Holly seemed to take it all in, like you were auditioning for the role of 'Hot mess Dorian Freakin' Frost' — Thief, Con-Artist, and well-mastered slayer of pussy, definitely not a Fed whether you realize it or not.Not even realizing, at that moment, that maybe you'd already made your own determination for just what she was, given that she moved through the Edgewater jungle with the ease of a diminutive tiger.
It was with that same exact… perhaps-unsettling feline opacity to her gaze, too, that she seemed like she would either lunge with her claws out or flop over and show her belly. It both started with that gaze.
"I mean it usually takes me a second to warm up to it," she eventually answered, curiously taking the Glock without much care for getting her fingerprints on it. Wow, you really didn't care, or you just thought she wasn't shit.
"Mmm, nobody uses this room except for me, or at least they shouldn't…" Her eyes followed as you seemed to rock that audition, crossing her legs and pulling the dose she mentioned, though hers didn't get the same fanfare for blistering acceleration from here to Floorian like you were.
Pill, tongue, tiny travel-sized bottle of water. So much for driving home, but she didn't have the car here tonight.
Holly kicked out of her leg, flicking her up out of the cuck chair and onto the bed, picking up her phone to try and find what you posted the last time they met at the gas station.
"You seriously handed this dumb bitch a gun. Fam you wild…" Magazine out, chamber checked, slide locked, weapon disassembled, left in pieces on the sheets next to her.
"Alright, fuck it, I buy your story. You work with a crew or something? You here in The City for a particular score? Like what, you knocking over stash houses or what?"
Not really understanding my friends…a little worried …actually
It’s so easy to just say “don’t be worried”I don’t need explanation, but I’d love to know your,e ok
Game over!
Final scores:
Dreamweaver1 : N/A
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slips onto the floor and covers myself for sleep
Kitchen
she reaches the kitchen door and disappears within ... quickly she washes her slim hands and she dries them as well ... quickly she moves pantry .. when there she turns slightly to the left ... bracing herself she pulls open the door ... the chilled air washes over her body leaving goosebumps kissed flesh ... her full nipples harden with the chilled air touch ...she takes within a sharp breath ... and steps within .. moving towards the back .. she finds the chilled Ale bottles ... grabbing one .. she turns and heads back out closing the door behind her leaning against it .. she let's out the breath she held .. a slow moan followed * she hoped no one heard * ..
She quickly moved back to the kitchen ... setting the bottle on tge counter she turned to the cupboard.. reaching up on tip toes she sees the Tankard wrapping her slim hands around it she pulls it down ... she than places the rim over her still harden nipple as she rolls the rim ... she looks .. a soft smile as it didn't harm her skin so it won't harm Master ...She turns on her heels grabs the bottle she holds it between full breasts as she makes herself to the main room ...
It's good to meet you Sir
It's good to meet you Sir
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I do
well, pretty sure
I fully respect and appreciate what we're trying to do here, but I need to say something. The loss of gigi in character is not a known thing, and frankly it should not be up to any here aside from the one person that played with her the most and had the biggest involvement with her.I'm talking about Dylan Bode of course. In my opinion, Dylan should be the one to decide what happens to gigi in character, as it will ultimately affect his character the most. No matter what he decides, I believe we should respect his wishes and treat the IC departure of gigi as he wants it. If gigi up and sells everything and moves to tahiti, then that's what's going to happen. After all, there's no way any of our characters would know about her disappearance much less plan some kind of memorial for the character.
If it were some sort of ooc thing, then that'd be different. If we as players came together for a brief moment of remembrance and shared things we appreciated and enjoyed about her here, I would be all for that.
I briefly spoke to him and it is something he wants to handle. I ask we give him the time to do so, as this is most definitely toughest on him right now.
Thank you everyone
Cabin
Entering My Cabin after a tiring day.
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Good evening Sir. Do you know what birching is?
in
Main Room
a smiles caresses ger plump lips... leaning forward shifting her legs to one side and pressing her slim palms against the floor... she pushes her self to a stand ... stepping back... she smiles and nods .. Aye of course MasterShe turns on her heels ..a soft slow sway can be seen as her necked body almost dances within the fire light ...a soft roll of her hips could be seen as she moves bare feet over the chilled marble floor...
Continuing on My path…………
looking in
Main Room
Not that I recall ~S~
I am sure the kitchen is well stocked ~S~you may get me some ale