Raiha

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]A shame nobody got their tattoo on the inside bottom of their lip, I think I saw that once in Blade and was happy about it. Oh well, time to ninja sneak around.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Wearing all white, corset, boots, skin tight pants, and hair ribbons, Cis was a mirror for me, in all black skirt with flounces and tight petticoats. This might be the reason Madame X preferred to partner me with her, but at 24, she was slightly more savvy than me, and always capable of handling herself whereas I still had a tendency to be just slightly gunshy. Even so, everyone told me I was learning fast. I liked to believe them almost as much as I liked knowing that I had six dimebags of pure cocaine and two more of heroin stuffed in the side of my garter. Cis pushed her hair out of her face and examined the street signpost as we passed by.[/i] "So what's this fucker's name again Rai?" "Erum..." [i]I tilted the back of the picture to catch the flickering light from the street lamp.[/i] "Looks like a Jason Lee." "Super. That's him." [i]She pointed across the street in an alley, where the beautiful boy in question was getting on his knees for a tranny we both knew as Alex. I sighed and crossed the street with Cis on my arm, readying myself for what might be a confrontation of sorts. I saw that Cis had rested her right hand on her hip, a sure sign that at a moment's notice, she'd be reaching into her spine sheath to whip out one of her innumerable blades. Instead Alex looked up just as Jason was getting down to business and pulled back immediately. He smiled nervously.[/i] "Guys. Hey. Does Madame X have something for me?" "Not you fucker. Our business is with that thing right there you were just putting your cock in. Now shoo." [i]Cis frowned at Alex, who tossed poorly penciled eyebrows in an attempt to salvage dignity and hurried off, adjusting his miniskirt as he went. Jason looked up at us and I held out a hand to him, making a note to wash it as soon as we were within range of a clean bathroom.[/i] "Jason, Madame X wants us to escort you back to the teahouse so we can retrieve our goods from you." "Then I get some?" "You'll get plenty. And possibly a shower and a manicure." [i]Cis looked over Jason's bedraggled form and she sighed. Giving him a tug to keep him moving, Cis walked behind me and Jason, scanning the area around us at all times while I kept up a bright chatter of meaningless conversation as we wound our way back to the safety of Madame X's establishment. One shower, one mani/pedi, and one thorough dressing down later, Jason was bent over at the waist, holding his ankles with both hands while Cis snapped on a latex glove and went to business. I patiently rolled a joint while Jason whimpered softly to himself and licked the side and folded it down. Good acquired, Cis immediately emptied out the packets, dumped them into a holding box, and swept the condom into the trash can along with the glove. She turned to Jason, who was having some difficulty with the buttonfly of his jeans.[/i] "Now, go present yourself with this box to the mistress. If you sneak before she gives you some, I will tie you up and beat you in a thoroughly un-sensual way." [i]He nodded obediently and shuffled off. Cis immediately went to the bathroom to wash her hands despite the fact that she had used gloves, and sat down next to me when she was done, smelling faintly of Clorox.[/i] "Pass that over sweets, I'm bushed from dealing with this moon." "Sure. Anything else for tonight?" "We're expecting some people to come in. It's amazing how they know when we have fresh goods on hand."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]If anyone desperately desires drugs, my girl is going to be carrying a goodly supply on her while she picks up someone. If that's too complicated for your insect/drug filled brain, you can alternatively find her back at her pad, smoking a joint and looking self satisfied.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]If you'll excuse me, I have to go see a Xear about an ancient mural. Apparently they liked big phallic symbol architecture.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Hah, cheap copy. You take that you xenophobic monster! *swells off to go preen* Either way I'm not sure precisely what our group's objective is besides to ensure that Bavaria gets a bad case of frostbite, which I'll be happy to not treat.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]This is a test, do not be alarmed.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I seem to be having some extremely strange and selective [haha] issues in which I can not seem to subscribe to backstage threads. I can subscribe to Almagest and Sin City no problem. But when I try to add their backstage threads respectively, IT DOES NOT WORK. I've tried adding them through the actual thread, I've tried adding while replying, and each time I am not added and even though it assures me I am, I am not. And this is frustrating me because I forget to check the backstage threads and realize that I've missed an entire plothole. Please help me. For giggles, I will try subscribing to this thread and see if that works. Edit: And LOOK! It worked! This might be because this is, again, not a backstage thread.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Note(s) for Afro: Trance wouldn't say he wasn't strong enough to live anymore, she'd probably just make a typical lesbian comment about 'one less man.' She doesn't view people as strong or weak the way most men do. She is however that foul mouthed, and while he would be able to point a gun at her, it is unlikely that his draw is faster than hers. It is equally unlikely that he would be the only one holding a weapon. She would most likely have a stiletto pressing into his gut, balls, or femoral artery. And at being threatened, it's far more likely that she'd smirk in that truly irritating way. It's also somewhat likely that if someone draws their gun, other people around them would draw too. While Feiry looked confused.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]*clears throat* He didn't come up with that idea just on his own Korey. I crave your validation too you know. *venomous glare* Also for DeLarge: Madame X is a drug dealer/enabler, so if you're in fact low, and looking for a nice price, come visit Madame X's teahouse! Corner of Bosemann and Madison! We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Madame X had summoned me to her chambers an hour ago, but that summons arrived right before one of my richest clients had. Mr. Elais did not like to be kept waiting, so I always gave him top priority, and as much as Madame X liked me jumping when she said frog, this was a bit more lucrative in the short term. And the best part? He always brought me some new outfit, pair of pretty lacy stockings, vintage lingerie, or new hairbow. Every time. I suppose the benefit of being a rich man's main squeeze outweighed some of the things he liked a little more than me. It wasn't that I couldn't handle the rough sex, it was just that some nights he grabbed me to him so hard, I was a little worried he'd leave bruises. But on the other hand, there were about half a dozen girls in the rooms around me that would come running in guns blazing if I screamed loud enough or knocked my tea set to the ground. This evening I was crouching on my knees, holding up my skirt for Mr. Elais while he simply admired the view after the facts. Depo Provera wasn't my favorite method of birth control, but it was one of the most convenient. I rose to my feet and helped him slip his shoes on again at my door.[/i] "Bye bye Mr. Elais! I hope I see you again real soon!" "Oh you will sweetcheeks. You will." [i]He slipped a roll of bills into the strap of my garter belt and I gave him one of my cutest smiles. Eventually, after a little pinch on my cheek (on my face) he was gone. I immediately dragged the sheets off my bed and dumped them in the hallway for the maid to pick up, shed most of my clothes, and summoned another maid for a sponge bath. Madame X didn't like her girls to come to her for a meeting smelling like another man's cologne, and while I couldn't blame her, I rather liked the smell of the Bvlgari he had been wearing. Redressing in a small white dimity, I tied a light pink sash in a square knot bow and reset my hair in crisping pins for tomorrow night's client. Stepping out into the hallway, I navigated around clothing and made my way up the stairs to Madame X's very nicely appointed suite of rooms. Wearing just frilly white ankle socks meant that I could feel the cold stone floor under the carpet, but it also meant that she wouldn't necessarily hear me coming. She always did anyway.[/i] "Come in Raiha." "Yes Mistress." [i]I slid open her door and knelt on the cushion she'd placed for me in front of her long low business desk. She put aside a stack of paperwork and snapped up the bills that I placed on her desk. Madame X counted them with a flick of her thumb, hardly needing to look, and handed two hundred back to me.[/i] "I need you to go out with Cis and find an agent whose wandering Old Town looking for us. Apparently he lost the address. My sources tell me that he'll respond favorably to little girls. So you and Cis it is." "Do we really want to be working with someone so forgetful?" "When I said agent I meant mule. Just get out there before someone relieves him of the cocaine he's smuggling in his ass." "I thought you said he likes little girls." "To cuddle with, not to buttfuck. Pay attention Raiha." "I'm sorry Mistress." [i]She slid a photo across the desk to me and I picked it up and examined the image. He looked very pretty. In Old Town that meant most of the girls wouldn't try to get a piece of him, but guys coming in looking for a little fun might go both ways and try to get him. I sighed and placed the picture in a fold of my skirt. Then I waited while one of Madame X's maids removed the pins in my hair for me. Then I stood up and bowed. She waved me off with one hand. I made my way downstairs and quietly slid open Cis's door. As usual she was with a very handsome man and he was parting the cheeks of her delicate, heart-shaped ass. And from the sound of things, he looked almost done. I gave Cis a meaningful look, which the man didn't notice, and walked back to my room to change my outfit into something a little less likely to get ruined outside.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]"As you were." [i]Priding herself on ignoring bad news with an almost pathological perseverance, Trance continued to give herself a pedicure, painting her toenails with the black lacquer she'd nipped from a target's house. In the bunk under her, Fabian was leaning forward slightly, maybe lost in thought, and he'd been that way before the news. The smoke from his pipe trailed upwards lazily and Trance stretched out a freshly painted fingernail to trace her way through the tendrils. Then she withdrew and wiggled her toes, waiting for them to dry. While the room around her continued to vibrate with the exhortations and shouts of people dismayed and frightened by the news, Trance just shrugged it off with the almost Rastafarian view she'd taken to heart since deciding that no matter the cost, she would always go against the grain. She spoke aloud, lilting her voice just the way they did when passing her a joint.[/i] "S'all good all de time my bruddas and sistas." [i]Fabian looked up for the first time, wasn't often that his bunkmate said something that wasn't utterly self serving. But on the other hand he knew her a bit better than most of the other people now staring at her askance, and got up from where he'd been sitting to haul himself onto the foot of her neatly made bed. As he did she held out an impatient hand and he immediately reached into his coat pocket and handed over the marijuana he had recently borrowed from a friend with a promise to repay at some future and unknown date. For the right to sit on her bed while being male, Trance charged either one joint, two cigarettes, one line of coke, or one tab of X. Trannies got on for free if they at least resembled a female, and women were of course always free. She liked to think her costs weren't too exorbitant, and since she offered an otherwise free dating and hookup consultation service to her mind things balanced out. Lighting the joint with a match, Trance leaned back with one bare foot up against the board of her bunk and looked over at Fabian lazily, her eyes red but not with the crying that some of the people around her were engaging in.[/i] "It's so selfish don't you think?" "What's selfish Trancey?" "People crying when in reality there's no reason to cry. Cade's dead and he's happier that way. These people are just all sad because he won't be there for them to fuck or get fucked by anymore. Far as I'm concerned, one less body we have to protect." [i]She exhaled slowly, Fabian leaning over to catch the smoke. To the outside eye, it looked like they were sharing an intimate moment, with a bit of tail catching to soon follow, but in reality, this was about as close as the men were able to get with her. Fabian was just the nicest, dandiest, prettiest one that didn't get her goat with his eternal chest thumping. For a playa playa he knew better than to turn on the juice when she was around, if only because the first three times he'd tried it around her (believing vainly that her lesbianism was just for show) she'd grabbed his balls and squeezed so hard he'd walked off sideways.[/i] "So would you say that if Cade had been a girl?" "If Cade had been on my team, I would've been bawling my eyes out right with all the other sistas that are bawling their eyes out because he's not putting his thang in them anymore." "At least you're constant about being unconstant." "Don't you know it." [i]She passed him over the rest of the joint for him to finish off, a courtesy because they were bunkmates, and bunkmates were better off not contriving ways to kill each other in their sleep. He exhaled slowly and Trance turned over to lie on her stomach now that her nails were dry. As she did, he noticed the hilarious cut of her shirt meant that while her adequately sized breasts were covered, her entire backside was not, leaving her scripture tattoo and H tattoo visible for all to see. The thong she was wearing was dragged so far down that if he'd cared to, he could've fount out if she waxed, plucked, shaved, or didn't bother at all. But Fabian did in fact know better, and as he was thinking these thoughts he felt the pale stretch of her toes resting delicately across his throat.[/i] "Keep thinking those thoughts and you will think no more." "You know I wouldn't. Can I get my throat back now?" "Oh...alright." [i]She relaxed her grip and Fabian exhaled.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Dude. Pizza is really easy to ruin. Trust me. Too long in the oven and you get something that could double as a frisbee that also smells bad. Too long in a microwave and you'll get something that couldn't be chewed by Jaws from 007. Too little time in the oven and you get something that could gag a maggot. Too little time in a microwave and you get something still frozen that will turn rubbery when cooked again. If you make a mistake in the sauce, you'll have a horrible flavor that you can't escape from. If you use the wrong kind of cheese the whole thing will, again, be ruined. If you don't mix the dough properly it won't rise properly or it'll be as hard as a brick when you're done with it. But as someone not lazy, I actually make my own dough and my own pizzas. So I know the ways in which a pizza can contrive itself to asplode.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I would like to point out that while Trance does not hate men, she does not play nice with them. If any male characters object to having their testicles grabbed and twisted for any length of time, please speak up now so I can go about the business of making good with the ball crushing.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][b]Name:[/b] Trance Megelani [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Appearance:[/b] Has a thing for industrial style hair falls and won't be seen without them, as such her natural hair is reasonably long. (And she can't remember what color it was originally). She wears black leather corsets that are good as far as protection goes and don't restrict her movement because she removed the bones and replaced them with a flexible plastic core instead. Additionally, she has foregone the enormous black pleather platform shoes that most women like her wear in favor of actual black leather combat boots if only to give her a wider range of movement and lower the odds of her tripping, falling, and spraining something important like her face. [b]Personality:[/b] Self-obsessed and as selfish as they come, Trance doesn't give a shit about people she doesn't know personally or causes she thinks are a waste of time. As for why she's a Heretic? We honestly have no clue but it's far more likely that she just hates being one of the herd than any real belief in true love and freedom and all that self serving bullshit. Her tattoo is located right where her ass crack begins, medically referred to as the coccyx. However in her typical twisted way, she also had Revelations 12:11 tattooed on her back if only to rub various members of her brotherhood the wrong way. Also on her person are two nipple piercings, one clit piercing, one navel piercing, six ear piercings per ear, and one industrial piercing at the base of her neck. [b]Short Bio:[/b] Born to a good obedient noble boring Christian family, Trance rebelled early and began to experiment with alternative music, drugs, lifestyle choices, and otherwise naughty things. Whether this stems from an actual pathology or just Trance's obsession with going against the grain is all speculation, but her rebellious nature has served her well. She joined the resistance early, immediately made waves, then got bounced into the section responsible for assassination. Since then she's hacked and slashed her way to a position most wouldn't care to dispute. [b]Weapons/Special Skills:[/b] Tonfas are her favored non-stealth weapon of choice as they compensate for her lack of powerful arms while exploiting her natural agility. One stiletto per boot, as her capacity for stealth, spying, and covert operations is adequate to the point of her possibly channeling the spirit of Solid Snake. She is also proficient with guns, but prefers to not use them because of the hassle. [b]Vice:[/b] Hardcore lesbian, and has difficulty functioning without at least one good screw under her belt from day to day. [b]Writing Sample:[/b] [i]Trance slipped in through the window, the way her client had asked her to. The Mother Superior didn't want her fellow sisters and daughters to know what she liked to do in her spare time, and Trance was only too willing to oblige.[/i] "Eliminate Mother Superior Verity of the Church of the Holy Theocracy." [i]Underneath the habit and apostolnik was a beautiful white body, never touched by the sun, and kept soft by the finest creams that blood money could buy. The order from her handlers had come through, and what was once a very nice booty call was now a target, not that Trance minded in particular, plenty of pussy in the world to go around. This particular evening she took off her boots and socks, and slipped the stiletto from her left boot into the laces of her corset. Mother Verity entered and shut the door behind her quickly, locking it in almost the same motion. Then she turned and took in the sight of Trance lounging indolently on her bed. Smiling, the nun began to remove her head scarf, veil, and habit, slipping off her rosary beads as well. Trance looked up at her expectantly, then dropped to her knees when Verity gestured with one hand. Burying her face in lightly curling blond pubic hair, Trance flicked her tongue forward and upwards, relishing the desperately erotic moans Verity allowed herself. She staggered backwards to sit on the edge of the bed while Trance continued her ministrations. Several minutes into her work, she reached with her left hand for Verity's hip, and dug her black painted nails in gently. Then with her other hand, she freed the stiletto, and plunged it into Verity's abdomen, sinking it into the womb. With a vicious jerk and twist, Trance slit Verity open and then withdrew. Wiping her blade clean on Verity's white habit, Trance gave her an impersonal smile.[/i] "It's nothing personal darling. Just business. I hope it was good for you too."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]"And then the pilot announces that we'll be "landing shortly." Doesn't that sound like we'll be missing the runway?" Ah George Carlin, rest in peace you crotchety old jerk...[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]This concludes this year's presentation of the Little Deaths. Please come back next year for the next round of glorious killing.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Nerdsy'][color=deeppink]Hulk had about a 108 million dollar profit at the box office and has decent reviews. How much better does a movie have to do to not be a flop?[/color][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Are we talking about the first Hulk movie that was a three hour snooze fest or this current Hulk movie that was slightly less serious of a waste of cellular degredation?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[INDENT][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]With that, you snap a picture of the offense, then you send it to the health board of inspectors and get their butts shut down. That's so a violation in so many ways.[/FONT][/COLOR][/INDENT]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]And there was much merrymaking. Huzzah.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[RIGHT][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest%202/Macey_Ellen.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest%202/Harrison_Almagest.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/ladybavariaavatar.jpg[/IMG][/RIGHT] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]As the private yacht sailed rather serenely through the blindingly clear skies, Macey Ellen adjusted the hemline of her riding skirt, pinned the extra fabric to one side, and then straightened her hat, driving the pin down further into it's clasp embedded in her hair. As the yacht made a lazy turn to the left and the Almagest ship came into view. One of Dwalish's men walked up to her, saluted smartly, despite her gesture and he spoke sharply.[/i] "We've come up on their vessel, if you like we can drop a zip line or just give you a quick space to jump." "I'll just jump. A zip line would probably result in something imodest." "Of course. We'll have someone to hand you off the side." [i]Macey gathered up her medical bag in one hand and stepped up to the side, taking a firm grip on the tow line that had been strung up for her benefit. In a maneuver as delicate and graceful as any pilot could've dreamed of, the yacht swung around again, then dipped slightly, closing the gap between the two ships to almost only a foot apart. Dawlish's second in command took up her hand and swung her across the ship, clearing the space immediately. Macey gave him a wave, then turned to find Harrison standing right where she'd been hoping to stand, looking bemused. He gave her a slight bow and she curtsied grandly.[/i] "I see you're finally here. Welcome aboard, such as it is." "Thank you Harrison. I'm almost happy to be here. Where's our prima dama desperada?" "You mean Bavaria? She's up on the main deck strutting around snapping orders I think." "Is anyone listening to her?" "I...er...ah..." "I better go say hello to her." [i]Macey gave him a wink and handed her bag to a nearby crewmember, who walked it to her berth. She stepped up to the deck, fixing the lines of her skirt and readying a smile so wide it almost hurt her face. Bavaria whirled around to glare at Macey with all the warmth and feeling of a glacier advancing down a slope. [/i] "I see you've made a spectacle of yourself as usual." "Why Bavaria, who are you doing here?" [i]Bavaria spluttered as the depth of Macey's insult sunk in and suppressed the urge to shout something indecent at her retreating back. Not bothering to suppress anything, Macey smiled far more realistically and gave a sweet nod and welcoming wave of her hand to Ivan, who was holding a book in one hand and resting his other on a rail. He returned the nod awkwardly and she returned to looking for a crewmember who could show her where she would be sleeping. With luck Bavaria wouldn't have her stabbed in the dead of the night.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well then there's the issue of a wife with epilepsy not being able to afford her medication which is hilarious because my friend is on welfare AND has epilepsy and somehow manages to forego food he doesn't need to pay for his meds that he DOES need so he doesn't seizure and blank out while going bankai driving. Some things just aren't worth it, and I've got to say, that daughter should probably get off of her lard filled behind before she can't walk anymore.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]A family whose combined weight is roughly half a ton is complaining that the 22,000 pounds they receive from the government in welfare is too little to support them. That comes out to like 44,000 dollars in the US btw, which is about enough to live on provided you don't eat cereal for breakfast, bacon buddies for lunch, microwaved pies, crisps, and chips for dinner, and weigh around 18 stone. They argue that the price of healthy food is too high for them to afford and thus they are fat. And thus they can't work and need welfare money. Their daughter, who is roughly 290 pounds complains that she's a student and thus has no time to work out. Which is strange because she somehow has time to waddle to class and fill her face at lunch and dinner time. I'm a full time student with a full time job and I still have figured out how to meet with a personal trainer and go for walks while listening to lectures. Do you think this is bollocks? Keeping in mind this isn't the US economy, this is England's economy.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]If I didn't know any better, I'd say that the Anovan's ship is headed for a really impenetrable structure wherein they will either have to abandon ship, hope they land and the ship absorbs the damage, or become forever one with nature. Oh you wascally Jack you.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]See that implies that there's no reason Macey hates Bavaria. She's not insane in her hatred, she's also not actively sending Bavaria hate mail, she just passive aggressively makes her annoyed, upset, and feel harassed. Her sister hated Bavaria, Fonty is on the fence, and their mutual sibling is too nice to hate anyone.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Malkav']I think she needs to adopt a child.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]She might eat it. A puppy would be less of a moral hazard. Don't make her into Angelina Jolie.[/FONT][/COLOR]