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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-family: bell mt; font-size: 10px;][justify][color=white]A faint imprint of red lipstick stained the cigarette as it was pulled from parting lips that were curved into a small frown. A thin cloud of smoke slipped from the same lips and lingered in the air for a few short moments before evaporating, the pungent smell still grazing against the nostrils along with hard liquor. That tarnished the tongue as well with its bitter taste that was only appealing to the complex mind of men, sipping on it as if a fresh brew of coffee in the morning to help keep awake during the day which brought many stresses. Instead it gives you a pounding headache that will wake you from your restless sleep and ever occurring nightmares which had once been realities for some. But that stopped no one from pouring another drink and drowning it before anyone could stop them, as if one was daring enough to try. Metal flashed against the dim lighting and produced red against the flesh when it broke the silence in the air.

Marilyn still held a frown against her colored lips as the air hung heavy with tense silence. Everyone looking at her with various expressions after it was decided that she was to produce the solution to their problem. She was to take care of the new man in town who was taking good business from them without hardly knowing it. He had been watched for several weeks under close scrutiny and was caught in the act of selling to one of their best clients who was close to hitting rock bottom with his tolerance rising to a new level of addiction. They could sell him his ticket to death but with the new man just a block over, they were being robbed of that golden opportunity. And with money always the leading factor when it came to business, they couldn't take their chances. He was to be killed and his body hidden away without any traces that could lead his death to the family. They could not afford to go to prison, either.

With parted lips Marilyn softly exhaled, jabbing the end of her cigarette in the ashtray that sat beside her. She smoked because she believed it calmed her nerves like a man would believe liquor was the solution. Like her family who believed business was everything and that murder was just part of the job. With her eyes set on him, she watched as her father leaned back in his chair, a nearly empty glass in his hand. He broke his wrist to twirl the glass and mix the liquor that swirled around inside. The ice hit against the glass and made an annoying noise as the silence grew heavier. Finally Marilyn leaned back as well, her eyes diverting to the side of the room where no man was in view. [i]"You're giving me until tomorrow night to get the job done." A huff of disbelief was evident in her tone as she realized there wasn't much time granted to her, or the most recent victim. "There's no room for planning with that expiration date."

A rich chuckle was cut short from her father who realized her small joke was layered in a serious tone. With his finger in the air he pointed it in her direction, singling her out amongst the crowd. "There's no room for mistakes, either." There was never any room for mistakes within the business. It was tricky but there was a sense of trust between the two blood relatives as she was instructed on her mission. "You get in there, get the job done, and get out. That's it." She scoffed, standing abruptly from her chair that now was empty. It wouldn't be empty for long with the drinks being passed around and girls invited over to entertain the drunken bastards. Drinking away their problems along with their morals as they return home to a wife who can smell the perfume on his skin. But there's nothing they can do if they weren't willing to take a good slap across the face and a few insults to the heart.[/i]

The sound of heels pounding lightly against the concrete filled the air as the sun slowly lowered beyond the horizon. The area was quite quiet with nearly anyone outdoors except for the usual gang members and prostitutes who lingered around the street corners. They had no dignity to come out at night anymore so it wasn't unusual to see them when the sun was out and shinning. They stayed out nearly all hours of the day except for when the police came around, however that was rare with them being payed off by the family. Police officers were a threat unless taken care of, so they were paid affluently to stay out of the way and to keep their mouths shut. And so far, they had been doing a good job of it. The only threat to the family was traitors and people who took their business, like the man Marilyn was set out to take care of.

She could not deny that she grew weary that her plan would not work. She was not given enough time to fully plan out the murder and therefore had to wing it to the best of her ability. That was not something she liked to do but she had no power over her father's wishes. He was in charge and she was to follow him like an obedient dog on a tight leash. Nearly everyone did and if they didn't follow him to the best of their ability they would be killed and forgotten. Leaving was impossible without the repercussion of death waiting at your doorstep like the grim reaper craving another soul. So she walked briskly down the street with a loaded gun concealed within the depths of her purse that hung against her side. It was fairly cool out with a breeze that caused a small shiver to run up her spine as she dropped her arms to her side once she rounded the corner. It was time to start playing the game, for he could be standing out in the street watching her.

But he wasn't, so she continued her walk towards his apartment door. The lights were on, giving her the impression that he was home. Raising her hand that was curled into a fist, she knocked on the door and then took a step back, seductively leaning against the frame with her hips pushed out and her breasts forward. She looked like a high class prostitute standing there with barely any clothes on and a pose ready to interest him. Holding her breath, she watched as the door slowly creeped open, a voice asking who was at the door. The chain kept the door locked in case it was someone who would be daring enough to want to enter upon rejection. "Why hello there, handsome. Looking for some entertainment to spice up your night?" She kept her gaze locked on his as he watched her, curiosity flickering in his eyes. It was undoubtedly hard for a man not be interested in such a girl standing at his doorstep. But if not the case then surely he would have enough decency to insist that she come inside to warm up.

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- Comments: This is an old thread that died down a while ago. Basically, your character is new to town, and is taking business away from my character's family. Angry, her father sends her to kill the man. She poses as a prostitute, and your character falls for it, letting her in and looking for a good time. They do have a good time, and upon waking up in the morning, right as she is about to kill him, she realizes something. He used to be her best friend before he moved away several years ago. Please just jump in, include a faceclaim, and make sure to be able to make my post length.

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Quinton Dane Lockwood

NICKNAMES
Great Dane, after the breed of dog.

AGE
Twenty, though has the intelligence and maturity of ten.

BIRTHDATE
October 31st

ZODIAC SIGN
Scorpio

HOMETOWN
New Orleans, Louisiana

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Straight

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[color=black]APPEARANCE
Quinton stands lanky at five feet eight inches, shoulders slightly rolled forward and thin arms dangling at his side, his slender fingers always twitching and playing with one another, or his clothing. He has a bouncy gait, sometimes walking on the tip of his toes, especially when excited. But with that comes clumsiness, causing bruises or scratches throughout his pale skin, of which is quite soft and delicate, like his personality.

His chapped lips are always curved into a wide smile, and occasionally a small frown, when scolded for bad behavior. But regardless, his eyes always twinkle, shining as blue as tropical ocean water. They always roam the room, never still and fixed on one thing. They drift upwards when thinking, and down when embarrassed. Sometimes they are filled with warm tears, which roll down his flat cheeks and off of his jawline, which isn't as defined as others.

Straight blonde hair is cut short from his scalp, just long enough to give him some bangs that sweep across his large forehead, and graze against his ears. His fingers can always be seen entangled within strands, clutching to the back of his head in a nervous manner. Sometimes causing tangles, which he doesn't tend to, unless someone offers to. Offers are always made when it comes to contact, because if not, he will shrink away, his body curled inwards and twitching.

HEIGHT
5'8"

WEIGHT
145 pounds

BUILD
Ectomorph

ETHNICITY
White

HAIR
Sandy blonde, or dirty blonde, depending on the lightening.

EYE COLOR
A bright blue, always sparkling with emotion.

SKIN
A fair complexion, lacking many freckles and birthmarks.

MODIFICATIONS
None, besides a few scars that were accidental.

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[color=black]PERSONALITY
Like a child, Quinton presents several personality traits that can oftentimes be overbearing and tiring. His mind is filled with naivety and imaginative thoughts, which brings out his playful manner and unrealistic reasoning. He is friendly, and easy to talk to, but can overstep boundaries unknowingly, and create awkward tension between the people of whom he surrounds himself with. He does not understand social cues, but his sweet disposition will sometimes soften the blow. Regardless, he always means well, and with a big heart, tries his best to help those in need.

There are times when his sweet disposition fades, and he is left feeling utterly frustrated, most times towards his disability. He is aware of when people pick on him, and will have a tantrum when it occurs, oftentimes becoming impulsive and uncontrollable. He will yell at the top of his lungs, throw things, and become physical towards whoever the offender is. He seems to have no filter at any moment in time, and will say anything that comes to mind, without thinking. He oftentimes does not think much, and instead just does, whether it be with words or actions.

His soft heart leaves him sensitive, and because of this, does not like conflict. Watching people argue or fight makes him extremely uncomfortable, so he will either try to break it up, or run into another room, and begin to panic. He will often times hide, with his arms over his head and rocking in place, muttering incoherent things to himself. He sometimes feels ashamed of himself, and his disabilities, and will become very sad for a short period of time. But he is very resilient, and always manages to look on the bright side of life.

POSITIVE TRAITS
- Amiable
- Caring
- Clever
- Compassionate
- Energetic
- Imaginative
- Observent
- Playful
- Sweet
- Trusting

NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Blunt
- Childish
- Clumsy
- Delicate
- Dependent
- Erratic
- Fanciful
- Impatient
- Impulsive
- Naive

LIKES
- Children
- Animals
- Music

DISLIKES
- Water
- Loud noises
- Arguments

STRENGTHS
- Having a positive state of mind
- Consoling people in need
- Remaining loyal regardless of circumstances

WEAKNESSES
- Comprehending intellectual concepts
- Thinking realistically
- Knowing boundaries

FEARS
- Making people upset
- Getting into trouble
- Getting made fun of

CONDITIONS
- Developmentally delayed
- Autistic

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[color=black]HISTORY
To be developed within roleplay.

FAMILY
The Lockwoods

PAST RELATIONSHIPS
One time, several years ago, back when he was a teenager, he kissed a girl that was in his special ed class at school. She proceeded to punch him in the chest, and since then he has never kissed anyone.

CURRENT RELATIONSHIP
He is not currently in a relationship, nor interested in being in one.

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[color=black]USERNAME
Augur

SCREENAME
Agathist

ACTIVITY LEVEL
8/10

MUSE LEVEL
8/10

FACECLAIM
Leonardo DiCaprio

OTHER
Major work in progress.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: bell mt; font-size: 10px;][justify][color=black]As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, where the dark ocean water seemed endless, a slender silhouette stood at the beginning of the dock, watching as a large ship began to pull in. Its sails soared towards the sky, and the sunlight always seemed to hit the wooden boards just right, making them shine as salt water lapped up against them. Around the silhouette other men began to linger, all eyes fixed on the magnificent sight as its anchor was dropped and its sides were tied down by thick rope, all attempts to keep it from floating away.

Men began to exit the ship, the scarcely crew eager for a few drinks at the local pub while the captain picked some new men to accompany him on board. Rumor had spread throughout the town of more crew needed for the dominating ship, and many men had made it out to the dock, all hoping to impress the captain with their exquisite abilities. But it wasn't the captain that had come out to greet them, it was another man, who was far too young to take seriously, his voice still high and beginning to crack, perhaps under pressure.

A small growl escaping her lips, Elsie pushed her way back towards the end of the crowd, unwilling to listen to the boy try to round everyone up. It was a failed attempt on his part on many occasions, and after several long minutes, Elsie could not bare it any longer. A sharp whistle broke the chaos, and as eyes quickly flickered towards her, she removed her fingers from her mouth. She suddenly found herself with the spotlight, and it was then when she hoped that no one would spot any abnormalities with her appearance.

"Where is the captain?" she asked the young man, careful to keep her tone low, though it was clearly soaked in frustrated. It boomed above the hushed whispers of the crowd, and nearly shut everyone up, unlike the young man had managed to do. And yet she looked no older, with no hair framing her soft face any longer, instead cut short and concealed beneath her worn hat. Her gender was almost questionable, though her actions proved her true gender almost absurd. No woman would dare dress the way she had, and try to become a pirate.

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- Comments: I hope I gave you enough room to jump in okay!

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: bell mt; font-size: 10px;][justify][color=black]Eyes hesitantly flickered towards the body that suddenly dropped to the ground, slumping against the wooden dock with a dark pool of blood seeping into the ocean. Some men began to shuffle backwards, wanting distance between the dying body and themselves. Elsie instead pushed forward after the moment of shock wore off, reaching the front of the crowd with ease. People let her slither past them without her having to use much force.

From the front of the crowd, Elsie could finally get a good look of the captain. He was quite and abnormally young for a captain, his skin still full of youth. His eyes even held a youthful twinkle to them, which held on her as she met his gaze. His eyes were boldly evaluating her, trying to comprehend her smooth and hairless skin, her uneven tone of voice, and soft facial features. She just barely managed to pass as a male.

"A pirate that uses guns. Huh." she scoffed quietly, her thin lips curling into a small smirk. She had always had this fantasy in her mind that pirates only used swords, against the use of guns due to their rebellious attitude towards the government. Perhaps her mother was right all along. Perhaps she didn't know what she was getting herself into. But there was no turning back now. She had to get on that ship soon, or else her family would be out searching for her.

Several long moments had passed without one man saying a word. Not one of these men probably had any experience with guns. Guns were for the rich, or those who were smart enough to steal it, and none of these men seemed to fit the qualifications. Not that Elsie knew much about guns, either, besides watching her father and his men go out and shoot. They were gun fanatics, and liked to buy exotic guns and shoot them. They never let her shoot.

Lifting her arm up from her side, she pointed her index finger towards the gun in his right hand. "That one." she spoke up, dropping her arm and crossing it against her chest. "That one is loaded. And if ye want to make things more exciting, which I'm sure ye do, go on and shoot me with the other one." Her lips curled into a larger smirk, and her eyebrows gently cocked. She was flirting with death, acting so bold towards him, but she couldn't help it.

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- Comments: Ew sorry this post is so gross.

[justify]So I made a new account but it's saying that my password is incorrect when I try to log in. That wouldn't be a problem, except that I just now realized that the email I put was incorrect. Is there any way to retrieve my password? I'd hate to have to make a new account. Also, I think maybe someone hacked into my account. When I went to answer my secret question, the question was "pine way walk friend" and I have no idea what that is. Someone please help![/justify]