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[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]The HOPE Project is set in England somewhere around 2900, when being a celebrity has been outlawed, medical care is paid for by the doctors and the Government lives 10,000 feet in the air to keep themselves safe. The populace has become nocturnal, because the damaged ozone layer and inner city pollution bathes the city in smog during the day. A branch of the police force known as The HOPE Project has ultimate power on the ground, and you don't want to get on the wrong side of them. They usually act with more than necessary force and extreme prejudice. If they take you away, you aren't coming back.[/font][/color]

[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]The narrative begins with two runaways making their way to the port to get out of Old City (what we call London). I don't want to give too much away, but those parts are up for grabs, and I'll talk more to whoever goes for them and as there's a bit of flexibility in terms of plot progression I'm more than happy to discuss ideas - nothing is set in stone! Their best bet upon arrival is to join a ship of drug traffickers. These guys are not smuggling coke or heroin, they deal in medicines; in 2799 a law was passed requiring all medical staff to fund their own training and supplies so that the general population could afford healthcare. As such only the rich or the well-funded can afford to practice medicine, and basic pills and solutions are sold and traded on the black market. While the clients are upmarket, the drug dealers are often not. They are mavericks, and there are often bloody fights between rival ships to keep their cashflow going. In a world where your identity number is tattooed into your skin at birth, they all use codenames and keep their identity secret from everyone, even their own shipmates. One of the most revered ships is the Aguamala, specialising in poisons and anaesthetics and captained by Morph Crow, a 25 year old woman with more piercings than digits and a foul temper to match. This just happens to be the ship on which our runaways find themselves.[/font][/color]

[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]In terms of parts, I'm looking for two people to play the runaways, and a ship's crew. I'll give you their code names, and you can work out backstories if you like, or I can give you a little help. A few have minor bits of plot attached to them already, and some will require heavier involvement than others, so bear that in mind.[/font][/color]

[u][color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Character list:[/font][/color][/u]

[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Arsenic North (male)â?? English â?? Guns â??nâ?? Ammo â?? 2 years 11 months[/font][/color]
[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Arsenic "Nick" North has been on the Aguamala almost as long as the Captain. He knows the trade, and he knows his weaponry. [/font][/color]

[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Novocaine Tennant (Female) â?? English/French â?? Pilot â?? 1 year [/font][/color]
[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Novocaine "Nova" Tennant is in illegal immigrant, having made her way to England by hiding herself in the Aguamala. When the old pilot was killed in combat she revealed herself to the crew, and took over at the ship's wheel. Morph, despite being angry with the stowaway she was impressed by her skill and agreed to take her on. That and necessity - good pilots are hard to come by and Nova is one of the best.[/font][/color]

[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Cyanide Kitts (Male) â?? African English â?? Hope insider â?? 2 years [/font][/color]
[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Cyanide Kitts knows one of the runaways from way back, when they were both in a state orphanage. Now he works within the HOPE organisation, but is still making his way up the ranks. He usually only meets the crew on docking to feed them pieces of info about the HOPE Project, and to tell them if and when they are being tailed. This is one of the lower-activity characters, so if you don't have a lot of time to devote this would be a good one to run with.[/font][/color]

[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Thalidomide Dann (Female) â?? French/English â?? Navigation â?? 1 year[/font][/color]
[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Thalidomide "Thally" Dann is Nova's cousin, and grew up in England on a trafficking ship. She's the future day equivalent of a river gypsy, knowing all the ways a ship can get out of a rough spot without hitting sat nav check spots. She's got romantic history with Valium Carson, and while she often pretends that nothing ever happened, he still hopes they'll get it together.[/font][/color]

[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Valium Carson (Male) â?? American â?? The muscle â?? 3 years [/font][/color]
[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Valium "Val" Carson is a huge hulk of a man with a skinhead and tattoos, but a very sweet nature towards the crew. He's fiercely protective, particularly of the women on board, and often acts as an intermediary between the slightly aloof Morph and her crew. He still keeps a photo of him and Thally in his bedside drawer, and though he usually seems cheerful, there's a part of him that wonders why she's become so distant from him.[/font][/color]

[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Meanwhile we also have Finn Fiasco-Starr, a doctor from Old City running away with Beatrixx, a code breaker and hacker for the government with a price on her head, running away to save their skins.[/font][/color]

[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]For your auditions, I'd like you to (obviously) state the character you're applying for and a writing sample. I'd really like the writing sample to be at least 200 or so words, and take place on the ship, just to give me a clear idea of what that would be like if you were playing that characters.[/font][/color]

[color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]I'm keen to get auditions done and out of the way ASAP because I'm off to Spain for two weeks from Sunday, so I'd really love to have this sorted before them, so I know I'm leaving the RP in safe hands while I'm gone![/font][/color]

So[font="helvetica, arial, sans-serif"][color="#282828"], any questions let me know and get auditioning. Really looking forward to reading these.[/color][/font]
Asrai [color=#282828][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif]x[/font][/color]
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Thally, signing in!

Thally tapped her well manicured nails on her cabin's desk, and snorted at the figures and navigation charts before her on the monitor. None of it looked even remotely profitable, nor even worth the risks they would have to take if they were to take on the cargo for several jobs that had been offered to them. It was one thing to be confident in her and her crewmates abilities, it was quite another to be stupidly suicidal.

Looking away from the monitor, her eyes trailed along the walls of her cabin. It was any arms dealer's or weapon enthusiast's wet dream. Guns, knives, swords, plasma weapons, maces, staves... almost any kind of weapon that existed was there, mounted on her walls. On the wall behind her was a mounted aquarium, filled with jellyfish. They undulated and pulsed, shimmering in the water under the light atop it. They were always fun to watch for a little while, especially when she fed them.

Thally sighed. She wasn't getting anywhere with her tasks, and she'd been working steadily for a couple hours sifting through the various data she'd been given by the captain. She needed a break, and what better way to take a break than to go to the mess hall and make herself something to eat? Stretching, she moved over to one of her walls and smiled. "I think I'll take you, you, and you." she said and plucked three various guns from her wall, and then opened a drawer and pulled out a gun cleaning kit. She exited her room and made her way to the kitchen. It was her turn to make dinner that night, so she rummaged through the pantry dry goods, and then the refridgerated compartment. Pork chops, stuffing, and apple pie made from scratch sounded like a good idea to her, and it wouldn't take all that long to prepare and cook either. And she'd be able to maintain her weapons while she had spare moments. She pulled a bottle of spiced rum from a cabinet and popped the top off and took a deep drink, then sat the bottle down on the table.

She got to work, pulling a taiwanese machette from her belt and began slicing up the pork with the precision of a surgeon. Within minutes, she had enough pork slices to feed almost thirty people. But, she simply just went about arranging the pieces of meat on several trays to put into the preheating oven. With the way the crew and captain ate, there would hardly be any left overs she'd need to worry about. After placing the meat in the oven, she set a timer and sat down to go to work on cleaning her guns. From outside the kitchen and down the hall, she could hear heavy footsteps trodding down it. The foot steps stopped just outside the kitchen, and Thally's eyebrow raised a hair. Instantly, she grasped one of her larger guns and kicked off the floor. she pivoted backwards on the chair's hind legs, and using the bolted down table as leverage to keep from hitting the floor. She leveled her gun, never looking behind her.

"Would you mind at least looking at me when you have that thing aimed at me? It really is kind of unnerving that you're not and have such perfect aim."

Thally sat her chair back down, smiling slightly. Val came to her side, and looked on at the table loaded with disassembled guns. "Interesting little party you have going on here. Like a tea party. A tea party where you'll die of lead poisoning." He looked on, and picked up an ancient pistol that still gleamed despite its age. "You always did like your weapons." He sat the gun back on the table, and looked at her.

"Of course. But as everyone knows, the small firearms-" Thally picked the gun back up and placed it to the far left, smiling slightly, "- go on the far left of the place setting." Val's brow furrowed, and he just shook his head. Thally went back to cleaning the gun in her hands. "Dinner will be ready in an hour. Would you mind letting everyone know?" Edited by Inuyasha Fandom
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[color=#000080]Nova ran her tounge across her white teeth as she looked at the screens in front of her before looking out the wide window towards the clouds. Sighing loudly she pushed the pilot seat away from the controls and walked over to the small machine on the back table in the cockpit, putting a cup under the spout she pressed a buttton and pinched the bridge of her nose as the smell of strong coffee flowed up to her nose as it poured into the cup. Picking it she neither waited for it to cool off or put anything in it as she took a large gulp of the black liquid. She looked up as a disgruntled snort sounded from the door way. [/color]
[color=#000080]"How can you do that No?"
"Well you see Baldy, some of us have what's call a give a damn, and others, like my self do not."[/color]
[color=#000080]Val chuckled as he sat in the co-pilot seat, something he did regularly when he wanted to talk, shaking her head she walked over and sat down heavily in the pilot seat.
"What's up skin head?"
He gave he a side ways glance before running his hand over his head.[/color]
Nova shook her head, she had figured it was something like that.[/color]
[color=#000080]"You can't expect me to give you love advice for my cousin can you?"
"You know her, your family, can't you talk to her?"
"Can't you?"
He blinked and leaned forward putting his elbow's on his knees and folding his hands under his chin.
"I've tried, she ignores me...or just blows me off."
Nova shrugged and leaned back in her seat taking another gulp of coffee before sighing and closing her eyes, which had begun to burn from looking at nothing but cloud cover for better part of the day.[/color]
[color=#000080]"I wish I could help you two Val, I really do. But I'm not getting drug into the middle of this, you two can tie your own boots, why can't you handle this?"
"Like I said she barely says anything to me, and when she does it's so cold."
Nova stood and walked over to the small tank in the left part of the cockpit, tapping the glass she smiled as a medium sized black rat poked it's head from under it's bedding, reaching it she picked it up and placed it on her shoulder and walked back to the table to get more coffee, picking up a small cracker and giving it to the rat as she did so.[/color]
[color=#000080]"Val, again, I wish I could help; but I have enough to deal with without getting caught up in the middle of your's and my cousin's love issues. I'm flattered you think I'm THAT close to her, but let's be honest with each other here; how man of us are really that close? We're on a pirate ship for all intents and purposes, why get that involved with a person when you have no idea if you'll see them the next day?"
"That's very morbid."
Nova placed the rat back into it's tank and say back down in her own seat while shrugging.[/color]
[color=#000080]"It's practical."[/color]
[color=#000080]Val sighed before nodding and getting up, his massive frame making the chair protest in the movement, she watched as he walked out and shook her head before pinching the bridge of her nose agian. Looking back through the window she sighed as a flash showed itself from behind a cloud, flipping the ship from auto pilot to manuale she flipping on all the monitors around her and pulled the charts Thally had made for her closer, the thermal storm looking worse by the moment as they drew closer, smiling she pushed the controls downward and ducked under a particularly rough looking cloud before pulling them back to right to avoid a high mountain crest, pulling them back up she punching through a thick cloud and exhaled as thick, dark rain began to hit the glass she was looking through. Her body was relaxed as she manuvered the ship smoothly and calmly through the storm, her expression somewhat blank, almost bored as they entered clearer skies again. Putting the ship back on auto pilot for the time being she stood and walked from the cockpit, her boots thudding loudly against the metal interior of the ship as she made her way to the dining hall of the ship, her stomch feeling pinched from hunger.[/color] Edited by Knuckles' Girl
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Valium 'Val' Carson

Carson stood on deck looking at the world through the harsh yellow smog that engulfed the world around him. The lenses of his mask making the world narrower and hissed with every filtered breath he took. Time seemed to stand still has he tried to look out at the world and only see muck and darkness, his eyes shifting to look over the ship even though he was standing on the top deck. There was only flat surface for most of it, save for the one tower that served as the brain of all the operations. And it was more like where Morph would shout her orders and the clarity of those orders always depended on her mood. Valium smiled under the mask, turning away from the smog and making his way to the lower levels, coming to one of the pressurized doors. He a digital number pad on the door, punching in a few numbers the door hissed and a loud clang followed as the door released. He grabbed the handle with his massive hand and pulled it open effortlessly, stooping over heavily to step into the lower decks and pulled the door closed behind him. The locks clanging back into place and the hiss following before he tore his mask off, he set it aside and removed his gloves next. Once they were tossed aside he rubbed his head where the mask had clung to his skin, feeling the slight indentations on his bald scalp. He could also feel a little fuzz on there, thinking to himself about needing a shave soon. 

He removed the rest of his protective clothing, hanging it up or placing it in its proper container to be sterilized from the outside world. He ducked under the support beam to get out of the room, but was able to stand at his full height of 6'10". He did almost touch the ceiling in some places but it was enough clearance to feel comfortable, moving through the halls easy enough to reach his quarters. Walking through the pneumatic door, he hung up his coat and felt the cold air the ship generated to circulate through the ship. Feeling it on his bare arms, exposing some of his extensive tattoo work of varying degrees of black and grey work to colorful works of art. He has several different written scripts as well, each one from a different book of a different faith. Val was a man who had faith in something more, something beyond the world of man and all of the smog. He just wasn't sure what was out there, but he believed that as long as he kept faith, no matter whose faith, he would find it in the end. He took a seat on his bed, creaking as his massive weight pushed down on the springs of three different mattresses. Letting his muscles relax he let his gaze wonder, his mind following as his eyes eventually found his end table. The solitary drawer seemed to call to him, finally giving into to the whispers he pulled open the one drawer and pulled out the one item that meant the most to him. The picture of him and the gypsy woman always made his heart beat just a little bit faster, no matter what happened during his day the photo always brought back those feelings. 

"Only time will tell, only time will tell." He said lightly to himself, setting the photo away and felt a new rush of energy, a life that he held on to that always kept a smile on his face in the best of times. And kept the fire in his chest when you used his muscle to fix the problem. His mind did wonder once more to the photo, and to the last time he had heard her say something about a particular tattoo on his on his left rib cage. 

'Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me.' Those words echoed in his mind, her words had been tender then and the world a little more simple, if only a little bit. The charge of new energy propelled him forward, leaving his room he moved through the halls quickly until he came to the narrow parts of the ship. Having to stoop down and squeeze through the hall ways, everybody always seemed to surprise that he could fit through these areas. Everyone but Morph really, she more or less expected him to fit or her temper would be let loose, but that was a common enough experience anyways. Trekking through, he came to the common area and felt relived to be back into the more open parts of the ship, and seeing Nick sitting in one of the arm chairs he took an opportunity to rest for just a moment.

"Bit surprised to see you here Nick, thought you might be in the armory." Val said as he sat down on the couch, the audible creak from the couch not drawing either mans attention.

"Already handled that, also checked on our supplies as well. Should be good for the next few months, even considering how much you eat." Valium gave him a toothy smile, feeling even now a rumble building up within him. Giving his stomach a quick pat, he spoke up once more.

"It is about that time now isn't it? Guess I'll go ave me so tea and crumpets eh?" Nick shook his head slowly at the giant.

"You have the worst English accent I have ever heard, leave it to the professionals." 
Valium let out a chuckle before rising from his place and moving once more, hunger striking him with all it's might. But, his thoughts of food and the sound of his stomach growling soon became second in his mind as a familiar scent hit his nostrils, and the form of Thalidomide appeared before him. 

"Hey Thally!" He tried to reign in his optimistic excitement as best he could, be knew he had failed enough so when she gave him only a sideways glance before walking off. Her page neither hurried not slowed, just confident and strong. He watched her disappear before him, rubbing his head once more and letting out a heavy sigh. A smile creeping on to his face as he turned toward the kitchen once more, his mind bouncing between filling his belly and Thally, the woman who he wouldn't let get away.

OOC: hope this a good start, if it needs any fixing let me know 😁
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Fab, guys, really great. Right now I'm in Spain and the internet is painfully slow, so I can't really sort through things properly. Knuckle's Girl - would you mind trying a writing sample for Nova if that's not too much trouble?

Really great. :) Try and rope more people in if you can.
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[left][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4][size=6]I[/size] miss the colours.[/size][/font][/left]
[left][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4][color=white]____[/color]Old Town is grey. The buildings are cement grey, the streets are dark grey, the sky is a smokey grey, the water is a muddy grey, even the food is more grey than anything else. Even black and white would have been a welcome sight. This grey is driving me insane. I would've taken to drinking a long time ago if I didn't have to stay on guard constantly. [/size][/font][/left]
[left][color=white]____[/color][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4]That's a lie. I would've taken to drinking if it hadn't been so hard to get my hands on a proper drink down here. Maybe the ship giant can get me something remotely amber. [/size][/font][/left]

[left][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4]The docking area is a shabby place, in a shabby quarter. The deeper you go into Old Town, the more people have to hide, and the less afraid they are of being found. HOPE Project isn't feared here as much as it is hated. My trench coat doesn't make much of an impact around here, my respirator more of a fine trophy than a symbol of order. Some know who I am. Enough to keep me mostly unharmed, but not enough to be at more risk than absolutely necessary. [/size][/font][/left]
[left][color=white]____[/color][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4]I am Officer Kitts, HOPE Project intelligence officer ambitiously climbing in rank, representative and protector of the Old Town and its Law, bearer of the scarlet and grey.[/size][/font][/left]
[left][color=white]____[/color][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=4]I am Cyanide Kitts, smuggler, maverick, spy and informant, 2 year crew member of the Aguamala and in need of a bloody drink alright. [/size][/font][/left]

[center][size=4][font=georgia, serif]angels.[/font][/size][/center]

[left][size=4][font=times new roman,times,serif][size=6]T[/size]he engine of the ship is like music to my ears. I can't wait to be done and get out of here. The landing lights go on, bathing the docking area in a lighter grey. Through thick foggy waves the hull of the Aguamala appears like some proper fat and metallic angel of death descending down on Earth. The poetry of it makes me smile while the ship docks and starts preparing for boarding. The captain wouldn't be coming out today, I'm sure, so I would have to go up to her cabin instead.[/font][/size][/left]
[left][color=white]____[/color][size=4][font=times new roman,times,serif]Carson, the giant, and North jump out of the craft as soon as it opens up. North is sharply keeping guard as usual, though barely noticeable as he absently fumbles with some ship parts. I walk up to him, we both nod - greeting, understanding, agreement - and I go in to set out for the captain. [/font][/size][/left]
[left][color=white]____[/color][size=4][font=times new roman,times,serif]'Hope,' Carson mumbles behind me as I go inside. [/font][/size][/left]
[left][color=white]____[/color][size=4][font=times new roman,times,serif]'Hope,' I mumble back, long out of range.[/font][/size][/left]

[/blockquote] Edited by Boo
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[color=#b22222][size=2]Arsenic "Nick" North let out a sigh as he held the picture up to the dim candle. It was of a eight year old boy with shaggy brown hair and green eyes with a smile on his face that could brighten the world. A small smile tugged at Arsenic's lips then quickly disappeared as he set the picture down and blew out the candle. "Time for work"

"Lights" Suddenly the room filled with light revealing just how expansive his area was. His room was connected to his shop due to the fact he rarely ever left his workplace unless Morph called for him. Different types of machines and workbenches ran along the left side of the shop while numerous types of tools hung on the walls above them. The right side of the shop ran weapons lockers all the way down housing an arsenal of weapons that would get him a life sentence if HOPE ever raided this ship. Due to his past he had acquired numerous underground and black market contacts as well as a mole inside the HOPE agency.[/size][/color]

[size=2][color=#b22222][font=Arial]Next to the door was several cabinets that held files for each member of the ship and what weapons he had assigned to them. Order was his strong point and it was obvious by the state of cleanliness and borderline OCD order he kept his room, shop and weapons in. He walked to the door and opened it up. Outside the door to his shop was another locker the held weapons he needed to work on. Currently he was ahead of schedule and all that was left was a plasma pistol. He opened the locker and pulled it out mumbling under his breath as he did. â??T-847. Semi auto or three round burst. Energy cell holds nine shots. Thermal vent located at the front on top of the housingâ? He mumbled its specs off as he walked to one of the benches. He checked it to make sure it was clear then set it down on the bench and pulled a long pronged shaped tool of the wall in front of him. He slid it down the barrel then twisted as he pulled backwards on the grip. [/font][/color][/size][font=Arial][size=1][/size][/font]
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[size=2][color=#b22222][font=Arial]The weapon separated into two pieces that he set down before standing up and walking to a cabinet. He opened it up revealing bottles of liquor and a row of glasses. He took down on the glasses and poured it three quarters of the way full with whiskey before shutting the cabinet back. As he turned back around his eyes fell on a locker that had the HOPE emblem on it. He never opened this locker cause he did not care to see what was inside it again. It bore two heavy duty locks, one a combination and the other a key lock. He went back to the bench and within a minute had the upper receiver and grip completely dismantled and found the problem.[/font][/color][/size][font=Arial][size=1][/size][/font]
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[size=2][color=#b22222][font=Arial]â??Bad searâ? He mumbled under his breath as he took a sip of his whiskey then went and grabbed a replacement piece. It only took another minute for the gun to be completely put back together. He stood up and hit a button on the control panel causing a plate to slide up revealing nothing but clouds. It was pretty much his personal shooting range, smoking area, and thinking spot. He walked into an adjoining room that housed every type of energy cell known to mankind and hundreds of them. He located the specific type and loaded the weapon then stepped outside. It was nice that the Aguamala flied above the thick layer of smog so he didn't have to wear a respirator every time he stepped out. He took another sip then set his drink on the little table he had setup then lit a cigarette, before taking aim and firing the weapon several times on both settings to make sure it was operating perfectly. He sat down in the bolted down chair next to the table and unloaded it then went about cleaning it. Everything outside he had set up had too be bolted to the shop itself due to the fact sometime Nova got a little crazy. Though he was outside their was no wind due to the way the ship was designed. The air rushed over and didn't mess anything up but the sun could still be felt. After he finished cleaning the gun, smoking his cigarette, and killed his drink, he proceeded back inside shutting the panel as he went back inside.[/font][/color][/size]

[color=#B22222][font=Arial][size=2]He put the gun back in the locker so its owner could come by and claim it then went back into his shop to began his three hour long cleaning. He started at the door and worked his way clockwise, cleaning every inch of everything. Not a single tool, weapon, and surface was left untouched, even the ceiling was dusted. The only thing not touched was the HOPE locker. After he finished he went inside his private quarters and sat down in the chair and scooted up to the many screens that covered the far wall. He typed in his three passwords and all sorts of information, weapon specs, blueprints came up on the screens. He checked the encrypted line to see if Cyanide had passed along anything for the captain before going back to look at anything new or improved he could get his hands on for the Aguamala.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=#B22222][font=Arial][size=2]He leaned back running his hands through his neatly kept brown hair and goatee. At thirty two years old he was one of the older members of the ship's crew and had served on the ship the third longest. The only two that had been here longer was the captain herself and Valium. He shut down the computer and screens then grabbed a towel and made his way towards the gym to do his workout. Every day was the almost the exact same for him. He hardly spent any time with the rest of the crew and barely talked at all. The only ones he had carried on anything close to a conversation was the captain and Val. He reached the gym and spent his normal three hours pushing his body. one and a half hours was devoted to weights while the last one and half was cardio and sparring. Normally he sparred by himself unless Val or Morph happened to be here at the same time as him. This day neither were present so he sparred alone. [/size][/font][/color]

[color=#B22222][font=Arial][size=2]He went back to his room when he was finished to shower and change. After the shower he stood in front of the mirror and trimmed his hair and goatee. His emerald green eyes glinted from the light above the mirror as he washed his face off. He cleaned and reorganized the sink and shower before turning off the light and getting dressed. His eyes traveled to the clock right as it hit seven pm. He always finished as seven. He let out a smile that quickly faded as he made his way towards the mess hall to get dinner.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=#B22222][font=Arial][size=2]Hope that works for you. Can't wait to start this[/size][/font][/color] Edited by Sazabi
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Hey guys!

I have managed to steal some Catalonian wireless so I'm not going to be as AWOL as I previously feared, which is great.

The cast list is:

Sazabi - Arsenic

Boo - Cyanide

Nergil Pendleton - Valium

Inuyasha Fandom - Thally

Knuckle's Girl - Nova

So that's everyone! The thread is up, so get posting!

x Edited by Asrai
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