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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:35 pm
Riketse Ivan Von Gaunt Riketse Ivan Von Gaunt "Like, Oh my god it is! I heard his p***s was like, huge!" "But, Oh my, like, god! Isn't he dating, like, that ugly gothic chick? Like, that is sooo nasty. Who knows what they, like, could've done?" Ivan's eyes grew wide as he beat his wings once, leaping to her and holding her close as his image began to fade, beams of light blazing out from parts of his body as his glorious visage began to crack like a mirror. She closed her eyes tightly, holding what was left of his body to her. She knew it was happening, but she didn't expect it so soon. "Riketse... Be careful..." he sighed, his wings falling to dust as he kissed her gently on the forehead, most of his lower torso now missing.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:38 pm
Ivan Von Gaunt "Riketse... Be careful..." he sighed, his wings falling to dust as he kissed her gently on the forehead, most of his lower torso now missing. She bit her lip and tried not to cry for him, watching him. "You'll be my necklace again soon enough.."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:40 pm
The sound of thudding boots could be heard as Lost made her way to the third floor. Her bare right hand trailed along the side of the wall, bright red orbs constantly flicking around the new surroundings. It was no suprise to her that the third floor had been opened, she almost come in several times. Only to find.. idiots. Which caused her to walk away without her presense even being known.
But as she opened the door to the third floor, she felt something she had not felt in quite a long time. A sense of being, well, home. People she knew and trusted around her. Enough to even leave her gloves off so that her completely electronic hand showed, not even hidden by illusional skin. She let out her breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and reached in the back pocket of her slightly baggy black work jeans for a cigarette case. She pulled one of the thin white vanilla cloves out and placed it betwix her full red lips. She held up her index finger of her metallic hand where a small dancing flame appeared, lighting the clove. After a long drag she exhaled, the blueish smoke curling about her fast and caressing her soft features before disspersing into the air.
She left the cigarette between her lips as she began to move across the floor, the slow almost suductive grace that was Lost show in every movement. The room was large enough that she couldn't tell what was going on with the two figures across the room. But she did spot Damon going to the table of booze and followed behind her. "Nice selection ya' got here." She said to the woman before grabbing her own bottle of Grey Goose.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:45 pm
Riketse Ivan Von Gaunt "Riketse... Be careful..." he sighed, his wings falling to dust as he kissed her gently on the forehead, most of his lower torso now missing. She bit her lip and tried not to cry for him, watching him. "You'll be my necklace again soon enough.." "Goodbye..." he said softly, finally falling apart and drifting off into the night sky.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:46 pm
Damon sits up again and smirks. "Always," she says quietly, neglecting to watch the production going on some fifteen feet away. "I'm a great lover of variety, even if I don't indulge in such variety with my own choices." Damon takes a swig of her rum, a large chunk of blue hair falling into her moon white face. She turns towards the coffee table, her back to Lost, setting her rum on the table before turning again towards Lost and leaning over the back of the couch. Though she acted like a child most of the time, Damon was rather intelligent and serious if the situation called for it. However, this one did not, in her books. "So, what do you think of the room now?" she asked, putting particular emphasis on the last word of that sentence.
OOC: Ri, Ivan, did you happen to get the idea for this RP from Nightwalker? 'Cause there's an episode during which a little girl gets a pendant that apparently brings her luck, but she can't be with any other man but this angel in the pendant, which actually happens to be a Nightbreed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:48 pm
((Actually, no. @_@ But it is scary about how those two stories do seem similiar..))
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:49 pm
Bad Luck Jynx Damon sits up again and smirks. "Always," she says quietly, neglecting to watch the production going on some fifteen feet away. "I'm a great lover of variety, even if I don't indulge in such variety with my own choices." Damon takes a swig of her rum, a large chunk of blue hair falling into her moon white face. She turns towards the coffee table, her back to Lost, setting her rum on the table before turning again towards Lost and leaning over the back of the couch. Though she acted like a child most of the time, Damon was rather intelligent and serious if the situation called for it. However, this one did not, in her books. "So, what do you think of the room now?" she asked, putting particular emphasis on the last word of that sentence.
OOC: Ri, Ivan, did you happen to get the idea for this RP from Nightwalker? 'Cause there's an episode during which a little girl gets a pendant that apparently brings her luck, but she can't be with any other man but this angel in the pendant, which actually happens to be a Nightbreed. ((Never heard of it.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:52 pm
OOC: Hm, well, that's interesting. I suggest watching it. It's actually really wicked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:52 pm
"I like it." Lost said softly with a nod of approval as she walked around to sit on a couch adjacent to Damon's, her heavy boots thunking as she sat them on the table infront of her. "Keeps the idiots out at least.. wasn't feeling very much like..." The woman paued to unscrew the cap and take a sip of her bottle. "..home." She finished and let her back sink into the couch.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:55 pm
Bad Luck Jynx OOC: Hm, well, that's interesting. I suggest watching it. It's actually really wicked. ((Hitting up Limewire as we speak...))
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:56 pm
(( Gah.. dinner time. Be back pretty soon. Or if I'm not assume Lost fell asleep on the couch as she is proned to do that. ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:58 pm
Ivan Von Gaunt ((Hitting up Limewire as we speak...)) OOC: I wish I could remember the episode name, but I can't. >_<;;
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:59 pm
Bad Luck Jynx Ivan Von Gaunt ((Hitting up Limewire as we speak...)) OOC: I wish I could remember the episode name, but I can't. >_<;; ((Eh. Ill find it eventually. I got all night.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:01 pm
Damon merely grunted in reply and picked up her rum again, swigging back an unhealthy amount and laying back down, resting her head on the armrest. She blinked slowly, lights from the candle tower dancing in her mismatched eyes.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:06 pm
Ivan Von Gaunt ((Eh. Ill find it eventually. I got all night.)) OOC:
And Wikipedia says...
I'm trying to look for the particular episode, too, but they don't list the character on the Minor Characters list on Wikipedia. I think it may be A Lost Soul in the Night.
Oh, that was stupid. It's episode ten, Tears of an Angel.
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