Re: *insert witty subject name here* « Result #1 Yesterday at 4:39am »
*Kylie taps her foot impatiently, the cake forgotten as she looks to her boys before looking toward the door, wondering if anyone else will come in. EVER.
Active players already involved, I hope you continue.. the characters we have already developed are very interesting and I am dying to see how they play out.
From beneath, it devours « Result #3 Yesterday at 4:27am »
*This late at night there were few, if any, residents out and about on the dusty streets of Deepdwellers Gulch. The night was still and silent. A thin sliver of a moon shared the night sky with a single winking star. Windows in houses and storefronts were dark. Although there was no wind to speak of, a single tumbleweed made its way down the main street, coming to rest on the hitching post out the front of the Deepdweller Brothel. Inside, Tamassa’s “Ladies of the Night” were doing what they did best; servicing the few men that had survived the night so far. They sensed something in the air, a portent of what was to come perhaps, but were too entrenched in their business to pay it much mind.
Under the dirty crust of the town, beneath the streets and rusty plumbing, were the tunnels that led to the mines. Many residents did not know they existed. Those that did know of their whereabouts, thought it of no importance. For the three souls making their way through them on this fateful night however, these tunnels might just become their tombs.
A low rumbling could be heard to the three, if either of them cared to listen to it. A smell, similar to sulphur, could be smelled; faint at first, but quickly becoming overpowering. They had disturbed something during their time in the mines - something that had been lying dormant for longer than the town itself. Now it was awakening, and the town would be forever doomed.
The low rumbling quickened in pace and the sound soon became deafening. Even those above ground in Deepdwellers Gulch would be able to hear the terrifying sound. But it was not enough to be of any warning, as the ground started to shake. The few trees surrounding the town ripped their roots from the dry earth, as if in fear of what lay beneath it. Their brittle trunks fell over, branches shattering upon impact. Houses shook, some splintered and fell apart, though it was the centre of town that was the hardest hit. The brothel, one of the oldest establishments in town was soon reduced to nothing but a pile of wood. Being vampires, the whores did not respond well to the wooden splinters flying through the air, all of them soon becoming dust that blew down the main street on a sudden gust of wind to join the rest of the dust filled air. Screams filled the night, some of them in agony, most of them in fear, as a deep sense of impending death settled over the town almost immediately.
For those three within the mine, the air was soon sucked out of the tunnels as the earthen walls and ceilings collapsed, trapping them within.
On the outskirts of town, several miles from the brothel but close enough to feel the rumbling underfoot, an old man limped his way to a grimy window of his shack. Wiping the dusty pane, he peered out at the dark town, the screams on the air making him shiver. Beaded perspiration appeared on his top lip and he licked at it anxiously. He had read the old papers as a boy, his father being the son of the towns caretaker all those years ago. He knew that his father had dismissed the old parchments as hogwash, but the old man had always known that one day the prophecy would be fulfilled.
~”From beneath, it devours..”~he quoted, in a dry raspy voice, before he made the sign of a cross and blessed himself. Limping back towards his bedroom, he pulled out his trusty shotgun, polishing it with his sleeve, before he cocked it and placed it under his chin.
~Heaven help them…~ he rasped as a lone tear slipped out of his bloodshot eye. Closing his eyes, he pulled the trigger. *
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The Death and Resurrection of Talisen Phoenix « Result #4 on Nov 25, 2009, 3:57am »
Death was not what Talisen expected.
But then this couldn’t be death surely?
He was still aware, conscious, time moved differently true, And he had no body to speak of, but he was still mindful, lingering in the shadows. Nothing but a breath on the back of the neck, a whisper you can hear, calling to you in the darkness.
Talisen wasn’t sure where he was exactly, he had moved on, travelled through space, he felt himself leave Lucien’s Dungeon, felt himself crawl over the dead bodies of his townsfolk. He felt his Queen and friend cry out in pain as Lucien’s forces attacked. He could feel his school tremble on that hallowed earth. The Children inside whimper for their mothers and their fallen headmaster, Lucien felt a sudden surge of guilt and regret creep up his nonexistent spine. If only he hadn’t been so stupid. Lucien knew exactly where to strike, through his students, and now he was out of the way.
Talisen thought about the last battle against Lucien, the battle where good was victorious, Talisen didn’t know how the battle was faring this time around, but he had a bad feeling, it was not going to plan, he could feel Morthika scream in pain, being torn apart by the demonic energies.
Talisen was a different person then, full hardly, powerful and stubborn. He was a general in Moridanu’s army and he led the last of the Battlemages against Lucien’s forces. Along the way however, he was separated from the rest of Moridanu’s forces and as a result his platoon was forced to build an outpost at the old Avalon Ruins, which would one day be his Academy for Magic.
As good fortune would have it, The Battlemages spied a secret platoon of Lucien’s generals planning to sneak past Avalon and attack Moridanu’s main force from behind. Powerful Ogres and Demons that would kill thousands. So the battle raged. Though the Battlemages were trained in all forms of combat, magic was their main forms of attack and defence, and magic was exactly what the demons and Ogres were resistant too. Everything the Mages through at them simply disintegrated, it was the reason they had been assembled to attack from behind, Moridanu who was Lucien’s greatest fear would have little effect on the Demons, not at first anyway, until their resistance was whittled down. Talisen watched in horror as his Mages were cut down, until he was all that was left. Bloodied and broken Talisen made the decision that changed his life forever. He used the last of his energies to contact the Goddess Morrighan, the dread goddess of War and Magic, she was the patron saint of Battlemages and Talisen’s last hope. But contacting a goddess and asking the permission to invoke her was no easy task, it was a tactic few knew, and not without its consequences.
Talisen managed to invoke the goddess, twisting his body into a terrifying creature of tooth and claw; he killed the Demons in minuets, and lay panting in a pool of blood and bone. His energies depleted, he was a mage once more. But the Goddess had taken his eyes in payment for the invocation.
And now he was nothingness. All his great deeds and past mistakes nothing but wind. He needed to reclaim his body or build a new one. There had to be a way. He needed help.
((I would LOVE someone to jump in and help Talisen FINALLY come back to life, but if nobodies interested, I’ll carry on alone, if you want to help out, just jump in, keep in mind this happening around the same time as the war, it may have just ‘ended’ for all we know, so maybe your characters stepped aside for a second, don’t worry too much about the timeline of it all. it’s not uber important.))
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Re: Taken « Result #5 on Nov 24, 2009, 5:09am »
*Arianwen’s entire body shrunk with fear as she looked up with huge eyes at the two men that had just entered the room. She was naive in the way of man, but knew enough from her time at working at the Dancing Devil Inn to know the look of lust when she saw it. Despite their empty words of reassurance, Arianwen scrambled backwards and away from them until her back smacked against the wall. It wasn’t enough to stop them though as they soon had their grimy hands all over her tender and chaste body.
Arianwen screamed, the sound deep and husky in a throat that was seldom used for talking, which only seemed to spur the men on. They seized her, the smell of them making her gag as their hands hurt her. Her blouse was ripped open, revealing her pert breasts which were soon grasped hard by greedy hands. Arianwen cried out in pain and one of the men laughed, while his hand went up her skirt in search of something else to grab. She tried to fight them off but they were both too strong for her. Tears streamed down her face and she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.
As her eyes were shut, she didn’t know why the man stopped at first. When she opened her eyes warily, she saw the man that had just been about to rape her, staring down at her with wide glazed eyes. A blade was sticking out of the mans mouth and Arianwen screamed again. The body of this man was then flung over Arianwens head, and she scrambled backwards, glad that for the time being at least there were no hands on her. She watched wide eyed as a new arrival flung the body down the well. He was a stranger to Arianwen, but given the fact that he had just stopped her from being raped, she was willing to root for him instead of the other pig that was still left in her cell.
Something about the way the man was dressed reminded her of Gwydion, and she wondered if this man was a friend of his. His words to her were kind enough, and she allowed herself to relax slightly as the man turned his attention to the other nasty beast that was now cowering in a corner begging for his life.
Arianwen watched to see what the stranger would do, but was surprised when he handed over the hilt of the sword to her, asking her what she would like to do with the man. Arianwen had not one mean bone in her body, however she could still feel the mans wretched hands up her skirt and on her breast as she lifted the heavy sword in front of her. Walking over to the man she dragged the sword beside her, the weight too much for her lift in her current state of fright and fatigue. Struggling to find the words, she spoke in her broken English.
~Arianwen want… man.. feel.. fear.. pain.. like Arianwen..~ she looked to the stranger with wide eyes. ~You… hurt.. man?~ she asked, handing over the sword. *
Re: The Carnival - Henmei shikei « Result #6 on Nov 24, 2009, 4:35am »
*Jo was grateful for the warm support when Tommy carefully draped his arm around her shoulder and started rubbing her arm to warm her up. Jo nodded as he told her she looked freezing, her lips turning blue as she moved closer to him still so that soon she was snuggled up against his wet chest. She almost suggested that he take off his white undershirt, as it really was soaking wet, but considered it best to keep her mouth shut given their current situation. Now that she sat so close to his body, she could feel him shivering too, and without thinking about what she was doing, she reached her right arm out so that it was wrapped around his stomach, pressing her body against his so that perhaps their two bodies could keep each other warm. The cold wind continued to blow despite the warmth of the fire, and she was even more grateful when Tommy shifted slightly so that he was blocking the wind from her.
She grimaced as he mentioned her ankle, and Jo shook her head when he asked if she had anything to wrap it with. ~No, I have a first aid kit, but Katie used the only bandage I had a few weeks ago, and I didn’t think to replace it.. stupid really..~ she trailed off as her thoughts turned to Katie, and she felt fresh tears prick the corners of her eyes. Sniffling, she pressed her face into Tommy’s broad, though wet, chest. She figured that as his shirt was so wet, he wouldn’t notice if her tears wet it even more.
Soon, Tommy was telling her about a time that he had had a wrecked ankle and Jo listened to his heart beat while his words washed over her. Huddled together in the dark cave with the crackling fire and the roaring wind, she finally started to feel warm and hoped that she was helping to keep Tommy warm as well. She smiled in the dark as she realised he was just trying to keep her mind off things. She was pretty lucky really, to have stumbled into this nightmare with such a nice guy. He could have been a real pervert, a sleaze, or even worse. He could not be here at all. The thought of facing this all on her own made her shudder even more violently, and she tightened her grip of Tommy as she squeezed her eyes shut and wiped her eyes against his shirt. Raising her head, as he showed her his scar, she rolled her jeans leg up so that he could see her knee. Two long scars were on either side of a knee cap that had clearly seen better days.
~Well, if you want to compare surgical scars..~ she laughed softly. ~This here is the reason I could never be a professional dancer. It was quite sad really, I had made it through the first six auditions for Julliard and then came the time for the final audition. They had even promised me a full tuition, and there was talks of Boris Kelnatof from the Russian Ballet coming to see me perform.. nothing like a bit of pressure right?~ she smiled grimly.
~Everything was perfect, and then in my final contemporary piece, my leg went left, and my knee went right. I fell like a sack of shit onto the stage and I knew that it was the end.. I didn’t even remember the ambulance. I just remember waking up after the surgery and the doctors told me I would never dance again. Hell, it took six months of physio just to be able to walk properly without a cane.. I hated that freakin cane..~
She blinked suddenly, realising that she had just wandered back four years into her past. Laughing nervously, she brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes as she tried to bring the conversation back to the present.
~Wow.. Japan eh? It sounds like you have led such an interesting life. I haven’t travelled anywhere but home and New York really, though we did fly out to Hawaii for Spring Break. That was a blast.. you should’ve seen the trouble we got into… Katie…~ The words died on her lips as the tears she had thought stopped, soon started to fall again. Sniffling, she struggled to be tough. ~I’m sorry for being such a baby, it just.. it keeps hitting me over and over again that she is really.. dead, ya know? And I can’t bear to think about the others… I keep hoping that maybe they got away, that they too are trapped somewhere, hopefully together, and hopefully okay… but… I know deep down that that isn’t likely.~ She shifted slightly so that her head was now resting on Tommy’s strong bicep of the arm that was wrapped around her, while her own arm lay loosely around his torso. The crackling fire popped suddenly as a stick or leave burnt quickly, and Jo jumped slightly before realising it was just the fire. The wind had died down finally, and although they could still hear the rain outside, there appeared to be no more noise coming from the mystery force that was crashing through the forest. As she listened carefully though, another sound was soon carried to her on the wind. A sound that sounded oddly familiar.
~Do you hear that?~ she asked, sitting up suddenly. Looking into Tommy’s eyes, she wondered if he could hear the same sound. It sounded like.. music. Only a different kind of music than one would hear on a stereo or radio. This music was tinny, and sounded just like the music they played over the P.A system at cheap carnivals - just like the carnival that they had entered all those hours ago. As the realisation of what the sound was that she heard, her eyes widened and she stared hard at Tommy.
~Can you hear that??? It sounds just like the carnival!~ She began to look around the cave. The sound wasn’t coming from the opening in the cave that they had come through; instead it seemed to be coming from behind them. And now that she had identified the sound, it was definitely getting louder. Jo could smell hotdogs and popcorn and she felt a fresh case of gooseflesh ripple all over the body. Suddenly scared by this latest development, Jo wrapped both arms around Tommy’s slightly dryer waist and looked up at him with wide eyes.
~Why the hell can I hear and smell the carnival in a cave in the wilderness? And please, for the love of all that is good in this world, tell me that you can hear and smell it too? Otherwise I really have gone crazy…~ she bit her lower lip anxiously as she waited for him to answer. *
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Re: The Carnival - Henmei shikei « Result #7 on Nov 23, 2009, 10:40pm »
Tommy grinned when Jo said that chivalry wasn’t dead, and he nodded slowly, “Well what can I say, guess I’m an old fashioned kinda guy.”
He nodded again when she told him she didn’t have a change of clothes, and wondered what she would do until he heard her working out of her soaking sweater. Keeping his eyes shut while she changed was one thing, but he couldn’t keep them shut their entire stay in this cave – so he waited until she told him it was alright, and then chuckled quietly at her comment.
He shook his head, “Well not all four at once…” He opened his eyes and of course tried not to sneak a peek, and for the most part did rather well. But when she shifted closer and sat against him, he couldn’t as easily ignore such thoughts, and was finally aware that he was sitting in a fire-lit cave with a very attractive, topless young lady who was having trouble covering her chest with her arms. What a lucky guy, huh? He would suggest putting their pants out to dry, too, but that would probably be pushing it…
Tommy could easily not stare at Jo, but sneaking the occasional glance was unavoidable, no matter how chivalrous he may be. But seeing as Tommy was such a super sleuth, he had gotten pretty good at sneaking peeks at people without them noticing.
“You look absolutely freezing…” He heard her teeth chattering when the wind blew in, so he shifted as close as possible, and draped his arm around Jo’s shoulders. Trying to come off as least threatening or pervy as possible, he rubbed her arm to try and help warm her up, since she was now shirtless – although, Tommy’s undershirt was pretty wet as well, so he was soon shivering along with her. When another gust blew in, he positioned himself to try and protect Jo from it. There weren’t any jutting rocks or corners in this fairly small cave, so he was the only shield from the wind she had.
When Jo lifted her pant leg to look at her ankle, Tommy looked down as well, and grimaced, “That’s a pretty gross looking ankle ya got there, gal…Once we get out of here I’ll get you to a hospital, but do you have something to wrap around it in the meantime?” He wouldn’t hesitate to use his undershirt as a makeshift bandage for her ankle, but wanted to find out what other first aid supplies she had on hand, first.
“Reminds me of this time I was in,” he chuckled and shook his head at the irony of being reminded of this particular story, “actually, I was in Japan, my case had taken me to Aokigahara…‘Sea of Trees’, affectionately nicknamed ‘Suicide Forest’…The trees are so dense and the mountains are full of metal, so even with a compass it’s easy to get lost…”
Trying to keep Jo’s mind off the cold and her injured ankle, he figured a story would be a fine idea – it would also serve to keep his dirty mind otherwise clean, “I was tracking this real bad mofo, he had stolen…” he paused, eyes rolling upwards as he chose his words, “a family heirloom, from my client…After three days of tracking him through this snow-covered forest I finally retrieved the heirloom, but wound up not only utterly and hopelessly lost, but I’d been shot, hit by two poisoned darts, and my ankle had been absolutely smashed by a great big pipe.”
He lifted his pant leg a little to show her his ankle, and the small surgical scar which served as proof that an operation had taken place, “I wandered around that forest for another three days before finding my way out. So we’ll be fine, gal, I’m good in tricky situations.” He nodded and rubbed her bicep soothingly, feeling her body finally beginning to warm up.
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Re: Going great guns! « Result #8 on Nov 23, 2009, 7:07pm »
Hey guys.
So, it appears that this plot has become a Tumbleweed blowing restlessly around the town of Deepdwellers Gulch. This breaks my heart because the plot has such HUGE potential. I realise that I am mainly to blame for stalling, it was just that playing SO many characters at once proved to be too draining when working on a post as it took HOURS for me to type ONE post. Also, real life shit caused other people to stop posting, hence.. the big dust storm.
BUT, Dak (aka The Brilliance) and myself have decided enough is enough. We know what this plot could be, so we have decided to breathe some life back into its dusty and brittle bones. When we stopped playing, some of us were underground in the mine, unearthing some pretty strange finds, while the rest were in the hotel getting their freak on with some sexy vamps. See why we cant let this rest??
So... there is going to be a earthquake.
For active players:
If you are underground, and want to continue playing, there is going to be a cave in in the mine, due to the earthquake. Survivors will crawl to the surface, and wander around dazed and confused for a while. If you dont want to carry on with the plot, your C can die in the cave in.
The same goes for those of you at the hotel, which is going to collapse due to the earthquake. Those of you wanting to carry on playing can crawl out of the rubble and walk around dazed etc. Unfortunately the vamps all die. While it was fun to play them, I still have Tamassa. Also, I will be introducing my new Character, the manager of the local general store. Her shop is quite large with a house behind it, so she will offer beds for anyone at the hotel who needs a place to sleep.
There will be a town meeting to discuss the effects of the earthquake and the scary ominous feeling that has now settled upon the town (why do you think we had the earthquake folks?? Cause something Truly Evil gets released from the earths crust.. mwuahahaha.. ) This gives NEW PLAYERS a perfect opportunity to enter the plot as they can create a character that lives in town, and have them rock up to the meeting.
Please remember that so far the characters have only been human and vampire, aliens will be introduced later and possibly demons. It all depends on the big bad that is to be unleashed. Alot of people will die, and some already have, so a new Sherif is also due to arrive soon.
That said.. I hope alot of you come out in force to join up with such a epic plot. BUT.. please read this carefully...
Please, Please, PLEASE DO NOT sign up for this plot if you only plan on posting here and there, and know that you might disappear for a month or more without notice. We are getting very frustrated with people who sign up for plots and then just disappear, leaving the other players hanging. Of course, those of us who have been here for MANY years know that real life hits hard sometimes, and we have all been guilty of little breaks, that is FINE. BUT PLEASE respect the fact that people involved in this story are making a COMMITTMENT to play, post regularly and dedicate time and enthusiasm to making this a kick ass plot. If you dont share this same motivation, then please enjoy reading it, but refrain from joining unless you can meet these requirements. It pains me that I even have to say this, but we have lost WAY too many players because of their frustration due to this factor, that I feel I have to say SOMETHING, ya know?
So, if that hasnt scared you off, and I hope it hasn't.. lets play shall we?
I will have the new thread started by the weekend, feel free to jump in and post whenever you can (no turn taking required unless you are involved in interactions with another C.)
Re: The Carnival - Henmei shikei « Result #9 on Nov 23, 2009, 6:47am »
*Jo let out a sigh of relief when Tommy told her that they could afford some time to rest, the sigh quickly turning into an exhalation of ~woah~ when he swooped her up into his arms and carried her towards the cave. His arms felt strong around her, and as she reached up to wrap her arm around his neck, Jo could not help but study his face more carefully now that she was so close to it.
He was ruggedly handsome, and Jo felt herself starting to blush at the whole situation she had found herself in. She started to squirm slightly, growing uncomfortable at their closeness, but was saved from further embarrassment when he placed her gently down on the ground inside the cave so that she could lean back against the cave wall. Letting out a long shaky breath, Jo nodded as he told her as he was going to find some branches. Leaning back against the rocky wall, Jo closed her eyes for a moment, thinking that there might just be a crazy chance that perhaps this crazy nightmare would be over when she opened them again. But when her eyes did flutter back open, all she saw was Tommy returning with some relatively dry branches. She watched silently as he expertly lit what soon became a warm, roaring fire and then came over to sit by her. Despite the warmth of the fire, Jo began to shiver quite violently as a gust of cold wind blew in, causing her teeth to chatter. Her clothes were soaking wet, and she knew that she had to take them off so that they could dry out. Tommy clearly had the same idea as he shifted out of his shirt, revealing a tight white undershirt that clung to his muscular torso. Not that she was looking of course. She laughed nervously at his comment about lending her his jacket.
~Well, thanks for the intended chivalry at least.. its nice to know it aint dead, as many females fear these days..~ She gulped when he asked if she had anything dry to change into in her bag.
~Uh no… no clothes unfortunately. But you are right.. I really should try to get dry.. ~ Wrestling with her modesty and her growing sense of frostbite, Jo soon gave in to getting warm and started wiggling out of her tight red sweater, the wool wet and soggy as it clung to her skin. Finally managing to wrangle it over her head, she pulled the sleeves out and spread it out on the rocky floor near the fire. Aware that she was now wearing nothing but wet jeans and a lacy light blue bra, Jo crossed her arms in front of her, trying to cover her chest with little success. Shivering more violently as another gust of wind blew in, Jo found her teeth starting to chatter.
~It’s sooo cold..~ she muttered, through clenched chattering teeth. Almost without realising it, she shifted closer to Tommy, desperate to sit closer to him for some added warmth. Glancing over at him, she wondered if his eyes were open or not. Realising that he couldn’t keep his eyes closed the whole time they waited for their clothes to dry, Jo rolled her own eyes as she edged even closer to him until their sides were touching. ~I appreciate the gesture, but you don’t have to keep your eyes closed. I’m sure you have seen a girl in a bra before… if not a soaking wet, terrified and exhausted one with a throbbing ankle and knee..~
At the mention of her ankle, she bent over to pull her jean leg up and examine her ankle. In the flickering fire light, she could see that it had swollen to twice its normal size. The ointment had brought the bruising out, and it was now black with nasty bruises of dark purple and red. Large blisters where the suckers of the tentacles had been had burst, and yellow pus was oozing out of the wounds. Jo nearly gagged as she looked down at it in dismay.
~Well.. no wonder it hurts like a son of a bitch..~ *
Re: Prohibition « Result #10 on Nov 23, 2009, 6:22am »
*The scent of rose petals was almost overwhelming, and combined with the giddy joy she felt from being with Eddy again after so long, Lana felt as though she might pass out as she lifted her hand from the water, bubbles dripping off her long nimble fingers. She raised a slightly trembling hand to her temple and rubbed it absently while a dreamy smile crept across her lips as Eddy spoke about his desire to tear her clothes off her body. As he spoke about how expensive her outfit was, she laughed and drawled in her deep husky voice ~Eat your heart out baby..~ as she preened for him.
Then, his hands were on her, and Lana shivered as his hands found first her waist, then her shoulders and then her neck. As he trailed his fingers down her back and effectively removed her jacket, Lana let out a contented sigh. Her body had ached for his touch for the longest time, and now she felt herself trembling all over at the anticipation of what was to come. Arching her back as he pulled her closer to him, Lanas hungry mouth welcomed his with a passion that had been burning the whole time he had been away. Her tongue sought and found his, and she lost herself in the kiss. She groaned in protest as he pulled away, his mouth trailing down her jaw, but felt her toes curling as he told her that he wanted her.
~I want you too Eddy.. with every inch of my heart and soul.. there has been nobody since you left.. nobody but you..~
She giggled as he professed his struggle with her corset. ~You really have been gone away too long my love..~ Nimble fingers moved quickly and expertly as she unlaced the corset which fortunately fastened in the front. Her ample bosom spilled out of its previously tight restraints as the corset fell to her ankles, and soon she was standing before him in nothing but a black pair of silk gossamer panties, a garter belt and stockings and her peacock blue peep toe stilettos. Kicking off her heels, she smiled coyly at him as he started to remove his own jacket and shirt. Her slender brow arched in surprise when he stopped unbuttoning his shirt to tell her that he had changed during their time apart. She nodded, as if in understanding as he spoke of his time inside and the need to keep in shape. Lana shuddered as she imagined what horrors he might have had to face and she closed her eyes briefly to mutter a silent prayer of thanks to God for returning her lover to her safe and sound. As he continued to unbutton his shirt, she noticed his hands shaking, and she moved forward to help him with the task.
~My love, I would love you no matter what you looked like, you know that… you don’t need to “warn me” or fear how I think of you, for nothing could ever taint the way that I feel about you..~ she unbuttoned his shirt and reached her hands up inside the shirt, pushing it back off his broad shoulders and pulling it down over his bulging biceps. At the sight of his new found muscles, Lana bit the inside of her lip in awe of the work of art that was now Eddy’s body. How he could think that it would bother her, was beyond her comprehension. Yet, knowing Eddy as she did, she could understand that he probably wanted everything to be back to the way it was before he had gone down. Of course, that was impossible, too much time had passed and things had changed. One thing that would never change however was the love she felt for this man standing before her in nothing but his pants and shoes and she intended to show him just how much love there was in her heart. And other body parts…
Wrapping her arms around him, Lana smiled up at him as she pressed her naked chest against his own. His flesh was warm against her and she shivered in delight as she nuzzled his neck.
~That bath will go cool soon darling…. I would hate to see it go to waste…~
She was interrupted by the urgent knocking on her main bedroom door. Immediately, the sweet and coy expression on her face was replaced by impatient fury as she glared at the door.
~Maria knows that we are NOT to be disturbed!~ She growled before letting go of Eddy to stalk towards the door.
~I said no disruptions!~ Lana yelled at the closed door.
~I am sorry m’lady..~ Maria simpered through the door. ~ I do not mean to interrupt..~
~Well you ARE interrupting Maria.. now leave!~ there was steam starting to come out of Lanas ears at the thought of having her first alone time with Eddy in years being interrupted.
~But.. M’lady.. you said that we were to inform you immediately of any raids.. and I am sorry to tell you but there was a raid… at one of the clubs. That Captain Jackarkness..~
Lana cursed under her breath and stalked over to her bedroom door. Yanking a dark crimson robe off the hook on the back of her door, she pulled it on and tied the sash around her narrow waist. Shooting an apologetic look at Eddy, Lana sighed and opened the door.
Maria stood on the front stoop of the door, her head and eyes lowered, prepared for the wrath of Lana. But Big Mama knew that Maria was just doing her job and after taking a deep breath to steady her rage, she asked for the details of the raid.
~P.J called m’lady… That pig Jackarkness.. he raided the club with a group of his men just after midnight. They trashed the place pretty well he said, and they found the contraband.. they arrested Mick and Terry.. ~ Maria rung her hands, reminding Lana about the awkward attraction that had been going on between Maria and Terry for the past few months. Reaching out to place a hand on Maria’s arm, Lana urged her to go on. ~P.J said he was arranging bail for the boys, but he said that the club would need a few grand spent on cleaning it up. And.. all the booze is gone… ALL of it…~
Lana sighed and rubbed her temples. After a few moments of silence, she smiled at Maria. ~Thank you for telling me.. you were right to tell me. But P.J seems to have things in hand.. I will deal with Officer Jackarkness.. don’t you worry about that. For now though, I need to spend some time with Master Eddy. Why don’t you take the rest of the night off and go and see how Terry is holding up?~
Maria’s eyes lit up and she smiled and kissed Lana on the cheek. ~Thank you Miss..~ she whispered before she turned and left.
Lana sighed as she closed the door and stood with her back against it, looking at Eddy. Her happy mood of only a moment ago had all but been erased by the news of another raid, the fifth in one month. The pig and his boys seemed hell bent on putting Lana out of business and Lana felt her stomach get tied up in knots at the thought of what she must do. But that was for another time… now, was her time with Eddy.
Untying the sash, Lana slid out of the robe and let it fall to be a puddle around her feet. Walking over to Eddy, she wrapped her arms around him and breathed in his scent for a few moments before she pulled back her face to smile up at him.
~I am sorry about that darling.. there is much I have to tell you.. so much I am afraid. But.. all of that can wait.. now.. it is just you and me, as it always should have been.. so…~ She reached down and began to unzip his pants. ~Where were we?~ *
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When we stopped playing, some of us were underground in the mine, unearthing some pretty strange finds, while the rest were in the hotel getting their freak on with some sexy vamps. See why we cant let this rest?? 
) This gives NEW PLAYERS a perfect opportunity to enter the plot as they can create a character that lives in town, and have them rock up to the meeting. 
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