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Pockets Werewolf pockets         Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| very interesting. It seemed almost desperate, very good emotion coming through
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| I like. Interesting thought though. I wrote a story rather similar to this one back in
my senior year in highschool I titled, "Freefall." Great minds think alike I guess. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| I had a death wish. | |||
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| I workout whenever I can or think to or when I'm in the mood. I go to a gym
sometimes or I just do pushups and crunches and the like at home. I'm also hyper and crazy so when I'm just out I'm usually climbing things, or jumping around or running in circles or elipses depending on my mood or mental condition at the time. I wear weights too periodically. My record was wearing a pair of 71/2 lb ankle weights, (one on each ankle obviously equaling fifteen pounds of weight) 24 hours a day for 2 months. The only time I took them off was to shower, as soon as my shower was finished they went right back on, even slept in them. As a result when I did take them off I felt really weird. My body felt so light in comparison. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| An Ex of mine hanging out at my house pulled a book I'd lent her out of my bag
to read some of it. SHe opened the book and bent the cover entirely around, from the middle of the book cracking the spine and tearing a couple of the pages. I think my head nearly exploded trying not to scream in panic and grab the book out of her hand. I try to take exceptional care of my books. I don't frequently succeed because I have so many books that my bookshelves are full and I have stack after stack of books piled around my room. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| your mother is psycho-bitch. Come... come to the dark side, We have cookies!
You're moving out sometime withing two months at the most if I have to come down there in the middle of the night with Jayarre, knockout both your parents and well smuggle you out. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| I usually drive at or a bit above the sped limit. It's really not a good idea since I now
drive a motorcycle so on my bike I've been mostly sticking to the speed limit just to be safe. Too easy to get hurt on a motorcycle. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| I heard someone say the snakes were biogenentically enhanced or something to be
smarter or more dangerous or whatnot. *shrugs* |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| They way I look at things is that just because you're in a happy and committed
relationship doesn't mean you're blind. The odd thing is in my case I'll notice an attractive person without actually being attracted TO them. I'll just think, oh yeah she's pretty, or whatever and then go back to work without another thought. *shrugs* |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| At the risk of seeming cliché, I love the night. It’s a time that moves me and thrills me, fills me with a sense of wonder and anticipation. That bite of fear and eager excitement that grips you when you’re about to engage in some sort of illicit activity. I am about to engage in just such an activity.
Night time in L.A in the middle of one of the hottest summers on record. The warm muggy heat presses down on me, reminding me strongly of spring nights in New Orleans. Walking down the street, a slight, 5’ 1’’, long red hair reaching my waist and wearing a skintight pair of black leather pants and a tank top, one might expect me to be a target for a mugging. One would be right. And that’s exactly what I was hoping for. A good fight with a few humans is exactly what the doctor ordered to get my blood flowing for the hunt to come. I had bigger game tonight and I intended to bag it before the sun rose. A smirk twisted my lips as I heard footsteps following behind me, at least three sets. Perfect. As I passed by a darkened alley I turned into it and made my way a few dozen feet before turning to look back out to the street. One hand was perched primly on my hip while the other held the strap of the leather backpack that hung loosely from one shoulder. A moment later the three men came around the corner into the alley. They paused; slightly uncertain when they saw me standing there, waiting for them but a few seconds was all it took for them to dismiss me as a danger. They were each over six feet tall, towering above me and covered in layer of thick, heavy muscle that I imagine they thought made them irresistibly attractive. “Hey there, little girl,” one of them called, leering at me as he stepped closer. 20 feet away, I judged. He was the biggest of the three and looked to be the dumbest. I figured him for the leader. Bald as a billiard ball and blacker than night he would have been an intimidating figure of physical strength if not for the fact that I knew something that he didn’t. I knew how to kill. “I’m glad to see you boy’s,” I said, letting a little of the old Irish brogue shine through in my speech. “I’ve been walking around for a while now looking for a little entertainment.” I gave them a suggestive grin and let the bag slide off my shoulder onto the ground. “Think you’re up to helping me out with that?” The grins on all their faces spread into leers as they stared at me, eyes devouring my figure. One I’m quite proud of might I add. Slim but athletic, large breasts, but not overly so, wide hips and a firm ass that I’d noticed many a passing stranger staring at. The first man took a few more steps forward, approaching me rapidly. As he came close he reached out and put one hand on my shoulder, digging his fingers in. “If you’re looking for fun we can manage that I think,” he said with a grin, his fingers tightening painfully. A moment later the superior expression on his face fell away to be replaced by one of utter confusion and then pain as I smiled sweetly up at him then reached up and calmly broke his arm, folding the elbow back the wrong way. There was a sickening cracking sound as the joint was shattered and the edge of my hand crushing his windpipe was the only reason he wasn’t able to scream. My light gray eyes were the last things he ever saw. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| based on your example title leads me to believe Fan Fictions or work Based
on something else are allowed? And also on a note I was not told about this as Elara mentioned in a previous post the only reason I know about it is I noticed this thread a couple days ago. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| Do yo uever hav eone of those day's where you just feel like shit and everything
seems against you? The last couple hours have been like that. I was riding my bike home at a little past midnight doing somewhere around 60 cause I wasn't in a very good mood and it's starting to rain. Not really RAIN but sprinkling hard enough I couldn't wear my glasses. I'm cold, lost my riding gloves somewhere along the way.... I just feel like shit. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| I'm in. Sounds like an interesting idea. I'm looking forward to seeing what you
come up with. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| It does help to hear that baby. I love you too.
I wasn't really pissed I was just upset, not in a bad mood just kinda down and things were just really getting to me. Stressed, frustrated and all that. You have a point though Elara and Oni, I should know better than to drive when I'm upset. You've both been in the car with those results and on a bike it is so much more dangerous. I promise I'll be very careful. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| Character Sheet
Name: Rhyven Wolf Alias: none Age: 160 Physical Age: 22 Race: Vampire Abilities: Speed and agility are his strong points. Vampiric strength. Weapons: One short sword, various daggers, throwing knives and other sharp implements. A garott wire he keeps wound about one wrist. Specialization: Stealth, martial arts. Physical Appearance: 5' 9'' Slim but toned build. Light colored skin and reddish brown hair past his shoulders. A close cut red beard and green eyes. Background: Born in Ireland at the age of 22 he was turned. As soon as he became aware he went into a rage and killed the vampire that turned him. He's joined the humans because he HATES vampires. He despises the creatures that turned him into what he is and is deteremined to kill as many of them as he can manage before his own death. Rhyven pulls up outside the building, parking the huge blakc motorcycle against the curb. Pulling a cigarette from behind his ear he lights it with a zippo procured from one pocket. Inhaling the poisonous smoke he holds his breath for a moment before exhaling with a sigh. He sits there for a moment, listening to the ticking of the cooling engine. Swinging one leg over the bike he stands and adjusts the blades hidden within the sleeves of his black trench coat. Reaching into the saddle bags on his bike he removes a few personal items, securing them within the many pockets. He checks the sword hidden beneath his coat he nods to himself and walks into the building. Entering the room he looks around at those already present and slides to the floor in an empty spot, flicking a bit of ash from the end of his cigarette onto the floor. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| I now make no promises. One of those days has now turned into I'm an inch away
from attempting to drink or drive myself to death. Something inside hurts and I think I'm on a potential self destruct. I need a cigarette.... and a drink. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| "Can we kill whoever it is if they make us wait much longer?" Rhyven asked,
flicking some more ash onto the floor. "I still don't know exactly why we're here. All I got was a letter saying that I would find somerhing worth my while here." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| Loved that book, like the car... I STILL haven't gotten a ride in it now that I think
about it. *glares at Elara* So here's the deal, I'll ride the bike to your house and then you'll drive to a bar so that I can get fershnickered drunk and I'll pass out on your lawn, sound like a plan? lol |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| Very nice. I like. Good use of imagery, good use of control and submission.
Very good, baby. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5092 days Last activity: 4608 days |
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| Rhyven looks at Kendrick and shrugs," As long I get to kill vamires I don't care," he
said with a heavy Irish accent. "Speaking of which..." Reaching into an inside pocket of his coat he removes a clear flask with a viscous red fluid inside it. Opening the cap he takes a long pull, making a face as he swallows. "Damn stuff tastes awful cold," he muttered. Putting the flask away he lights another cigarette. "This is governement opperated?" Rhyven asks, glancing at Kendrick again. "Which government?" |
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