Somebody wanna soap with moi?
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Thread Topic: Somebody wanna soap with moi?
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Me too. This role-play seems to be going well.
(SARCASTIC MODE ACTIVATE!)
At-least when I joined. -
Don't be sarcastic. Your charrie is awesome! We needed some action an mystery on here anyway.)
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Why thank you! :D You'res is also pretty cool! I took note that you seem to be an experienced role-player.
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Yeah, I guess. ^-^ I'm not exactly proud of Noah though. My characters in romance rps are never very interesting. Thanks though!! :D)
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Well guess what.
I'm changing this to an action/romance play.
With more action.
And more death.
And a s----load of Assassin.
Like that? -
Oh, and I can still remember that first roll you did on here. Mainly because I just copied it.
"Noah sighed, his breath puffing steam into the frigid December air. He dismounted his black motercycle and stared up at the forbidding building before him. It was a battlefield, a war in there, nothing in his training could've prepared Noah "Smith" for the horrors of...high school."
Cheesy, yet hilarious. -
Thank you, thank you very much. X3 And yes, I much prefer action to mushy romance.)
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Ok. I can get you a lot of action time, but your still gonna have to sex Bright a-lot.
Besides, when was sex not fun?
About 70% of the time.
My argument is in-valid against yours. -
O.O Uh...I don't really know how to respond to that. But you're right. (If I understood that correctly than I'm pretty sure you're right.)
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Hmm... Wanna... Dang-it, WAIT
Wanna role-play till Bright gets here? Not any-thing serious, of course. And you can get some action with-out having to sex! :D -
Uh...yay?)
Noah finally decided not to risk it, and abandoned the ticking object. He pushed out of the small room he had woken up in, only to find himself in a long white hallway, almost identical to where he had just come from. -
The mysterious figure was headed towards some-where he didn't seem to need to be. He didn't even bother to truly dispose of the evidence, and replaced all the evidence with fake stuff! Like bodies with manikins (Not sure that's how you spell it.), and blood with red food coloring.
The figure was walking into a large Wal-Mart department, and was in casual clothes with a some-what large suit-case in hand, pushing a shopping cart. Eventually he reached the back door, to the Janitors Room, and opened it. He went towards the back and opened another door, which had to be opened by a special one-of-a-kind silver key.
Once he opened it, he walked through the maze of shelves, items, empty boxes, and stacked clothes to a dead-end. The maze was long and tense, and no-body could reach his destination on purpose at one shot. He removed a bunch of fallen boxes and encountered a heavy metal door that had to be opened by in-putting a long, confusing code of random letters and digits, opened by a different more modern-looking key.
He pulled out a small key, supposedly the key that went into the door, put it in the odd key-hole, shifted it, then put in a complex pass. After he had completed the task, he entered a very strange place, indeed. The place looked perfectly abandoned, with old boxes, broken shelves and dust every-where, but it wouldn't be, since this guy is here.
After he went through an even longer maze of dust, broken glass and mildew, he encountered a large dust-ridden rug, and looked perfectly fine there and very easy to miss. He pulled open the rug and seen a heavy titanium trap door that was very high-tech. This didn't take a key, it was complete with eye-scanner, finger-print taker, voice implementer and a riddle of questions that was essential to opening it, and a code of strange markings, not any-thing like the English alphabet or numbers.
The man passed all the tests and it opened, revealing a very brightly-lit room with lamps, desks, glass, and even people! The number of people was only about 2 in the room, and 10 in the entire under-ground building! The figure jumped down, said a dark "Hello" to one of the people, headed to the changing room, and set down his suit-case.
When he left, he was dressed in a steel mockery-of-a-face mask in hand, pitch black contact lenses, voice re-dialer, black combat boots, hidden weapons on his hands, black trench-coat, and light kevlar. This was the mysterious figure! And he was headed some-where familiar... -
Hello?
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Noah looke up and down the corridor, keeping an eye out for the steel man- or any man, really. As far as he could tell, this place was deserted.
He ascended another stark white staircase, and ran down yet another white hallway, lined with locked doors. -
I don't want this to DIIIIIEEE!!! *Crys*
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