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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Dec 30, 2009 19:39:49 GMT -5
Ah, shower time. The best time of any day, well, in Cael's world anyways. Nothing could top a hot shower, unless of course there was a masseuse waiting after wards. I need a good massage. Cael dreamed as she finished washing her hair with her favorite cucumber and green tea mix. She'd spent most of her Saturday morning in the gym, running, climbing, doing those evil push-ups and pull-ups, then she tried to find a sparring partner, but most of the kids in there knew not to take her on, 'cept Niko, but she wasn't ready to spar him yet. So, with a twist of her foot, Cael had stomped out of the Gym and made her way, in all her dirty glory to the showers.
The... Co-ed showers.
"Pervs." Was all she muttered before grabbing a white towel, and wrapping herself up in it's soft, fluffy, goodness. Humming lightly she made her way back to the lockers, and grabbed her clothes. Holding them, she glanced around both the left and right side of the lockers before quickly dressing. Then, she heard it, a slight squeak from a shoe stepping in a puddle. "Hello?" Cael straightened up, her years of training causing her to immediately go on the defensive. "Someone there?"
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Post by darcwings on Dec 30, 2009 20:33:03 GMT -5
 ~Your lips tastes sour ~~But you think that it's just me teasing you~Lawliet was caught, this girl was good. He was only here in these damned showers because he was hired to kill a girl, who took a shower here around this time. He had a description of her, that was about it. His target was a petite blond girl, also short. He hated killing girls, made him feel weak. Anyway, he stupidly made a sound. How rookie a mistake. He had to play this off, if he wanted to get rid of this idiocy. "I'm sorry to bother you ma'am. I'm just coming in here because I had a client waiting for me. They don't seem to be here, so if you want, you can have their massage. They get to pay." Lawliet said as he entered the room. He was wearing his typical assassin attire, black jeans, black boots, hidden blades(disguised as black arm warmers), and a black hooded button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. "I don't want to intrude on you, but I'm here and I can almost feel that you want a massage. It is free after all." Lawliet looked the girl up and down. She seemed like the right target. |
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Dec 30, 2009 21:53:27 GMT -5
When no one replied she dropped her fists, blamed the squeak on her own imagination, and continued with getting dressed. Only after pulling on her jeans and tank, did she move up to work with her hair. Then, she heard him speak. "Ack! Perv!!" Having dropped the towel from around her head, and with her eyes covered by a wealth of blond hair, Caeleigh did the only thing she could in her confused state. She picked up the nearest thing to her, her deodorant, and chucked it at the strangers head. Then, and only then, did she take the time to actually move her hair to the side and inspect just who was standing in the shower with her. Probably Nik-
"O-Oh. S-Sorry." This was definitely not Niko. And yet, sadly enough, not her type. Oh well. She watched him for a moment, listened to him speak, and thanked the Gods on her lucky fortune. Oh! A masseuse! Here, of all places, how lucky. What were the odds?
No. Seriously. What were the odds.
Cael stood still once more as she inspected him closer. Tall, European decent, possibly Italian from the light olive complexion of his skin, or possibly even French, though she could probably reach farther East and call him Greek, she could never be too sure. But what caught her eye was the outfit he was sporting. Definitely not masseuse style. Didn't they were plain white t-shirts and tan pants. Unless it's one of those big, muscular guys, mmm, the kind with the-
"-cough- Erm." Cael was surprised to find herself speechless. And rather under dressed for male company. Blushing she quickly pulled her black AC/DC shirt over her white tank and smiled at the boy. "Seems odd that someone would have a masseuse come into the showers. Then again, this is Brookshire." She giggled softly, bending over to pick her towel up from the ground, as a diversion, as she grabbed the silver pins that had held up her hair and quickly hid them within her palm. Closing the door to her locker she jutted her hip out to the side, crossed her arms and shook her loose, wet hair to the side.
"Don't you guys normally wear... Uhm... Different clothes? You know, loose things to keep the chi flowing and all that jazz. You seem a bit over dressed." Doing one more quick glance over, Cael perked a single brow. "Who did you say was paying for the massage?"
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Post by darcwings on Dec 30, 2009 22:17:35 GMT -5
~Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness~ [/color] ~Or do I trust none and live life in loneliness~[/center] At first, Lawliet could sense that this girl was suspecting something, he did make it sort of obvious. When the girl was talking, she bent over. Lawliet slowed time down at that point and saw that she grabbed something and hid it away. A weapon. Gah. Too easy. These small fries think that they can fight back. It's quite pathetic. Lawliet thought to himself while the girl was talking. She thought that his cover story was odd. A masseuse being called to public showers was a little odd. "I thought the same thing when I got the call. But hey, money is money." Lawliet said, his Italian accent making all his words sound a little off. Apparently masseuses wear different clothes. Well, that's quiet obvious. Lawliet doubted that Assassins and masseuses dressed the same. "Well, most of the time we wear more calming clothing, however, I tend to dress like this only on special request, which this one happens to be. Trust me, my chi flows plenty well without flowey clothing." Lawliet laughed lightly at his last statement. His chi better flow well in these clothes if he intended to jump off of buildings and live. "I can take off my shirt and boots, if that makes you feel better. I'd be more than happy to appeal to such a beauty's wants. I hope you don't mind my calling you that, I search for beauty in everything. I'm actually only a massuese to pay my way through art school." Lawliet was throwing his cover story out there, hoping she would bite. "Don't worry about the payment, my client payed in advance, and they know that if they miss it, I get to keep their money." Lawliet said with a smile. "If you want a free massage, we just need to go to my table, I left it by my truck." |
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Dec 30, 2009 22:34:57 GMT -5
Well. A free massage, was a free massage. No. Think clearly, Cael. I mean honestly. See. This is what happens when you get mixed up with hot men. You loose focus, you think of massages, hot chocolate, fire, yada yada, and all the while you're missing the big picture. Aw, what could it hurt. At least I'd die with relaxed muscles. Now. Time to think smart.
One: Drop towel, free hands, stand squarely, free mind.
Two: Check surroundings, focus, aim, shoot.
Three: Get out of mass-murderers head before you die from blood loss that's not even yours!
Holy geebus. What the hell am I looking at. Cael kept her face relaxed, like she was thinking about allowing him to give her a massage. Well, she was, but maybe not as whole-heartedly as she was before. Oh for cripes sake, she should have just stayed out of his head and said no, walked away. Now, all Cael could think about was blood. Where was Niko when you actually needed him. "Sounds like a good deal. I like free things." She forced a giggle, crossed her arms.
I wonder if this guy realizes how creepy he sounds. Well, maybe he only sounds like this when he's working. "Did you need help bringing it in? Or, can I wait in here while you go get it?"
And jump out the window when you're not looking.
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Post by darcwings on Dec 30, 2009 23:10:09 GMT -5
~I walk with shadows~~you have to find a better way~ This was taking too long. Lawliet wanted to just end it. "I'm sorry for having to do this to you.......I really am.....I hate fighting women." Lawliet said as he scratched his head. But, hey, someone wants you dead. Unfortunately for you, they hired me." Lawliet looked at the girl and launched his hidden blades. "Now kindly die." Lawliet said as he stopped time and stabbed the girl in her right leg with one of the blades and in the hand that had her weapons with the other. He unpaused time shortly after doing this. He retracted his hidden blades and pulled his sword out of his guitar case that he had hidden by the lockers. Lawliet pointed his sword at his target as he pulled out the picture. "Yep, you're her. Someone REALLY wanted you dead. I'm getting payed 20 grand just to take you out. Poor thing." He made sure that she couldn't do anything, he kicked away her weapons and had immobilized her right leg. His blade still pointed at her, he said, "I don't usually do this, but I'll let you pray to whatever God you believe in. Then you must die." |
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Dec 30, 2009 23:59:35 GMT -5
And that was the end of Caeleigh Epäilys.
Acutally. It wasn't. She'd seen worse, and in some odd way she'd been expecting it. Well, maybe not the double stabbing, she'd been expecting one, clean stroke, that lead to quick and semi-painless death. This, was just a nuisance. "Oh, God damn." She hissed, dropping to her knees as her right leg gave out. The floor was wet from where she'd been standing, and the blood soaking into her pant leg was now staining the locker room floor. But again, she'd been expecting this.
"Geez." Her hand was stinging, and the small silver pins were gone, she was defenseless, weapon wise, hurt, and bleeding, but she refused to cry.
Tears are a weakness, blood is a weakness, kneeling before your enemy isn't acceptable. You either work, or you die. Admitting defeat isn't part of your job, Caeleigh. You have to win, no matter the cost, You have to prove your worth. You're an Epäilys, now act like it.
I'd like to see mom in my position. Cael scoffed as she looked up at her... assassin. "Idiootti. Sinun pitäisi opiskella ylös noilla sinua palkataan tappavan." There was a time, long ago, when Cael could say that she was weak, useless, relied heavily on others around her, that was a very long time ago. She was a fighter, a warrior, a trained killer if she needed to be. And the pain in her leg wasn't going to stop her from living.
The pain, she can live through, running was out of the question though. Smiling, she glanced up at him, gripping at the towel on the bench and planning her next move very thoughtfully. "In order to pray, you have to believe in God. I, do not." With as many brain cells as she could, Cael focused on his mind, memorizing the brain waves as she raised her hand holding the towel, and leaned back on the balls of her feet.
Three...
Two...
One...
Tossing the towel up towards his head, she leaned forwards, getting to her feet in less then a second, limped around the set of lockers and slammed her fist against the light switch before sliding under a bench on the other side of him. Yeah, it wasn't that great a move, she probably couldn't stay hidden in the dark for very long. But on the plus side she was in his head, could read his thoughts, knew just where he was, and what he was planning. Maybe she could stall him long enough for Niko to be preverted enough to join them.
Otherwise, she'd have to pull out some good ol' fashioned karate moves, too bad she didn't have a weapon on her.
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Post by darcwings on Dec 31, 2009 0:12:01 GMT -5
Lawliet cut through the towel and smirked. "You're making this too easy for me. Do you not like living? That's a shame." Lawliet said as he froze time. He turned back on the lights and got around to where Cael was. He grabbed her ankle and ripped her out. He got on top of her, pinned her down, and had his sword at her throat. He made damn sure that she couldn't do anything before turning time back on. He stared at her and laughed.
"Your powers aren't as good as you might want them to be, mind-reader. You can't read my mind when time is stopped." Lawliet laughed at the girl. "Now, Requiescat in pace, my friend." He said as he stabbed the girl in the stomach with his hidden blade. He turned the blade around to create more pain for her, almost wanting her to cry. He remembered something and stabbed through her other arm with his sword, then put it back at her throat.
"You have pissed me off, now you must die."
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Dec 31, 2009 0:27:08 GMT -5
Geez. You'd think this guy would just end it already. Cael was seeing stars. Billions of them. Bright yellows, golds, even a few greens and blues mixed in there, all of them swirling and melting into one another while a bright light zoomed in over her head. It was pretty. In one of those sick, twisted kind of ways. The way some people find venus flytraps adorable and keep them as pets. It intrigued her.
But it wasn't the first time she'd seen them.
Smiling, blood slowly trickled down from the corner of her mouth. slowly soaking into her freshly washed hair and into the cement flooring. "M-Mind, me asking. J-Just who it was you were supposed to kill? Before you finish?" Cael's breathing was already laboring, her eyes closing. It was sort of peaceful. But it wouldn't last long.
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Post by darcwings on Dec 31, 2009 0:50:39 GMT -5
Lawliet was surprised. Well, not that she wasn't resisting, she couldn't even if she wanted to. But that she asked to see the contract. "Today must be a day of firsts, I never let anyone know who the next target is. Never." Lawliet slowely reached for the contract with the hand he was stabbing her with, after retracting the hidden blade of course. He pulled out the contract and showed the girl the picture on the contract, the girl's picture.
"As I can see and as you can see, you have been marked for death. Your wounds are bad enough to were I can leave you to gather the rest of your thoughts, before you die. Requiescat in pace, little girl." Lawliet said as he closed the girl's eyes, stood up and began to leave.
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Dec 31, 2009 1:11:09 GMT -5
She giggled, softly, shaking her head lightly as her eyes focused on the picture. "Th-That's not me." How odd. To die at the hands of another. Obviously it wasn't her time yet. And here she was. Lying in a pool of her own blood and sweat, staining the concrete and her clothes. Damn. My AC/DC shirt. I'll have to buy another one. Coughing, she closed her eyes. Slowing her breathing, her brain, her heart. And, with a soft whisper, she took her last breath.
For now.
Outside Niko could tell that something was wrong. Something... Something... He walked to the main doors of the showers, and already he could smell something coppery, a pugnant odor- "CAEL!" Niko scurried inside the building, falling to his knees and sliding over to her motionless body.
"C-Cael. Oh, Jesus, woman. Answer me." Niko pulled her up to his lap, holding her against his knees as he gently tapped her cheek with his palm. "Fawk. Fawk. Fawk. Fawk. Fawk!" He glanced up, noticing another body in the room, and without hesitating, Niko pulled out his gun and fired a warning shot just to the left of the persons head. "Did you do this?"
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Post by darcwings on Dec 31, 2009 1:33:55 GMT -5
Lawliet wanted to get out of there before someone else came, but someone came in right as he was about to leave. The new person took a shot at Lawliet, a move he would soon regret. He turned to the person. "If you want to save her, you better take her and leave." Lawliet felt a little bad for this one.
"Your friend was marked. I was paid to make her dead. I'll give you the contract, you can track the guy down that wanted her dead and I'll go on, she goes on, you go on. How's that sound?" Lawliet said as he pulled out the contract. He clutched his sword, ready to fight, if need be.
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Dec 31, 2009 17:28:44 GMT -5
Disappointment.
Disappointment.
Disappointment.
"Screw that!" Niko growled, letting off another two rounds, this time both of them were aimed at the other's head. Before the second shot had even finished leaving the barrell, Niko scopped the seemingly dead Cael into his arms, jumped, and sped to the other end of the room. Setting Cael down as softly as he could, Niko sped back to where he had been sitting a moment earlier and waited.
The second bullet had only moved a few feet inbetween that time, and as Niko debated letting loose another round, something more conscious inside him told him not to.
Probably not the best idea to let a bunch of bullets fly around in here.
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Post by darcwings on Dec 31, 2009 23:54:59 GMT -5
 ~It whispered "I am hated"~~your genetic flaws i said "say it all, you can't decipher reflections from reality."~ The understandably mad, gun wielding bastard took two more shots at Lawliet. Luckily, Lawliet predicted this and slowed down time and got out of the way of the shots. "Well, you take shots at a man who is now trying to help you. I'll admit, I messed up. She wasn't the target. So, let me help you. But, you don't want my help, do you?" Lawliet said as he stopped time, broke the other's gun hand, and stabbed his other shoulder with his sword. Lawliet wanted to avoid any more unnessisary blood shed, although he wasn't opposed to it if it broke out. Lawliet stared the other guy down. "Look at it this way, you and your friendcan both die. You might be asking yourself 'how did he get over her so fast?' The answer to your question is my power, you can figure out what it is yourself. I'll give you one last chance, I'll even help your friend here. I'm trained in almost everything that it takes to survive. I'll do what I can for her and we can bring her to an actual medic. Your choice, lose your friend's and your life, or save both." LAwliet was being very upfront and blunt. He made damn sure that this guy had no routes to move along. Lyrics: Decipher Reflections by Playradioplay. |
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Jan 1, 2010 0:32:20 GMT -5
[/b] In an online RP, Godmodding is the term used for those whom create a character that is, virtually, indestructible. This is frowned upon by other members of the RPG and is extremely annoying. This can also result in a possible ban. - GenerallyGod-Modding occurs when a player describes an event, or a series of events he/she has taken against another player in the RP. The person second player describes actions taken that completely nullify the original actions against them. :: For example: Player One: Mike picks up a grenade, pulls the pin, throws it at Sam. Then he ninja-style jumps up the wall, pulls a plug and has hundred of bricks fall on Sam, then he pulls out a revolver and shoots three bullets.Player Two: Sam catches the granade, throws it out the window, then he runs super fast to the other side of the room dodging every single brick, catches the third bullet and throws it at Mike killing him.^ Player Two = G-Mod. SOMETHING had to hurt Player Two. Whether it's the bricks falling on him and cutting him, or even a bullet grazing his shoulder. SOMETHING.!! Godmodding can also refer to where Player Two describes the outcome of their own actions AGAINST another character. For example, Player Two states: "Spyder grabs a sword and slashes at Mike's chest, causing a huge gash." Controlling characters that ARE NOT YOURS to begin with is also godmodding.Fight ScenesGodmodding is, most often, used during fight scenes. While it is hard to determine what another character will do, you must always leave the option open for them to dodge, duck, run, etc. You may not state your attack directly hit them and they fell down, or anything of that kind. [Granted not everything listed above applies to you. =P] [/ul] But... This. ^ I was okay with. Yeah, he can stop time, so I gave you the benefit of stabbing Cael in two places, catching her off-guard. However, at this point, she now understands that he's special, and has an ability quite out of her training. So. She ran and hid. This. ^ Is wtfg-mod. No matter how you look at it. You cannot move another RP'ers player without their permission. Having Lawliet stop time, rip her out from under the bench and not only stab and twist, but also, for the most part, end the thread by killing her, is not okay. You never gave me a chance to react with my character, you can't assume actions without me being able to react. You have to post while in action, not after you take it. For example: He turned back on the lights and got around to where Cael was. He grabbed her ankle and ripped her out. He got on top of her, pinned her down, and had his sword at her throat. He made damn sure that she couldn't do anything before turning time back on. He stared at her and laughed. Should look more like:
He turned back on the lights and got around to where Cael was. He grabbed at where her ankle appeared and attempted to rip her out. [Here would give me a chance to react, in my next thread.] Should he succeed.... [then the rest of the post].
This. ^ Is also straying the line of god-mod. Understandibly, Lawliet has a vvery good power, being able to stop time is hard to counter, yet, once again, you've grabbed and stabbed my character before I had a chance to react to it. =P Had I wanted this thread to be serious, I would have stopped you after the first G-Mod post and asked you to change it. And you've made me G-Mod for the first time in a vury-long time. >.< Only because I need to keep Cael alive. >;/ So. Make sure you understand: Even though they may not know your power, you can't use that as an excuse to G-Mod. You need to give people reaction times, and the ability to fight back. 'Kay? [/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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