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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days |
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| OOC: The Argentinian branch of the Blood Line RP.
The damp, dark, cloistered and sweaty room was taking its toll on all of its inhabitants. The Buenos Aires policeman standing in the corner of the room, staring out the thin slits of the window panes. He rubbed the sweat off his face and out of his bushy, graying mustache before turning back to the three people wrapped in safety blankets, shivering. It was 95 degrees Fahrenheit. He could not believe his eyes. "So, let me get this straight. You three were standing in the square when all of a sudden" he emphasized that with biting sarcasm, "a man drained the 'life' and 'warmth' out of the entire court without ANY machines and killed over thirty people WITHOUT A MARK ON THEM?!" He slammed his hands down hard on the desk, balls of sweat bouncing off him. They nodded, unphased by his disbelief. He turned again, facing the window. "...Alright, you're free to go." The three people stood and walked towards the door. "Tell the clerk that Detective Arman let you go." After they were gone, he pressed a button on the intercom built into the wall. "Alright, Augestine, you can come in now." Seconds after, a slightly overweight blond haired American walked in. "Can you believe this bullshit?!" (Last edited by Cairoi on 01-29-08 12:55 AM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days |
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| OOC: The New York branch of Blood Line.
5:12 AM. Richard Corrina was already up and at 'em. He was wiping the floors at Penn's Station when the morning crowd flocked in. He watched them with a weary eye, making sure his hood covered his eye patch. He could smell the others. If he took the eyepatch off, he could find them. But that was not today, Richard Corrina decided to himself. He would meet with the Touched one by one, and unite them against the evil he could see with his hidden eye. If only he could show these men and women, so obsessed with their day to day affairs, the future the world could have in store for them. If he could show them, how soon the world would change. He felt her presence enter the Station, along with others who bore the Mark. This would be an interesting morning indeed. (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-10-08 02:56 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days |
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Originally posted by Cyro Xero Amen, brother. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days |
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Originally posted by Politician OF WHAT?! That sick fuck was like the Buzz Lightyear of perverse habits. He took shit too far, to infinity and beyond. I'm so glad he's gone. He made me do things with a garden hose in a tutu. That evil fuckensleipper. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days |
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| Seifer stood alone at the steps of St. Edgar's Cathedral, eying the stone structure with a familiar. He had helped build it, after all. Above the doorway sat the sword that Seifer had stained with Josiah's blood. It had been a gift from Edgar, and he felt it was at home there.
Seifer had far from given up swordsmanship. In fact, he trained far more vigorously then he ever had before. However, he only used one sword. It was a beautiful white gold broadsword left with crimson decorations, and it once belonged to an old friend. It rested at his home, in his study. It never lost its edge. Just like its old owner. The doors opened, their heavy weight causing a deep creak to resonate. He lowered the white hood that hung on his head as Isha walked out of the Cathedral in a black dress, a young man stepping out behind her, gun visible. "Seifer, I'll never be able to get over you wearing Edgar's cloak. It looks so strange on you." She said, giggling lightly. "Isha, don't start. You're wearing a dress." At that, they both laughed, and the warm feeling continued for a moment. "Five years, huh? I still can't believe how much we've gotten done in those five years." Isha reminisced, looking at the Cathedral. "It's only the beginning. With you as the Sujov representative of the IFDF, you've still got a lot of fight and the ability to change the world still at your hands." "Seifer, I've been meaning to ask you. Why didn't you take the position? You're far more qualified then me." Her smiled faded slightly, worry and wonder splashed into her voice. "Don't start. You're much more of an elected official then I could ever be. I'm doing my part by serving as a general in the Army and a bodyguard. I have vows to keep, promises to fulfill." Suddenly, Seifer's wrist began to beep. "Ah, I'm gonna have to run, Isha. Holly's waiting." Seifer smiled warmly and waved before turning and walking away. Isha watched as he turned the corner and slipped out of sight. Seifer's hair was now long and his stubble was prominent, much like Edgar. He seemed to be able to read people better than ever before, much like Leon. But inside, he was still Seifer. For some reason that warmed her heart. "Alright, come on, Dalan." The young man, grandson of the wise Old Dalan, nodded and walked close. Isha would never need a bodyguard. She considered Dalan more of a gun caddy. |
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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Setne was an impatient man. His assistant had told him the treasure hunters would be at the site at 4:30. It was 4:26, and they were not yet in sight. Never a man to mince words, Setne paced the camp, caressing the magnum in his hands.
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This dig was the most important project of his life, and he was not about to let any hotshot Europeans steal it away from him. "Sir, please relax, I'm sure they'll be here-" His assistant began before being silenced by the glare returned to him. "They had better, Keyare. For your sake." The rest of the work force grew deadly silent, terrified of their giant, imposing employee. (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-02-08 02:12 AM)
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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...Dude, that "go shopping" link is from last year. Like, January '07. Not '08. |
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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If there was anyone I thought wasn't going to die early, it was Heath Ledger. I don't know what it's going to be like to see Batman Begins now. |
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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The three threads in the RP Realm? |
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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Henry smiled and dashed forward, lighter on his feet then most athletes. He fluked a right turn, twisting his body to gain the centrifugal strength to slash the sword at Alex while continuing this fluid motion. |
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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Spike felt the kick hit and he went tumbling forwards, dropping the gun. As he hit the ground, the loud bang of the pistol stopped the two fighters still.
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Silence filled the air until both men saw the bullet hole in the locker, the misfire missing them both. Spike then rose and grabbed the gun, taking cover behind a stall of lockers. As he cocked his gun, he found the kick had made breathing slightly difficult. (Last edited by Suppa Man on 02-04-08 10:47 PM)
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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"Hi, my name's Marissa Smith. I know we haven't met before, but I just would like to talk to you for a few minutes about..." Marissa's voice trailed as he eyed all around her. No one was watching. With a sudden jerk, Marissa pushed Caden into her house and stepped in after her, shutting the door. She brandished the gleaming knife, tears forming in her eyes.
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"It's you, or me. I choose me."
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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Setne was very displeased with these Europeans' attitude. They were dealing with a man of immense power, one who did not let disrespect go unavenged. For now, however, he had more pressing matters.
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"There is an unmarked tomb in the 15th level of the tomb just outside this tent. I want you and your associates to accompany me and use your expertise to assist me when needed. Understood?" Just as Setne said this, Tryston entered the room. Setne turned and glared at Tryston. This operation was not going as he would have liked. As his hand moved towards his belt, Keyare stepped forward and put his arm around Tryston's shoulders. "Ah, Doctor! Please, come with me!" Keyare quickly rushed him out of the tent, free from Setne's wrath. Setne then turned around and walked out the opposite direction, whispering something into the ear of one of his soldiers. Before stepping out the tent, he cocked his head back. "You have 10 minutes to prepare yourselves." (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-02-08 02:12 AM)
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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To Clockworkz, Sparda, Cid Highwind, and Alpo Raggins (who I accidentily found out shares a birthday with Cid Highwind which means his birthday is the 25), happy birthday.
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So when did January 25th become Uteruine Jamboree Day?
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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Just as Holly disappeared into the courthouse, Seifer turned the corner and entered the square, walking closer to Alden. He lowered the white hood, revealing his 5 o clock shadow.
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"Alden, good to see you coming out today on the Anniversary."
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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"No. Not irony. It's Leon, bored in heaven, getting his last laughs in." Seifer looked around the vacant square, somewhat insulted no one else was present to commemorate the day these two great men gave their lives.
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"So, have you seen Holly? She said something about the trial and I'd figure I'd find her here."
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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"Alright, thanks." Seifer nodded a farewell to Alden and made his way towards the courtroom. He'd been gone on an expedition to stabilize the territories during the past half-year, garnering a position as General of the IFDF. But the mission had kept him from the one thing he cared about most. He slowly opened the door and his eyes fell upon Holly.
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"Long time no see, beautiful."
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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Seifer read Holly's racing thoughts through the waves of excitement in her icy blue eyes. After a quick kiss on the lips, he looked up at the courtroom at the end of the hall. He had a few secrets to tell Holly that would have to wait.
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"I guess we should go in, huh?"
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4484 days
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The itch to blow a bullet though the overconfident and poorly humored Brit twitched all through Setne's body. The fantasy playing in his mind of blood splattering the companions of this coy crypt robber was reaching a euphoric level, but Setne resisted. His day would come.
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