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Post by Cupid on Nov 20, 2006 23:53:51 GMT -5
-nodnod- Yea, I wanna do a role play of this ^^ -shrugs- Normal rules, Literates, Only one person per sin, Pets allowed..My character being one of them ^^;
Wrath would be loved, for Shri needs her lover, Kay? ^_^ Oh! and tell me if you want to be a sin or Pet ^^, female and males please be even with the ratio. -hugs-
Bic;;;
During the small journey into the small alleyway, she had stayed silent, near the crate where her Owner stood upon, listening to her own music form her own tiny ear phone, placed in one of her ears, pierced many times along the sides in small black and red studs. Pale skin slightly touched with a burse on her neck, or from the skin that you saw from the Jacket placed around the female’s torso.
Tight fitting black jacket with silver zippers, the front opened to revile the fitted red shirt, and labeled with ‘The Seven Deadly Sins’ on the front in black. Quite ironic that she indeed was standing next to one, and knew it quite well, for you see, she would know who her owner was. The young female, locks of blonde, brown and black falling slightly around her shoulders, placed behind her ears, and a bit pulled up, bangs sweeping over her dark brown eyes, only slightly outlined with black, lips, which held only a single lip ring on the corner of her right side of her bottom lip, where cherry colored, and kept together at the moment. Back to her wardrobe now, thank you.
Her lower half was covered by a skirt, ruffled and ripped in places, and falling just a little above her knee, fishnets covering her legs from what was seen, and then boots came to her calf’s, and continued down from there, a silver color with black buckles along the front and sides. Let’s not forget the accessories now.
Placed on her hands, where fingerless lacy gloves, black in color, showing off the purple and black nails on her fingers, Her arms had on a simple red bracelet, and her neck? A black collar, which was hooked to a chain, which she held at the moment, indeed, she might have been on the side walk, but no…
Wrath had found her underground. Fighting, a crazy, wrathful child who was killing people left and right, a steel bar placed in her hand and a look that might bring utter horror into the wrong eyes. He had talked with her, only a moment and ‘poof’ she never left his side. The moment she found who he was, she seemed to never, or could never, leave. She was his pet now...a fighting little thing that scared people, or was just a good amusement to poke around with. Her eyes were down caste as she waited for when Wrath would move, so she would fallow, for the burse on her neck wasn’t from her own fight, but him taking the wrath he was known for out on her. Something she didn’t wish to repeat again. Though Shri didn’t mind it… She found it rather exciting, to feel the sin attack her, bloody and bursed after words. The thrill of healing, and being a ‘pet’ to the mighty sin of anger and punishment, excited her…
Strange child, Shri is...
Though not much a child, as more of an 18 year old without a place to go, and would rather stay with the sin next to her.
As ‘…And we all have our hell’ came into her ears, she paused, before looking down again at the ground, away from Wrath, as she continued to listen to the music with the most loving ears for the rock, the other ear open to listen for the movements of the Sin.
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Post by Black Cat on Nov 21, 2006 16:02:53 GMT -5
((Hey, I'll join as Wrath if you don't mind.))
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Post by Bianca on Nov 21, 2006 18:12:53 GMT -5
(Because I'm a horrid multi-tasker...which isn't a real excuse.. I'm considering joining. If you'll have me, that is. )
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Post by Cupid on Nov 21, 2006 20:13:53 GMT -5
Of course ^^ Both of you may join! -hugs- Thank you for joining as wrath!
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Post by Bianca on Nov 21, 2006 21:25:43 GMT -5
Please pardon the whole rawness of this thing. I'll edit it on my return. I say Lust. What do you think? What reaction is shoved forth from the twisted shadows and barred cage of your mind? Lust. Some picture innocence. Don’t some picture an innocent and feel the hot twist of want, of need curling deep in their abdomen. Some picture experience, someone who knew what went where and why, and was willing to crawl between the sheets for a quick touch and feel then a fuck, then run off in the midst of the morning with an awkward goodbye. There was a reason that Lust was classified as one of the infamous Seven Deadly Sins.
Each to their own. Picture what you want when the word is brought up, slurred and laughed at when at a party, but there was a lust. Indeed, there was. Let us call him.. Piper. Piper Montgomery.
Piper Montgomery. How do I even begin to explain him?
Let’s start with the physique, that wonderful physique that added to his charm. He stood six-four easily, thin and lean, yet without the awkward gawkiness that some guys got. No, he was far from awkward. They every-situation type, with a comment and remark on everything and anything. Smart, you know. He was handsome as -how ironic- sin itself, with an angelic face blessed with high cheekbones, bow-shaped lips, and all the goodies that tempted any hormone-run female with eyes in her head. His eyes were an ever-changing mix of green and blue, all depending on his mood. In neon lighting (where he was mostly seen, as he kept to vampire hours) they stood at a solid silver, filled with hints and invitations.
His charm? Don’t even get me started. He dressed in a punk/poet/suave mix, looking expensive and rough at the same time. Like some stupid thug wearing expensive cologne his wife got him for Christmas, except Piper...well, the kid could pull it off. He was also rather obvious, too, which…well, it sort of added. When he looked at someone, they could tell what he was thinking: What did this girl look like with her clothes off? Her hair down? And…well, he knew what they were thinking. They were considering, wondering.. ‘Should I?’ And, usually, it took a drink and a long conversation to get them into his apartment and their clothes off. People were attracted to him, and not just the ladies. Guys came up to him, too…and, well, given Piper’s nature (fuck it: He just wanted to shag something) he didn’t turn them down. The pretty boy was either that androgynous that he got confused, or he was blatantly bisexual
Now, why were people attracted to him? Animal magnetism and all, but seriously. He was like a touch of everything. His hair was black and curly, hanging around his face like a sort of fallen-angel type halo. His clothes were usually black, too, though he dressed…well, beautifully. Every outfit was a literal work of art, though he tended to favor: Leather pants (the to-die-for tight kind, that looked so painfully small in some places to make some things look obviously big that it HAD to hurt to move around), black silk shirt, or white cotton ones, both long sleeved. He also wore jewelry (hell, he was comfortable enough with his sexuality), usual the same cross that dangled almost to his waist (though he was far from religious), a bangle or two on a wrist, and a series of silver hoops on one ear. He had quite a few piercings, a set of snakebite studs and a barbell through his navel.
Why all the trouble? Because Piper was lust. Pure, sinful lust. He wanted, he was wanted. Want, need, all that jazz.
And so, as he was walking, enjoying the glances he got from both sexes and the coming darkness of the night, hand shoved into his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips, he was deciding this: Life was good.
Well, if you got fucked at least twice a week, life would be good for you, too. And next time you think Lust, think Piper. And when you do see Piper, just give in: You know you want him.
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Post by Black Cat on Nov 21, 2006 22:05:50 GMT -5
The icy blue eyes glance back and forth as the young man crouched low on his perch in the alley, looking for any sign of anything that would anger him, which wouldn't have been a very good idea. He was wearing a pretty expensive white and red leather, sports jacket, with the buckle collar hanging loose at his neck, the silver buckles hanging loose down the front, clanking together softly whenever he moved his shoulders. A black skin-tight shirt covered his torso beneath his jacket, and on his legs he wore black jeans, the black fading into a grey on the fronts, and they hung loosely around his waist, the black studded belt around his waist doing nothing to help keep them up, but there more for decoration. His feet were covered by dark brown combat boots, the black jeans dangling around them. His handsome face was clean shaven, though he had side burns coming to his earlobes, which led up to his dirty blonde hair that was currently gelled up in a faux-hawk manner. There were two black stub earrings, one within each earlobe of his, and lastly of all, were the expensive looking, orange tinted, sunglasses that sat perched upon his nose, hiding half of his hatred glare to every passerby, which made them look around uneasily, and made him smirk. He could almost creep into your mind, telling you how stupid, how pointless, how pathetic your life was, how you should just go jump of a cliff, how, if you didn't, your ex-boyfriend or girlfriend would come hunting you down on pure wrath for you leaving them to rot on the streets, how it was your fault so many people died everyday. He loved the fear he could inflict on these people, and they wouldn't even know what happened. His stare was almost like a death-sentence waiting to happen, making you think that you should just end your life right then and their, and if you refused, that would turn his anger on like oil on an open flame. He liked getting his way, and if you refused, well, lets just say you'd wish you hadn't.
As for his clothes, how he had could afford such expensive attire? Simple. He stole it. He would steal anything he wished, well, anything from the people he hated, anything from anyone that deserved his wrath, and a lot of people, he had decided, did.
He turned to the girl next to him. He looked at the headphones and smiled at her, a ghost of smile, that was instantly gone. He jumped down from his perch and stuffed his hands into his jean pockets, keeping one hand out to push his glasses up his nose so they covered his blue eyes fully, before stuffing that hand into his pocket also. Last of all of his appearance, was a silver chained dog tag, it held a code number, a date of birth, another date, and his name, just one name, no last name, no middle name, just one word, Blaze. On the other side was a symbol that no one besides him knew the meaning of, a heart in the midst of flames, behind the heart, a cross.
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Post by Ryan on Nov 21, 2006 23:03:36 GMT -5
OoC; Alright, because I adore Bumbly Bee I am joining this roleplay as Pride. Hope you don't mind Cupid. Now, I've never done one of these before so I ask for you all to cut me some slack. kthnx.... ------- "Hand me that cig' pack." A young woman's voice seemed persistent and demanding as she commanded what seemed as nobody to hand her a pack of cigarettes. Of course, it wasn't nobody, it was her.......partner-in-crime. A large golden retiriever that stayed at her side unless commanded to do otherwise. The large dog did as he was told and from the ground retrieved a unopened cigarettes. "Somebody must have dropped these. What idiots!" She quickly unraveled the cover sheeting from it's place atop of the pack and opened it up. The scent of a fresh pack of cig's filled her nostrils and she breathed in deeply. Slidding one from it's place she stuck it into the corner of her mouth and pulled out a lighter. Once, twice, third times a charm. A flicker of yellow flame was held to the cigarette until the end shriveled. She smiled and took a deep inhale of this precious item, stuffing the rest in her pocket. The dog barked lightly as they walked into an alley, she only looked down, smiled and puffed out a breath of smoke. The dog ignored her and looked ahead. Her high-heels smacked the ground as her dark blue jeans swished against each other. She held her head high and walk over to a wall, leaning against it and inhaling the smoke, every breath was precious to her. Yes, this teen, looked like any normal person, but if you looked close enough, you saw she was one of "The Seven Deadly Sins". Pride, to be exact. Pride was shown through emotion, her tattoo (of a lion on her right shoulder) and her actions. She was pride. Something no normal person could believe. Anyway, to finish what I said. She looked normal. Highheels hid themselves beneath her dark blue jeans and black shirt gripped unto her nicely formed body. Brunette hair fell onto her shoulders, very natural looking. Blue eyes wore dark, long lashes adorned in heavy black mascara and expresso eyeliner. Rosy pink cheeks showed her slightly cold feeling. She even had her ears pierced, along with her belly button and her cartlage. She leaned against the wall, looking at the other people there. She said nothing but stood up straight. She looked a bit odd and weird doing that, but being pride meant holding your head high. She looked at her dog, the big fluffy retriever. She stroked his head once and pulled her head away. The dog looked up, holding his own head and tail high. She smiled and took in another intake of smoke. "Mmmmm..." The girl looked once more at her golden retriever, Leo. She smiled and made a small unnoticed hand motion to him and the dog seemed to wander off. Not for long though, just long enough to bring a small backpack back. She took it from him and slung it over her shoulder, like she had done all throughout her life. This backpack was her life. Believe it. Leo made his way over to his owner, reatreating at her side like always.
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Post by Cupid on Nov 22, 2006 0:38:07 GMT -5
Shri's eyes looked over at her master for a m oment, his ghost of a smile made her give a tiny one before it was gone as well, her head lightly bowed as she took out her music, and placed it next to her, standing up lightly and looking at Wrath.
She never called him anything else, only Wrath, she knewed him best that way, everything else was tooinformal... Execpt in bed. Shri never minded moaning out his name then. the small bruses from his hands on her skin where apparnet around her arms and thighs, but she covered them well enough, that it didn't matter, her eyes looking back over at him. "What will we do tonight?" she asked him, leaning against the wall oppisite him now, to look at him a bit better now.
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Post by Black Cat on Nov 22, 2006 17:17:24 GMT -5
He glanced at her before his gaze shifted out of the alley, and he turned to lean against the wall, still watching the main road outside of the alley, before side-glancing at her, giving a wry smile. "Why don't I let you choose tonight?" He asked. His voice was deep, dark, and emotional, giving any statement a tone that says, "I don't really care". Almost a monotone, but not quite. He folded his hands behind his back, leaning against them as he leaned against the wall. His attention was currently draw elsewhere, that much was more then obvious.
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Post by Cupid on Nov 22, 2006 18:29:39 GMT -5
She thought for a moment before shaking her head, she didn't have any idea, she would have rather just gone home and had time with him.. But that wasn't an option. She thought for a moment before asking "A club?" she looked over at him, her arms placed in her coat as she bit her lip, waiting a responce.
"We could always head home" she also sugessted a small smile on her lips as she ran a hand through her hair. It wouldn't have been the first time they went out and came back, normally though, the spent the time in bed, not that she minded...She enjoyed screaming out Wrath's name in the heat of it all.. But she didn't want him to feel she was eager... because she didn't care... Well, not really.
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Post by Black Cat on Nov 23, 2006 15:39:33 GMT -5
He thought for a second, then gave another smile and said, "How about we go to the club, then go home." He said, "Could always use a few drinks now and again." He said with a shrug. He was, obviously, in a better mood then usual, but, he really didn't have anything to be angry about really. "And besides," He added, smiling again, "You know I always want a chance to drive my car for a while, making all those other guys jealous with you in there with me." He finished, walking over to her and putting his arm around her.
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Post by Cupid on Nov 23, 2006 19:18:17 GMT -5
Shri blushed lightly, smiling as he spoke to her and came over, wrapping his arm around her and she moved, her arms moving around his neck with a small smile in return. "Alright" she murmured, her head tilted to the side and she nodded "I like that idea..." She blushed again, about having men jealous with her in the car with him. "You make me blush...i am not pretty" she murmured, looking down at his chest lightly. "They would have nothing to be jealous of execpt your car" she nuzzled his neck, looking up at him and smiling slightly. She was very modest. She never thought she was pretty or good looking, even though it was painfully obvious that she was. Beautiful figure, face to die for. She was a little angel in her sin's arms.
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Post by Black Cat on Nov 26, 2006 13:13:13 GMT -5
"You are as beautiful as any." Blaze told her, "And it makes me happy enough to call you mine." He finished before kissing her lightly. "And besides," He continued pulling his head back, "You don't see the looks that come your way when we're out in the open," He smiled at her again, "And that just makes me all the more happy to know that you're with me and not with them."
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Post by Cupid on Nov 26, 2006 14:59:22 GMT -5
She blushed lightly and she had her arms around his waist as she looked up at him and she grinned. She kissed him back, her arms still around his waist and she raised an eyebrow as he stated he was happy she was his. "You could have anyone." she said softly and snuggled into him from the side. "But I am glad you chose me" she said softly, looking up at him and her head on his shoulder.
"Hmmm, lets go to that club" she winked "Sooner I get you home the better" she chuckled, stroking his neck lightly and nuzzled it lightly.
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Post by Black Cat on Nov 26, 2006 16:06:29 GMT -5
He smiled again, "Alright, then we'll be on our way." He told her, putting his arm around her again and leading the way to his car, taking his keys out and spinning them on his finger so they jangled together in a soft rhythmic way. His car was parked about a block away, and he was beginning to wonder how they'd end up so far from it, but, that didn't matter, as long as it hadn't been stolen, he was fine with wherever they went, and however far away they were from it.
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