First soap
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Thread Topic: First soap
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Name: Stephen Everett
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexualladies, come at him
Appearance: Click me!
Personality: Stephen is reckless, bold, and arrogant. He has lived off of a rebellious lifestyle for most of his life. He doesn't stop to consider what he's gambling, or how much he's risking carrying through an action. Other than his close gang members, he listens to no one and respects no one.
Likes:
+Expensive things
+Violence
+Rare artifacts
+Clubs
+Weapons
Dislikes:
-Being looked down upon
-Being treated like a child
-Spotlight
-Bratty children
-Things going w r o n g
Other: Sucker for cute animals, such as puppies or kittens. Has quite a few "gang mascots" (pets). -
K cool :)
So posting order. I'll start I guess, then Sarjah, Dark, and Jade. This ok? -
Oh right, this is stardust. Using this account
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(Sure :3)
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Sounds good
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Abigail leaned against the large sink filled with dirty dishes in front of her. Most of them were cracked and had food plastered onto them, so it was basically a normal sight for her. She sighed to herself, then immediately straightened up as the manager walked past her. The manager gave her a hard stare, then commented gruffly, "You may go after you clean this up." Abigail leaned back over her work, wondering if it was too late to switch from her current job in the restaurant to that other job at the clothes store. Neither was easy, and both would have her work long hours. Abigail thought bitterly about how other girls her age only had to focus on college. But, enough. There was no helping her situation, so why cry about it. As Abigail scrubbed those dishes, she began to worry about her family again. Or, what was left of a family. She had warned her brother that morning not to get into trouble today, but he never listened to her. Anxiously, she finished her work and bolted out the door, hoping to find her brother at home. The streets of the city were unusually quiet as she drove home, making her somewhat nervous. Then soon enough, she arrived home, only to feel her spirits sink as she saw that the entire house was dark and quiet. Her brother was out again, gambling no doubt. Wasting away every penny she earned. Abigail stepped into her house and kicked the wall in anger. Then she crossed the room and sank into a chair, burying her face in her hands. What was she going to do? She didn't have the money needed to go on. Her father...her father would likely die without the money needed to put him through another procedure. Her brother would go to jail, and who would bail him out?
After a while, Abigail looked up and saw that the mail had arrived along with the newspaper. She picked it up and went for the newspaper first. Blah, blah, blah, boring junk. Then one thing caught her attention. It was a headline saying something along the lines of an old, rare jewel being recently rediscovered. At first she thought it was just another artifact, then she read more. And a crazy idea was starting to form in her head. -
My turn X3))
Waverly's throat was dry and scratchy, she didn't usually do this much, the day was hot and she was sweaty but she couldn't afford to take off her sweater now. She wasn't sure if these tourists were from the boonies or just really dumb but either way she'd gotten a lot off them in the last little bit. She noticed a brunette leaning off to the side and when she glanced over it wasn't her looks that caught her attention but the tattoo that covered her arms, "Okay folks! Last one!" Her voice was scratchy and her throat was screaming in pain as she spoke. She showed the three horribly domed cards revealing two aces of clubs and the queen of hearts, she flipped over the cards so they were domed off the flat surface she was using. These were phrases that she'd build up over a long time, she took a breath, "All right, follow the lady. All you gotta do is follow the lady. Follow fast, follow slow, I'm mixing fast but if your eyes are faster, you win. Simple as that." She slid the queen up into her sleeve as she dropped another card in its place, "You think you can follow them but i'm saying you can't. It's all a game of you versus me. All right, here we go. Here we go. Where is she? Where is she? She's a sneaky lady, but I think she likes you." She looked at the man who had put the money down with a wink. He pointed at one of the cards,
"That one." He said, when she flipped it over she revealed an ace.
"Oh sorry." She said stuffing the money and cards in her pocket, "And that's all folks!" Her voice cracked at the end but she walked away to join the brunette.
"It's been awhile since I've heard your voice." She said with a chuckle, to which Waverly rolled her eyes, "I want you to steal something, a jewel." Waverly rolled her eyes with a scoff and started to walk away. Her arm was grabbed and the girl whispered a number in her ear with a god forsaken amount of zeros. "Thats how much my client is willing to pay." She stated it wasn't often that people got requests on what to steal but it did happen but not usually with this much money involved. Waverly bit her lip and chewed on it for a moment.
"I'll see what I can do." She said although it didn't really sound like that, much at all.
"Good!" She said happily and handed Waverly a piece of paper with a phone number and the name of the jewel on it, "I'm sure there's a lot of others trying to get it so please be quick." And she walked away. That b---- Waverly thought to herself, Well as long as she doesn't try to shoot me again... This should be fine. -
Stephen paced the long hallway of his mansion, his mouth pulled together in a frown. His right hand man was sitting in a chair at the end of the hallway, discussing the results from this week's loot. Even though he knew it was important information, he just didn't care. It was a bunch of crap, nothing more. His boys always did fine. As for him, he didn't get to do anything. There was nothing big that needed a boss to handle. He needed something interesting. Something that could keep him busy.
As if someone had read his mind, one of the newer members of the gang burst into the hall, panting. In his left hand, he was clutching the daily newspaper. Stephen glanced at him, a finger pressed against his temple. The grunt seemed to be confused when he heard Keith listing things off to Stephen. Keith cut himself off, staring at the grunt.
"What is it?" Keith asked, rising from his chair and walking towards the boy. The boy inhaled deeply, as if trying to catch his breath. He immediately began to blurt out more words than Stephen could catch.
"So, me and a few others were readin' the paper. We don't usually read it, because I mean, who reads the paper anymore except for old men? So we were readin' the paper, and it was a bunch of boring s---. But then, right before Johnny tossed it away, we saw the biggest headline we've seen. The damn thing took up an entire page! They used a bunch of colors, ya see!? And right here, it says that it's a rare jewel. I mean, we've stolen a buncha jewels in our lifetime, but this.. This one is worth a lot. I can't even count the zeroes on it. I got to thinkin' if we can get it, we'd be set for life! Every one 'a us!"
Stephen's eyes widened at the sound of how good this was. He held out his hand, snapping, "Show me." The grunt held out the paper to him. Stephen and Keith read through the headline together. Keith whistled, looking up at his boss. "I'll be damned. The kid.. Really isn't bluffing, Everett."
Stephen's eyes shun with an excitement that he hadn't ever felt before. Snapping his fingers, he exclaimed, "We're going to get that jewel. If we can smuggle it overseas, we'll be rich! Every last one of us!" Grabbing both the boy and Keith by the arms, he dragged them to the planning room, beginning to talk about how they could possibly get their hands on the precious item. -
Haven sat on a bus, crowed and squeezed into a small seat between her mother and her father. The newspaper was still in her hand, but now it had been folded and crumpled so many times it looked ancient. She smiled as she read the head-line over and over again. It was hard to believe that a jewel this important was going to be held in the Smithsonian. Haven was giddy with excitement. She also had read that the jewel had found in an old Aztec pyramid in Brazil. It made her think about what her teacher had said about the Aztec gods, and how they would need blood sacrifices to appease them sometimes. Haven shook her head, trying to get that thought out of her mind. "Hey." she said, looking over at her mom. Her mom turned to look at her, her brown glasses looking like a golden bronze in the light of the bus. "I'm going to use the bathroom." she said, as her mother nodded. Haven stood up and walked toward the back, surpassing the bathroom.
She looked at the section of the bus she was in now, and smiled. She was with people who would understand her thirst for knowledge and her general desire to know things. She looked around and spotted a gruff looking man in a tan hat. He had a whip connected to his belt. For some reason, she though he looked like the person to talk to. She sat down the newspaper in front of the man, then took a seat across from him. "Could you tell me what you know about this jewel?" she asked, covering up the nervousness in her voice by trying to seem brave. The man looked up, quickly scanning the newspaper title and shook his head. "Kid..." he said, his tone gruff and battered. 'This is going to lead to nothin' but heartache in the end." His eyes seemed to gleam with excitement though, that much she could tell. "But, what do you know about the jewel?" Her voice sounded more desperate and in need than she intended, but she just had to know. The man sighed and placed his hands onto the table.
"Fine, but ya listen to me girlie, don't go a messin in things ya got no buisness in messin with." he said, his accent becoming harder to understand, but Haven nodded in agreement. "The stone was from the Ancient Aztec Period. Only very wealthy people could afford jewelry, and the very fortunate made it. This jewel happened to be carved out of the finest diamond, and infused with gold." he took a deep breath, pausing slightly. "The Aztec leader, Moctezuma owned this precious gem. Eventually, he was murdered for the very jewel that you see on that page. It is said, his wife who was the only one out of their family left alive after the murders, cursed the stone to wreck havoc on all who laid their hands upon it." the man said back in his chair and motioned Haven off. "Now go, you know the story."
Haven left the table letting the story replay in her mind over and over as she returned to her seat. She had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last time she heard from that man. -
This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy, said Abigail's mind. She kept running her hand over the newspaper, smoothing it down and crumbling it up. There was no way she could pull off her out of control scheme. But even as she had the thought, Abigail knew that wasn't true. She could do this. And that's what scared her.
Soon she was up and pacing the room, daring to plan, and almost abandoning her crazy idea on the spot.
The sudden sound of the front door opening and being slammed jolted her out of her thoughts. Her brother was home.
"Abigail, I'm home." He called weakly, stepping out of the shadows. She never did bother to turn on the lights properly.
"Josh, where have you been?" Abigail demanded, slightly angry at him. He looked terrible. His face was bruised up and he had a black eye to go with all the cuts on his face. But Abigail knew what had happened. Someone had beaten him up, probably after realizing he couldn't pay up to whatever debt he had gotten into. She was angry at the thought. And sad. And worried. And every other horrible emotion.
Josh simply turned around and left the room, leaving Abigail afraid and helpless. No, not helpless. She glanced back at the newspaper in her hand. Without knowing it, she had already formed a plan to steal that rare and valuable jewel. And she would be there when it was presented at the museum tomorrow. -
Waverly jogged over to the closest train stair set not wanting to miss it. Instead of waiting for other people she hopped on the railing and slid down and hopping off at the end she landed on one foot spinning in a circle she gave a mock salute to the man near the bottom who was looking at her in shock, she dropped her other foot and walked away. Once out of eyesight she walked up to a vending machine and pulled a wallet out of her pocket Waverly pulled out five bucks using two to but a Dr.Pepper and looked at the drivers license [i]Thanks for the pop, Kevin Goldner of... Jeffrey Lichtman... a lawyer?" She thought looking at his workers ID. She shrugged and grabbed her pop and dropped his wallet on the ground. She walked over to where the gate for her train was and tapped the back of her main phone against the pad for the presto and continued walking through the gate. She walked over to her train getting on with the crowd, she leaned against one of the poles and put her phone in her back pocket she pulled out one of her other phones and stuffed the larger bills in the back on the case and the smaller in the front of the flip part and pocketed it. She looked up meeting the eyes of a skeptical looking stranger she winked at her not really knowing what else to do. She opened her pop and pulled back out her main phone and started looking up the jewel.
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(This feels like a competition to see who can write the most... And I love it. x'D
Sorry for holding everyone up. I just woke up and now I have a computer so responses will be easier to come by.)
Stephen had the grunt who had found the paper go on the computer to start looking for more information about it; origins, what it was made out of, where it would sell the best. While he was doing that, the gang leader and Keith re-read the article and started to write down quick jots of information. The duo worked rather quickly to pull all of the information they could from the single advertisement. Once they had gathered all of that, Keith ripped everything off of their "hit list" pin board and began to pin the various sticky notes and papers on different parts of the board.
The grunt finished his work within an hour. As the information printed out, he pushed the chair away from the computer, looking at Stephen and Keith. The two were leaning against the table, staring at the information they alone had. He cleared his throat, trying to grab their attention. Keith looked over, even though Stephen was too caught up in his own little fantasy. "What?"
"I'm done," the grunt said. "It's some kinda Aztec jewel. There was tons 'a information on it, but I didn't read inta it. However, I did read what the thing is made from. Which explains the big dollar sign on it.." He snatched the dozen or so papers, walking over to his two leaders. Holding them out, he grabbed a toothpick from his jacket pocket, sticking it in his mouth and starting to chew on it. Stephen took the stack of papers, starting to look through them.
After reading through it, Stephen nodded, as if someone had asked a question. Looking up to the two of them, he said gleefully, "I'm going to come with the group on this mission. I want the entire group going. We are going to get this thing no matter what. You--" he pointed to the grunt, "--go get the others. We need to tell them the plan Keith and I came up with. We'll have to get this done perfectly before, but I believe in us!" The grunt scurried out of the room. -
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*is secretly trying to write the most*)
Haven sat down, looking at both her mother and father. They were to busy looking at their phone screens to notice her, but she didn't mind. She still had the story of the jewel playing in her mind. She wanted to store the information there so she didn't forget it. She looked at her father once more, trying to get his attention without physically poking him, or asking him, but he didn't notice her. "Dad?" she said, her voice quiet and timid. He turned to look at her with a grim frown. "What is it Haven?" Haven looked at her father. "Could I sit on the outside, so I can see the trees?" she said, looking at him with wide eyes. He just stood up and nodded as haven hopped in the seat beside the window. She watched as the trees flew past the window and smiled. She could feel her eyes closing, and before she knew it, she was in a world far away from here.
The Aztec Pyramid in front of her looked new, as if it had just been built. She turned around and noticed there was a woman behind her. The woman had a tattoo around her top of her arm and was seemingly serious. Haven shook her head and realized she couldn't speak, but she did see something that looked awfully familiar. The jewel was a top a scepter that was held by a muscular man. The man had black hair and had a loin cloth tied around his waist. This must've been the ancient Aztec leader Moctezuma. Haven felt giddy with excitement, then looked down at her own garb and shook slightly. She was wearing minimal clothing, and this made her feel uncomfortable, but she wanted to see what happened to the jewel. Haven rushed through the crowds, the people looking at her like she was crazy. Haven brushed off the stares and followed the man, but also realized she wasn't the only one following him. There was a group of men following him as well. Haven halted and shook her head. This must be the group of men that murdered him and his family. She moved to hide behind a nearby bush.
A couple of hours later the men came out, there bodies were covered in blood and the made Haven's stomach do somersaults. If she wanted to know more about the jewel, she was going to have to follow them. She shook her head, making her way behind them, making sure she wasn't going to get caught. Her heart raced in her chest, as she realized this was only a dream, but it felt so real. She watched at the men ran in front of her and started to dig in the dirt. They were hiding the jewel...but from whom? -
(Ahhh no I don't think I'll win the competition lol)
Abigail couldn't sleep that night. But then again, she really didn't sleep that well anyway. Yes, she was afraid, but she was also determined to keep her family together. Her thoughts swirled around in her head until, finally, morning came. Today was the day the jewel would be presented at the Smithsonian. At noon, to be precise. Abigail had studied up the night before on where this jewel would be, what exactly it was worth. Some of what she read had concerned her a little, but she mostly skipped over that. She didn't care where it came from, what it could do. And she didn't care about the stories and the myths associated with this jewel.
Abigail slowly got ready and packed some things before heading out the door. The museum wasn't that far of a walk--she would easily get there before noon. Plenty of time to learn the layout of the building, where it would be presented, how many people would be watching. Plenty of time to set up. As she walked down the street, people around her talked excitedly about the jewel, unaware that soon it would become missing again. -
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