Corey

Black Horizon [Rated R for Language, Violence, Heavy Gore, Sexual Perversion] [color=2244CC][size=1][i]Note: I want only serious RPers in this RPG. I want people that will make intelligent posts. I want people that will make more than three line posts. Also this RPG will contain many spoilers about the movie Event Horizon... Hell, I'm summarizing the entire damn movie. Turn away if you want to see it through your own eyes on a TV. I suggest you see the movie, but it's not a requirement. With that said...[/i] The year is 2040. The infamous and revolutionary space ship known as the Event Horizon has disappeared. Powered by an engine that harnessed a black hole, the ship was supposedly able to travel great distances in the blink of an eye. The ship vanished after passing one of the outer planets of our system. No one knew where it went. 2047. The Event Horizon suddenly appeared near where it disappeared and began emitting a distress signal. Dr. William Weir, the creator of the ship and it's unique engine, joined up with the crew of the ship Lewis and Clark, led by Captain Miller. Weir hoped to salvage the ship and save it's crew. Determining where the ship has been for the last seven years is also a must. Upon arriving, the crew is nowhere to be found. They begin setting the ship up for travel back to earth, when people begin to die. Some try to kill themselves while others seem to be killed by an unseen and extremely violent force. The crew is found slaughtered. While attempting to find some record of what happened to the crew, the group finds a video recording. It showed the crew immersed in a perverse sexual bloodbath. People cutting holes in each other and having sex with the wounds. Sodomy. Gouging. Strangulation. Masochism. Everything and anything you could possibly think of. And above it all towered one figure. A man, or so it seemed, with cuts lining his body, eyes carved out. In latin he spoke "Save me from hell." While still readying the ship for departure, a member of the rescue party informs everyone he made an error in the translation of the latin. "Save yourselves from hell" is what it actually said. Dr. Weir, the creator of the ship, eventually becomes drawn to the ship, which is now believed to have traveled to a different dimention. A dimention of chaos and, quite literally, hell. Wier attempts to kill everyone, but three escape by detaching the part of the ship with the engine from the main part. When finally back at earth, the survivors awaken to a rescue team of their own. One of the rescuers opens his visor to reveal Dr. Weir. Perhaps the demons hadn't been destroyed. 2101. The events of that mission were never made public, mostly because of the unstable account of the only coherent member of the Lewis and Clark that survived. The mans he claimed was Dr. Weir from the rescue mission was named Daniel Moore and looked nothing like the doctor. She was stated insane and locked up for observation. The Event Horizon has been detected again. Fully whole, despite the accounts of what happened. It's on a course to earth, as fast as it's normal engines can take it. Another rescue party has been formed. Another mission has been made to recover the unique ship. The crew hasn't been told what supposedly happened the last time. [b]Signups[/b] [i]Name:[/i] Nothing outrageous please. [i]Age:[/i] 27-54 [i]Gender:[/i] [i]Assignment:[/i] Engineer. Security. Weapons. Pilot. Etc... I am reserving the captain spot for myself. [i]Personality:[/i] What your character is like. [i]Appearance:[/i] Descriptions. No pictures. [i]Short Bio:[/i] When I mean short, I mean no longer than two paragraphs or 20 lines. Thankyou. [b]A Last Note[/b] Some people may get killed off in this RPG. Don't feel bad if this happens to you. I might end up killing my own character if I think the RPG would become more interesting from it. Thankyou for your time and don't let this last bit discourage you. I might reincarnate you as a demon of the ship. :demon:[/size][/color]

[color=2244CC][size=1]So, ummm... What exactly is the point of this thread? I get the part of people venting to you on AIM. I get the part that people do suffer from holiday depression. I can even relate to getting bitched out in a language you can't understand. But if this isn't a therapy thread and all it's doing is announceing you're there for people, where is this thread going to go? What discussion will come from it, save the agreements with Harry's comment?[/size][/color]

[color=2244CC][size=1]Your avatar makes me think of living bran-muffins. And I really hope you know how to capitalize. Reading nothing but lowercase isn't exactly fun.[/size][/color]

[color=2244CC][size=1]Johanas rushed forward and easily seperated the two people. [b]Johanas-[/b] "Please... There's no need for this. Nobody needs to be harmed, especially when we've all met in such a beautiful place. Let's all start over." He held out his hand to Belial. The demon, for obviously he was, took Johanas' hand out of surprise rather than an act of atonement. A firm grip by both was broken by the Rengale. "Much better." He walked over to a tree and removed his hammer and parts of his armor. It was all rather heavy. [b]Liiryis-[/b] "What religion did you say you were a priest of?" He smiled, not surprised she didn't recognise it. It had only captured the attention of the worldly inhabitant in the last few years. And elves usually spent a good lot their life in schooling. [b]Johanas-[/b] "A priest of Ryn, m'lady. Ryn is the god of dreams. We worship him and dreams, for dreams are windows to the soul and can often be used to predict the future in those that have 'the touch'." Someone behind him snorted slightly, but he didn't pay any attention to it. He was used to scrutiny toward his beliefs. "If you would like to be told more, I would gladly read to you from the book of Ryn. But there was a question posed before. I am on a simple journey to spread the word of Ryn, which is why I'm headed to the town. My companion here is on a quest of her own, but I'm not the one to tell you about that."[/size][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Dead-Angel [/i] [B]And if my grades don't get better I have to move to my grandparents house![/B][/QUOTE] [color=2244CC][size=1]This has to be the stupidest punishment I've ever heard of. How is taking you away from everyting you hold dear going to help you? Improve your concentraition? No. As for the help portion, study. Buckle down and do it. It's what I have to do. And it's much easier if you make some kind of study schedule. Maybe allow one hour for internet. One hour for friends. One hour for your boyfriend. And two or three for homework and studying. Just a suggestion.[/size][/color]

[color=2244CC][size=1]Lorn had thouroughly enjoyed his run. He jogged out of the woods and bent over to catch his breath, the small cuts he had recieved on his way already scabbing over. He wiped the bits of dirt from his shirt and pants and began walking home at a rather fast, cooldown pace. The sweat ran down his face in small streamlets dispite the cool day. He was a sweaty guy by nature. After he had gotten shot he had soaked his clothing in a matter of minutes. The ambulance ride had been the worst... The small, enclosing space... And the bumpyness... He had vomited twice, one with a goodly amount of blood mixed in. The doctors had kept him in the OR for nearly seven hours repairing the damage the bullet had done. A punctured lung. A shattered rib. A ruptured artery. Too much work. Too much damage. To much money... That's one of the main reasons he had left. Not the only reason, but the main one. All of the surgeries had cost nearly twenty thousand. Not much considering what Elektra was pulling out of the banks daily, but a lot for a college freshman working two part time jobs just to afford tuition, books, and rent. He had skipped out via train one night, leaving behind everything. Friends. Family. But most importantly the bills that piled up. He turned back into town, beginnign to pick up peoples emotions. A few panic stricken children being chased down the street by a convienence store owner. Apparently a twinkie was the cause. He turned the corner and came face to face with a middle-aged woman carrying an infant. The child gave off the stronget sence of love and trust Lorn had ever felt. He smiled. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Your baby is beautiful." She smiled at him. [b]Woman-[/b] "Thankyou." He began walking away and turned to give the child a wave. The infant waved back. His smile widened as their home came into view. Perhaps everything would be less hectic. He hoped, but didn't think so. A feeling of panic was eminating from the house. Panic, humor, and self loathing... He couldn't tell who owned each emotion yet, but soon...[/size][/color]

OOC: Not at al Ms. Reyes. I see no problem. --- [color=2244CC][size=1][b]Tr'shiel-[/b] "Thankyou." He looked down at her, eyes glowing a compassionate red. [b]Johanas-[/b] "No need to thank, miss. As Ryn says 'Help those in need, and when you are in need, they will help you'." He smiled. She smiled back still a little wary of the large Rengale. "So, if you don't mind me asking, where are you headed?" [b]Tr'shiel-[/b] "I'm headed to the next town on the road. And youself?" He chuckled a little. [b]Johanas-[/b] "I'm headed toward the same place. I plan on preaching the Word of Ryn to anyone that will listen. Perhaps I can gain a few more followers to the good religion." He smiled again, and shifted his hammer. It often dug painfully into his robes. "By the way, we don't know eachother properly yet." He stopped and held out his large hand. "I am Johanas Milintarian, Priest of Ryn and the Rengale people." [b]Tr'shiel-[/b] "I'm Tr'shiel Zogaurd." She took his hand and shook it, hers virtually disspearing into his. They both smiled and contiued walking.[/size][/color]

Just about anything from Sevendust's Animosity album makes the memories flow. Sevendust was playing at my local nightclub (The Rave), and me and a bunch of friends went to see them. About eight hours beforehand I had tried pot for the first time. Didn't like it then. I guess I should have trusted my first impression instead of keep going.

1) Your drawing isn't bad. The head looks a little disproportioned to the body, and the legs seem to dissapear under the cloak. Maybe try and add some shading all around and for the knees. 2) No double posting. *shakes finger* 3) There is such a thing as capitalization. I suggest you try it some time.

The morning was dewy and rather cold. The moisture felt great in his lungs even if his arm throbbed with every step he took. Surprising was the fact that he could run after all he had done during the night. Fighting. Getting shot. Links. Worries... He shook his head and turned his stride up another notch. Maybe he'd make his way over to the public track and get a couple dozen laps in. But on such a morning as this, the track would be packed. He shook his head again, this time in frustration, and turned into the park. He'd just run the trails for a while. The woods were great for stress relief.

Johanas walked down the road extremely slowly, taking in the beautiful night around him. Insects chirped cheerily in the underbrush. Night birds flew overhead on wings of silence with gazes that pierced all. The moon hung in the sky like a gigantic drop of molten silver into the cooling water of a blacksmiths barrel. He turned his hooded face up to it and smiled, his eyes turning from a glowing red to a lighter purple. The night had a way of calming him. The mystery and silence of nocturnal creatures was beautiful. Praise Ryn for such a thing as night time. Only she could be capable of creating a time when most races dream. [b]Johanas-[/b] "Simply beautiful..." He adjusted his hammer and continued to walk down the road. There was a town not much further ahead. He should reach it by morning, and then he could preach the teachings of Ryn to any that would listen. What a grand life.

[b]Lorn-[/b] "Come one." He held out his hand to Kalipso. Wiping the tears out of her eyes she took his hand and pulled herself up. She wavered for a moment, looking like she was going to fall back. Lorn wrapped an arm around her midrift and steadied her. "Let's get out of here." Kalipso looked up at him and smiled slightly. [b]Kalipso-[/b] "Yeah." Lorn released his link and drifted back into his body. He opened his eyes. They stung and burned. He wiped the sweat from them and stood, seeing Kalipso watching him from her bed. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Do you feel better at all?" She nodded. [b]Kalipso-[/b] "Yeah, a little. Thankyou..." Lorn smiled a little and walked over to the bathroom. He removed his shirt and wiped the sweat from his body with a towel. Linking always made him sweat. It was almost as excerting as the fight they had been in. He bumped his arm and bit back a scream. no one needed to be woken up after what they had all went through. He had felt something strange when he was in Kalipso's mind. Something she was trying desperately to cover up. He dried his hair and threw the towel into hamper. He went into his room and put on a pair of sweatpants, a new tshirt and his running shoes. He needed to run, it would calm him.

He rubbed his splinted arm. No one would pay for the surgery or doctoral visits, but Elektra was talented enough in the medical field. He itched his bullet wound. Amazingly, it was already beginning to heal. The bullet had been removed by Elektra by means he didn't really care for. She gave him a few painkillers, waited thirty minutes, then jammed a tweezers into the wound and dug around. Luckily, he fainted. Unluckily, he woke back up right before CR had come down, claiming Lorn had sent images. Perhaps, but he didn't think it was likely. [i]"Mommy ....dont go..."[/i] Lorn wheeled around, banging his arm on a doorframe. He cursed himself and looked around for the bearer of the voice. It had to be a young girl from the sound. And full of sadness... [i]"Hunny...mommy is sorry that she has to leave you..."[/i] This time an older voice. Also with great sadness, but also pain... They weren't voices... [b]Lorn-[/b] "They're memories..." A wave of sadness and fear swept over him. Why hadn't he senced it before? He was a goddamned empath! The sudden flow of feeling made him waver on his feet, almost falling twice. His skin had gone quite a bit paler than usual. Outside the sun just peeked over the horizon. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Ka... Kalipso?" He said breathlessly. [i] "Mommy...Mommy...wake up..."[/i] [b]orn-[/b] "Kalipso!" He ran across the house, wincing from the pain in his arm, and into Kalipso's room. [b]Kalipso-[/b] "Help..." He bounded acros her room, and checked her pulse. Elevated... Her breathing was heightened too, but she seemed physically ok. Mentally... Lorn sat down and placed one hand on her forehead. Direct links were a dangerous thing. Usually people used dreams as a medium of some kind. But with direct links, it's almost as if two minds become one for a few moments. Lorn inhaled and exhaled sharply. His concentration deepened. A small white glow of light began issuing from the middle of his forehead. His face contorted, slipping past the barriers of Kalipso's mind. So much fear and pain... It coated her mind like rust on a machine, weakening it. Finally he was through. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Kalipso?" He was floating through a mass of indistinct images. "Kalipso?" Far in the distance was a figure. It was her. She began to grow closer. "Well," he said to himself, "at least she's safe..."

[b]Name:[/b] Johanas Milintarien [b]Age:[/b] 114 [b]Species:[/b] Rengale [b]Calling:[/b] Priest [b]Physical Characteristics/Appearance:[/b] [i]-See Attachment-[/i] 6'2", 275lbs [b]Biography:[/b] Rengale are born full size. Birthed from their mothers the largest they will ever get. Johanas' mother died after giving birth to him. The bleeding was too much. not every Rengale goes into the practice of their religon, but enough do. The Rengale worsihp Ryn, the God of Dreams, and therefore are endowed with the power of Dreamscaping, or traveling peoples dreams. Johanas entered the priesthood at the age of twenty. His training went quickly, as all do, and he was assigned to a Citadel in the city of Molcum. The place of worship drew Rengale and all kind of other races. Johanas was extremely content. He loved spreading the word of Ryn, and he loved the people he got to meet. Seventy years after he joined the priesthood, the average age of a Rengale is about 400, he found corruption in his religon. The high priests did no more than embezel the money they recieved and no one seemed to care. He did. He murdered every single high priest he could get to. After that, he began traveling the countryside, preaching the [i]good[/i] word of Ryn. [b]Random fact:[/b] Johanas enjoys ceader-bark tea.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by pattiemoomoo [/i] [B]Jim Henson's Labyrinth' [/B][/QUOTE] *shudder* Two posts an you've already made an enemy... How can you possibly like that movie? The only good part was the tunnel of hands. [b]Requiem For A Dream-[/b] Just for the sheer reality and depth of the characters. Amazing story. [b]Black Hawk Down-[/b] I don't particularly like war films, but this one was just awesome. It was hard to keep track of the characters though... [b]Outbreak-[/b] I kind of like close apochalypse flicks. [b]Event Horizon-[/b] This is one of my favorite movies. A great psycological thriller. Plus some cool concepts. [b]Lilo and Stitch-[/b] 'Nuff said. [b]Star Trek: The Search for Spock-[/b] I love the old Ttar Trek movies. This one is really great. [b]Dune-[/b] Sand, sun, and spice. [b]Ferris Bueller's Day Off-[/b] Gotta love this flick. [b]Young Frankenstein-[/b] "Roll, roll. Roll in the hay!" [b]Sphere-[/b] Great concept.

;) --- Lorn: No! Captain! We have to help them! (He drops the kid and begins to run toward the ship) Gavynnn: (Softly) No Lorn... It's a lost cause... [i]Lorn turns to the captain and gawks.[/i] Lorn: What? Wha... Captain! That is [b]your[/b] ship! That is [b]your[/b] crew! You're just going to let them fall? Gavynn: Lorn, do you know of the Historian Ka'Plai? [i]Lorn stared angerly at the captain.[/i] Lorn: Of course! He's famous for his radical idea of a world below the clouds. Now stop wasting time! We have to save them! (Begins to run again) [i]Gavynn grabs his sholder.[/i] Gavynn: No, Lorn. It's already going down. See? (Points) [i]A gigantic blast of blue fire erupts from their port propeller. The ship begins to tilt. The starboard propeller attemps to compensate and explodes from too much stress. The ship begins to fall. The Skylards move away, knowing their job is done.[/i] Lorn: NO!!! (Turns to the captain, anger flaring in his eyes) It's your fault! you let them die! Gavynn: No. You see, Lorn. I believe Ka'Plai. I believe there is a world beneath the clouds. That is why I installed a parachute device. As soon as the ship drops below 8000 feet, it will deploy and float them to the bottom. We will get them. Not soon... Be we aren't going to leave them down there forever. For now, we have to get off this city. [i]Lorn stood dumbfounded. He wasn't sure what he had just heard.[/i]

Michelle ran past the two standing there. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Seventeen... I feel seventeen people. This isn't going to be easy. God I hope they don't have guns." The two heard the screen door clash shut. Michelle was in. "Here they come." [b]Elektra-[/b] "I only see nine!" Lorn nodded and rolled to the side, slicing through the first mans knee and sending him into a face first fall. He grunted as he hit the ground and began to scream, most of the bones in his face were broken along with a splintered knee. Elektra jammed one of her sais into the chest of the second to show up, lifting him off his feet and landing him on his back, one of his lungs punctured and bleeding a lot. He stared blankly down at the hole in his chest not seeming to comprehend he was dying. Another Panther swung wildly at Lorn with a steel pipe, missing him but allowing for another to come and attempt to take on Elektra. Lorn couldn't get a swing of his knifes in. The pipe was long and it cut off every opportunity. The man with the pipe struck the ground. Lorn quickly stepped on the pipe and slit his throat. He dropped to the ground clutching his gushing neck. Elektra jammed one of her sais into the eye of another Panther. [b]Elektra-[/b] "There's too many! Inside!" Lorn retreated, barely a step behind Elektra. White hot pain erupted in his left arm. Faintly, he heard the crack of a gunshot. "Lorn, keep going!" He suddenly felt extremely weak. He tipped to one side, was grabbed by Elektra and pulled in. He fell tot he floor, breaking a table and clutching his arm. [b]Lorn-[/b] "Shit! They fucking shot me!" He tried to move his arm and screamed. From the way it felt, the bone was shattered. He bit his tounge and stood up, grabing one of his knifes with his right arm. They still had a problem to take care of.

Lorn walked into his room slowly, and cautiously. Something was different. Maybe it ws the tension and hatred in the house at the moment, but he doubted it. He had felt both before, and it felt more harsh than simple anger. Almost... [b]Lorn-[/b] "Homicidal..." Lorn slipped on a pair of black pants and a grey tshirt. He walked over to the bathroom, again, and splashed cold water on his face. He had been jerked extremely suddenly from the dreamscape. He felt groggy and extremely slowminded. One minute he was on top of the building, watching Ryin go over the edge with a smile on his face. He jogged over and watched her fall. She was smiling with an impatient smile on her face. Just as Lorn jumped off, Ryin dissapeared. He landed gracefully on the pavement. The world then exploded in a white haze of pain and noise. For those that don't believe pain is able to register in dreams, they're extrtemely wrong. Ryin's scream wracked his brain and shot across every nerve in his mind like a bolt of lightning, white hot and searing. The world broke apart and he opened his eyes, clutching his head. Barely restraining the scream in his mouth, he got out of bed and ambled dwnstairs. He looked at himself in the mirror. He caught Kalipso out of the corner of his eye. She was in the doorway. [b]Kalipso-[/b] "Are you ok? You don't look to well... I thought you were going to faint back there." She thumbed downstairs. He turned around, mopping water from his face with a towel. "Panthers are coming. Better get ready." [b]Lorn-[/b] "I'm fine, you should go back and help CR. I don't need worry, he does." A little hurt, for the second time during the night, Kalipso turned away. He watched her go, feeling a small pang of guilt. A few months ago he wouldn't have hurt him in the slightest to make that kind of remark. But Ryin and everyone had changed him a little. Day by day it's a little more. He felt Kalipso anger slightly as she desended the stairs. [b]Kalipso-[/b] "Asshole," she muttered. He frowned slightly and turned back to the mirror. The groggyness seemed to be lifting, but he still felt rather slow to respond. [b]Lorn-[/b] [i]By the way Ryin, it was a dream I used to have. That rooftop place, that is.[/i] He walked to his room and grabbed his knives, readying himself for the fight, attempting to clear his mind of the weariness. He'd need to be sharp.

[b]Lorn-[/b] "I've haven't been dreaming Ryin. You know my dreams. I have other peoples nightmares. Empath curse I guess... But I haven't been getting anything for the past few days, and I've been sleeping well...." He looked at her with a rather sad face, unusual of his stoic self. "I'm getting worried. I'm not used to sleeping well. I'm used to being up four of the five hours I try and sleep. Maybe it's nothing... Maybe I'm beginning to control my power a bit better. I don't know..." They walked in silence. Neither talking. Nothing but a black void. These were Lorns dreams. Nothingness. Blackness. [b]Lorn-[/b] "So, you up for a bit of flying?" They were suddenly standing on a rooftop in downtown New York. "It's not the warmest weather, but the view is great."

Slowly, Lorn stood up. He had been sleeping unusually well as of late, and it disturbed him. Normal sleeping patterns were not a thing that came natural to the empathic man. Usually, he was plauged by the bad dreams of others. Dreams of walking down the street naked. Dreams of being killed while you walk down the street. Dreams of being alone... But these dreams were better than the nothing that he had been dreaming of recently. Lorn walked toward the bathroom, careful to avoid the creaky floorboards of the house. How boring this whole urinating this was. Why did he even bother to get out of bed? It was just so fucking boring... He pulled his boxers back up and walked back to his room, scratching his shoulder as he went. There were a few people up, and one was bored silly. [b]Lorn-[/b] [i]Kalipso... Go to sleep.[/i] "You're becoming annoying..." He said the last bit to himself, not wanting to upset her too much. He layed back down, his bed still slightly warm. Lorn pulled the blankets up to his chest and drifted back to a dreamless, disturbing sleep. Hopefully, tomarrow would be more interesting than the dreams he was having tonight.

Amazing? I was thinking more along the lines of not all that great, but whatever.

You might consider making a signup form for people to fill out instead of just having them state what they want to be. It's a good way to see who's really interested and guage their writing ability if you want restricted entrance. --- [b]Name:[/b] Simon Billiant [b]Age:[/b] 27 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Role:[/b] Asylum Patiant (Room next to Delhan.) [b]Bio:[/b] When Simon was young, he made a pasttime of capturing and slaughtering neighbors cats. He was quite good at it toward the end. He'd open a can of tuna and wait for them to come over. Then he'd grab them and snap their necks. The cats would be taken to the garage of Simon's house and gutted. He'd feed the innards to his dog and throw the skin away. He didn't care for the skin, what made him happy was the feeling of inside the cat. Warm. Later he graduated from cats to humans. He killed seventeen before the police caught up to him. One night as he was attempting to render a victim unconcious with ether, the police pulled up and stuffed him into the back of a cruiser. He was sent to the Asylum at the age of twenty and has spent seven years of his life there. They recently brought a new inmate in. Name of Myer. Maybe he could make a new friend.

[b]Name-[/b] Lorn Delesco [b]Age-[/b] 19 [b]Gender-[/b] Male [b]Weapon(s)-[/b] Two small, six inch, daggers. [b]Persona-[/b] Quiet. Extremely cynical and depressing. Has a slight supiriority complex. [b]Control-[/b] Empathy [b]Rank-[/b] Recon/Informant [b]Bio-[/b] After completeing highschool with a 4.0 average, Lorn went on to college. While on the campus in his first year, he was robbed and shot. His schooling went downhill after he recovered, never being able to concentrate and constant paranoia kept him back. He dropped out and went to work for a local supermarket. After about three months he became fed up with the people there and left. He never came back. Lorn wandered the country until running into Ryin purely by chance. He joined her 'gang' completely out of boredom, and actually grew to like everyone.

Obvious DW. Extremely so. ---- Gavynn: Damn... What could have happened to it? I had it at the last shop we were in... Where did it- [i]The captains face drained of color. His left eye began to twitch. Bewilderment was replaced by rage as color slowly came back to the mans face.[/i] Lorn: Sir? Gavynn: We're going back, Lorn... Go get your civilian clothes and meet me at the lifeboat in ten minutes. I know who has our prize. ______________ [i]Lorn appeared at the side of the captain in eight minutes flat. He was dressed in a pair of dark maroon pants and a navy blue shirt. The shirt was slightly tattered, but still looked good to the non-discerning eye. Lorn looked up at the captain and saw he had on a black cotton outfit. He wasn't smiling.[/i] Gavynn: Get in, bring the taser. We might need it. (He get's into the boat after Lorn steps in and starts the single, small propeller) Lorn: Who is it sir? Who has our sail? [i]Gavynn shook his head.[/i] Gavynn: All in good time... [i]They approached the docks Marra a little afraid. Perhaps they had been tracked with far-sight scope. Or maybe a Ra-Dar. The captain wouldn't have put either past the people of Marra. The docked soundly and paid the fee of one piece of eight. Slowly, the two got out of their ship and made their way, unfollowed, to the houses behind the large sail shop. A few people shot glances their way, but none seemed alramed or concerned. Gavynn carried a simple revolver, Lorn his taser.[/i] Gavynn: Lorn, do you remember the boy I ran into while we were fleeing to our ship? Lorn: Yes sir. What about him? Gavynn: That's who has our sail. Lorn: Wha- (Lorns face fell) No... Sir... I can't tourture a kid. I just won't be ab- Gavynn: It's ok Lorn, if everything goes right, all we'll have to do is intimidate. I don't want to hurt him either, he's probably just trying to stay alive with the cash he'd make from it. But we 'bought' it. I just want our property back. [i]The boy walked out from an alley. He looked at the two men, eyes widening. He ran.[/i] Gavynn: After him! [i]Gavynn and Lorn pursued.[/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Heaven's Cloud [/i] [B][color=indigo]I guess if she was really hot I'd invite her in...[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] I think it would be much more funny if the person showed up and was a man. i mean imagine this six foot seven body building strongman with a crewcut coming to your door and stating matter-of-factly that he used to be your lover in a past life. I'd laugh my *** off and invite him in for some nice herbal tea and maybe a bit of sodomy. I mean we used to be lovers right? So what's wrong with it. Too funny. Too funny. :)