Vaas Plains Castle (7) – The Blood of Kings.

Dedicated to Arwen and Aragorn of LOTR

CharlotteCarrendar

Re: [RP]Vaas Plain Castle

August 03, 2013 09:51PM

Training ground

Whispering a soft prayer, and to his love who now would be watching down from the clouds of Heaven, Sir Wayne raised his eyes to that of Sir Arthur, who was an angel of darkness, one of the wings of black. So this was to be a showdown, of the light and dark knights of the order. Sir Wayne’s wings flapped slowly, but you could see that the power in behind them would be considerable, though he was saving that for when the time came.Sir Wayne acknowledged the light nod of the head in respect to Sir Arthur, though knew that this knight had a liking for bravado and showmanship, which came with being a dark creature.”Then we are not to share greeting? It has been quite some time, Old Friend. Perhaps you’ve learned a thing or two since I last wiped floor with your ass.”

“Perhaps I have. I learnt that one is to hold sacred the union of our brothers and their wives.”

A shot that was sure to be heard and the crowd gasped and whispered, for the game was about to turn nasty. He may be of white wings but he still believed in faith in marriage, and to honor the sacred union. He had caught sight of Sir Arthur and Lady Dana before the match, and it didn’t take much to see the games being played off the arena were just as dangerous as those that wielded the blade.

Sir Wayne watched carefully, as Sir Arthur was wielding two blades, one of which was his fabled “Majestic”, that he held with is right hand, the other hand he carried a second blade, that was just as shiny as the first. He took his position, and as the horn sounded, Arthur was up and off into the air, propelled by his legs and a simple flap of the wings to give extra speed. The sun was blocked out by the size of Sir Arthur’s wings, as he speared towards Sir Wayne, with a loud roar that would have the crowd jump to their feet, and in the moment of landing, the knight attempted a downward slash of his left handed blade, to which Sir Wayne side stepped, whilst swinging his sword in an upward motion to attempt a block so the blades would clash against each other. Using the propulsion of his wings he leaned backwards, supported by the wings power and attempted a sharp kick, to the lower stomach, as the sword Majestic slashed at Sir Wayne’s side, striking his chain mail and causing a gaping wound, with blood flowing freely out of his side.

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EricHeymour

Re: [RP]Vaas Plain Castle

August 03, 2013 11:34PM

Training Grounds Arena*When the sound of the steel from Sir Wayne’s blade rang through the air from the blade hitting that of his left handed weapon, Sir Arthur almost smiled at it. He knew the result was wholly in his favor as Majestic sliced open the mail and flesh of the opposing knight. How ever, just as Arthur was to follow up with another attack, he felt the force of the kick being delivered from Sir Wayne’s boot. This caused him to stagger backwards, his grip upon bleeds holding strong as ever. Though his plate armor torso piece was covering him and took most of the blow, the armor was forced back onto him, which would likely cause a slight bruise.**Arthur had been forced to halt in his attack, but readied his blade once more. He took this tiny respite as a chance to break word in reply to Wayne’s last comment. He understood it fully well, and he cared not even a little about it. Though, he could never pass up a chance to speak some smart ass comment.* “Perhaps, though I wonder to what avail that has gotten you, Sir Wayne. Tell me, what is it like to fuck the cunt of decaying flesh?” *His face took on the look of a sarcastic empathy. Perhaps that would have been a little mean, but, Wayne dug deep on him too. Arthur was just better at disguising it, in some situations at least.*

“Oh…too soon?” *He feigned a bit of sorrow next, hoping to force the man to attack next. He could see the blood flowing from the gash he had created with Majestic in Wayne’s side, and decided where he should focus the majority of his attacks.*

CharlotteCarrendar

Re: [RP]Vaas Plain Castle

August 04, 2013 12:04AM

Training arena

In trading of blows, there are some done with weapons, and others done with words, and those with heart know that to speak ill of the dead in such fashion was not only cruel, it was disrespectful. Sir Wayne though, knew in his heart, that his wife though she lived the years as that of a human, never in his eyes lost her beauty, but remained true of heart and devoted. Had she been there she would have said to her love, to turn the other cheek, but this was a battle of minds as much as it was of the swords they swung. Clearly Sir Arthur’s intent was to create a loss of concentration, and to be blinded by emotion, but what Sir Arthur did not understand, was that his wife was with him. The very sword he wielded was of her name, and he would honor her by using it instead of words spat back like a venomous snake.Taking advantage of the fact that Sir Arthur was knocked back by the boot strike to the chest, and with Sir Wayne’s wings now giving full power, he launched at Sir Arthur, and with his blade held with both hands, he swung it in a slight diagonal arc, to cross the left side of Sir Arthur’s neck, in a move to slice open a major artery. The force of this, coupled with the pressure of his wings beating, could give better propulsion, as Sir Arthur used up time in his speech of hate and cursed words.<3>

CharlotteCarrendar

Re: [RP]Vaas Plain Castle

August 04, 2013 12:26AM

Royal Box

The Royal box was now mostly on their feet, for the action in the arena, had reached a new level of skill and with the blood being spilt it was clear that there was no love lost between the two angels. A battle between the light and dark of their kind, the people of Vaas Plains were now witnessing a spectacle like no other. Earlier, the King expressed his desire for Calypso to be the one to award the Champion the prize for the tournament, as well as a kiss, and though she declined due to feeling that the people would be upset to see a servant do the honors, he just chuckled and said.”Well I’m not kissing either of them.”It wasn’t lost on the King that Calypso was truly getting into the spirit of the match, the way she arched forward and could barely keep in her seat. Even the Queen was never this wriggly. The King, though fascinated with the daring and the skill at which his Knights traded blows, he was also watching all the spectators, and so glad that they were enjoying this battle of the ages. How fortunate the King was, that he had such brave knights to serve the realm. Smiling broadly, he raised a chalice of wine, and shouted.

“HOORAH!

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CharlotteCarrendar

Re: [RP]Vaas Plain Castle

August 04, 2013 01:07AM

Training Ground

With both angels powering their wings to use them as a counterbalance to the force that each applied their swords became locked as Sir Wayne’s was held fast by a scissor lock of Sir Anthony’s. Faces so close together, and this was when Sir Arthur decided to use the one weakness now of Sir Wayne, the bleeding gash in his side. With a full on knee upward, the strike would land true, however, Sir Wayne was wearing a metal helm, so when the force of upward motion struck, this propelled the top half of his torso forward, and so to his head passed through the locked blades and he tried to slam or head butt powerfully into Sir Arthur’s forehead. Blow for blow.Using his wings, Sir Wayne tries to pull back, with all the force he can muster, as he was fast losing blood from his battered side.<3>

(sorry its short)

CharlotteCarrendar

Re: [RP]Vaas Plain Castle

August 04, 2013 01:35AM

Training grounds

It was true, Sir Wayne was losing much blood, for his armour plated legs were now showing steady streams that made pools on the ground at his feet. But there was something in his eyes, that if only the black angel could see. Had it ever occurred to the knight, that Sir Wayne wished to join his dear wife in heaven? Part of him died the day that he buried her, and though he tried to go on without her, she was all he could think about. For a moment, Sir Wayne appeared unsteady, and then as though God himself took pity upon the white winged knight. The very heavens shone down and then an illusion, maybe from his own mind, that was suffering blood loss, but he saw his beautiful wife, as young as the day that they first met.

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She was bathed in the glow that one would expect from the highest of angels, for her life had been without sin, and she did so honor her God, and her husband till death.

“Let it end me.” he said to his wife, no longer seeing Sir Arthur standing there, consumed by the image of his beloved. But she shook her head and indicated his place was not yet at God’s side, but to live and fight on. And just as quickly as she had come the image disappeared, and the words of Sir Arthur were heard.

“Wayne. Yield. You are too badly injured.”

It was truth, and Sir Wayne turned his sword to the ground, and slammed it into mother earth, to declare his forfeit. The crowd roared in approval of the match, and sang the name of Sir Arthur, as Sir Wayne’s servants rushed out to take him to his tent to be treated for his wounds.

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For those of you that have been following the stories of the Blood of Kings role play, one of the characters I play is Joffrey Brax, Prince of Brax House.  A Demon who falls in love with his betrothed, an Angel named Princess Selene Casterly. Selene is played by xOEsmeOx, a fantastic writer/role player on imvu.  The face claims for our characters are Russell Brand (Joffrey) and Amanda Seyfried (Selene).  You can find the stories in the Night Lands Castle blog category. This is my first role play tribute video, put to music, by Lady GaGa – Bad Romance.  <3

Roleplay Live : A Pirate’s Life.

Port Royale

The Wretched Wagon

Players:
VincentVanity
FireStar32005
CharlotteCarrendar

VincentiVanity: -Valentine had been out on the dock for a few hours now just sitting, thinking, and drinking. His mind filled with thoughts of his past and his brother…. of how things use to be, back when they were kids playing Pirates, Val would always fight to be the Pirate King and it was up to Victor to make sure he didn’t get in too much trouble. Considering that that was the base of their lives, of how every time he got his head into deep his brother was there to pull him out…’time after time after fucking time…..’ the thoughts that ran through his head as he took another sip from his bottle, ‘Why must he always be there…. always saving me ass.’ his eyes were drawn over his shoulder to a set of young sailors walking towards his back both carrying a look discouraging look on their faces.- “Hey, they be calling you Valentine right?” -to this Val just nodded- “You be the same Valentine that we heard about a few years back… they blames you for a massacre near Port Havana, We be hearing them talk that nearly two hundred died after you went on a rampage and sunk one of those passenger ships….” -the two men scoffed and laughed mocking him in tone and posture as they spoke, the look on the both men’s face hardened a bit as the tightened the grips to their pistols as Valentine pushed himself off the ground and looked at both men eye to eye. His voice cried out growing louder in both tone and pitch as he spoke- “I killed. But I didn’t just kill fifty, I didn’t kill a hundred. I killed a thousand. I killed TEN thousand! And I was good at it. And it wasn’t for vengeance, it wasn’t for greed. It was because… I liked it. Do you know who I am? I am Valentine LaChance, the infamous Jack of Hearts. When mothers warn their children that the monster under their bed would get them, that monster is me. I am the nightmare that keeps them awake at night. Is that what you want to hear?!”-it took every ounce of his will not to sock the club then and there, but to take a sip of his whiskey and turn his back. Val’s path lead directly towards the nearest bar, one of his more favoured establishments in these types of ports, a place where a person like himself might find work, rum for drinking, or a whore for bedding. He was in pique physical condition, tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able to swiftly shoot down any who opposed him with merely a flick of his wrist and a flex of his finger, endowed with the tremendous vitality of a youthful Dutch, being known so as hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow. At the young age of 26 he had already built a reputation as being a skilled gunner and marksman, valuable skills he acquired during his short tenure with the Dutch navy. –

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Bar was full this eve, with plenty of sailors and gamblers, ashore from various vessels, that lined the docks. The stench of cigar smoke, blended with manly sweat, and of course ale and rum, was a right mix, enough to make a fine lady gag, or a gentleman hurl. But this was no place for such, this was a place of debauchery, plotting, scheming. Months had men waited to spend their earnings, on a bed with a wicked bar wench, breaking her in, to quell the lust that had near driven them made from long service at sea. Now they could gamble, enjoy the music and dancing. On a ship, the crews lead a strict existence, to follow the code set by the Captain. But on land, well, it was a pirate’s paradise. The publican wiped down the stained oak bar, long been a place where stories of great sea monsters, ghost ships, and gallant battles against the foreign fleets were told. Another eve, and the heads of many sailors you would recognise, were visible, and the Publican gave a knowing smile to one cheeky barmaid. “They be emptying their purses this eve, Gov”- The buxom barmaid said with a wink. “Aye…and they best be sharing that gold too. The wife is going to be pleased with a good takings, after weeks of having few ships into port. You ask me, there be something afoot. I can feel it in my bones.” The publican took another order, and poured a pint into a mug for one dishevelled looking chap. “Thank ye, Sir…Best in Port Royale. Cheers!”<3>

FireStar32005: The air was sweet and putrid as the early evening began to set it, the lamps slowly being lit on the street by lads no older than ten. The evening had barely even begun to settle and the streets were already putrid, filled with the drunk and addled. Many of them were freebooters from the looks of it, and all of them longing for a good poke or two from the lasses that only come out at night. The sounds of cheers, laughter and various drinking songs already echoed along the cobbled streets and the buildings. One who walked along the street, early to get some business was catching the eyes of the hungry sea dogs. She was known as Dirty Lizzie. Her Christian name, Elizabeth O’Malley. She walked along the cobbled street in her worn, torn up boots, her dress was barely more than a greyed corset and worn, torn skirts of faded crimson. She had a wool shawl wrapped around her shoulders, that just barely kept the chill of the sea air away, but it would have to do until she could find herself a new one. She stood at five feet and eight inches as she walked, with one heel loose on her boot, making her appear to have a slight limp. Her face was scratched and bruised from bad business but that was not about to deter her from getting a good caulker. ” ‘Ello deary…” she said her voice low and sickeningly sweet as she passed by a few men. She wasn’t the prettiest girl of the evening, but she certainly knew how to get the lads. Especially a stationed sailor on land, they were the easiest to get. Finding a man from his majesty’s navy she loosens her shawl to reveal her bare shoulders, keeping her shoulders back to display her luscious cleavage just enough to tease. “‘Ello deary…” she said her voice low as she stepped closer. “Care fer some comp’ny tonight?” The man was young it seemed, perhaps a year or so older than herself. “Aw c’mon now deary.. for a mere penny I can help ease them tense shoulders o’ yers” He cleared his throat as she brushed her fingers down the centre of her cleavage. “And for a silver piece I can make yer dreams come true..” she adds with a purr to her voice as she steps closer. This one was weak, and too easy. Abandoning his post her overly rouged lips curl into a coy smirk. “C’mon deary… this way…” she purrs. Leading him to an alley behind a tavern already in an uproar she smiles more where the lights weren’t so bright. Stopping he tosses her a silver coin, smirking she lowers the top of her corset down just a hint to allow her full ample breasts to pop up a bit. Hungrily he stepped closer to her. He didn’t care, she would be cheap and he hadn’t had a woman in months. Hungrily his mouth slopped down her neck. She did as she always did, moaned and breathed heavily as his calloused hands roved over her. “That’s it laddy… ye a man fer havin’ a woman who can’t resist…” he grunted trying to lift up her skirts. And as he motioned to take care of his breeches she took out a dagger from her thigh, and drove it into his adams apple. “that’s it deary..>” she whispered.. “Be silent with that gully in that damned neck… ye swine..” with that said she rumaged through his coin purse grabbing everything she could, hiding it and taking the dagger out of his neck to finish bleeding out, she left him there to die. Counting up the loot she giggles to herself making her way into the tavern for her Caulker

VincentiVanity: -Val’s head was pounding… and what was worse was he was sobering up. With all the noises of the various craftsmen going about their vices, he could scarcely think his pounding head not taking the time to decipher the mumbled garbage that was being spoken as he made his way through the bar. His clothes branding him a ruffian, one that fit in well in this part of the port. His loosened vest did little to hide his physical gifts, raven black hair hung loosely unkempt to his shoulders he was the definition of the world scruffy not a single one of his possessions appeared to be neat or well maintained, with the solemn exception of a single flintlock pistol that appeared aged and in pristine condition. As he sat in his usual stool at the end of the bar his eyes looked to the familiar face of the barkeep – “Barkeep, I’ll take the usual and before you ask no I haven’t found a job and don’t you be kidding me with that whole you’ll find one someday. You know damn well that once a fella like me gets marked thar be no Captain dumb enough to take ye on their ship.”

FireStar32005: Dirty Liz made her way into the tavern, her eyes slowly scanning the so called fine gentlemen, rancid in smell, and all filled in an uproar of laughter and stories of the seven seas. She took in a deep breath of their cologne, salty sea air, sweat, grog, ale and rum, some of them were a bit ripe she could tell, and may even have a bit of jaundice, and some had teeth black with tar and gums that bled. Ah it was these freebooters that knew how to live, and it was these freebooters that she knew she could respect. Taking out a bit of coin from the stolen purse she leans over the oak bar with a coy smile and a wink. ” ‘Ello, Gov… whats a lass got ter do t’get a caulker here?” she asked her voice, no longer sickeningly sweet, but low and almost husky sounding. The voice of a girl who had seen many hard years. “Or do I need t’find me a gentleman to sit in his lap ter get some attention?” she added with a slight purr to her voice.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Over the din of many a voice in warbled song, the Barkeep leant forward, to hear the man who approached to order his usual fare. Ah yes, complaining he has no work as yet and so another one on his tab. “I think ya wrong there, lad. Happen to know of a ship, with a Captain who takes the unlikeliest scum and turns them into a good seafaring pirate. Course, if you be more like those wenches, that do the favours of the sailors that roll in with the tide, you got a sweet mouth, that pays just as well.”- Course he was joking and the other drunks at the bar, laughed it up. Wiping down the bar, he then poured Val his usual, and slid it across the bar towards him. “Aye, you be after Captain Moon, if he ever darkens this bar again. Been a few yars since I seen him reach port. Then again, there is a strange feeling in the air. Maybe he be coming back. HA! And with the price on his head, many a man will want to take that bounty.” Watching the saucy wench sidle up at the bar, the Bar keep whistled, long and low. “Ere love…you be wasting your time with the likes of this bar….Why…that lad there not even got a silver to pay for his drink.” <3>

VincentiVanity: “Bah, Capt’n Moon be nothing but a myth. A tale a pa be telling his runts so they piss themselves and listen to his words. Only thing that be brewing in this port be the stench.” -Val paused a moment as the bar had its life.- “Aye! Laugh it up ye smug bastards, laugh at the young terror of Havana while ye peer down your noses at the best gunner this side of the royal blue.” -Val held no images of grandeur anymore other than that of his craft, having joined unto the Dutch Royal Navy at an early age Val was given the privilege of apprenticing under on of the finest of the craft to ever sail the sea.- “If I be having my way, I would bed that piece of skirt and then be off to the grand sea the only lover I will ever return to.”

FireStar32005: “Aw, but, Gov… I got pay ‘ere fer a caulker what d’ya say?” she purred. Turning to the male that the barkeep motioned to her She leans more on the bar, a coy smile spreading across her lips. She also could not help but overhear about pirate work, and the name Captain Moon. She was unsure if this was good for her. She wanted to get away from this hellhole. Work was slow the majority of the time. “I promise Gov, the silver’s good..” she smirks with a wink. “Aye sir ye got a pretty mouth…” she adds looking over to the male that was given a drink already. She giggles playfully as she looked from him to the barkeep. Turning her head she scans the scallywags in the tavern once more. Wondering which she could pick pocket and which would be easy enough to kill for whatever they had. Hearing the male speak she smirks more at his speech to the lads and his words to the barkeep. She liked a man with a mouth on him, and she liked even more, fine gunners. “Aye?” she asked. “Ye be makin’ promises?” she asks

CharlotteCarrendar: – “Ha!…The wench is a smart arse! Blow me down. Best laugh I be ‘avin in years…AHAHAHA!”- Course right on cue, his wife came out of the kitchen. She took one look at the wiley wench and started to shoo. “Keep ya purse, and ya legs closed around the likes of me ‘usband. “- She then gripped her husband by the ear, and pulled his head down to her level. “I be the only woman speaken to ya like that. Now…get back to servin!”- She was quite indignant, about the wenches getting to close to her Sam. The publican winced and then rubbed his red swollen ear. Serving another drunk, who lifted his head out of a bowl of nuts, he pointed to the smelly sod and said. “This be Charlie Quinn, and he served on the Devil’s Mystery, till he got done for gambling on the ship. Tell the lad the truth…that there Captain Moon, he be as scary as the tales told by the campfires of many a sailor.” The drunk pulled back his sleeve, to show his left hand was missing. “The Captain punished me, and dumped me on some fishing village. Aye, he is real as my penis is limp.” <3>

FireStar32005: -Smirking some at the woman she lifts her breasts up in her corset a bit in a teasing manner. All she wanted was a drink, a caulker, something stiff to start up her drink for the evening. “All I want is a drink mum, surely ye got somethin’ this lass can ‘ave?” she asks sweetly. With a roll of her eyes, she turns to the one called Charlie Quinn. At the mention of limp noodle her brow quirked a bit. “Ye need some help with that there limp, gov?” she asks with a gentle purr to her voice. She studied him carefully. If he had been punished by this captain they spoke of, surely he may not have a dime on him. But he did have clothes that could help keep her warm at night.

VincentiVanity: “Aye, and I be the king of jolly ole england!” -Val grunted in retort as he sat down his mug and prepared to leave.- “Tell ye what, when this Capt’n be showing his face round these parts gain, you be telling him that I be looking for a Capt’n to sail under. Till then I’ll be sitting on my throne overlooking the emerald isles.”- Val didn’t believe on word of the story the drunk had told, even if he did what hope was there that he would take in a marked gunner?-

CharlotteCarrendar: – Charlie Quinn, was not the brightest biscuit in the barrel, and quickly bowed. “Yer Majesty.”- Sam the publican shook his head, then when his Missus wasn’t looking he passed the lass a drink and tapped the side of his nose. “Least this warm your cockles’, since me wife won’t let me warm much else.” -Nodding as the gunner was taking leave to go sit on his throne and observe the green fields, Charlie sung out. “Give me luv to the Queen!”- and then promptly toppled off his bar stool snoring loudly. The publican’s wife, then sidled up to Val as he was leaving. “If that Captain comes this way, I be first to know, and I send for ya. *she then leaned forward and whispered*…took my virginity when I was a wee gal. He always comes see Mary in port. *winks and then goes around to clean up the tables, and tell off the drunks for peeing on the floor. <3>

FireStar32005: Dirty Lizzie winked to Sam and took a quick swig from the drink he gave. “Yer lady wife can’t be warmin’ much ye poor dear…” she whispers back. As the wife returns she smiles turning away from the bar and walking around the room to finish her drink, tilting her head back to enjoy every last drop. She wasn’t about to waste it at al. The liquid warmed her up, and warmed the back of her throat. Letting out a sigh after the cup was emptied she sets it down on a table of drunks. “Oy!” one shouts to her. “C’mere lass, an’ warm up me breeches under ye skirts…” with a smile as she wiped a strand of her dark hair from her eyes she makes her way over to him. Another victim for the night, but she’d have to play the part to do it right and get herself a room to sleep in for the night, and perhaps a blanket for another night.-**

Role Play Live : Group : A Pirate’s Life

A Pirate’s Wife

Players:

ZymoticFury
Firestar32005
CharlotteCarrendar

ZymoticFury: Edward Foster was dead, he was certain of it. He was dead and spending the first hours of his eternity in hell, Demons writhes in the noxious fumes rising from the hardening lava he was to walk on with a broken leg. The demons tormented him at every opportunity and sweat poured from his brow in thick rivulets his screams were drowned out by the screams of so many more souls, each facing the same fate that he was. The demons pressed white-hot pokers against his shoulder just to make him scream louder. His throat was red raw and he could taste blood. The sheer terror of what he saw struck him to his very core. There was no rest for the wicked here, no death, no relief just torment and torture. Slowly it began to cool a little, like there was a slight breeze in hell. His brow beetled in confusion. There was no breeze in hell. The breeze became more pronounced, it was actually more of a draft and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He opened his eyes. He wasn’t in hell. He was in a cot, looking at the grey stone walls, the hot sun pounding through the window. His head thumped like he had a hangover but he hadn’t had a drop in… in… he didn’t even know how long he had been in this cell. He was soaked in sweat and he had no clue why. There was pain in his shoulder and his leg so he didn’t even bother trying to get up, he just laid there in his own stinking filth, wondering when there was going to be a meal, or water or anything. He had flashbacks of hell and was grateful to still be counted among the living. It was indeed a mercy of sorts. He reached a hand up to feel his shoulder. It had been bandaged up and the bandages were dry. The last thing he remembered was passing out after the redcoat had fired on him. Knowing the worst of the fever was over gave him hope that he would make it through whatever ordeal was now before him. He heard boots stomping down the hall and the jingling of keys. He feigned sleep which wasn’t difficult to do and hoped the person who was entering his cell would leave as soon as possible and leave him to deal with his traumatic experience.

FireStar32005: “What the bloody hell happen’ here?” the words flowed out of her rouge lips as she looked over the damage that had been done to one of the taverns. Debris still littering the streets some, her eyes catching on some people working on fixing up the damaged buildings and stands. Her brow furrowed some as she tilted her head watching the construction crews. Blinking some she wondered when all this came about, and why she wasn’t there for it. A twinge of fear trailed up her spine, where was Sam at and did he tell the man she was with that she’d be back in a few days? She couldn’t write, and had to give a word of mouth message. She shuddered some what if he hadn’t? She had been gone for five days. “Oy!” one of the construction workers whistled to her. She walked past not paying him any mind or any other man for that matter. She wasn’t hunting for purses now…. one male stopped her as she walked along the cobbled street. “Ahoy there lass…” annoyed by the interruption her brow furrowed some, but she softened her face looking up at him. “’aven’t seen ye around Lizzie… where ye been?” he asked his voice husky. “Been away fer me health..” she says carefully a gentle lilt to her voice. “What happened here deary? I never seen this much debris before…” she adds. “And I never seen ye look so pretty…” he notes eying her hungrily. It was true, the scratches on her face cleared up, the bruising had faded, and she was wearing a new dress and new boots, taken from a fine missus of a Barrack Stanchion that had passed on shortly after her husband did. “Where does a li’l wench like ye get a fine dress as that?” he asked. The dress she was wearing was simple, a rich dark gray color, and her new boots matched the dress. “From a kind missus…” she states. “After ye had her husband I take it…” his eyes probed her even more. “Damn yer eyes.” she hissed starting to walk away from him. He noticed she didn’t have a limp anymore and tilted his head as he chuckled at her. “Ye know that man ye were with, he be goin’ to Jack Ketch.” Stopping her tracks she turns to face him. “What?” she asked her voice catching in her throat. “Aye… what’s his name…?” he aked thoughtfully. “When’s he meetin’ the gallows?” she asks. “He be locked up then?” The man smirks to her revealing a few yellowed, rotting teeth. “What will ye be payin’ me…?” he asked. “Take me to him an’ I’ll show ye..” she smirks playfully, keeping her eyes downcast. Taking hold of the back of her neck he leans in closer to her, allowing her to take in the stink of vomit, urine and faeces. “I want the lot.” he whispered. “As payment fer me services…” she steps back and smiles looking up at him. “Take me to where he is first.” she states simply. Nodding his head he lead her to the prison hold. “He be in there…” She pulled him into the alley for his payment, but his payment would not be what he expected. As soon as they were away from prying eyes and what little light there was he groped her hungrily with his greasy, sausage like fingers. Immediately he started to lift her skirts, and quickly she jabbed her gully into his throat. “There’s yer payment ye filthy sea rat.” she snarled. He looked at her with wide eyes for a moment as he gagged on his own blood. Stepping behind him she tears the dagger out of his throat, wipes it off quickly on his clothes and takes the purse tied loosely to his person. Hiding the dagger at her thigh once more she hides the purse as well stepping out of the alley into the light. “Bastard.” she cringed. Making her way to a guard in front of the prison she forced some tears to muster it up in her emerald eyes. Finding a guard or two she looked up at them. “I be lookin’ fer me husband..” she manages to say through her tears. “I been away…an’ I was told he be here..please, may I see him?”

CharlotteCarrendar:- The guard that stood at the gate of the Prison, sniffed the air, when the busty wench approached, belly aching about seeing her husband. Claiming to have been away and she was informed to go to the gaol to find him. Holding his musket in his right hand, and slung up on his shoulder, he regarded the woman with a savage expression. “Look ‘ere love…we don’t be needin’ none of your kind around ‘ere. The Governor will go right off. Now…get a move on.” A second guard, who was a higher rank, observed the Woman and then frowned, when hearing the first guard’s tone and harsh rejection of her request. Thinking he might get a bit with this damsel, he coughed loudly, and then opened the gate. “It’s your lucky day, Miss…this way. Take you down to dead man’s gallows. We got a right lot this week. Charged with all manner of things.”- If she followed him in, he would lead her down to the last row of cells, and then ask her to pick out her husband. “Right then, which one of these sorry sods, is your ‘usband?” He said, holding the gaolers key. <3>

FireStar32005: She did not appreciate the tone of the first guard to speak with her, but she guessed she couldn’t blame him. Wrapping her shawl tightly around her in a modest manner she smiles softly to the guard who regarded her with a sense of tenderness. She smiled up the “kind” guard and slowly walked down into the dead man’s gallows. Walking down the last rows of cells as he asked her to sort out which of the scallywags was her husband she finally found him, Edward Foster. Tilting her head some she rested her hand on the iron bars of the cell. “This be him…” she said turning to the guard. “My love…” she turns to Edward locked in the cell her brow furrowing some with concern as she studies him, sweaty and injured. “What happened to ye?”

CharlotteCarrendar:- The guard was not as bad as the one at the gate, and then undid the lock, and opened the cell, allowing the woman inside, before locking it again. “You got fifteen minutes…twenty if I have to take a piss.” He then marched off. <3>

FireStar32005: She blinked watching him open the cell door. Stepping inside she smiles to the guard and nods to him in regards to the time limit. “Aye… thank ye sir…” she says her voice soft and as tender as she could make it. Watching him march off she turns her attention to Edward and kneels down. “What happened to ye?” she whispers.-

ZymoticFury: As he feigned sleep, his thoughts went back to the wench he had saved and spent the night with. His chest churned in a way he had never felt before and he didn’t like it. He remembered fondly how her body felt pressed against his, her breath on his neck, her legs around his waist and his thoughts definitely showed around his loin area. He pretended to stir and sit up, trying his best to ignore the pain. His vision was blurred, hazy and had little perception of depth owing to the eye patch. There was nobody in his room but the door WAS indeed open, light shone in from the doorway and a silhouette of what he believed to be an angel given his fever dreams just minutes before. He heard her speak and he realised it was no angel but her voice was so soothing. “My love…” he heard “What happened to ye?” He tried to smile but it was difficult through the pain so it came off as more of a grimace. “Ah! Me luck went bad it did! First I was in the tavern as a cannon destroyed it and if that weren’ bad enough as I were to board me ship me crew were held at gunpoint as a prat rattled on about Piracy!” He leant in as she knelt before him. “It’s true o’course but I have me documentation that should get me off that charge if I be given a fair trial so in other words, I be a dead man walking.” He sighed and shook his head, leaning back against the grey wall that he had awoken to.

FireStar32005: Hearing his words her heart sank a bit. Perhaps he didn’t get her message. Gently taking off her cleaned shawl she gingerly wipes his sweat covered brow. A shiver of fear ran down her spine. She remembered her night with him, and an ache started up in her at the memory of his touch and the feel of him. “I’m guessin’ ye didn’t hear the message I left fer ye with Sam.” she said gently. “An’ ye know they never be given fair trial fer the sea dogs…” she hides the fear in her voice as she speaks. “But don’t ye worry I’ll get ye out of here.” she smiles looking into his eye brushing her fingertips down his cheek. “An’ I won’t be chargin’ ye. They think ye be me husband.” she adds. “I be seein’ if I can pay to get ye out, I’m not about to let ye meet with Jack Ketch while there be a breath in me body.” she lays her shawl down on the cold floor of the cell. Leaning into him her lips curl into a coy smile. “An’ I have fifteen maybe twenty minutes alone with ye..” she whispers, her hot breath brushing over his ear. “Plenty o’ time to bring ye back to life if ye be a dead man walking…”

CharlotteCarrendar:- The guard had managed to take a piss out by the piggery, and then re entered the holding lot, where the “wife’ had been taken down to see her “husband” He came along and with the rattle of his keys, he started to undo the lock. “Time’s up, I’m fraid. If ya didn’t get a quick fuck in…I’m sorry. Me and the missus can do it in two minutes.” Another two guards were waiting to clap the Pirate in irons, and lead him to the courthouse, where he was to be tried before the Hanging Judge…Judge..Judith.<3>

ZymoticFury: He shook his head as she spoke about a message, Sam hadn’t mentioned anything but then again he dies before he could say much. He remembered the way the debris from the wooden support beam skewered him in the eye and how he had laid stock still afterward. He didn’t check the man’s vital signs but he did look dead. He looked up at her smile and he felt the lurch in his chest again and he had to take a breath. He had never been affected like this before in his life. He smiled at her and handed her the documentation that would get him off. “You’re my witness” He smiled a little as she spoke of him being a free man once again. He took a moment to think of him as her husband and it wasn’t nearly as repellent as he had imagined it. He smirked, thinking of what they could do in fifteen minutes when they were rudely interrupted by a guard. They clapped him in irons, not caring for his broken leg or wound, he screamed out in pain as he was dragged off, half hopping for his sentencing with the harshest judge in port royale. He was a dead man.

FireStar32005: Taking hold of the documentation in hand she winces hearing him scream in pain from the irons. At the mention of the guard only needing two minutes with his wife. She followed after him and Edward as quickly as possible, holding tight to the documentation in her shawl which she had wrapped around herself as quickly as possible. “Oy” she said to the guard. “Ye must be a very unsatisfied man…” she says gently to the guard. She had not stepped foot in a courthouse in a long time. She knew the trial wouldn’t be fair. Holding tight to his documentation and to the series of coin purses she had retrieved while she was away she hoped that she’d be able to pay off the judge, one way or another.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Judge, one Judge Judith Pennybottom, was one crusty old relic, who had spent way too long in the bar, and also appeared to have a moustache. Going over the court documents, she watches the guard bring in the latest prisoner, and she takes out her monocle and reads the court papers, before addressing the prisoner and his wife. “Mister Foster…you have been charged with Piracy, smuggling of illegal substances and 3 counts of assault on redcoats and theft and possession of standard military equipment, how do you plea before this court?” <3>

FireStar32005: Seeing the judge was a woman her heart sank a bit more, but the woman appeared mustached and crusted beyond words. She inwardly cringed standing near her sea dog. Holding on the documentation and the heavy purse filled with the coin of others. Her eyes turning to Edward for a moment she looked back up to the judge. –

ZymoticFury: He was dragged into the courthouse and shoved into a caged stand where ironically he sat owing to his leg. He was short of breath and rivulets ran down his forehead again. “On the first count of piracy, I plead not guilty, on the second count of smuggling, I also plead not guilty, I am an importer and exporter of LEGAL substances, mainly sugar, wheat and potatoes. On the third count, I made no threatening gestures toward anybody nor did I assault anybody and on the fourth count, I was given it by a redcoat captain as a walking aid as I had broken my leg, he removed the shot and the powder.” He tried his best to talk professionally in queens English but his accent slipped through a little bit. His eyes scanned the crowd that had amassed to see a hanging but somehow he felt confident as his eyes found his ‘wifes’.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Well, seems that the Judge was flying the red flag, as she scowled fiercely at the prisoner in the docks. He may have had a firm grip on the English language, but his namby pamby ways did not sit with her at all. She grumbled, as he continued to speak in his defence, that he was not guilty, on all counts and charges. “Do you have documents or witnesses to back up your testimony….Mister Foster?’- she said harshly, not expecting him to have a soul to speak up for him. <3>

FireStar32005: Hearing him speak she holds up his documentation for the judge. She dared not speak. She could not speak the Queen’s English. Not at all, she was never brought up in a classed home. Hearing him speak in the queen’s English surprised her and she hoped the judge believed his words. Feeling his eye on her she gave him a small smile looking up at the judge once more. Hearing the judge speak she squeaked out small “Yes madam” she held the documentation forward keeping her shawl wrapped tightly around herself to appear as modest as possible-

ZymoticFury: His eyes continued to lock with hers as she spoke for him, he was calm, but he could see the judge already had it in for him. He didn’t seem to care, in fact, he smiled, smiled in defiance as his ‘wife’ produced the necessary documentation that could have set him free. He watched her closely and his heart skipped a beat as he realised she wasn’t actually speaking, just handing the documents over. He was deathly afraid for the first time as his smile faltered.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Handed the documentation, by the ‘wife’ of the accused, the Judge reads through all that is presented, and though she would love to hang him for the guilt alone, and the spectacle, she finds that his papers are in fact in order and that his story marries up. Folding up the papers once more, she hands it to the bailiff and then declares. “By the order of this courts, I hereby find you not guilty on all charges, and while I would love more than anything to see a hanging today, it shan’t be you. This court is adjourned, bailiff, remove the shackles. Mister Foster, you are free to go. –she then bangs the gavel and lets off a tremendous and noxious fart.<3>

FireStar32005: Taking in a slow breath she steps closer. “My husband…” she thinks of her wording before speaking. “Is a fine man. He is brave and a importer of legal goods. He has no dealing with pirates or piracy, and is a token of bravery and prestige.” she says gently. “He is a great… asset to this port, without him pirates would be running through the port, gambling and making trade difficult.” waiting a moment, she blinks, hearing the judges words. She should have spoken up sooner. Smiling some she looks up at the judge. “You’re honour you are a true beacon of justice in this court…” FireStar32005: **she smiles more turning to Edward her face pale from the strain it took her to find the words of Queen’s English**

CharlotteCarrendar:- “Yes yes…I am sure he is fine and all that blathered cockermaney cahoot canerversnips. I need a drink.”- She then rises and trots off to the pub. <3>

ZymoticFury: His heart was in his throat as his papers were given to the judge, he watched the judge like a hawk as her eyes scanned the documents. His ears twitched as he heard a voice speak up, realising who it was before his eyes had managed to flick over to her. It was strange hearing her speak ‘properly’. He smiled in her general direction and his head snapped back to the judge. Her lips seemed to thin and a frown was evident on her face, he knew she wanted to send him to the gallows to meet ketch. Her voice was hard to describe but it seemed to come out in slow motion as he was found not guilty. His heart hadn’t thudded harder than it did that day. He looked at his wife and he grinned beatifically as his Irons were undone and he was set free. The bailiff escorted him the back way out of the courts and he was given a spare crutch. He hobbled to the main entrance, waiting for the woman who had saved his life.

FireStar32005: As she was escorted out of the courthouse she offers a playful smile to the guard. One of them stopped her at the main entrance whispering in her ear. “You ain’t a wife… harlot..” he growled in her ear. “You can play off the housewife look… but any man can see you’re nothin but a swindling little whore…” he didn’t turn to see Edward Foster outside the main entrance. She did not move her head to look at the guard, but her eyes widened just slightly at his words, her face growing pale. “If ye want to keep your lyin’ tongue you better meet me tonight, or I’ll be throwin’ you in the stocks myself.” He left breathing in the scent of her clean hair then walked into the courthouse. She smirked some at his final words, but her face remained pale slowing stepping outside she grips her shawl close to her, a smile spreading across her rouge lips seeing her “husband” waiting for her. Rushing over to him she smiles brightly. “You lucked out, Love…” she whispers, offering her arm to help him, and tucking the documents that had been returned to her away in her shawl-

ZymoticFury: He saw her coming and hobbled toward her on the crutches. The guard hadn’t spotted him at all but Edward heard every word. Conveniently the guard was now directly in front of Edward with his back to him. With a smile Edward leant forward, being a good six inches taller than the short, squat guard. “And you, sir, if ye be wantin’ to keep yer pathetic excuse for a life, I suggest you keep yer lips together, D’yer hear?” The guard literally jumped in terror as he didn’t expect anybody to be waiting for her. Edward growled at him despite the fact, he was trying hard not to laugh. He smiled as he hobbled down the steps, her by his side. “Lucked out? It was all skill I tell ye! I wasn’t worried for a second.” It was all lies and false bravado but he had to regain some of his ego back, he was a captain after all. His face fell as he looked out over the crystalline waters before him at the bottom of the hill. “I… I be needin’ to tell ye something Liz…” He didn’t look at her directly as he spoke. “I’ll be leaving port tonight, I was supposed to be doing it the night we shared together but I was… delayed and I won’t be back in Port Royale for… at least a year if not two…” He sighed. “I guess what I’m trying to say I won’t be seeing you for a while… unless o’ course ye be interested in coming with—no that be stupid, o’ course you wouldn’t…” He was fumbling with his words now as redness crept into his cheeks which had nothing at all to do with the fever.

FireStar32005: She giggled seeing the guard almost wet himself, but did not pay further attention as her saviour as she liked to call him hobbled beside her. Hearing his gusto she smiles sweetly tenderly wrapping her shawl around her more as she moves close to him. “Aye ye weren’t worried at all…” she says her voice sweet and coy. Seeing the change in his face however she tilted her head. “What is it Edward?” she whispers his name after he spoke, her body trembling a bit from the sound of his voice speaking her name. She listened to him about leaving and felt her heart sink a bit. A year or two, gone? Hearing him stutter about her going with him however her heart leaped for joy, and tightened. “Ye want me to go with ye?” she gasps in shock. Seeing the red creeping into his cheeks she asks him again. “Do ye mean it Edward?” she asks standing in front of him. Hardly able to contain her joy she smiles brightly her hands shaking with excitement as her heart tightened. She had been dreaming of the day she could leave this stinking cess pool. Even when she had left for a few days she was barely away from the port. She wanted to see new sights. She wanted adventure, and who better to be with than him? “Aye!” she gasps. “I’ll go with ye!”

The Bianchi Family Manor (10) – Rosas Spinis.

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: {RP} The Bianchi Family Manor

August 22, 2013 07:55AM

Doctor Bianchi’s Office

To each of us, we reach a point where we cannot fight the darkness alone. Johnathon had hit the rock bottom, and could no longer see the light, which for an angel himself, was a tragedy. He had suffered all the emotions that went with the grieving process, but it seemed to build into such a state, that it had affected his ability to function; to think coherently. When he asked Josephine to help him, he was in dire need. He simply couldn’t go on like that anymore, not with the waves of responsibility that he knew he had to take care of. Even the most powerful of angels has a weakness. Josephine, acted in the way that would have made her mother proud. Johnathon knew the sacrifice she was making in taking the pain away, but she was the only light he could find at that moment in time.

The embrace, which had wrapped both in the angelic aura, seeped inside of his being, and found its way into his heart and mind. In effect, cleansing him of the dark tides, and erasing the damage that had been done through his sorrow. As Josephine gasped from the pain, Johnathon tilted his head back, and opened his mouth. A fine mist of blackness started to emerge, like small black dots, that danced around his head. Like death itself was being weeded out of his body. Poor Josephine suffered for Johnathon’s ailment. He looked down at her, her quivering form, the line of sweat beads on her forehead. Johnathon held her in his arms for a moment, and kissed the top of her head gently, whispering. “Thank you, Jo.” He was indeed thankful. Free at last from his torment. It was like someone had thrown open a window in his mind, and the light flooded in. Joyous, and he found himself smiling once again. As Lydia entered and offered to take Josephine from the office to show her something important, Johnathon released the girl slowly and then leaned back against his desk. He appeared to be a few years younger, and even some of his grey hair had receded.

Life in the Bianchi household, was about to return to normal.

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CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: {RP} The Bianchi Family Manor

August 25, 2013 11:23PM

Doctor Bianchi’s Office

The gaslights were turned down low, the candles had dripped a lot of wax pools upon the floor and the Doctor was now relaxing in his chair. A tray of food had been brought in by Cookie, who was pleased to see the Doctor with an almost youthful glow about him. Course, she thought it was partly her doing, that she had given Mrs Peabody the fright of her life, thrusting her at the Doctor to be K.O’d. The real reason was that Josephine had taken away the pain and grief that he had been feeling. By this time, Reginald came in and could see that he had missed a great deal of the dramatics that had gone on in the office. Sure, he heard Cookie, and then the quiet muffled sounds from Josephine, but had no clue what Jo had done for his best friend. Taking a seat in the corner, opposite Johanthon, he brought his hands together, still grim at the findings they had made at the Cathedral.

“I believe we are dealing with not just demons, Johnathon. I think its a strong possibility that both what Vivian investigated and what we uncovered tonight, are actually separate incidents. To me, its like….the very evil of this city are standing tall in the face of all that is good, and declaring a kind of Holy war.”

In effect, what Reginald was saying, was true. The fact of the matter was, Johnathon’s son and the new found Saint Selene lookalike, Phoebe, were in the midst of some of the most evil of beings that dared to walk the face of the earth, including the Hollow street murderer, and the Vampire. What they didn’t know, was that it was going to be a factional war. Right under their very noses. Pity, the ladies at the Boarding house, held the clues to what was to be this eve. Then again, so did Johnathon. As he toyed with the fork on his plate, out of the corner of his eye, he again saw the invitation that was his for the ball. Furrowing his brow, he reached for it, and turned it over, only to see the seal on the back. When he saw the seal, he went into deep thought, and then looked up at Reginald.

“Reg…take a look at this.”

He tossed the invitation over to the Detective, who caught it on the fly, and then turned it over himself. “What is it?

“An invitation…masked ball. Levi and Phoebe have gone to it. I was…you know, not in the mood for such events, but…take a look at the seal. Tell me what you see?” Reginald took out his spectacles and placed them on, and looked closely at the seal, which was the markings of a wolf. “Reg…read the inscription” Reginald then said outloud “Lupus est homo homini, non homo, non quom qualis sit novit” The Doctor sat back in his chair, and bit the corner of his bottom lip“Which means? Reginald’s jaw dropped and then he stared up at Johnathon in horror. “Wolf is the man for man, not man, when he does not know who is the other.” Johnathon rose and then raced for the hat rack, as Reginald jumped to his feet.“Werewolves? In London?” With no time to lose, the two men made a dash for the front door, and that ball.

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Don’t cry for me, IMVU
The truth is….you never loved me
All through the bad days, the rotten glitches
Where are my products?
You fucking bitches……

And as for the 25k you gave me….and as for the rotten VIP promos…
I never asked for them….though it seems at the time, they were totally mine
But I saw through you…when you said you couldn’t spend them
They were not promised to me…just made my credit balance look big at the time…
I could have spent them….but you took them from me

Don’t cry for me, IMVU
I look silly…as a default avi…
Like in my wild days….of 2007
when my head was bigger than Oprah’s….
Don’t laugh, that’s how you made them….

Have I said too much….are you going to flag this pulse?
I can’t think of what other cursed names to say to you
All that I know…is that every word I typed here…
Is……true…….

Fifty Shades of CRAY CRAY

Live Role play on the client of IMVU 19th February, 2014

Ladies Night

Writers :
LadyBelz
KalypsoGrey
T1Legend
Morinehtar
FireStar32005
TormentedPerfection
CharlotteCarrendar
KristianTrevelynGrey

Location : Balls of Steel Gym

LadyBelz: Pandora got to the Balls of Steel gym about 20 minutes after the time she was supposed to meet Kali and Simone. She darted into the locker room to stow her bag in her locker before going in search of her friends. She found them on the exercise bikes and found a free one between them. She started off slow to warm up as she greeted them. “Good morning, sexy people.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Simone was already in her element, wearing hip hugging nike white jogging pants, and tight skivvy. She had arrived about half an hour earlier to catch a hold of one of her favourite trainers, Jervis; who was one of the gym’s leading studs. Having dumped her kit in the locker room, she strutted out with a pink headband, hair tied back in a fashionable ponytail, and sporting a water bottle. Jervis was lifting a particularly heavy set of dumb bells and Simone made a kitten like growl at him as she passed, causing him to drop a dumbbell on his big toe. “Good Morning, sexy people” It was Pan. Simone sucked on her water bottle and chuckled. “Okay…you’re way too chipper. Let me guess, Adults plus had a fifty percent sale on their blow up Thunder down under collection dolls.” <3>

LadyBelz: “You wish.” Pandora chuckled, staring at the blonde woman. “And I’m chipper because I got a good night’s sleep for once.”
CharlotteCarrendar: “Sure. And I’m a nun.”

LadyBelz: “Think what you will.” Pandora chuckled. “Oh. I got a text from Ame this morning. She’s in Milan on a work assignment and won’t be back for a few weeks.”

CharlotteCarrendar: “Lucky bitch. She could have least told us first. Would have put my order in for one of their gorgeous hand bags. I don’t know what it is about italians…and leather.” Simone hummed as she bore a crooked smile.

KalypsoGrey: The night of the club was surely one she wouldn’t forget for a long while. “Good lord…” She’d said when she made her way into the gym the next morning. Kali had showed her membership badge and had immediately waltzed into the locker room to get into gear, her hands moving about to the back of her head as she slowly tied it in a bun when in the moment of then getting out of her bra to change a young man had entered. (NPC) “Woah… hey there…” Kali blinked before then turning on the man and raised a brow. “See something ya like?” The man nodded and smiled wide like a puppy with a bone. “Well too fucking bad, you either get the fuck out or I grab the head honcho to relieve you of your membership.” By this time the man didn’t hesitate in leaving the room. Kali smiled and nodded before finally sighing heavily and making her way to the treadmill, passing by a few members who were checking out her ass; both men and women. “Keep it up you fucking dips… I dare ya.” Her head shook and she couldn’t even find it in herself to actually do anything about it but move on and say hello to her girls, the conversation they’d been having reached her ears from many a different corners. “Hey babes… and Milan, I was literally there just 3 months ago.” She bragged while then pointing to her designer gym clothes and shoes. “Where do you think I get all, well…. most of my clothes from?”

CharlotteCarrendar: “Walmart.”

LadyBelz: “Lucky bitch would be this one over here.” Pandora tossed a thumb toward Kali. “Probably lay around on a nude beach somewhere, hubby drooling all over her perky tits.”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone then skipped off towards the weights-

KalypsoGrey: “Ha-ha, says the cheap whore that sleeps around.”

KalypsoGrey: “Lucky, no… I don’t think so. I just look at it as… well me being rich.” she shrugged and then eyed as Simone skipped away to the weights.

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simply grins as she starts to chat up one of the heavy weightlifters, while slides her index finger up the side of her nose at Kali-

LadyBelz: Pandora jumps off the bike, feeling sufficiently warmed up and moves to the punching bag. “I blame that husband of yours. He’s made you a kept woman.”

KalypsoGrey: “Now, now don’t go blaming Kristian. He just… he cares for me. I mean, he is my husband after all.” She smiled and moved her leg over the bike before dismounting it and moving to the weights in the back near Simone.

LadyBelz: Stepping away from the bag, she followed behind, dropping to the floor to do some push ups. “Husband or not, he spoils you rotten.”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Sees the designer clad Kail coming her way. Huffing, after the cutting remark that she was a /cheap/ whore, Simone starts to bench press some weights, so as not to get into it with Kali. Glancing over at Pandora, Simone notices something…well different about her. “So how is that guy…Brock?” she asks.

KalypsoGrey: “Yea… how is he.. Brock, I mean.”

LadyBelz: Pandora tried not to blush, she really did, when Simone mentioned Brock’s name, but it was not to be. Her face flamed redder then the flames of the hottest fires of hell and she had this huge grin on her face. “Brock…is Brock.” she stated, not bothering to elaborate.

CharlotteCarrendar: -This had Simone stop lifting weights and she sat up. “Woah…what is with your face?”

LadyBelz: “Nothing.”

CharlotteCarrendar: “Bullshit”

KalypsoGrey: Kali eyed the reddened cheeks of Pandora and dropped the weights almost crushing herself in the process. “Ugh.. fuck..” She ducked under then. “Woah, no… I call BS bitch. Spill.”

LadyBelz: “Nope.”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone grinned. “Wait…wait wait.” She stood up and waved her water bottle at Pandora. “You two did it!”
KalypsoGrey: sighs and grasps ahold of the edge of one of the weights. “I will hurt you…”

CharlotteCarrendar: “No no…look at her.”

LadyBelz: “We did NOT!” Pandora denied, rather fiercely, blushing to the roots of her hair.

CharlotteCarrendar: “Ahahaha. Denial.”

KalypsoGrey: Blinks and then drops the weights, walks over and eyes Pandora down. “What in the actual fuck…”

LadyBelz: -Backs offa step- “Nothing happened.”

CharlotteCarrendar: “Yeah right.”

LadyBelz: “Honestly!”

CharlotteCarrendar: “Pssh. Don’t lie, Pandora.”

KalypsoGrey: “You fucking liar. I could smell the thai coming from a mile away!”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone doubles over laughing-

LadyBelz: “Kali…shut up. You do not know what you’re talking about.” Pandora scowled. She was starting to get a little pissed.

KalypsoGrey: “Hey, I can’t tell you to not stop having Thai…”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone chewed her bottom lip, then took a sip of her water. “Cat fight in five.” She knew when Pandora was getting riled. If this meant the designer clad Kali was going to get a black eye, Simone was willing to stand back and let it happen.

LadyBelz: “It’s not funny, Kali.” Pandora growled, gearing up to defend her and Brock’s relationship. This was serious to her and she didn’t want it turned into some kind of joke for her friends to pick over. “Okay, yes, Brock spent the night at my place. I won’t deny that. But we did not have sex. We may have slept in the same bed, but we did NOT have sex.”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone simply raised an eyebrow at that one. “If you say so.” Seeing the treadmills were free, she wandered down there.

KalypsoGrey: “But you had thai food…?” She questioned before then rising from the weight area and moving down the stairs back to the treadmills. “You know we are just joking with you, take it easy and relax.” Honestly she could see the fury in her eyes and was not about to get down with Pan in the middle of the gym. Doing so wouldn’t be pretty for either of them, nor the gym and it’s members. So she simply… let the situation go. Hoping that Pan knew her and Simone meant well.

Morinehtar: “Your membership card, miss. Have a lovely workout!” said the attendant. Taking the flimsy piece of plastic in her hand, Roisin replied dryly: “Thanks.” Why had she walked into a gym again? Right. Because those tarts from the Colts were kicking her teams ass and the coach had less than subtly suggested that she and her teammates were less than capable of outrunning an old man in wheel chair. At least that was the reason she gave herself. What fucking ever. Fine. Strolling into the treadmill hall after some half-hearted exploration, she strode through the first few rows of gawkers towards the back only to hear a cadre of manicured prissies arguing about who slept with whom. Not at all caring that she might well be about to cause a scene, Roisin called out: “Can you teenagers stop arguing about who bagged whose boyfriend so the rest of us can work out in peace?” Roisin hadn’t even stepped onto a treadmill yet.

CharlotteCarrendar: “Teenagers? Girl, you just paid me the compliment of the year.” Simone actually stopped on the treadmill…sliding back and then jumped off. “I am so giving my plastic surgeon a bonus.”

KalypsoGrey: “Excuse you?” Kali huffed before then finally hopping onto a treadmill and resuming her work out. “Sounds like someone has their panties in a bunch.”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone actually checked hers- “They’re fine.”

LadyBelz: Pandora sighed and followed behind. “It’s not like that at all. I like him.” Pandora’s voice had gone all soft and dreamy. “I might actually love him, now that I think about it. He’s funny, passionate, a gentleman….and one hell of a cook.” Pandora chuckled. “And he really didn’t want to do anything without asking me…and I wanted him…badly…I’ve never wanted a man like that before. I feel like I’m that one girl in high school who finally gets noticed by the hot jock.”

KalypsoGrey: “Bitch I didn’t mean you… shit.”

CharlotteCarrendar: “Why does she get the happy meal man package?” She said, thumbing to Pandora, who seemed to have hit the jackpot with Brock. “Can I rent him for the weekend? Pretty please?” she joked. Course she knew Pandora would say no. Sounded like her claws were in deep.

KalypsoGrey: “Wait… baby doll, you hardly know this man though… are you sure you love him?” Kali raised a brow as she turned back to look at her best friend. “So long as you’re happy, it’s all Simone and I want for you. Honestly.”

Morinehtar: One of them, a blonde replied that she’d been complimented. Was she dense? “I wasn’t stating it to praise your *youthful* appearance.” The way she said “youthful” made it clear she didn’t quite consider it applicable. “You should get a refund.” Roisin ignored the bunched panties comment. That was the best she could do? Then the other kept whining about how she thought she was in love with him: “Oh boy, sounds like a recipe for happily ever after.” Finally placing a foot on the treadmill, she turned it on and began jogging.

LadyBelz: Pandora looked at her friends, a spark of happiness in her eyes as she realized that despite how quickly it happened, she had their support. Until the other woman spoke. “Bitch, what the fuck is your malfunction?”

Morinehtar: “Your voice.”

LadyBelz: “You wanna take this shit outside?”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone ran off to the locker room. “SCRAG FIGHT, LADIES!”

Morinehtar: She really just challenged her to a fight? Roisin laughed heartily, totally sure that the barbie at the other end couldn’t throw a punch to save her life. “I’d do it for free, but I doubt you want me rearranging your face.”

LadyBelz: “Bring it bitch! I got your fucking free right here.” Pandora scowled. Who did this slut think she was?

KalypsoGrey: Kali raised a brow as she stopped and hopped off the treadmill, her brow raising at her best friend to the woman and then Simone. “You might not wanna pick a fight with Panda.” By this time she was fully ready and began to let her hair down while then making herself very aware of how the situation might go down. “Trust me… this isn’t going to be pretty.” She said as she slowly made her way to Simone’s side.

T1Legend: ” Excuse me, ” rumbled the velvety baritone adjacent Roisin’s treadmill. ” You dropped this. ” A massive right arm extended in her direction—-veins snaked their up and down the forearm, around the bicep. He was clearly flexing. His hand held a single slip of paper betwixt index and thumb. ” Your ticket. “

T1Legend: ” To the /GUNSHOW/. ” Flexflex.

T1Legend: Scrawled on the paper was the following phone number: 867-5309

CharlotteCarrendar: “It’s okay. I got my iphone. I can call 911 if it goes bad. Besides…I got money riding on Pandora.” Simone whispered to Kali, as she slipped out her phone and bounced eagerly.-

T1Legend: ” Hey, hey, baby. If we were squirrels……would you let me stick my nuts in your hole? ” Brow waggle—even THEY had muscles to flex.

KalypsoGrey: Kali shook her head and raised a brow before looking at the insane woman. “Bitch, if this gets bad you and I are stepping in… we don’t call the fucking cops.”

LadyBelz: Pandora rolled to her feet and approached the woman. “You got something to say, bitch?” she scowled, fists clenched and ready to pound someone into mincemeat.

T1Legend: ” Was your daddy the meat burgler? ” He stopped his treadmill.

Morinehtar: She thought she could take her? Alright then, Roisin kept at it. One of the other plastics recommended Roisin not start anything, but balls. She might as well have some fun if she was here. Before she could reply, a bulky chap on her right said she’d dropped a ticket. She realized it was a ploy. Eyeing him skeptically, she indicated her open gym bag and turned back to the barking bitch: “Then by all means prove it. Come at me.” She rolled her eyes, ignoring the idiotic statement the meat head had made.

T1Legend: ” Because it looks like somebody stole two fine hams and shoved them down the back of your pants. ” 

LadyBelz: Oh it was on! With a cry of rage, Pandora made for the woman’s hair, hoping to grab two fistfuls to drag the rude bitch to the floor.

KalypsoGrey: “Oh fuck…”

T1Legend: Immediately pulled out his phone and started filming, pausing only long enough to check himself in the mirror.

CharlotteCarrendar: “Oh my god!…Hair pulling. Go for the wedgie, Pan!” Simone squealled, rolling her arm. “Woot woot.”

KalypsoGrey: “Wedgie was so 3rd grade… do the choke hold!” Kali chimed in suddenly before rolling her own arm and then noticing she shouldn’t have said anything. “Wait, why am I condoning this…”

CharlotteCarrendar: “Cause you love gutter violence. That’s why.”

Morinehtar: Strike! The ditz actually took the bate. Grinning like a maniac, Roisin laughed as the woman flew towards her. Naturally, the woman tried to grab her hair. Pff. Jumping off the side of the treadmill opposite to the one the woman had jumped on, Roisin moved out in front of it teasing her. “Hair pulling, really? You’re so middle school.”

LadyBelz: Pandora snarled, moving around to try and get in the woman’s personal space. Once she was in range, she would make a move to tackle the unknown woman around her waist to tackle her to the floor.

KalypsoGrey: “You gonna let her talk you down like that?” Kali chimed in as people started to gather in a crowd like an auditorium. Some people speaking about. “Booooooo” And another in the far back saying something as the room grew silent. “She doesn’t even go here!”

T1Legend: Obviously, this chick was a lesbian. That was the only logical explanation. Neither of them were getting naked—-catfights were so over-rated. He hopped off and strolled over to Simone. He smelled like old spice and baby oil. ” Hey, baby. Don’tcha know I have a pillow with a hole in it? I named it after you. “

T1Legend: ” I’m the biggest lady killer from Buffalo since O.J. Simpson. ” ;D

CharlotteCarrendar: “The fuck? You named your pillow named after me?!” Oh that was like waving a red flag at a bull. She got her pointy finger and started to ram it towards his right pecks. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but the only ladies you been killing are from the Sunny Vale retirement home. Now, get outta my face, so I can film this fight.”

Morinehtar: The “Panda” snarled, turned around to face Roisin as she stepped towards Roisin. The woman’s pouncing stance was unmistakeable, so Roisin, knees bent, remained where she was with her every taunting grin on her face until just the right moment. Just as the woman leapt, Roisin would step to her right, throwing herself out of range of the woman’s flailing arms. Assuming the woman landed on her face as Roisin expected, the latter would then fall onto the woman’s back, pinning her down with Roisin’s knee and grasp for her arms to twist them behind her back.

T1Legend: When she poked his chest, he took the opportunity to make his pecks—man titties if you will—-dance the maccarana. ” Was your daddy a cement mixer? Cos you makin’ me awfully hard right now. “

CharlotteCarrendar: – Simone placed her hands on her hips and did a saucy head wobble. “Was your name Pinocchio, cause dude, the only thing growing is your nose.” She glanced down at what would be his package, and she was pretty sure it was a folded pair of socks.

LadyBelz: Pandora missed and fell to the floor, knocking the breath from her lungs. A moment later the woman was on her back and trying to twist her arms behind her back. Oh that was it for Pandora. She was mad enough to spit fire….and that’s exactly what she did. A carbon smell began to permeate the room and if the woman continued to hold Pandora’s arms, she would feel the heat of Pandora’s body temperature spiking to a high degree, hot enough to possibly burn the woman’s fingers and thereby releasing Pandora from her grip.

Fifty Shades of CRAY CRAY

Live Role play on the client of IMVU 19th February, 2014

Ladies Night

Writers :
LadyBelz
KalypsoGrey
T1Legend
Morinehtar
FireStar32005
TormentedPerfection
CharlotteCarrendar
KristianTrevelynGrey

Location : Balls of Steel Gym 

Part Two

T1Legend: /Two/ folded pair of a socks. And a roll of quarters. Giggidy.

KalypsoGrey: Kali sighed heavily before then shaking her head at everything around her, a sudden buzz coming from her phone in her bra just then. She reached in her bra, retrieved said phone and instantly read the text.: Taylor- “A few people just came outof the gym, is everything alright Mrs. Grey?” It was Taylor her body guard checking up on her again, and before she had the chance to reply back she turned to view the fight and then Simone and some random block head hitting on her. “Hey! Back the fuck off, prick…” Instantly a pool of energy slowly started whirling inside of Kali as her anger slowly began to build. If this went on any longer, things would not be pretty for anyone.

T1Legend: “Okay,okay. Say no more, clearly you’re all gay! I know when I’m not wanted. ” He continued to work the crowd, but this time he walked quietly up behind another girl and thrust the knuckle of his right hand into her back. ” I have a .45 pressed against your kidney. Would you like to get some coffee? “

Morinehtar: She succeeded in pinning the woman with no problem, but as she grabbed for her arms, an odd thing happened: A burning sort of stench began to fill the air. Now, much as Roisin liked the idea of her insults manifesting as actual burns, she couldn’t think that was the case. Something funky was going on. The woman’s skin was heating up fast. Pulling herself up and back quickly, Roisin sprang back, fists ready. What the fuck?
KalypsoGrey: “I’m fucking married you bitch… now leave my best friends alone. Get lost!” She screamed at the man.

KalypsoGrey: “Good, I wouldn’t have wanted you anyway… Pfft… bye.” She stated as the man flipped his hair and walked off.

LadyBelz: She felt when the woman released her arms and moved away, allowing Pandora to scramble to her feet, eyes blazing in her anger. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but you don’t insult me or my friends the way you just did. Do it again and I’ll fry your guts for breakfast.” To drive the point home, Pandora shot a short stream of fire from her fingertips at the soles of the woman’s shoes. “Do we understand each other?”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Then…it was like the Gods decided to send in the….one. His name. Andrei..Andrei. With bbq sauce nibblable hips, and a goatie you just wanted to suck off his face, he sauntered through the doors, his gym bag slung across his shoulder as he spotted Mister Muscles. With a cat like grace, he stalked this man of meat and socks, and said in a high pitch voice. “Baby…gotta love a man with..buns of steel. Do you have balls to match?” His eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

FireStar32005: Abby sighed softly, a groan escaping her as she walked into the gym. It had been a long night the night before, and she noted that she was a bit out of shape from her last DJ session. She was easily winded, which was a key sign that a week not working out, was not going to work for her much longer. Slowly walking in she heard commotion and blinked a few times, hesitating in her tracks at the words: “Baby gotta love a man with buns of steel. Do you have balls to match” Blinking a few more times she took her key chain off from around her neck and slid her entry card to clock into the gym with her membership. She almost burst out laughing at the words, but chose to carefully ignore them, and repeat them in her mind and smile as she stepped up onto the elliptical machine her eyes slowly scanning the areas of the gym. Stepping up onto the elliptical machine, she threw her dark, red tipped hair up into a messy ponytail, and started her normal work out regimen: “60 minutes, hills, starting speed…” hearing the machine beep she cringed at the feel of her muscles moving after such a rough night. Tilting her head some as her eyes peered over the others present in the gym she slipped in a set of ear buds playing some of her beats for the next night’s DJing list.-

Morinehtar: Well, roast her on a spit. The woman was magma barbie. Roisin didn’t care about her threats until the woman shot a thing of fire at her feet. Okay, the girl has some firepower. “Suuurrreee” Roising drew out the word as a means of distraction. A water dispensor was to her left. With a kick, she busted it, sending water spraying directly towards Pandora, probably soaking her if she hadn’t somehow moved.

CharlotteCarrendar: “It’s virgin pubic hair. I get it imported from Kazakhstan.” The sultry male model gay creme puff said, with a lick of his lips. He then noticed that the sign for the pool being open flashed, and he made goose lips as Mr Muscles, before swaggering off to the locker room, making a phone like gesture with his right hand and mouthed. “Call me maybe..baby.”

LadyBelz: Pandora saw the woman moving toward the water fountain and guessed her intentions a moment before it happened. She didn’t move out fo the way though, her body temperature going beyond normal means and causing the water to evaporate the moment it touched her skin. The gym became an instant steam room, causing the poor girl at the desk to burst into tears. “I don’t get paid enough for this bullshit! I quit!” she screamed, darting out the door.

CharlotteCarrendar: “I can’t see shit!” Simone cried as the steam was building.

Morinehtar: Roisin stood there, hands on hips, looking at the woman: “Steamy Panda is steamy,” she remarked, eyebrow arched.

FireStar32005: As the gym began to heat up and steam filled the room, Abby blinked a few times and shook her head. “What the hell?” slowly taking out her ear budgs she stopped what would have been a decent work out and stepped away from it. Hearing the receptionist cry out and rush out the door she shook her head and let out a gentle sigh. “Well, I guess she’s not a fan of saunas?” she asked with a little quirk of her brow.-

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone did see that. “Oh now he takes his shirt off.”

LadyBelz: The doors opened once more and a couple of firefighters and a policeman entered. “We got reports of a bomb threat! Everyone needs to clear the building!” the cop shouted.

FireStar32005: “Relax officer…” she smiles tenderly her shadow moving out in front of her just a bit. “It’s just Sauna day at the gym… don’t you like the heat?”

TormentedPerfection: *Suddenly, a fat guy who was passed out on the tread mill rolls around, panting.* “Bomb? What bomb? OH SHIT NO I HAVE DIABETIS STOP.” He struggles to get on his feet, looking like a bitching whale in heat.”

CharlotteCarrendar: “Firefighters. Okay, this is too much.” Simone fans herself and skips over to one with an extra long hose. “Quick, spray me down with your hose, mate.” Instead he hoses the fat guy right out the window-

T1Legend: “I’ve got a hose if you need spraying down. ” Bodybuilder pose.

KalypsoGrey: It was then when the police entered did she lower herself to the ground, smile innocently and then made her way over to one of the cops. Her eyes darting to Pan as if to ask her to grab her duffel. “I have police reports to fill out and I am sure to get blamed for this by my husband later on.”

T1Legend: ” Everyone relax! They are probably just here to arrest me…..”

TormentedPerfection: The fatguy finally gets on his feet, to run. Oblivious to whatever happens. he charges forth, but trip, rolling…rolling…and BAM! He spearheads, a ball of pure Fat and Sweets towards the fire fighter, easily setting them off balance if they don’t dodge.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Simone stares at Mister Muscles and shakes her head. “Not into golden showers thanks.”

FireStar32005: Her lips curl into a sweet, sultry smile, normally only saved for the pretty ones at her DJ station. “Anyone mind if we get some beats in here?” she walked around one officer. “Surely you all came here to work out too?”

T1Legend: ” For being too sexy for this gym. “

T1Legend: ” Happens all the time. “

Morinehtar: Roisin took that as her cue to make tracks. Darting back around the woman, she went back to her treadmill and snatched up her gym bag, presumably with the scrap of paper with Mr. Muscle’s number inside. She had a few ideas for ways to prank him, but wasn’t sure she was bothered. She then walked out around the firefighters.

KalypsoGrey: Her eyes slowly returned to normal as her hands whirled in a small circle near her waist in an attempt to die down the steam in the room so the gym was back to normal.- “Come no officer, we have much to discuss, no thanks to the sudden situation at hand.”

LadyBelz: Pandora caught the hint and this was more attention then what she needed. She grabbed her duffle and followed Kali outside, breathing in the fresh air. “God, what the fuck was her problem?” she snarled, feeling her core temperature start to return to normal.

FireStar32005: -Grabbing a towel she wipes off her brow, and gingerly drapes the towel around her shoulders, swings over the railing and walks out of the steamed room-

T1Legend: Shot down again, Muscles slinked off to the locker room to sulk. v_v;

CharlotteCarrendar: -Where Andrei Andrei was waiting. In a mankini. “Oooo baby. I like a little lunchbox in the locker room, Suga.” he minced about, pulling hard on his straps and teasing his nipples, while his balls seemed to have dissapeared up his ass-

KalypsoGrey: After having spoken to the officers outside for more than 10 minute she sighed and made her way back towards the entrance, only to see Pan coming out with their bags. “Everything is fine, I promised to pay for the repairs if any were needed to be made, and I also said we would add a sauna in. Apparently it was a good idea.” She sighed and nearly fainted before Pan and then thought better and tried to compose herself accordingly. “Can we go… please?”

KalypsoGrey: “Oh, and I’m in charge of finding a new front desk clerk… joy.” She exclaimed sarcastically. “What else do I have to deal with today?”

LadyBelz: Pandora looked at Kali, wondering where Simone went off to. She nodded to Kali and linked their arms. Simone would catch up to them. “Getting back to my earlier topic, Kal…I want to try with Brock. He’s…different…and he likes me too.”
T1Legend: ” Little! ” He stood up from the bench, indignant. And that was when the roll of quarters fell down his pant leg. ” Awh, who’m I kidding. ” He sat back down, sobbing.

KalypsoGrey: She raised a brow and then nodded while walking with her, her head practically leaning on the woman’s arms. “Ugh, I know. And I’m sorry for earlier. Forgive me Panda?” She sulked then and looked up at her with puppy eyes.

T1Legend: ” It’s the steroids! “

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone was getiting phone numbers of one of the burly fire fighters and was in her element. “I love a man in uniform.” she giggled, taking a fireman’s hat and popping it on her head. “Need a mascot?” One of the other gym members passed her and she sung out, “They already have a dog, Simone.” Simone snarled at the lycra covered skank. “Shut up.”

LadyBelz: Chuckling, Pandora wrapped an arm around her friend. “I’ll always forgive you, Kal.” She grinned, hugging her close. She noticed Kali was looking a little pale and grew concerned. “Did you have breakfast this morning?” she wondered. Not bothering to wait for an answer, she turned toward the iopen doors of the gym. “SIMONE! WE’RE GOING TO LUNCH! MOVE YOUR ASS!”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Giving the fireman back his hat, she heard Pandora call out, and ran on after them. “Wait for me!”

KalypsoGrey: “Honestly no…” She replied to Pandora’s question. The embrace still felt as she then moved alongside her friend and called in unison with her to their girl Simone. “SIMONE! WE’RE GOING TO LUNCH! MOVE YOUR ASS!” She laughed then and moved to turn her head as Simone called back out to them both. “Wait for me!”

LadyBelz: “Where to? My treat.” Pandora stated as the three women piled into Kali’s limo. “Chinese Buffet sounds good right now.”

CharlotteCarrendar: “All that working out and flirting takes a lot out of a girl.” Simone said, panting as she reached them on the curb. As for food. “I could do a china man.”

KristianTrevelynGrey: ~Kristian rode up to the gym after receiving a text from Kali that she was going to the gym, and he took the opportunity to grab her some Tea and lunch. As he parked in the lot, he more heard that saw the sirens that went off out the front, along with Kali and Pandora standing there talking, officers near them. Raising an eyebrow Kristian would look out his window but noticed Kali gathered into a limo with Simone and Pandora. He decided to follow them to wherever they were headed. ~

KalypsoGrey: Kali smiled at her girls and moved into the limo before the three of them drove off down the street towards the nearest Chinese buffet. “Yea, I’m hungry, let’s get out of here.”

LadyBelz: “Hey. Stop the limo.” Pandora called out. The limo screeched to a halt a few feet from the gym. “Isn’t there a restaurant on that yacht across the street? Let’s eat there.”

KalypsoGrey: The limo driver stopped the car and instantly she forgot about the yacht. “OH shit, that’s right…” And just as she turned her head to look, there it was as plain as day. “Alright, let’s get going.”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone got out of the limo and headed across the road, going up the jetty to the floating yacht restaurant. She’d been here before, just never straight after gym. Seeing the girls following, she made her way up the gangplank and nodded to the sailor at the top deck. “She’s paying.” Simone said, motioning back to Kali.

LadyBelz: “She is not! It’s my treat, you silly wench!” Pandora argued, following Simone to a prime table overlooking the ocean.

KalypsoGrey: Kali shook her head after telling Taylor to stand by and wait for them. He nodded and parked the car as the girls left and made her way aboard the yacht with the girls. “Hey hoes, calm down. I can pay for it.”

KristianTrevelynGrey: ~Kristian slowed down as the limo driver came to a halt, and he was about to yell at the driver, but instantly spotted the yacht that wasn’t far, and realized they must have been heading there… Kristin drove ahead and tried to reach the yacht before Kali and her friends, to surprise them with an extravagant lunch. He hopped out of the car and reached the plank to walk up onto the yacht, heading into the dining area before he heard a woman say “She’s paying, then another woman contemplating and arguing” Kristian smirked and knew exactly who that would be… and he also knew who would now be paying.

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone flicked back her wayward ponytail and shrugged. “Okay, fine. She can pay for the next one.”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Just then, Pandora’s cell phone rings-

KalypsoGrey: Kali sighed and rose a brow at the sound of Pandora’s phone ring. “Well, get it.”

LadyBelz: Pandora had just sat down when a vibrating sound caught her attention. She had forgotten that she had silenced her phone. She quickly dug it out of her back, checking the caller ID before she would even answer it. It was a number she was unfamiliar with, but she answered it anyway, on the offchance it was Brock. She still hadn’t gotten his number yet. “Hello?”

CharlotteCarrendar: -It was Brock- “Hey…not interrupting you from anything. I…just wanted to hear your voice.” yeah it was corny, but did she have her speaker sound up for the girls to hear. “I felt like I ran off on you at breakfast..and wanted to say sorry.”

KristianTrevelynGrey: ~Kristian followed them as they sat down, and lucky for him it was a 4 seated table.~ “Well well, look at what we have here, the three musk…. No. We have Catwoman, WonderWoman, and Barbie.” ~Kristian smirked and sat down next to them, inbetween Simone and Kali. Leaning over he placed a kiss to Kali’s lips and smiled at them.~ “Here for lunch I suppose? Let’s not waste any time then… food is an important part of the day..” ~He waited for the menus to be brought over~

LadyBelz: Pandora got a silly grin on her face when she heard Brock’s voice. She was well aware that the girls would try to listen in to the call, but at that moment could have cared less. “No…just having lunch with the girls.” Kali’s husband arrived at that moment, “And Kali’s husband.” She blushed when he mentioned wanting to hear her voice. “No need to apologize for leaving this morning. We both had things to do. Um…are you coming over tonight?” she wondered.

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone raised a brow when Kristian came along, naming the trio after superheros, and of course regarding Simone as Barbie. She was pretty sure that Kristian wasn’t too fond of Pan and her influence on his beloved Kali. In fact, she was sure of it. “Oh..Hi Ken, I mean Kristian.” Yes, she named him after a plastic male doll with no dick.

CharlotteCarrendar: -Brock breathed a sigh of relief that she was not upset about the fact he took off without doing the dishes, or eating with her. “Tonight?” The very idea of being near her again, after the morning in the kitchen got him excited at the thought of it. “Yeah, once I finish up at work, I can be over around seven.”

KalypsoGrey: Kali slowly began to lean back into her chair as she began to relax a bit, but evidentially, it was impossible to keep up with everything going on. But just then as Pan started chatting away her husband arrived and began to step forward, his words slipping out in a joke… or so she hoped. Before he then sat next to Pandora and her before then gracing his lips against Kali’s. The kiss was short and sweet, but it was enough to sustain Kali for the entire day. “Funny babe…” Her ears then suddenly perking at Pandora’s conversation and the mention of her new beau. “Oooo”

LadyBelz: Pandora’s grin was the stuff of legends and she had to strongly resist the urge to do the Touchdown Dance in the middle of the restaurant. She quickly composed herself. “Seven it is.” She smiled. She turned away from the other girls so that her part of the conversation was for Brock’s ears alone. “Miss you, babe.”

KristianTrevelynGrey: ~Kristian raised an eyebrow at Simone as he stared for a while~ “I’m suprised you almost forgot my name, although Ken is the number 1 leading hot male doll around the world, probably more famous than I.” ~He intended to shrug of her shrudness and looked at the menu as it was brought over. His eyes scanned each thing before he gave it back to the waiter~ ” We shall have finger sandwhiches, some ribs, chinese, sushi and… some mexican food.”

KristianTrevelynGrey: ~Kristian raised an eyebrow at Simone as he stared for a while~ “I’m surprised you almost forgot my name, although Ken is the number 1 leading hot male doll around the world, probably more famous than I.” ~He intended to shrug of her shrudness and looked at the menu as it was brought over. His eyes scanned each thing before he gave it back to the waiter~ ” We shall have fingersandwhiches, some ribs, chinese, sushi and… some mexican food.”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Brock’s voice was so smooth as he replied to Pandora’s “Miss you babe.” He was standing outside his CO’s office, and had other officers walking past, so he couldn’t say what he really wanted too. “I’ll see you then, love.” Then he hung up, walking down the hall of the command centre, a smug expression.

LadyBelz: Pandora hung up her phone, a grin on her face that was wiped clear the moment she heard Kristian ordering their food. She dropped her phone into her bag and looked at him. “Excuse me? I know you did NOT just order our food.”

CharlotteCarrendar: “And he called me Barbie.” Simone pouted.

KalypsoGrey: Kali raised a brow after picking up the end line of the phone’s conversation. “How cut–” But she was interrupted then by the now slowly irritated Pandora. “Yea… he did.” she sighed then before leaning back in her chair and pressing her finger against her husband’s chest. “Babe… let the girls order their own food and you can order mine.” She smiled and kissed his cheek as the waiter slowly began coming back for their food, her hand waved him off as if to let him know he wasn’t needed at the moment and the food could be sent back.

KristianTrevelynGrey: ~Kristian shrugged and looked around the room.~ “Well, miss Shimmy Shimmy lip gloss Barbie was porbably looking at her perfect features the the reflection of a spoon. I most always order food for my wife and I. You as well, Pandora… were on the line to what I assume to be someone you care deeply for, considering the blush hiding behind your cheeks and grin upon your face earlier as you hung up. I damn well did just order food for us.” ~He then looked to Kali as she pleaded with him for them to order their own food.~ “it’s done… You may order your own food if you insist, however I am sure the meal that will be provided will be to satisfaction.”

KalypsoGrey: She submitted to her husband then before turning her head from him in frustration, a low grumble escaping her lips. “Whatever…” She scowled. “Sorry girls…” It was clear now that Kali was upset, and she didn’t care for anything more at the moment. Nor did she feel the need to want to eat.

LadyBelz: Pandora bit her tongue on what she really wanted to say. It was a known fact to her that Kristian hated her and it was a sure bet that Pandora loathed him. By mutual agreement, they tried to be civil for Kali’s sake but there were days when Pandora just itched to burn every inch of hair off the man’s body…including his nose hairs. The way he treated his wife got on her last nerve, but for some reason, Kali loved the man. The urge to be insulting was on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she settled for a heated glare at her best friend’s husband and turned to look at the waiter. “I want spaghetti and meatballs, a side of clam chowder, a salad, ranch dressing and an iced tea.”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone’s bottom lip quivered and she rose to standing. “Excuse me. I’ll just take whatever comes.” That said, she went out the back of the boat to think.

CharlotteCarrendar: -Simone’s bottom lip quivered and she rose to standing. “Excuse me. I’ll just take whatever comes.” That said, she went out the back of the boat to think.

LadyBelz: “Now see what you did?” Pandora hissed, getting to her feet and going after Simone.

CharlotteCarrendar: -Reaching the back of the boat, she stood with her hands clasped to the rail, and stared out at the shoreline, as waiters were carrying plates of food to their table. She could hear Pandora coming and could only imagine what was going on at that table now.

KristianTrevelynGrey: ~Kristian just stood there and listened with that “MMhmm” Face as Pan ordered her own 10 course meal and watched as Simone looked as if she was about to burst into tears… and then heard Pandora yell at him~ “I did nothing.” ~He shrugged back, and then looked to Kali, who was set on ignoring him, and would probably refuse to eat lunch at all if he kept it up. In that moment he looked to her and rolled his eyes~ “Fine, but you and I.. are going to have ‘words’ later on this.. ” ~Kristian stood up and walked over to where Pandora was before he yelled towards her, trying to calm his rage, his palm slightly twitching.~ “Go and keepy my wife company, I will talk with her. ” ~He didn’t even wait for her reply, yet simply walked over to the rails where Simone seemed to be lost at sea, and waited for her to say something to him~

CharlotteCarrendar: – Simone could hear it, but hardly believe it. Why? Why was it everytime that Kristian showed up that the unity of the girls was split down the seams? She felt his presence and could smell his cologne as well. She tapped her foot twice, knowing it was going to be her doing the talking. “You might own Kali…hell, you got Pandora tied up by destroying the lease on her apartment..” *she then rounded on Kristian and said with a snarl. “But don’t think for a minute you can pull your dom crap on me. Take your lunch. And shove it up your ass.” With that said, she looked at the other girls with a dead pan expression, then marched off the boat, getting into a waiting cab and sped off for the top end of town.

KalypsoGrey: Kali raised a brow at her husband when he spoke about doing ‘nothing’. A small laugh escaped her when this was said and she could all but slap him right there and then, his own movements making him move from the table, turn to her and speak. “Fine, but you and I.. are going to have’words’ later on this..” She shook her head yet again at him and then waved the waiters in to bring the food before she then whispering to the waiters to bring her a selection of the food she liked. (c)

LadyBelz: Pandora was keeping an eye on both Simone and Kristian and saw when Simone turned toward the man, fury burning in her eyes. The restaurant went dead silent as Simone’s words laced the air before she stomped off the boat. Pandora smirked, mentally cheering Simone. “Take that, you smug sonofabitch.” Pandora grinned to herself. She tossed down her napkin and got to her feet. “I have class in an hour. I will see you later, Kali.” Glaring at Kristian, she grabbed her duffle bag and left the yacht. If he wanted to treat them so badly, he could pay for their uneaten lunch.

KalypsoGrey: Kali could instantly hear the bickering in the area Simone and her Husband were at and as she inched off her chair to hear the conversation more she saw Simone rushing off the boat after giving both her and Pandora a look that clearly said ‘I’m Done’. “Are you fucking serious?” She sighed and exclaimed wildly before then flipping the table over and kicking it against a random side of the boat. “Seriously?!” And it was then, just then she moved her way to the back of the boat where a now lone Kristian stood. ” You really need to control this whole dom thing you got going on. With me, that is fine. But when it comes to my friends, that is never alright. I hope I am making myself crystal clear Kristian! ” By this time, all eyes were on her and her husband when she’d approached him and Pan said goodbye to her. “Please, I don’t often ask for alot but please try and make nice with them… I just… honestly don’t know anymore…” She spoke of their marriage at this point and sighed before moving to exit the restaurant, her voice barely audible when she spoke then. “Just take me home Kristian…” (E)

“That’s What Friends Are For”
(originally by Rod Stewart)

For a long time, my writing friends and I have been taking part in various role plays on the IMVU group forum boards.  Time and again, the same issues always seemed to strike, when the Group owner decides to change or delete the role play and we are left without a role play home for some of our favorite characters and stories.  In the last month, we have started to cross to a new home away from IMVU, called “The Roleplayers Collective”, which is a broad ranging forum board that allows us the freedom to post our many role play worlds and stories with a lot of the old favorites.

http://theroleplayerscollect.yuku.com/

I will be posting some of the new threads here soon, including one of our favourite roleplay families, the Marulos.

Char  <3