The_high_king
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ooc: Where for art thou Jocelyn?
JOCELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYN!!!!!
ooc: Where for art thou Jocelyn?
JOCELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYN!!!!!
M.T.F: Team Bluestrike
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OOC: Hey, patience is a virtue. Do you see me complaining every time I'm left alone for twelve hours? Get over it.
Roland Gilliad
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*His soft eyes glowed in the dim light..His smile was brightened with every light of the pleasure he could bestow..his soft hands gently touching in all of the ways he somehow knew how....the soft tapping and tickling of his hands, the quiet, deft touches gained from years of handiwork, his soft loving caresses all at once elevated her to the new levels...this young Genius knew more than one trick...his quiet hands massaged all of the tensions from her shoulders and chest...working every knot of tension he felt into nothingness...he heard her soft, contented sigh, as she relaxed against his form, his hands playing her like a fine Grand Piano...he was enjoying every moment of this....His soft eyes fluttered as she caught his gaze...pleading...wanting...desiring....well, He was never a man to dissapoint...he winked at her*
What's..Your pleasure sweet thing??
*his voice was lusty and low, he was loving the slight, tender ministrations she had perpetrated on him....this was getting very very intresting..*
What's..Your pleasure sweet thing??
*his voice was lusty and low, he was loving the slight, tender ministrations she had perpetrated on him....this was getting very very intresting..*
Mistress Jorja
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Queen of Hearts
Melting into his arms, his voice low and husky with desire filtered through her cloudy thoughts. He said something in a questioning tone and she answered promptly with a rough kiss and a noncommittal moan. Draping her arms around his neck, he shifted his weight to set her gentle on the edge of the steaming bath. Feeling the ripple of muscles just beneath where her fingers pressed gently on his skin sent a shiver through her own body.
The skin of her back grated roughly against the cement, as she lay there the very bottoms of her feet dangling in the water. Lying fully exposed to his wandering eyes which she could sense play over her body, she wondered...not for the first time that night...what the hell had been in that wine.
He stood back, letting her tremble and shiver in the relatively cool air and the heat of her own pent up sexual fervor. Calm before the storm, she thought idly, trying to make sense out of the blurred clould-like splashes of color on the ceiling. As soon as she could start to make out a figure it would fade away into a meaningless shimmer.
She didn't know how much time had passed with him standing there still as a stone gargoyle, nor if she was truly drugged with some cyber-sedative or if it was just her mind's own fevered way with dealing with the passionate sensory overload.
Melting into his arms, his voice low and husky with desire filtered through her cloudy thoughts. He said something in a questioning tone and she answered promptly with a rough kiss and a noncommittal moan. Draping her arms around his neck, he shifted his weight to set her gentle on the edge of the steaming bath. Feeling the ripple of muscles just beneath where her fingers pressed gently on his skin sent a shiver through her own body.
The skin of her back grated roughly against the cement, as she lay there the very bottoms of her feet dangling in the water. Lying fully exposed to his wandering eyes which she could sense play over her body, she wondered...not for the first time that night...what the hell had been in that wine.
He stood back, letting her tremble and shiver in the relatively cool air and the heat of her own pent up sexual fervor. Calm before the storm, she thought idly, trying to make sense out of the blurred clould-like splashes of color on the ceiling. As soon as she could start to make out a figure it would fade away into a meaningless shimmer.
She didn't know how much time had passed with him standing there still as a stone gargoyle, nor if she was truly drugged with some cyber-sedative or if it was just her mind's own fevered way with dealing with the passionate sensory overload.
Roland Gilliad
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*It had in fact, only been a few seconds..and it had, in all truth, just been very very good wine...In reality, it was the herbs he used...true to Roman culture, he had laced a special drug like quality within them...a feat of programming to be sure, But still doable. Real drugs, though a hint stronger, werent any good. Unless dutifully reprogrammed. He was working on Ecstacy right now in fact...in any case...he came to one knee, his eyes glowing beneath her waist, as he trailed soft, delacate kisses down her belly...down her silky soft inner thighs....with two fingers, he softly party her silken folds and delved into the world beneath, his eyes closing at the soft musky scent and smell....overwhelming him and elevating him to a new level of desire...*
Mistress Jorja
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Queen of Hearts
She raised her head as much as she could, lifting his face from the sensitive inside of her thighs, by placing a recently pedicured foot beneath his chin. Meeting his gaze -- her eyes a darker shade of gray, still cold & somewhat inhuman...yes, but with a bit of something...a spark of lust, perhaps -- his dancing & mischievous, still with strong undertones of intelligence. Parting her lips as if she was going to say something, momentarily forgotten, her mind drifted to other thoughts at his playful expression.
Breaking the heavy silence that had fallen between them, she let out a girlish giggle as he ran his tongue over the arch of her foot. Her normally cultivated voice had an edge to it that could only be attributed to her recent...overindulgement. She smiled faintly, dismissing the most likely unimportant thoughts.
"Proceed, Mr. Hacker, please...proceed..."
She raised her head as much as she could, lifting his face from the sensitive inside of her thighs, by placing a recently pedicured foot beneath his chin. Meeting his gaze -- her eyes a darker shade of gray, still cold & somewhat inhuman...yes, but with a bit of something...a spark of lust, perhaps -- his dancing & mischievous, still with strong undertones of intelligence. Parting her lips as if she was going to say something, momentarily forgotten, her mind drifted to other thoughts at his playful expression.
Breaking the heavy silence that had fallen between them, she let out a girlish giggle as he ran his tongue over the arch of her foot. Her normally cultivated voice had an edge to it that could only be attributed to her recent...overindulgement. She smiled faintly, dismissing the most likely unimportant thoughts.
"Proceed, Mr. Hacker, please...proceed..."
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ooc: hi, if any of you have a funny joke, then please, by all means, post it in the general board section. The thread your looking for is simply called, 'Jokes'.
ooc: hi, if any of you have a funny joke, then please, by all means, post it in the general board section. The thread your looking for is simply called, 'Jokes'.
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*Her giggle caused him to grin ferally up at her...his eyes glowing subtly in the haze...He winked suggestively at her..and with a small nudge of his head, pushed her interfearing foot out of his way, licking his lips softly, he again dived deep into her velvatine folds...his experianced tounge...normally used for fine wines, Champaigns, and dishes, served him well here, darting here and there all over her nether reigons...his eyes closed softly...The exquisite smell..feel....taste even...It drove him damn near -mad-...But he enjoyed every moment of it...he licked his lips enviously....what he had been missing out on!!! He saw her eyes twinkle in the haze, as he continued his ministrations of her....nipping and lapping softly at the hardening clit that had begun to pop out of its little hood..*
Mistress Jorja
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He sipped her as if she were a fine champaign, other times savoring her velvet like lips with the lavish delight one might bestow upon chocolate mousse, and treating her clit as a rich dessert liquor which must be savored and quaffed with patience. She thoroughly enjoyed his slow, measured pace...it was refreshing from the many men who precariously offset the necessary experience of artful foreplay...but sometimes a woman had to take things into her own hands. Literally.
Growling deep and low, lips stretched taught baring her teeth, she worked one hand through his hair, the other on the back of his neck still massaging his tensed muscles, keeping rhythm with his own tempo. Pulling him closer, without qualms, draping one silky, waxed leg over his broad shoulder, she forced his eager lips into deeper and more intimate realms.
He traced intricate patterns on her lower stomach, his fingers leaving droplets of cool water on her fevered skin, slowly evaporating with the friction of his repetitive motions. She neared what she had been craving all night...a release of pent up frustration from their constant suggestive notions. He pulled back the folds of her skin, nibbling them, his sharp teeth tender against her sensitive flesh. Sensing the new tenseness of her poise, he moved his torrid lips, concentrating on her swollen clit. Pulling at his face more roughly this time, she bucked her hips, indulging in his pleasurable attentions.
The heat was unbearable, and she raised her head with an arch of her back, her hair falling in a torrent of gold, uttering a trembling scream, a soliloquy of passionate release. As her wavering shudders of a purely divine climax subsided, she relaxed the death grip upon him. His tongue went back to work, catching the dew like droplets of her juices that clung to flushed skin, the tingling sensations and shivers of her body sending faint ripples across the placid surface of the bath.
He sipped her as if she were a fine champaign, other times savoring her velvet like lips with the lavish delight one might bestow upon chocolate mousse, and treating her clit as a rich dessert liquor which must be savored and quaffed with patience. She thoroughly enjoyed his slow, measured pace...it was refreshing from the many men who precariously offset the necessary experience of artful foreplay...but sometimes a woman had to take things into her own hands. Literally.
Growling deep and low, lips stretched taught baring her teeth, she worked one hand through his hair, the other on the back of his neck still massaging his tensed muscles, keeping rhythm with his own tempo. Pulling him closer, without qualms, draping one silky, waxed leg over his broad shoulder, she forced his eager lips into deeper and more intimate realms.
He traced intricate patterns on her lower stomach, his fingers leaving droplets of cool water on her fevered skin, slowly evaporating with the friction of his repetitive motions. She neared what she had been craving all night...a release of pent up frustration from their constant suggestive notions. He pulled back the folds of her skin, nibbling them, his sharp teeth tender against her sensitive flesh. Sensing the new tenseness of her poise, he moved his torrid lips, concentrating on her swollen clit. Pulling at his face more roughly this time, she bucked her hips, indulging in his pleasurable attentions.
The heat was unbearable, and she raised her head with an arch of her back, her hair falling in a torrent of gold, uttering a trembling scream, a soliloquy of passionate release. As her wavering shudders of a purely divine climax subsided, she relaxed the death grip upon him. His tongue went back to work, catching the dew like droplets of her juices that clung to flushed skin, the tingling sensations and shivers of her body sending faint ripples across the placid surface of the bath.
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*It was perfect...lapping up the soft juices of her fabulous orgasm...he slithered up the coldish stone and wrapped his arms about her holding her form close to his and looking deeply into her eyes, his soft amber orbs glowed with delight...it had been just as lovely for him....what a new experiance...He smiled kindly at her, as she seemed to snuggle close to him.....not wanting to let him go....He smiled...letting the soft warmth flow over them...His arms drawn around her, touching and feeling all over her soft tender skin..nipping softly at her earlobe and tracing whisper soft kisses up and down the nape of her neck, hearing the tinyest of moans escape her lips..he smiles over at her, his eyes glinting quietly*
Did I do that right?
*Sort of sheepishly*
Did I do that right?
*Sort of sheepishly*
Mistress Jorja
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She inhaled deeply, the steam-filled, aroma-laden air making it hard to catch her breath. When she composed herself enough, she hoarsely whispered back.
"Your too talented for you own good, love."
The shattering orgasm and pain of biting her own lips brought the world again into sharp focus, everything with a crisp edge of surreality to it's form. The smell of his sweet skin nuzzling against her neck and the delicious sensation of him lightly tracing the path between her breasts made her job even harder that she could have imagined. Sliding her hand down the side of his thigh, she gripped his cock running her feathery touch over each vein and ridge.
It took all the willpower she had...all the years of meticulous training...and the sweet taste of revenge to pull herself away from his attentive hands. She had learned to welcome & caress pain rather than shun it...it was her own way of dealing with the numerous 'rock and a hard place' situations she had been forced into. Emotional or physical, it didn't make a difference. The look of hurt tinged with pain on his face when she disentangled herself from his warm limbs and haunting gaze, she kept clear in her memory. She let the bliss of pure, claimed dominance overwhelm her, but despite the strength of these emotions it was not quite enough to cover her guilt.
Getting to her feet, she let her fingers trail lovingly over his face.
"You should be careful, darlin', with hands like that and women like they are these days. Once you give them what they want once, they'll walk all over you..."
She had opened a door for him...let him catch a glimpse of a world of passionate, carnal pleasures...a peek at the form of communication transcending the subconscious through the keyhole...and had abruptly slammed it shut in his face. Stepping daintily between his legs, she grabbed a fluffy towel wrapping it around her body. Pulling something out of her piles of clothes she pressed it to her lips leaving a perfect imprint in 'frosted indigo', she dropped it near his feet, letting it float down onto the dry, tiled surrounding ledge.
"Consolation prize,"
she said with a grin just on this side of evil.
It was a folded piece of black parchment, with a simple 'Mr. Hacker' embossed in silver letters on the outside. When he opened it, the inside was calligraphied in white ink.
The Villa.
8:00 pm ... Sharp.
Lateness is Strongly Frowned Upon.
Picking up another towel, she started to dry her hair as she walked away from him, turning and calling over her shoulder, winking as she said it.
"For your eyes only..."
With that she moved out of his sight, removing the silver stud of her earring. Pressing the back of it, she spoke in a clear voice. 'End Program. Voice Authorization. Chardonnay. ab absurdo, ab aeterno, ab intra.' {from the absurd, from eternity, from within}
Tensing, her breath caught in her throat for a split second as nothing happened...afraid he may have already disabled the disconnecting sub-rountines. But her vision clouded over, and when she blinked she was sitting in her usual lotus position, legs tucked under each other, on the cold hardwood floor. Her well-known hardwood floor...in a mansion...in a remote, unrevealed location...just outside of Las Vegas...
She inhaled deeply, the steam-filled, aroma-laden air making it hard to catch her breath. When she composed herself enough, she hoarsely whispered back.
"Your too talented for you own good, love."
The shattering orgasm and pain of biting her own lips brought the world again into sharp focus, everything with a crisp edge of surreality to it's form. The smell of his sweet skin nuzzling against her neck and the delicious sensation of him lightly tracing the path between her breasts made her job even harder that she could have imagined. Sliding her hand down the side of his thigh, she gripped his cock running her feathery touch over each vein and ridge.
It took all the willpower she had...all the years of meticulous training...and the sweet taste of revenge to pull herself away from his attentive hands. She had learned to welcome & caress pain rather than shun it...it was her own way of dealing with the numerous 'rock and a hard place' situations she had been forced into. Emotional or physical, it didn't make a difference. The look of hurt tinged with pain on his face when she disentangled herself from his warm limbs and haunting gaze, she kept clear in her memory. She let the bliss of pure, claimed dominance overwhelm her, but despite the strength of these emotions it was not quite enough to cover her guilt.
Getting to her feet, she let her fingers trail lovingly over his face.
"You should be careful, darlin', with hands like that and women like they are these days. Once you give them what they want once, they'll walk all over you..."
She had opened a door for him...let him catch a glimpse of a world of passionate, carnal pleasures...a peek at the form of communication transcending the subconscious through the keyhole...and had abruptly slammed it shut in his face. Stepping daintily between his legs, she grabbed a fluffy towel wrapping it around her body. Pulling something out of her piles of clothes she pressed it to her lips leaving a perfect imprint in 'frosted indigo', she dropped it near his feet, letting it float down onto the dry, tiled surrounding ledge.
"Consolation prize,"
she said with a grin just on this side of evil.
It was a folded piece of black parchment, with a simple 'Mr. Hacker' embossed in silver letters on the outside. When he opened it, the inside was calligraphied in white ink.
The Villa.
8:00 pm ... Sharp.
Lateness is Strongly Frowned Upon.
Picking up another towel, she started to dry her hair as she walked away from him, turning and calling over her shoulder, winking as she said it.
"For your eyes only..."
With that she moved out of his sight, removing the silver stud of her earring. Pressing the back of it, she spoke in a clear voice. 'End Program. Voice Authorization. Chardonnay. ab absurdo, ab aeterno, ab intra.' {from the absurd, from eternity, from within}
Tensing, her breath caught in her throat for a split second as nothing happened...afraid he may have already disabled the disconnecting sub-rountines. But her vision clouded over, and when she blinked she was sitting in her usual lotus position, legs tucked under each other, on the cold hardwood floor. Her well-known hardwood floor...in a mansion...in a remote, unrevealed location...just outside of Las Vegas...
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ooc: woah! One down, two to go, (by this I meant, Jocelyn, me, Grandmage, and Najia are left).
ooc: woah! One down, two to go, (by this I meant, Jocelyn, me, Grandmage, and Najia are left).
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*He was not in the least bit affronted..*
Kings bishop to queen's Knight.....check.
*he chuckled softly to himself, tucking the note in a pocket of a robe he walked down the illustrious hallways...and into his office....Picking up the communicator phone there..he spoke quietly into the reciever*
We Shall ride again.
*He smirked at the huge cheer of elation on the other end as he laid down the phone...The ball was again in his court, he moved the hand carved ivory white chess piece accordingly and smiles*
C'est perfecto..
*he pours himself a bourbon...leaning back in the plush leather chair he sipped the fine concoction..the note lying on the Table..he had barely touched it at all..*
Computer run D.N.A, Fingerprint, and Handwriting scan..
"Accessing"
*the paper was put through the wringer....but the time had been imprinted firmly in his mind....It was time to pay the woman in person a little visit...and to make his final moves. The horseman of Death -would- ride again...The great Death would not be without steed for long...nothing. Ah she indeed was good. But she wasnt good enough....It had been lovely. But he missed his freedom. and to some people, freedom ment more than anything else....and to Shawn, his freedom to hack as he saw fit was worth all the gold in the world....He fingered a solid gold fountain pen..or at least it was solid gold here..and sighed..wishing all of this was truely real..and, putting down the pen, he knacked a few keys*
Computer. were you able to trace the Location of the cellphone??
(Forgot about that dincha?)
"Yes Shawn. Shall I transfer the Data to Headquarters?"
No Computer. Place it in file zero zero seven, I have an intresting feeling that will come in good handy later...
*he smiled quietly*
Deactivate program, Callsign
eath Hacker, Password 'Bestiae Simus, ut nun Bestiae simus' (beasts we are ,lest beasts we become) Activate all security measures and go to partial power.
*abruptly he was back in real life, he picked up the phone*
This is hacker. Im taking my week off. I wont tell you where Im going. I know what you have on me so dont try threatening me. I'll be back in a weeks time..
*To laugh in your faces he didnt say..*
*hanging up the phone, he began to pack...He knew the team leader wouldnt like it.....but he really didnt mind. He could run watever mission they needed from the Villa..*
Kings bishop to queen's Knight.....check.
*he chuckled softly to himself, tucking the note in a pocket of a robe he walked down the illustrious hallways...and into his office....Picking up the communicator phone there..he spoke quietly into the reciever*
We Shall ride again.
*He smirked at the huge cheer of elation on the other end as he laid down the phone...The ball was again in his court, he moved the hand carved ivory white chess piece accordingly and smiles*
C'est perfecto..
*he pours himself a bourbon...leaning back in the plush leather chair he sipped the fine concoction..the note lying on the Table..he had barely touched it at all..*
Computer run D.N.A, Fingerprint, and Handwriting scan..
"Accessing"
*the paper was put through the wringer....but the time had been imprinted firmly in his mind....It was time to pay the woman in person a little visit...and to make his final moves. The horseman of Death -would- ride again...The great Death would not be without steed for long...nothing. Ah she indeed was good. But she wasnt good enough....It had been lovely. But he missed his freedom. and to some people, freedom ment more than anything else....and to Shawn, his freedom to hack as he saw fit was worth all the gold in the world....He fingered a solid gold fountain pen..or at least it was solid gold here..and sighed..wishing all of this was truely real..and, putting down the pen, he knacked a few keys*
Computer. were you able to trace the Location of the cellphone??
(Forgot about that dincha?)
"Yes Shawn. Shall I transfer the Data to Headquarters?"
No Computer. Place it in file zero zero seven, I have an intresting feeling that will come in good handy later...
*he smiled quietly*
Deactivate program, Callsign
eath Hacker, Password 'Bestiae Simus, ut nun Bestiae simus' (beasts we are ,lest beasts we become) Activate all security measures and go to partial power.*abruptly he was back in real life, he picked up the phone*
This is hacker. Im taking my week off. I wont tell you where Im going. I know what you have on me so dont try threatening me. I'll be back in a weeks time..
*To laugh in your faces he didnt say..*
*hanging up the phone, he began to pack...He knew the team leader wouldnt like it.....but he really didnt mind. He could run watever mission they needed from the Villa..*
Mistress Jorja
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Queen of Hearts
She stood, stretching her sore muscles, walking over to her laptop, instinctively reaching for the pistol next to it. Tapping a few keys, she scanned over the information collected while they had been connected simultaneously to A.R. The IP address confirmed what she suspected, that he was at the MTF's headquarters...wherever that might be.
The house seemed unnaturally still after the hustle and bustle of the programming world. It was like coming down from a high, everything had a keener edge, too bright and too sensory impacting.
Her stuff was already in the car, and she wasn't about to stay here, a sitting duck, waiting for them to shove their way through the bureaucratic nonsense in order to get to her. The cold shower she was craving could wait until she reached a motel outside of LA that accepted cash and didn't ask too many questions.
Slipping into a pair of faded bellbottoms and a red tanktop, brushed her hair back hurriedly and pulled it into a loose pony tail. From inside the garage, she punched in her access code to activate the internal security system. The outside perimeter would automatically be secured in 2 minutes.
Her baby blue BMW, a brand new Z3, sat with its top down, waiting for her. Some women's passion was reserved for only members of the opposite sex...she shared her with the cars she drove and collected with an almost obsessive sense of perfection.
Tossing her purse on the white leather seat, she leaned over to pull her 9mm H & K MP5SP from beneath the wide seat. Checking to be sure it was fully loaded, she rested the carbine within easy reach. Wriggling out of her shoulder holster so she could fasten her seatbelt tighter over her chest, the recently-cleaned Colt was tossed into the glove compartment.
She backed out, adjusting her review slightly as she drove the long arch of the driveway down to where the road met a pass in the mountains. The neon glow of Las Vegas and piercing stab of light from the top of Luxor shimmered against the sky, as the heat from the day seeped from the barren landscape.
The open, deserted roads running through Death Valley offered a perfect chance to let the wind whip through her hair, leaving the tenseness of the evening further and further behind with each white dotted center line.
She stood, stretching her sore muscles, walking over to her laptop, instinctively reaching for the pistol next to it. Tapping a few keys, she scanned over the information collected while they had been connected simultaneously to A.R. The IP address confirmed what she suspected, that he was at the MTF's headquarters...wherever that might be.
The house seemed unnaturally still after the hustle and bustle of the programming world. It was like coming down from a high, everything had a keener edge, too bright and too sensory impacting.
Her stuff was already in the car, and she wasn't about to stay here, a sitting duck, waiting for them to shove their way through the bureaucratic nonsense in order to get to her. The cold shower she was craving could wait until she reached a motel outside of LA that accepted cash and didn't ask too many questions.
Slipping into a pair of faded bellbottoms and a red tanktop, brushed her hair back hurriedly and pulled it into a loose pony tail. From inside the garage, she punched in her access code to activate the internal security system. The outside perimeter would automatically be secured in 2 minutes.
Her baby blue BMW, a brand new Z3, sat with its top down, waiting for her. Some women's passion was reserved for only members of the opposite sex...she shared her with the cars she drove and collected with an almost obsessive sense of perfection.
Tossing her purse on the white leather seat, she leaned over to pull her 9mm H & K MP5SP from beneath the wide seat. Checking to be sure it was fully loaded, she rested the carbine within easy reach. Wriggling out of her shoulder holster so she could fasten her seatbelt tighter over her chest, the recently-cleaned Colt was tossed into the glove compartment.
She backed out, adjusting her review slightly as she drove the long arch of the driveway down to where the road met a pass in the mountains. The neon glow of Las Vegas and piercing stab of light from the top of Luxor shimmered against the sky, as the heat from the day seeped from the barren landscape.
The open, deserted roads running through Death Valley offered a perfect chance to let the wind whip through her hair, leaving the tenseness of the evening further and further behind with each white dotted center line.
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*Tapping out a single Winston Cig, lighting it with a gold plated lighter, taking a soft drag and blowing out the smoke to calm his overreactive nerves...he walked into the main situation room. Pulling the Silver pen from behind his ear and tering a small black square of paper out of a notebook he kept..he scribbled*
"Gone to Villa dinner party for a friend, be back eventually, Dont come looking for me"
*Oh of course he knew they would be given orders to follow him...and he was planning on that...If all went well, by the end of the party he could be free from his obligation, be in the good with this Miss Char...and he could make himself rich as sin....without compromising one hair on his head...ahhh it was good to be a Genius Sometimes, despite the fact that somepeople resented you for you immense intelligence, It was only because he thought of things no one would in a million years, well except him...his eyes glowed in that soft, devious way of his, as he packed up his computer gear, His twin Desert Eagles, and his M.T.F ID..which would get him a nice free flight on the concord...first class if he could convince them it was an 'Important Mission'....he chortled, heading out of the door and mock saluting the door guards...heading down the echoingly quiet stone hallways...his long hair hanging down in a pony tail of sorts, his bags hauled over either his shoulder or hauling it along on wheels...he exited the Top Secret M.T.F Compound, stepping into his 1985' Gold Thunderbird...running his hands over the old, worn brown leather seats and smiled...They were supple from years of sitting...it was his fathers car.....He pulled the stick into drive and pulled out of the lot, driving down the highway towards the airport, he settled back in the old car and listened to the sound of the wind whistling around the car..*
"Gone to Villa dinner party for a friend, be back eventually, Dont come looking for me"
*Oh of course he knew they would be given orders to follow him...and he was planning on that...If all went well, by the end of the party he could be free from his obligation, be in the good with this Miss Char...and he could make himself rich as sin....without compromising one hair on his head...ahhh it was good to be a Genius Sometimes, despite the fact that somepeople resented you for you immense intelligence, It was only because he thought of things no one would in a million years, well except him...his eyes glowed in that soft, devious way of his, as he packed up his computer gear, His twin Desert Eagles, and his M.T.F ID..which would get him a nice free flight on the concord...first class if he could convince them it was an 'Important Mission'....he chortled, heading out of the door and mock saluting the door guards...heading down the echoingly quiet stone hallways...his long hair hanging down in a pony tail of sorts, his bags hauled over either his shoulder or hauling it along on wheels...he exited the Top Secret M.T.F Compound, stepping into his 1985' Gold Thunderbird...running his hands over the old, worn brown leather seats and smiled...They were supple from years of sitting...it was his fathers car.....He pulled the stick into drive and pulled out of the lot, driving down the highway towards the airport, he settled back in the old car and listened to the sound of the wind whistling around the car..*
Mistress Jorja
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Queen of Hearts
The five hour drive had calmed her nerves better than any of the three cups of coffee (black & strong) she had stopped for along the way did. The "BUDG_T LODG_" furnished her with a quiet, backfacing...if not incredibly tacky...room. Cheap polyester curtains clashed with the soft pastel watercolors that hung in mismatched frames; an attempt to cover the large patches of pealing wallpaper.
The shower was mildewy, the complimentary soap a bit to fragrant, and the towels thin & worn...but all in all it served her purpose. Checking and double-checking the deadbolts and window locks, she was glad they placed her on the 3rd floor. Propping a fake walnut finished chair under the doorknob, she knew it wouldn't keep out anyone determined to get in, but it would buy her the precious few seconds she would need to either pull her weapon or make an escape.
The room was hot and stuffy, but she dared not turn on the airconditioner for it would doubtlessly mask any outside sounds. Compromising, she fell onto the neatly made bed in just a bra and panties.
The Colt took up residence beside her, under her pillow. It was a loyal bedmate, really, and had slept with her faithfully for the past few years, never being fired by another hand. Rolling over in the dark, she reached for her alarm, the digital numbers casting eire green shadows. She set it for noon and rolled back over, her breathing slow & steady as she adjusted to the new surroundings.
The five hour drive had calmed her nerves better than any of the three cups of coffee (black & strong) she had stopped for along the way did. The "BUDG_T LODG_" furnished her with a quiet, backfacing...if not incredibly tacky...room. Cheap polyester curtains clashed with the soft pastel watercolors that hung in mismatched frames; an attempt to cover the large patches of pealing wallpaper.
The shower was mildewy, the complimentary soap a bit to fragrant, and the towels thin & worn...but all in all it served her purpose. Checking and double-checking the deadbolts and window locks, she was glad they placed her on the 3rd floor. Propping a fake walnut finished chair under the doorknob, she knew it wouldn't keep out anyone determined to get in, but it would buy her the precious few seconds she would need to either pull her weapon or make an escape.
The room was hot and stuffy, but she dared not turn on the airconditioner for it would doubtlessly mask any outside sounds. Compromising, she fell onto the neatly made bed in just a bra and panties.
The Colt took up residence beside her, under her pillow. It was a loyal bedmate, really, and had slept with her faithfully for the past few years, never being fired by another hand. Rolling over in the dark, she reached for her alarm, the digital numbers casting eire green shadows. She set it for noon and rolled back over, her breathing slow & steady as she adjusted to the new surroundings.
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Roland Gilliad
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October fourth...12 Pm...Just above Kentucky I should think....Thought better of taking the Concord, too noticable...I want to give them a challange in tracing me...
*he bit his lip slightly, and continued writing down in the small red journal he kept of every single mission ever undertaken by him....His personal memoirs for the day when he'd write his Life story...*
not too much trouble getting access to a flight this late...A stern glare and a forged signature on a Sheet that gives me permission to carry my loaded Eagles on board was all it took for me to get on this plane armed and ready for anything....I'll land Just outside of the state and take a Rental the rest of the way to the Villa...Plans on how to infeltrate the party not yet concocted, working on that though.......Serendipidous so far, must stay focused however. The most dangerous part is yet to come...End Entry, -Samir
*Sticking the small book into his carry on, he settled back into his chair, his fingers obdiantly clicking away at the keyboard...Hacking into the phone system of the plane, which they wouldnt notice until the plane company recieved it's monthly bills, at which point there would be no evidence of him ever being there left...ah he loved minor mischief like this...in either case, he was thankfully well on his way to freedom...closing his laptop, after setting the phone to call everyone within a 10 thousand mile radius of the plane whenever someone so much as picked up the reciever..And settled back in his chair, smirking as he fell into a light sleep...knowing the full few next weeks ahead of him would be most invigorating..*
*he bit his lip slightly, and continued writing down in the small red journal he kept of every single mission ever undertaken by him....His personal memoirs for the day when he'd write his Life story...*
not too much trouble getting access to a flight this late...A stern glare and a forged signature on a Sheet that gives me permission to carry my loaded Eagles on board was all it took for me to get on this plane armed and ready for anything....I'll land Just outside of the state and take a Rental the rest of the way to the Villa...Plans on how to infeltrate the party not yet concocted, working on that though.......Serendipidous so far, must stay focused however. The most dangerous part is yet to come...End Entry, -Samir
*Sticking the small book into his carry on, he settled back into his chair, his fingers obdiantly clicking away at the keyboard...Hacking into the phone system of the plane, which they wouldnt notice until the plane company recieved it's monthly bills, at which point there would be no evidence of him ever being there left...ah he loved minor mischief like this...in either case, he was thankfully well on his way to freedom...closing his laptop, after setting the phone to call everyone within a 10 thousand mile radius of the plane whenever someone so much as picked up the reciever..And settled back in his chair, smirking as he fell into a light sleep...knowing the full few next weeks ahead of him would be most invigorating..*
The_high_king
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sigh...
ooc: You know. The rest of the gang are taking quite a long time. Maybe my character should just go to sleep.
ooc: You know. The rest of the gang are taking quite a long time. Maybe my character should just go to sleep.
The_high_king
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lonely
ooc: here I am again... alone... with a lonely thread... again.
*tear drops from his eye*... sniffle... I gonna get a beer now... sigh.
ooc: here I am again... alone... with a lonely thread... again.
*tear drops from his eye*... sniffle... I gonna get a beer now... sigh.
The GrandMage
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OOC: Oh, shut up! Do you see me complaining, even though I was dumped right in the middle? Hmm?
No! Now quit you're whinning!
Oh, and could you pick me up a beer, too? You know, while you're up...
No! Now quit you're whinning!
Oh, and could you pick me up a beer, too? You know, while you're up...
The GrandMage
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Hello?
Hello? Anybody home?
Anybody? No?
This place abandoned?
Hello? Anybody home?
Anybody? No?
This place abandoned?
Mistress Jorja
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<yawn>
Just waiting for all ya lovebirds to satiate yourselves before Chardonnay proceeds with her latest plot.
Difficult to live up to the coveted name of Evil Vileness when all the good guys are off gallivanting around each others bedrooms *g*
Just waiting for all ya lovebirds to satiate yourselves before Chardonnay proceeds with her latest plot.
Difficult to live up to the coveted name of Evil Vileness when all the good guys are off gallivanting around each others bedrooms *g*
The_high_king
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hmmph
ooc: How can you think that I would abandon my thread so soon. I'm ashamed you even had a thought like that.
ooc: How can you think that I would abandon my thread so soon. I'm ashamed you even had a thought like that.
The_high_king
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hi
ooc: can you guys consider joining my ORGY records thread. Its kind of clinging on to dear life right now, and its not what it seems.
ooc: can you guys consider joining my ORGY records thread. Its kind of clinging on to dear life right now, and its not what it seems.
The_high_king
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ooc: I do hope this thread isn't dead... (stupid Jocelyn, its all her fault, hmmph.)
