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| Sins' Vacation | |
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| Topic Started: February 5 2009, 03:04 PM (406 Views) | |
| fighter_rose_003 | February 5 2009, 03:04 PM Post #1 |
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Las Vegas. What could have been described as the birthplace of sin. Well, not exactly the birthplace, but one could easily say, you could lose yourself there. The bright neon lights, the tracks, the action, the casinos. Everything that people would ever want shoved into a city and more. A city where any of the Sins could get away with anything... Greed--the desire for or pursuit of money, wealth, food, or other possessions. The woman is the embodiment of greed, a bonus that was her name and her job. She loved her wealth, but loved it even more when she took money from those who absolutely need it. Greed is a young woman of twenty-five, or so it seemed. Her long sandy blond hair has dark highlights decorating it as it hangs freely down her back. Tri-blue eyes watch the busy street ahead of her. She wears a long black leather trench coat, a pair of black combat boots, and a plaid miniskirt. She sways with an easy, come and get it attitude. Everything about her seems to scream, "She's loaded with cash!" Her left hand is decorated with rubies, sapphires, and diamonds in various forms of rings and bracelets. Her right hand is plain except for the small tattoo of her name, in various languages, wrapping its way around her slender wrist. Her thin red lips dyed to an unnatural red are smiling at the scenes around her. She is a beauty to behold and a true sinful creature. She thrives in Las Vegas, it is her home. Greed was a sin and everyone around her felt the charge of it. They got greedy about whatever they were carrying or had in their pockets. She passed a person handing a dollar to a beggar on the street and stiffled a laugh when she heard the voice of the man yell, "Mine! Get your own." It was the perfect place to just live and have a carefree existence along with mankind. Edited by fighter_rose_003, February 5 2009, 03:09 PM.
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| Colton C | February 5 2009, 06:36 PM Post #2 |
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He sat at a poker table. Elbows resting on the felt as he gazed at the woman across from him. Not really gazed at the woman, yet through her. His gray eyes took no notice of the pathetic being in front of himself. He looked at his hand: pocket aces. She was on the fence. Unsure weather to increase the pot, which was already at a hundred thousand or so. The others at the table had dropped out long ago. "You going to raise or not?" He said in his cold voice. She starred back, into the abyss of the soulless man in front of her. Her arms shook, as she through her last thousand into the pot. "that's it" her voice quivered. Unsure in her decision she tried to look tough. He knew it was over. The game was done. There was no chance in hell, or above it, that she could win. It ended. The woman stood up and left, her soul crushed before the most unholy of all men. He stood up, taking the chips as he left. His full body was finally visible. He wore a gray blazer, with a white undershirt and genes. His gray eyes never made contact with another being. He didn't have much use for money, or want to give it away. He was above it, above all. One of the most intelligent mathematicians on the planet everything was calculated, nothing personal. Cards was just a way to show the world of this attribute. He could get people to do anything he wanted them to. No one could not meet a challenge in his presence, yet no one could defeat him in one. Domination was what got him off. It was his reason for existence. Pride, or to most Apollo Everson. As he steeped out of the casino he placed one of the poker chips in his jacket pocket, and through the rest in a dumpster beside the casino. She approached. "Skimpy as ever I see greed." None of them liked each other, the sins. They were forced to come together however, and their affairs were often were to the same ends. He felt the darkness as the fellow sin approached him. The homeless man between them cringed, as his soul was enveloped in darkness. The two sins felt nothing, they had no soul to effect or change. Apollo looked towards the homeless being on the street. "Leave." He ran, if not from the words from the feeling. |
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| ZeikHunter | February 6 2009, 02:59 AM Post #3 |
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The man they called Sloth strolled into the high-rollers alley in another famous casino which remains unnamed. In order to get in, he had to appeal to some sort of dress code, so he took a blue blazer from the closet of his room and put it over a dirty tank top. He also wore some bermuda shorts to dumb down the classiness. His eyes had no color whatsoever, his hair turned whatever color it felt like turning, and he never ever worked out. He really looked in his early thirties and somewhat obese. He took the elevator down a floor to aforementioned alley. His power allowed for people to take some time doing whatever they do. If a mailman shook his hand, the mailman would stop the postal truck and sit listening to the radio. If Sloth spoke to a gambler at a machine, the gambler would click their buttons every half-minute or so. That's how he worked in Vegas; he told whoever he found to take their time and enjoy the moment. Anyone in any situation would lean back and maybe take a nap while they're there. So, Sloth wished some false luck to all the fools who sat at the chairs and spent their hard-earned money. His old rival Greed would have a hayday here, what with all the people hopelessly pouring their coins into the one-armed bandits. One arm... Sloth wanted a motorized wheelchair so he didn't have to walk. His muscles were going to give up anyway. Muscles... He was hoping he would find Pride, the arrogant cold sin that dealt with keeping up one's ego. Cold... He should be getting a new blazer since this one was so small now. Of course, they don't have drive-thru department stores, so that was out of the question. Sloth had a lot to think about when he was being sinful. He had nothing to do but force people to sin. ((No offence, Colton, but check your word usage. They may be spelled right where they're properly used, but you didn't use them properly. "Jeans." "Whether." "Existance" was just spelled wrong. I left my Grammar Police badge in my other pants...)) |
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| RockmanG | February 6 2009, 11:52 AM Post #4 |
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So...hungry... The plump little man waddled down the sidewalk, looking sadly at his over-large stomach. It gurgled again, and he felt his digestive juices sloshing. He hadn't eaten in almost ten minutes. Even being the embodiment of a sin was no reason to make him suffer like this. He eyed a drunk lying on the street outside of one of the casinos, hoping he might have something, anything, even just a little crumb. But as he approached, the man snarled at him, then viciously tore into his own leather jacket with his teeth. In a minute, there'd be nothing left... Saddened, he moved on...or tried to, but couldn't pull himself away from the thought of eating something. Whipping around, he charged with a speed that seemed impossible for someone that big, bowling over the drunk and tearing into the last scraps of leather. It was bland, but he enjoyed every bit of it immensely. The drunk roared, then charged off down the street, apparently set on finding a replacement snack. Sated somewhat, the one known as Gluttony finally noticed a heavy feeling coming from one of the alleys. A huge grin spread over his face, and he plodded toward his fellow sins, hoping they might have some tidbits for him. It happened sometimes. And he could already begin to feel the hunger clawing at his gut again. Please let them have food... |
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| KyojoKen | February 6 2009, 12:58 PM Post #5 |
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"Oh... today is rather dull..." a large, muscular man with a short goatee spoke to himself, his head dropped while his hands massaged his temporal lobes in an attempt to ease the pain, "What is up with everyone nowadays?" Demonic red pupils scanned the area as his heavy feet stomped the ground beneath him, "Where is the anger? Where is the pain..." he mumbled to himself, nearly tripping over his own feet. Balancing himself again, the man moved his form off the sidewalk and into a park. As he pushed himself through the grassy ground, he came across something rather interesting -- a single flower slowly growing out of the earth into the world. A smile donned his facade, tears nearly eloping his eyes. "T-This is so beautiful..." he said, as he slowly wiped off the tiny droplet that had formed from his tear sac. Raising his foot into the air, he slammed it down with the greatest of force onto the defenseless flower, crushing it under his weight before he let loose a howl of joy, "Not!" He performed a dance upon the flower's corpse, emphasizing his point. "This is how it is supposed to be!" the man grit his teeth, jumping one last time onto the flower before striding off deep into the park. One of the parks' frequent visitor saw the man's actions and was appalled. He walked over to the man, grabbing hold of his shoulder. "Sir, could I ask why you killed that poor flower?" the well-dressed man asked the slow pacing form. Swiftly reacting to the touch on his shoulder, the man grinned deviously, "Because I was hungry. What do you have against it?" "It is wrong and you know it... What is your name? Let me call the cops," pulling out his hand phone, the man said. A bulky hand extended, snatching the phone out of the man's hand, then tossing it onto the ground before landing a couple of heavy blows with his feet onto the phones body. Shock filled the man's face, as blood red lips neared themselves to his left ear, muttering "I am... Wrath." Edited by KyojoKen, February 6 2009, 01:20 PM.
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| fighter_rose_003 | February 6 2009, 10:29 PM Post #6 |
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Greed's thin lips curl into a gentle smirk as she walks up to Pride. Rolling her eyes at his comment, she did a little twirl in front of him. The trenchcoat billowing out around her, showing off her legs even better. "Oh, Pride," she laughs lightly as she comes to a stop before him. Pride was not her second favorite out of their small group, but he was always enjoyable to tease. Her eyes watch the beggar take off, filled with both pride and greed, due to their combined powers. Everytime a sin joined another, their auras grew in power. "We've always had a way with crowds, haven't we?" her voice is filled with laughter. Feeling the always uneasy of being hungry sensation crawling up her back, Greed turns with a friendly smile, sticking her hand into her pocket. "My, my, Gluttony," she says and pulls out a Snickers bar. Tossing it to him, she looks around for the others. Sampling the air with a gentle deep breath, Greed can taste Wrath's presence somewhere within the city limits and Sloth was somewhere nearby as well. |
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| KyojoKen | February 6 2009, 11:24 PM Post #7 |
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The man shuddered in fear for a couple of seconds, then ceased. His eyes rolled back into his head, as he passes out. Wrath wondered what had happened, this was a first. Usually humans would feel the urge to vent their anger, hit someone, perhaps. But not this one, it seemed as if some other forces, or two, were influencing him. Hence, the man passing out. Gritting his teeth, Wrath damned his luck. Happiness -- destruction, anger and defiance -- was so close, and yet it eluded his grip. Then, something hit him hard. A presence. No. Not just one, but two. Taking in a deep whiff of the sinful air surrounding him, the pungent smell of his fellow sins entered his ever vengeful nose; allowing a large smile to grow onto his face. "So, let's see, who do we have here..." he said in a deep voice, caressing his goatee, "Pride... the fool, Greed... always had a thing for her... Gluttony... I should consider buying a fruit basket this time around and Sloth." Sighing, Wrath decided to follow the where there was the highest concentration of evil, maniacal sins. This would be good for him. Why? Because Wrath was more of a team player, he loved to use his colleagues' abilities to feed his hunger of hatred. But before he would set off, he had one thing to do. "I always find breaking apart love birds interesting, and it is tasty," he eyed the couple on the bench, randomly smooching ever passionately, "Time to end something so disgusting and begin something beautiful." |
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| RockmanG | February 7 2009, 04:12 PM Post #8 |
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Gluttony grinned, a huge smile that revealed over large teeth all around in an unearthly white sheen. "Thank you, Greed!!!!" He squealed, before devouring the bar in one bite. He liked Greed. She was smart enough to know Snicker's bars were his favorite out of all on the planet. He stuck his tongue out, tasting the air much like a cat. Pride and Greed were here, and he could sense Wrath nearby. He didn't really like Wrath a lot, because he never brought any food with him. And Pride was just a jerk. Gluttony had (almost) given up on expecting Pride to bring him any food, but one could never rule out all possibilities. Finished with his snack, he sat down, an almost comical expression of contentment on his face. " Did YOU bring any food, Pride?, he asked accusingly. |
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| ZeikHunter | February 7 2009, 05:10 PM Post #9 |
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Sloth felt something going on nearby. A large gathering of sin was in Las Vegas. Sloth rubbed a finger on his temple and groaned. He hated listening to the sins bicker and sass each other. If he wasn't so determined to spread the word of going against the word of good to laze around, he would have stayed in bed all day. He stayed silent as he walked around, following his senses to find his bretheren. Eventually, he approached the mass of evil with an apathetic frown. He closed his eyes and rubbed them a bit. He looked around to see who all was there. Greed looked flashy as always, her fingers almost rendered useless by the stones on them. The irony is that any greedy person would likely try to gold dig her considering all the sparkles and sleekness. It was getting harder and harder to tell her apart from the embodiment of Lust. (It occured to Sloth that Lust was an anagram.) Sloth looked at Gluttony. He had a bit of chocolate on his lips from his last snack within, what, two minutes? He must have loved the invention of a buffet so he can grab all the food he wanted for the price of his plate. Maybe he doesn't even use a plate. Sloth moved his eyes to Pride. His pure white-grey attire was barely a blot to the eye. What did he have to be proud of besides the fact that he was the sin most likely to get hit by a car in a snowstorm? Sloth sighed and looked at Greed. He began to speak slowly in a very low tone. "Lu--Greed, is there any chance that you could drive me to the nearest Soup Kitchen? I feel like stopping the line. They won't even want to... eat. It would leave a lot of extra... soup." When Sloth related food to the situation, he glared at Gluttony. He could feel the drool dripping in his head. Sloth had a lot of time to think about this kind of stuff. Edited by ZeikHunter, February 7 2009, 05:13 PM.
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| Colton C | February 7 2009, 07:39 PM Post #10 |
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Pride looked around the collection of other sins, pooling around the chance meting of Greed and himself. Refocusing his eyes on greed, he stated: "Gluttony, there might be a rotten pizza in that ally beside us... Greed you can join him, I dumped some poker chips there also. Together, you might be able to form one functioning hobo." It was clearly not his best line, yet he would stick with it. Pride then turned and gleamed at gluttony in disgust. Pride could tolerate Greed and Wrath, they were at least intelligent. He actually looked froward the little mind games with Greed, yet gluttony was terrible. He didn't even need to try to be better than sloth or gluttony. The disgusting pigs were the definition worthlessness. Gluttony couldn't do anything but eat, and the most sloth has ever done is... well nothing. He looked back towards Greed, waiting for her to do something, and trying not to answer sloth. Whose pathetic plan wasn't even worth a rebuttal. |
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| Tetrino | February 9 2009, 12:53 AM Post #11 |
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At the center stage of a nightclub in Las Vegas stood a voluptuous woman. Her dark shoulder-length hair swept this way and that as she gyrated vigorously to the music booming through the surround sound. The males in the room gazed at her figure, transfixed by her movements. Sweat drenched her purple tank top, making it cling to her torso in such a way that it enhanced her already impressive physical features. A pair of very tight and very short shorts barely covered her hips as they swayed about to the rhythm of the music. Her facial expression was that of arousal and ecstasy, her hazel eyes half closed and her full red lips open and moist. The women who weren't staring at her enviously were dancing sensually as well, rubbing their hips against the nearest person, be it male or female. In the corner, a couple was embracing each other tightly, making out passionately. Several groups had already made their way to secret rooms upstairs, engaging in sexual acts so perverted they cannot be described. The entire building was saturated with lust. As she continued to entrance the spectators, Lust gave a small chuckle. To the audience, it sounded like a moan of pleasure. Buying this office building and turning it into a nightclub was one of the best decisions she had made yet. Concluding her performance with a dazzle of exotic maneuvers, the enchantress stepped off the stage with a flourish, making her way through the heated crowd while a pair of nubile young girls replaced her upon the podium. There was a familiar tingle within the back of her thoughts, and not the one she was accustomed to infusing mortals with. There was a gathering in the vicinity. One that she would be expected to partake in. Lust sighed, while she scanned the auras that permeated even through the nightclub walls. A hint of bling, a taste of meat... a lion's roar and drooped eyelids. Sensations far too familiar for her liking. Also discernible, though far weaker, was a burning fire. Upon feeling this particular presence, a wily smirk played about her face. The one she loved to hate the most... That encounter should prove to be an interesting one, if not lively. Upon reaching the door, she smiled innocently as a bouncer retrieved her coat, and held the door open for her. As she passed through, she gave the man a sultry wink, and blew him a kiss, raising one leg in the demeanor a high school girl might display. For all his professionalism, she could tell he had to summon up all his willpower not to jump her right there and then. Not that she would mind, of course. Sliding on her dull white coat but leaving it unbuttoned, Lust turned to her right. Lo and behold, a quartet of sins right there, standing casually near the alleyway between her recent acquisition and a casino. With a skip and a jump, she pranced over to the group in a childlike manner, her coat billowing about her and allowing bystanders teasing glances at her physique. Her approach was brought to an end with a simple pirouette, bringing her to lean on Pride's shoulder, draping both arms around him, a finger idly drawing circles on his chest. She eyed those before her, her visage the epitome of innocent wonder, yet with a devilish twinkle in her eyes. "To have a rendezvous so close to my abode is charming, to say the least. To what do I owe the pleasure, loves?" |
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| ZeikHunter | February 9 2009, 10:40 AM Post #12 |
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The way nobody answered Sloth got him to frown a degree more. He changed his question, pretending not to notice Lust practically molesting Pride. "So, how about somebody drives me back to my room? If no one's doing anything, I could at least spread the disease over at the casino I'm staying at." Hopefully the sins have heard of that casino and how it's a breeding ground for all sorts of sin. Where they are right now, all they can do is make cockroaches fight, steal, sleep, or reproduce. Then he looked at the real Lust for a few moments. Sloth noticed as she made her presence obvious by grappling onto Pride like she might do to... anyone else. For all Sloth knew, she wasn't just keeping husbands from their wives, but the other way around as well. He kept up the act of ignoring her by making it look like it took him a while to find and converse with her. "Oh, there you are, Lust. Willing to take my offer?" Before she could respond, he leaned against the nearest wall and slinked onto the floor. At that moment, he started to fight off sleep right then and there. |
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| fighter_rose_003 | February 9 2009, 11:42 AM Post #13 |
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Lust's arrival brought Greed from her thoughts of jumping after the money and brought a smile to her thin lips. "Hello, Lust dear," she said cooly. She loved Lust like a sister, sometimes more, but that was for none of the other sins to know that little tidbit. Shoving her jeweled fingers into her fingers, she turned to Sloth. "Let's go to the soup kitcehn. I'm sure the others will join us there." With that, she turned and started walking down the street to where she parked her midnight blue 1997 Mustang Convertible. "Who wants shotgun?" she asked with a soft smirk as she unlocked the doors and climbed in. She waited for the others to pile in behind and beside her and turned on the car, turning down her music. |
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| ZeikHunter | February 9 2009, 04:10 PM Post #14 |
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Sloth remained a stone wall of apathy. Sure, he kind of wanted shotgun, but why speak up? He didn't say one word, not even "thank you". Instead, he approached the car and ((assuming the top is down)) stepped into the right back seat. With a car like this, handles are just add-ons. He leaned back, neglecting to buckle his seat belt. He always had a hard time getting those on anyway. Sloth guessed that Pride would be first to bite the shotgun offer. Winning is Pride's main goal, after all. However, the back seat had a bit less space for, say, a fat man like Gluttony. In shotgun, you're noticed more, which would please Lust. Greed was probably driving since it's her car, so it was between Pride, Lust, and Gluttony. Inside, he hoped it was Gluttony, though. If he's going to nap like he planned, he'll want some space. |
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| KyojoKen | February 10 2009, 11:15 AM Post #15 |
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A loud burp let loose, Wrath massaged his belly as he walked out of the park area in search of his friends -- the other sins. Setting off a mass mob in the park was quite filling, but only so. "There must be some other place where they serve more humans... a park is hardly filling. As he left the area, a fight broke out behind him. The couple from before began tossing pebbles at each other, howling foul profanities at each other and passerby's; even sending them into a rage filled volley of resentment and pure disgust. "Indeed... hardly a feast," he mumbled. His fellow sins were close by, but he could not present himself empty handed, now could he? The last time he met Gluttony without any food, he nearly lost an arm. "Learn from one's mistake, as I always say." So, he began his slow waltz over to the nearest confectionary store. His target: 30 pounds of chocolate based sweets. "Come on... who doesn't like chocolate?" he told himself, as he passed another couple who were making out on a bench nearby; tapping the male's head. Sure enough, when Wrath crossed the road, the couple began a rage filled argument about how much the male cared for the female; ending in a brutal battle of fists and heels. Wrath massaged his temples, trying to decide on which confectionary he should enter. The jam-packed "Earl's Chocolates" or weirdly French-oriented "Le Choco". Pressing a little harder with the base of his palms onto his temples, Wrath was torn between his own pleasures and exciting Gluttony's taste buds. Then, he remembered, "Gluttony will eat anything he sets his lips on... so I don't think he will mind the lack of 'awesomeness' in his chocolate... Like they say: it is the thought that counts, even though you're a sin." Hot, jammed and noisy was the situation at "Earl's Chocolates". A perfect breeding ground for a misunderstanding, and, eventually; a fight. Twenty people packed into one small, cramped spot, vying for the attention of the chubby man behind the counter named "Tweeny" Once in a while a person would try to force his gelatinous bosom through the crowd, only to be pushed back to the end of the large, overbearing crowd. A grinned rose from the depths of Wrath's lips. "Time to get to work," he told said, rubbing his hands together deviously. As he made the short journey from the side-walk all the way to the store, his eyes caught hold of a small boy crying his eyes out; begging for money or anything edible. This gave Wrath another idea. Walking over to the kid, he tapped his head, "Hey, kid, you wanna eat some chocolate? It's free." The kid looked up at Wrath, suddenly feeling a rush of anger entering his body, "No! My momma told me not! I said not! To talk to strangers! Or take any kind of supplements from them! Do you hear me, no!" Wrath smiled at the kid, turning his back toward him as he walked off, "The chocolate would have been pretty delicious if it were to delicately melt in your mouth, the sweet taste... Oh, you're mom said "no"..." Anger that coursed through his veins suddenly disappeared, only to be replaced by the overpowering feel of gluttony. Wrath felt a jerk on his pants, the tiny child holding on for dear life; weeping relentlessly, "Please, sir! Give me the chocolate... I haven't eaten for so long... I want to feel the melting and the sweetness and all those other things the other children feel when they eat chocolate. Please, sir." Wrath pat the boy's head lightly, before bending down to the boy's ear as he whispered something -- the boy coincidentally nodding. A long stick reached out from behind a rather plus-sized lady, poking her buttocks overly exposed buttocks repeatedly. She tried to swat it away with her extremely fat filled arms, but she could not reach. The stick then headed towards the old man in front of the fat lady, swiftly shoving itself into the middle of the buttocks region; the oldman letting out a moan. In anger, he turned around and looked at the lady, "What on god's earth are you doin', lady?" The lady did not understand what the man was talking about, but the presence of Wrath just a few feet away from her enraged her instantly, "I am standing here, you old fart. Are you both old and blind?" In a matter of seconds, fists began flying; 'accidents' occured, eventually, the whole store got into an epic battle of flying feet, quick fists and random sounds of broken bones and hernias. Even the cashier jumped into the fight, all thanks to a little provocation and Wrath's presence. A smile grew on Wrath's face, his left hand slowly pushing the kid through the intense crowd, himself following right behind; as they reached to the counter unscaved. As was the plan, the kid grabbed a couple of chocolate bars, while Wrath emptied the shelves of their chocolaty contents into his arms; happily walking out while waving "goodbye" to the two curious cleaners from "Le Choco" who had left the security of their shop to see what the big ruckus was all about. They were not spared by Wrath's enchanting spell of resentment. Still smiling wide, Wrath picked up his pace as he left the scene before the police could arrive. The best part was, no one would remember what had happened. "Time to meet up with the guys," he said, walking quickly to where the presence of his colleagues was most strong. |
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| RockmanG | February 10 2009, 12:31 PM Post #16 |
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Gluttony watched the others debate about the shotgun position with little interest. He was sulking, because Pride hadn't brought him any food. In fact, he was sorely tempted to take Pride's arm off instead. But, with Lust hanging on him, it would be difficult to get a clean bite without taking some of her as well. He didn't want that. So, he contented himself by sitting sadly on the ground, picking at scraps of trash that looked like they may have at one point been food. He sniffed, then sat up. Sniffing again, a huge grin appeared on his face. It was Wrath! And he had CHOCOLATE!!!! Gluttony sprang to his feet, saliva beginning to flow in his over-sized mouth. "Wrath is coming! And he has lots of chocolate! Let's wait for Wrath!" He shuffled impatiently, already thinking about how to apologize to Wrath for attacking him last time. The soup kitchen could wait, in his opinion. Chocolate always received priority. |
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| KyojoKen | February 12 2009, 11:04 PM Post #17 |
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While walking to his intended destination -- to his fellow sins -- Wrath wondered why Gluttony loved human food so much? Everytime he would see Gluttony, there would be some sort of human delicacy sitting before him; awaiting its to be consumed. This question got Wrath all riled up. He knew chocolate was a very special dish to all sins, especially Lust. But he, himself, had never actually tasted the chocolaty mess the humans loved so much. The question -- what does chocolate taste like? -- hovered silently in his vile mind, only to be answered seconds later when he dared himself to shove a small chocolate orb called "Choco Balls" into his mouth. Slowly, but steadily, saliva began erupting all around; melting the ball of bitter chocolate in his mouth. The oozing concoction of sugar and choco let loose the sweetest of mixtures into his perforated neuron system. The connections were made, allowing this combination of bitter-sweetness to override his mind. "What... a wonderful taste," he said, "Oh my lord..." A tear began its slow decent down Wrath's cheek; the power of a chocolate had was intense and awe-inspiring. Movement stopped; as he slowly wiped the tear off his cheek. Grabbing another "Choco Balls", he raised it high into the air as it stood steadily in between his thumb and index finger, "The world's greatest weapon is in my hand!" Wrath suddenly snapped back into reality; shaking his head in dismay. He had totally forgotten about his friends for a minute there, thanks to chocolate. "I better be off, then." Upon reaching the intended rendezvous point (only because they were gathered there) Wrath took a second to wave hello to everyone, before realising the others were too busy arguing over who wanted "shotgun". Seeing an oppurtunity to enrage everyone, Wrath decided the he would take "shotgun". Dropping the chocolate off in front of Gluttony, who was obvioulsy happy, he moved with god-like speed, leaping over to seat himself in the "shotgun" position. A smile grew on his face, "Time to get to work." |
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| Godell | February 15 2009, 06:09 PM Post #18 |
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The strange blond-haired young man opened his lime-green eyes as the familiar feeling washed over him. "Well, well...that's certainly familiar. I was wondering when everyone would show." He grinned and stretched, his leopard-print shirt rising up slightly and baring his midriff. "I'll see if they have anything I want." He felt a small hand tug at his arm and casually pulled away, letting the black fingerless glove he wore slide off. "But, what about my money?" the harlot pleaded, her mascara beginning to melt due to her tears. The man blinked. "Why should I give you something? After all, you were so cocky a little while ago about those new shoes your client got you." He wiggled his toes smugly inside the black platform shoes, hands on his hips. "They look better on me, though." "You're a thief," the harlot said slowly, standing up and clenching her fists. The man cocked his head to one side. "Thief, huh? You're one to talk. And besides, you're not exactly in the best clothing for going to the police." "I'm warning you--" The harlot reached for him, her eyes filled with desperation. The man shoved her away roughly and pinned her to the wall. "Don't. Touch. Me." He glared at her. "You think that just because you're a girl you can charm your way into the A List, don't you? What talents do you have, huh?" He smirked. "Polite conversation? Doubt it. Smarts? Ditto." The harlot abruptly slammed her fist into his jaw. "Hmm..." The man rubbed his jaw briefly for a second, then grinned. "Ah-ha. Maybe that's what you're banking on. A good sock here and there to get you out of trouble!" He chuckled and turned away. "Trust me, sweetheart, if I didn't have that already, well...I'd envy you." Before the harlot could say any more, the man had vanished. Edited by Godell, February 16 2009, 04:00 PM.
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| fighter_rose_003 | February 16 2009, 05:20 PM Post #19 |
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Observing her own face in the small rearview mirror, Greed's eyes dart over to Wrath as he settles himself in the front seat beside her. She smiles softly and leans over to give the always angry man a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hello, Wrath darling," she laughs softly and leans back in her seat. Her eyes dart over to the pair of Lust and Pride as she growls, "Let's go you two!" Rollying her eyes some, Greed starts the car and continues to wait on the two others. Her mind drifting back to the last time they had gotten together. The year had been uneventfully quiet, all the sins were arguing amongst themself. They had just lost a battle with the Virtues and were throwing blame at each other. Arguements broke out at the smallest indiscrestions, friendships were thrown aside as things escalated between them all. After three years of the bickering between themselves, the Dark Lord punished them, throwing each sin into a remote location. Greed was in the area now known as Vegas. She didn't know where the others had gone, neither did she care. Greed was there for the beginning; the first casinoes. She was glad that she had the influence over the mortals around her, for the next few years, the city finally developed into what it was today, a city full of greed. |
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| Godell | February 16 2009, 05:52 PM Post #20 |
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Envy took his time heading toward the others, deciding that he might as well have a little fun first. He stared silently at the people walking by and chuckled as a few of them whispered "Radical maniac" under their breaths. Really, what was wrong with wearing skinny black pants and huge black combat boots? Sure they were a little worn--and possibly stained with suspicious red-brown stuff--but hey, it was style. Envy was beginning to miss Florida already. Now there was a breeding ground for envy--either you had it all, or you had nothing. And there were only so many ways that you could get something... Still, Vegas might hold some opportunity. Finally he spotted the perfect toys for the moment: a young couple and their friend. They were walking along, chattering happily without a care in the world. Envy raised an eyebrow at the gooey-eyed expression on the couple's faces (especially the girl's) and the amused expression on the girl friend's. It must have been annoying to be in their company. Envy walked up to the trio and politely slipped past them, whispering "Aren't they so lucky to have each other?" to the friend before heading off on his way. As he turned to look at the results he noticed that the friend was walking stiffly--far different than before. In a few hours, perhaps there would be something on the headline news about those three. Envy wouldn't miss it for the world. But in the meantime... "Now, then," he said to himself, smiling and traipsing along in search of his fellow Sins, "Let's see what's happening with my pals." |
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| Tetrino | March 1 2009, 12:17 AM Post #21 |
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Emissary of Kane
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Upon hearing Gluttony's announcement of impending chocolates, Lust purred, licking her lips in sensual anticipation. Chocolate as a food was among the main catalysts of lust in humans, alongside the ever potent strawberries and alcoholic drinks. As the leylines indicating Wrath's presence strengthened in tandem with the aroma of the chocolates wafting through her petite nose, she could barely help but release a shiver of longing throughout her body, tingling through her limbs. Surely enough, the man of anger soon arrived, depositing his bundle of joy in Gluttony's welcoming arms and placing himself firmly in shotgun. Chuckling, Lust returned his wave of greeting with a nod and a sultry wink, then unwrapped herself from around the annoyingly static Pride. Knowing that Gluttony could very easily devour the delectable treats in the blink of an eye, Lust quickly reached over in a teasing manner, then retreated, sliding into the rear left seat of Greed's convertible, right behind the driver with a chocolate clasped between her dainty fingers. Personally, she had always preferred the back seat, where there was more room for maneuvers of her nature. Not that she'd be performing any of those actions on this ride, as most of the space would be filled by Gluttony's girth. Instead, the chocolate within her hands was placed halfway into her mouth, and she clamped down, breaking off a part of the treat and chewing it slowly, letting it dissolve within the warm and moist confines of her mouth. A look of subdued delight washed over her features, though the effect would have been far more pronounced had Wrath brought with him cocoa of a higher standard. But chocolate was chocolate, and its properties were present and active, no matter how diminished. Leaning forward in her seat, she wrapped her arms around the sin seated in the driver's position, purring lightly and holding the remaining bit of chocolate near Greed's mouth. Lust's playful grin was evident as she spoke softly near Greed's ear. "Say 'Aaah', dear..." |
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| ZeikHunter | March 1 2009, 04:37 PM Post #22 |
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Sloth slowly glared at Lust, who had involuntarily given Gluttony the middle seat. Grand, Sloth thought as he slid his head on the far side of the headrest and shut his eyes. His lap might not make it through the affair. He dropped his arm off the door so it wagged along the fiberglass. Hopefully he won't catch his hand on the tire, but if he does, so be it. He's comfortable, and he needs to make it last once Gluttony jumps in. He even snoozed off and remembered something... The Dark Lord was angered by the sin's conflicts many years ago and seperated them all, hoping they would never meet again. Sloth was personally sent to the area that would house Memphis, where he lied dormant while the world slowly stretched to form around him. The people of Memphis just moved in, not caring about their hidden leader that hibernated in plain site. To this day, mostly everyone in Memphis is lazy. They sit at home and watch TV, exercising little. A month before the meeting, one of the more honorable citizens of Memphis jogged and tripped on who he thought was a hobo. Sloth woke up to see the man sleeping where he landed. Sloth got up and felt a new breeding ground of sin on the other side of the U.S. His work in Memphis would have to wait. Sloth took a Greyhound to Vegas in a grueling cross-country marathon. He slept in the back seat the whole way. Some things never change. |
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| Godell | March 2 2009, 08:57 AM Post #23 |
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Envy saw his fellow Sins located next to a fancy car and grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets and heading toward the group. It had been a long time since they had been together, and Envy was sure it would be fun. Better than the last time... After the Sins had been split up, Envy found himself in Miami, Florida. As far as Envy was concerned, it was his own little Eden--there were gang wars, hot days, nightclubs, several huge performing arts centers, and many homeless people. And it was made abundantly clear that what you didn't have--money, a place in society, or a lover--you needed it. Envy settled himself quite comfortably in the Upper East Side of Miami, spawning family or gang feuds wherever he went. He caused a few scandals and murders at nightclubs, "holier-than-thou"-inspired bar brawls (apparently the blue collar and white collar workers were a little...tense around each other during Happy Hour) and generally had himself a grand old time. But then he heard of Vegas, and decided that it'd be fun to see what was going on in a sin's playground. Envy chuckled and wandered over to the other Sins, calling out "Hey, guys! What's hangin'--besides Sloth, of course?" |
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| fighter_rose_003 | March 4 2009, 03:04 PM Post #24 |
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Greed felt Lust jump into the car and then slowly parted her lips to take the chocolate into her mouth. The rich moist flavour of the chocolate exploded in her mouth, making her eyes close. Chewing on the delicious lust-filled piece of candy, Greed opened her eyes once more and waved to Envy as he came up to them. "Hey Envy," she offered him a friendly smile. Letting her fingers play along Lust's arms as they wrapped around her, Greed relaxed into her seat, enjoying the closeness of the sin. Now that we are all together, we must throw a party... It'll be sinfully delicious... Greed thought to herself. |
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| RockmanG | March 6 2009, 10:48 AM Post #25 |
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Boardman of Advanced Thinkers
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Gluttony glared at Lust for a fraction of a second, but focused instead on the chocolate in his arms. He had to eat it now or else another sin might try to grab some... and he hated the taste of other sins. Gluttony licked his lips, then opened his mouth, wider than any human should be able to open, revealing a gaping hole surrounded by white tombstones. A gale force wind began to blow, creating a cyclone around the bag, and it was sucked up, disappearing down Gluttony's gullet. Gluttony grinned hugely, then backed up. With a running start, he leaped, soaring high and landing on top of Sloth with a crash that compressed the suspension to it's limit. " Hi Sloth. Thank you for the candy, Wrath... I'm sorry I bit your arm. Can we go to the soup kitchen now? Drool began to drip, leaving a dark spot on Sloth's pants. Edited by RockmanG, March 7 2009, 05:43 PM.
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