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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 11 2011, 11:12 PM (153 Views) | |
| Ramses | Sep 11 2011, 11:12 PM Post #1 |
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The Malignant Malfactor
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Business was slow, so slow in fact, that Ramses had not had a job in about a year. It saddened him, the thrill of battle seemed to pass him by time and again. Perhaps the world was on its way to peace. Then he chortled. Then he laughed. As long as people like him existed, the possibility for peace was absolute zero. It was a matter of one man finding someone to hate. He wandered the streets of London, cracking his knuckles as he went, looking up at the night sky and remembering that he needed milk back at home. He wasn't the best cook, but he god damn loved those quick bake cookies. It wasn't long before he happened upon an open grocery store, family owned, probably a bit more expensive than the places up in the bigger part of London, but useful enough for his purposes. He shrugged, pushing open the door, his coattails trailing in the wind as it shut behind him. |
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| Nasrin | Sep 14 2011, 11:55 PM Post #2 |
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The Bride of Red Rose
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London, it was one of the last places Narin wanted to be especially after a high speed chase on a highway that took, with the speed it was going, three hours and some vehicle crashing... well lets just say there was a good enough reason to nickname Nas, Nascar. Her mornings wasn't usually so thrilling, on most occasions the woman would find herself sitting in her police car waiting to smash someone's face in or get trigger happy. Not that it was other peoples business but her marriage was getting a little rocky on the edges. Work occupied her and his time to when they do see the other it ends in harsh arguements the mess she causes at work that supposedly needed his attention since he was a lawyer. All the little warrior woman did was kick ass, haul ass, and get home in time for a late stroll or dinner. As for her other job, it was pretty much the same schedule except maybe be baked from the insides out by hers truly a few times throughout the day. Back to the story, Nas was in London with her partner unfortunately he had puked all over the car and over himself for being a lesser man. The odor of vomit and febreeze clung to her uniform in a very disgusting fashion that the woman had to purchase a different set of clothing at a local store as well as her partner. Late afternoon and the roads and highways were packed with traffic so much more than the officers would have expected. The only thing they could do while in the midst of getting out was park into a lot and wait it out. It took a lot of begging to make Nas get out of the car so they can grab pick me ups in the grocery store and once they were inside, the woman's frown grew thicker. She didn't like it here not one bit, but already her partner was lost in the crowds along the cookie aisle. Giving herself alone time she walked beside countless of shelves to her desired place, among books. They always gave her some peace of mind. |
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| Wylie | Sep 17 2011, 02:37 AM Post #3 |
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Admin / Red Rose Leader
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London, there was no place like it, and it had always held a special place in the Res Rose's heart. His house was in Cumbria, but his heart beat with the flow of London traffic. The only problem was that he was the leader of the Red Rose, and his enemy's stronghold was in the very city he was walking through. There were Red rose spies throughout the place, and his oldest and most reliable was just around the corner. The small grocery store had once been a pub, but with the passing of time the place had changed over, the owner buying the pub next door. The bar was what Wylie entered, walking to the back and through a door marked as "Employees Only," a young man at the bar nodded to his friend "You see that? Why would a man like that come here?" the friend shrugged and drained his glass, "Maybe he wanted a drink?" The first man scoffed and drained his glass as well, tapping it on the table for another to be poured. "On my tab? No, if you have money you can go anywhere, and he looked like he had a lot of it." The other man punched his friend in the arm and took his drink. Geoffrey smiled, listening to the conversation and waiting for the old man to come through the other door that opened into the office of the grocery store. Gregory walked in and jumped, not expecting the Red Rose himself to be leaning against the wall. "Jesus sir! You scared me out of my head!" Wylie's laugh was low and constant, like an animal toying with prey. "There's nothing to be afraid of Greg, you're too valuable to me, to business then, you know I'm not here for a simple visit." The old man went to a small bar in the back and pulled a dusty bottle from the shelf, Wylie chuckled at the sight of it, "It's been sixteen years since I was here and you still remember my favorite?" The old man smiled and poured out some of the bottle of 1833 scotch whiskey into a glass and added ice. "So Greg, I'm interested in the fact that there have been a lot less new faces in Cumbria recently, I was wondering if you've noticed anything strange about the White Rose." Taking a sip of his scotch he smiled, it was wonderful. "No sir, actually I heard a White Rose who was in my pub talking about the same, it seems like a lot of people are staying unaffiliated.' Wylie finished his drink and then nodded, his mind not focusing on the old man still sitting behind the bar. Stepping through the office the Red Rose almost walked right into a man in uniform. "Mr. Wylie! It's nice to see you." The lawyer smoothed his tie and nodded, "Officer Hallaway." The cop leaned back on his heels and placed hishands on his belt, a bottle of coke and a bag of chips hanging from his hands. "I don't want to keep you long Mr. Wylie, but your wife is here, waiting by the door as usual." The lawyer smiled and walked towards the front, seeing his wife, the Warrior named Nasrin he lifted his arms wide and smiled, "My lovely warrior woman, an unexpected surprise." |
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