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This is a weekly article, delivered to you every Wednesday. These articles are intended to be a fun exercise as well as a good resource for role-players to explore Character Development so please feel free to post your own characters reaction to the weekly prompt. So be sure to stay tuned to this blog for future installments!
Someone has broken into your home, what do you do?
The Tiburon style of Serena’s apartment never seemed to fit the facade of Rose Maiden, Liz or Pearl White its occupants, everything though crisp and modern seemed to have a no nonsense elegant comfortably about it, a reflection upon its owner herself. The building housed eight other stories, each story containing four apartments each with a central turn of the century wire caged elevator with polished wood floors and steel running through out. Wrought iron fire escapes circled the building only eight of the stories, the top two bare of accent looking out over the northern portion of the neighborhood, with what would have been a grand view of Perez Park, but the view had been lost when the war walls had been constructed. The top two stories where surrounded by floor to ceiling windows, the open polished steel kitchen, back splash and diagonally cut leopard wood floors, the design of the modern over stuffed white furniture and other modern amenities even Serena’s own bedchamber seemed extremely out of place in the Kings Row top floor apartment when compared to the other buildings in the neighborhood.
However the design suited Serena Jordan, when she had turned twenty one and taken possession of her fathers apartment and all its contents, with her first patent sold she had bought the entire building and renovated it lovingly from the ground up with help from a local friend and contractor. It had been her passion at that time and her taste for the serene and modern lines of sail boats of the time that influenced her choice of design and when remodeling she had decided to turn whole of the top two stories into one giant suite of modern luxury.
However Serena was a bit of a security nut since leaving her first fiancé David Prescott, she had invested in the best security systems money could buy, She had tracking devices in each of their phones or comm. Badges, she could track the whereabouts of Lizzy, Pearl or herself within a two foot radius, which more often than not saved Serena time in dragging Lizzy out of shoe stores or Pearl from wandering into places where she was still to young to frequent. Motion sensors, infrared, armed security guards and closed circuit television monitoring stations where set up in all buildings owned by Serena, that was why on a clear day any super hero flying by would notice Skulls perched on fire escapes and roof tops trying in vain to get into one of the windows of the Serenity Apartment complexes.
These extra precautions where what had tipped her off first and how she had found out someone had breached her security. Though the officers had gained admittance to her building with no problem even Joe the security man on the scene could not provide the Inspector with a key or the access codes to Doctor Jordans Ninth floor apartment, and without the correct finger print scan belonging to the inhabitants the Inspector and his men had broken into her home without any further to do.
Joe had dispatch call Serena as soon as the breach had been made; in the entire six years he had worked for Doctor Jordan he had never seen armed officers in that building, there had simply never been the need. Doctor Jordan was a fine upstanding citizen and held a lightweight belt with the local bare fist boxing circuit, even the thugs on the street knew not to mess with what was hers. However these where armed and badge carrying officers of the law, when he had asked to see a search warrant or a warrant for the good Doctors arrest after one of the officers had accidentally broken one of the large window they had told him in no uncertain terms to hit the road.
The officers had been in the apartment for only twenty minutes when Serena had finally shown up. When she had received the call from dispatch, her own security device had warned her of the break in while she had been in the middle of guiding the new Prosthetists through a particularly grueling procedure using the new Grae180 model for Vanguard. Her hands had been elbow deep in rewiring neural pathways when the alarm had gone off. Used to working well under fire she had finished her lesson before allowing the new doctor and her team to close. After she had taken off her scrubs and dodged some colleagues in the hallways of the bunker she had flown with all haste and speed landing lightly on the pavement only a few minutes later while a block away a sonic boom echoed setting off car alarms. She ran at a brisk trot into her building noting the several PPD cars and a few unmarked Bonneville’s parked illegally in front.
She had decided to take the stairs, ever since she and Shadowstormm had repelled down an active and booby-trapped elevator shaft of a building in Steel Canyon she had taken the stairs ever since. The main elevator did not go all the way up to the Ninth floor but rather stopped at level eight where a specific key was required to take the second elevator up to the following ninth and Tenth floors. Opening the stairwell door she quickly stuck her head around the corner for a quick peek down the hall and seeing a few boys in blue milling around with uncertain faces by her apartment door she saw what was making them all look so uncomfortable and guilty.
Her front door had been reduced to splinters, but guarding the doorway keeping the men at bay from entering was Pearls cat, Mr. Fluffers. The white female cat rushed out of her hiding place to rub against Serena’s legs and to hiss forcibly at the Detective who came from the apartment when Serena walked confidently forward before with a sniff and a twitch of her white fluffy tail Mr. Fluffers left the hallway like a Jailer who was giving over duty for the night.
Detective Drew Cross of the PPD who was working in conjunction with Captain Spangler the head of long bow special task force in charge of routing out the members of the Guardian Angels was the lead Detective on site. He was only slightly older than herself a large man in his early thirties, about six foot eleven inches, easily two hundred and fifty pounds of lean muscle of an ex football player with sandy brown hair, cold blue eyes that could look all sympathy and remorse one moment and hard the next, a smirk to his lips that seemed to let everyone know he was not impressed with what he saw, and large paw like hands which always rested on the butt of his gun when he crossed his massive arms.
“Ms. Jordan, I’m so happy you could join us” He smirked at her as she entered into her own living room stepping over the broken front door. “As you can see we let ourselves in I hope you don’t mind?” he picked up one of her favorite dinning room chairs now with the seat and back slashed to ribbons and setting it down before him he sat in another opposite to her own “please sit” he said it like he was used to giving orders and being obeyed. Seeing she would gain nothing by being uncooperative before he had had his chance to explain why he had broken into her home she complied pulling the chair just out of arms reach and sitting down in it with her hands at her sides. “Hello Detective.. Cross? And please call me Doctor Jordan.” She said Cooley unimpressed by the man standing before her.
Detective Cross sat back in his chair putting one foot upon his knee, his hands clasped before him as if they where going to have a pleasant chat, “Of course Doctor Jordan” the arrogant ******* even put a pleasant smile on his face while he proceeded to interrogate her as to her whereabouts over the past few days and if she had had any contact with any of the members of the Guardian Angels.
Though not widely circulated it was well noted in her file with Hero Corps that Dr. Serena Rose Jordan was also known under the Alias Rose Maiden. She did not flaunt her super powers while dressed as a civilian and only those with access to the Hero Corpse or Vanguard records would have been able to learn of her alternate identity as the personality of the two where so seemingly different that one would never think to connect one with the other.
Producing a stack of papers from his inner jacket pocket Detective Cross tossed them to the floor at her feet “We Found these tickets to Monaco, London, Paris, Berlin, Stockholm, Tuscany and Rome for yourself and Mr. Adrian De’Havaland Dated about two years ago Ms. Jordan, same time in which that Shadowstormm a known vigilante and member of the Guardian Angels was spotted in these same places in Europe, would you care to explain that?”
Serena shrugged easily answering the annoyingly personal question with relative calm, even as they sat amidst the destruction of her home and personal property, with him sitting there as if they where just two good friends chatting over coffee. “We where engaged to be Married, the Wedding was canceled the tickets where non-refundable.”
The Detective took out a small pad of paper and pulling a pen out of his pocket he began to take notes, looking up at her with mock sympathy. “Was it a mutual break up Ms. Jordan?”
Serena sighed not immediately answering his question, “Look we’re no longer together ok, and we haven’t been for two years, whatever you think to gain by coming here and interrogating me, breaking into my home without a search warrant and destroying personal property I cant begin to imagine, I don’t frighten that easily.”
Cross sat forward his blazer falling open to give her a quick but pointed glance at the glock tucked into his shoulder rig. He smiles at her, a smile which didn’t reach his eyes and was little more than a baring of teeth. “Ms. Jordan, you should really cooperate with us if you know what is good for you, we’re all friends here.”
Serena sat forward, that part of her personality which was most comfortable as Rose Maiden shining through her clear deep blue eyes to stare unflinchingly back at the man across from her, her husky whisper of a voice like a good malt whiskey on the rocks spoke dangerously into his face, “I’ll tell you what Detective, you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t desperate to pin something on Adrian, probably for this Shadowstormm characters acts of vigilantism again no doubt, when you know damned well that it is stated on my file with Hero Corps that I do not condone manslaughter. What makes you think I would be with such a violent man as this Shadowstormm if that is indeed whom you believe Adrian to be?”
Serena sat back now smiling a soft smile, her face angelic, crossing her long legs tugging on the charcoal gray of her dress slacks and examining her manicure with a cool calm if not slightly annoyed demeanor. “and its Doctor Jordan to you.” She said lifting her own cold blue eyes to stare daggers at the Detective across from her.
“We also have records placing you as an onsite member at several of the Guardian Angels various events do you deny that you where affiliated with the group Ms. Jordan?” Cross asked through clenched teeth, he did not seem so unruffled as Serena, his jaw was twitching and she could see that the hand which rested on his knee seemed to be flexing as if he where afraid of her and thinking of his gun a man unused to being the one intimidated. “Are you aware that your involvement with Adrian De’Havaland a suspect wanted in connection with the Vigilante Shadowstormm not to mention the nature of your affiliation with the various members of this dangerous group of terrorists puts you in a compromising position? Aren’t you afraid that evidence will be found linking you with some of their crimes? What about the Death of your ex-fiancé David Prescott, his remains where never found Ms. Jordan, perhaps we should give up on investigating Mr. De’Havaland and focus our efforts on you.”
Serena looked up from quietly studying her nails her blue eyes fixing on the crooked cop who sat before her, “I have been a Role Model for years, there are lunch boxes and dolls made of me given to the children of this city, I have a cartoon for heaven’s sake! I have done everything asked of me, and you lot think you can come in here and try and intimidate me like this, an honest god fearing citizen?” She said squaring her shoulders and looking down her nose at the man in contempt.
“I wouldn’t get so high and mighty Ms. Jordan, we have enough to tie you to not only Shadowstormm, but also to other members of this group as well as a pending missing person case file still open on the disappearance of David Prescott. I suggest you cooperate Ms. Jordan.” Cross said letting a sneer curl his mustachioed upper lip.
“It seems likely to me Ms. Jordan that Shadowstormm and yourself where working in cahoots to kill Prescott, did you fund his killing spree across Europe too? Then the cripple wouldn’t marry you, am I right? What was it Serena, tell me who is Shadowstormm, you will get our full protection once you give him up, I know someone who will make your compliance worth your while, just give us the name and we will protect you; No? You won’t budge will you, I see how it is.” Cross said standing taking two photographs out of his jacket pocket, another treasure of evidence found in the gold mine of her home, found while he and his goons ransacked her belongings terrorizing her trust.
“Did you ever bother to tell him about these, is that why he went mad killing everything in sight?” He said holding up the two ultrasound pictures for her to see, with her name and a date of a little less than seventeen months prior written in digital script on the corner. The two little white blurs in the middle of the small squares of photo paper. Her heart stopped and tears stung her eyes as he spoke down to her in a vicious self righteous undertone, “or did you get rid of those too?” Cross finished with a sneer.
“Get out” she said in a low and dangerous tone, her voice seething with promised violence while her eyes blazed still brimming with tears and a sharp gust of wind slicing through the broken window which carries her hair out around her face causing it to writhe in a mass of ebon tentacles seemingly alive. She felt the rage building inside her, uncontrollable with the onslaught of her painful memories. The sounds of the gunshots echoed in her ears so loudly she had to clench her fist so hard that her nails cut half moons into the skin in order to drag her back from the brink where her fear and pain met in that dark jungle in Peru.
“I’ll be back Ms. Jordan and next time with a warrant for your arrest.” Detective Crosses voice was arrogant and indistinct from the call of the savage garden where she nearly died and lost everything. She almost gave in to the rage, to let it wash over her and to let it take out its indomitable will on anything that got in its way, but she couldn’t let it have free reign of her again, Cross might be a crooked SOB but she would not let even him come face to face with what resided in her.
“GET OUT!” She roared, the wind picking up whipping her hair back from her face, her chest rising and falling quickly near hyperventilation and her hands turned to fists as she lunged at the retreating backs of the officers. -
This is a weekly article, delivered to you every Wednesday. These articles are intended to be a fun exercise as well as a good resource for role-players to explore Character Development so please feel free to post your own characters reaction to the weekly prompt. So be sure to stay tuned to this blog for future installments!
Someone has broken into your home, what do you do?
The Tiburon style of Serena’s apartment never seemed to fit the facade of Rose Maiden, Liz or Pearl White its occupants, everything though crisp and modern seemed to have a no nonsense elegant comfortablity about it, a reflection upon its owner herself. The building housed eight other stories, each story containing four apartments each with a central turn of the century wire caged elevator with polished wood floors and steel running through out. Wrought iron fire escapes circled the building only eight of the stories, the top two bare of accent looking out over the northern portion of the neighborhood, with what would have been a grand view of Perez Park, but the view had been lost when the war walls had been constructed. The top two stories where surrounded by floor to ceiling windows, the open polished steel kitchen, back splash and diagonally cut leopard wood floors, the design of the modern over stuffed white furniture and other modern amenities even Serena’s own bedchamber seemed extremely out of place in the Kings Row top floor apartment when compared to the other buildings in the neighborhood.
However the design suited Serena Jordan, when she had turned twenty one and taken possession of her fathers apartment and all its contents, with her first patent sold she had bought the entire building and renovated it lovingly from the ground up with help from a local friend and contractor. It had been her passion at that time and her taste for the serene and modern lines of sail boats had influenced her choice of design and when remodeling she had decided to turn whole of the top two stories into one giant suite of modern luxury.
However Serena was a bit of a security nut since leaving her first fiancé David Prescott, she had invested in the best security systems money could buy, She had tracking devices in each of their phones or comm. Badges, she could track the whereabouts of Lizzy, Pearl or herself within a two foot radius, which more often than not saved Serena time in dragging Lizzy out of shoe stores or Pearl from wandering into places where she was still to young to frequent. Motion sensors, infrared, armed security guards and closed circuit television monitoring stations where set up in all buildings owned by Serena, that was why on a clear day any super hero flying by would notice Skulls perched on fire escapes and roof tops trying in vain to get into one of the windows of the Serenity Apartment complexes.
These extra precautions where what had tipped her off first and how she had found out someone had breached her security. Though the officers had gained admittance to her building with no problem even Joe the security man on the scene could not provide the Inspector with a key or the access codes to Doctor Jordans Ninth floor apartment, and without the correct finger print scan belonging to the inhabitants the Inspector and his men had broken into her home without any further to do.
Joe had dispatch call Serena as soon as the breach had been made; in the entire six years he had worked for Doctor Jordan he had never seen armed officers in that building, there had simply never been the need. Doctor Jordan was a fine upstanding citizen and held a lightweight belt with the local bare fist boxing circuit, even the thugs on the street knew not to mess with what was hers. However these where armed and badge carrying officers of the law, when he had asked to see a search warrant or a warrant for the good Doctors arrest after one of the officers had accidentally broken one of the large windows they had told him in no uncertain terms to hit the road.
The officers had been in the apartment for only twenty minutes when Serena had finally shown up. When she had received the call from dispatch, her own security device had warned her of the break in while she had been in the middle of guiding the new Prosthetists through a particularly grueling procedure using the new Grae180 model for Vanguard. Her hands had been elbow deep in rewiring neural pathways when the alarm had gone off. Used to working well under fire she had finished her lesson before allowing the new doctor and her team to close. After she had taken off her scrubs and dodged some colleagues in the hallways of the bunker she had flown with all haste and speed landing lightly on the pavement only a few minutes later while a block away a sonic boom echoed setting off car alarms. She ran at a brisk trot into her building noting the several PPD cars and a few unmarked Bonneville’s parked illegally in front.
She had decided to take the stairs, ever since she and Shadowstormm had repelled down an active and booby-trapped elevator shaft of a building in Steel Canyon, it was enough to convince her to always take the stairs. The main elevator did not go all the way up to the Ninth floor but rather stopped at level eight where a specific key was required to take the second elevator up to the following ninth and Tenth floors. Opening the stairwell door she quickly stuck her head around the corner for a quick peek down the hall and seeing a few boys in blue milling around with uncertain faces by her apartment door she saw what was making them all look so uncomfortable and guilty.
Her front door had been reduced to splinters, but guarding the doorway keeping the men at bay from entering was Pearls cat, Mr. Fluffers. The white female cat rushed out of her hiding place to rub against Serena’s legs and to hiss forcibly at the Detective who came from the apartment when Serena walked confidently forward before with a sniff and a twitch of her white fluffy tail Mr. Fluffers left the hallway like a Jailer who was giving over duty for the night.
Detective Drew Cross of the PPD who was working in conjunction with Captain Spangler the head of long bow special task force in charge of routing out the members of the Guardian Angels was the lead Detective on site. He was only slightly older than herself a large man in his early thirties, about six foot eleven inches, easily two hundred and fifty pounds of lean muscle of an ex football player with sandy brown hair, cold blue eyes that could look all sympathy and remorse one moment and hard the next, a smirk to his lips that seemed to let everyone know he was not impressed with what he saw, and large paw like hands which always rested on the butt of his gun when he crossed his massive arms.
“Ms. Jordan, I’m so happy you could join us” He smirked at her as she entered into her own living room stepping over the broken front door. “As you can see we let ourselves in I hope you don’t mind?” he picked up one of her favorite dinning room chairs now with the seat and back slashed to ribbons and setting it down before him he sat in another opposite to her own “please sit” he said it like he was used to giving orders and being obeyed. Seeing she would gain nothing by being uncooperative before he had had his chance to explain why he had broken into her home she complied pulling the chair just out of arms reach and sitting down in it with her hands at her sides. “Hello Detective.. Cross? And please call me Doctor Jordan.” She said Cooley unimpressed by the man standing before her.
Detective Cross sat back in his chair putting one foot upon his knee, his hands clasped before him as if they where going to have a pleasant chat, “Of course Doctor Jordan” the arrogant ******* even put a pleasant smile on his face while he proceeded to interrogate her as to her whereabouts over the past few days and if she had had any contact with any of the members of the Guardian Angels.
Though not widely circulated it was well noted in her file with Hero Corps that Dr. Serena Rose Jordan was also known under the Alias Rose Maiden. She did not flaunt her super powers while dressed as a civilian and only those with access to the Hero Corpse or Vanguard records would have been able to learn of her alternate identity as the personality of the two where so seemingly different that one would never think to connect one with the other.
Producing a stack of papers from his inner jacket pocket Detective Cross tossed them to the floor at her feet “We Found these tickets to Monaco, London, Paris, Berlin, Stockholm, Tuscany and Rome for yourself and Mr. Adrian De’Havaland Dated about two years ago Ms. Jordan, same time in which that Shadowstormm a known vigilante and member of the Guardian Angels was spotted in these same places in Europe, would you care to explain that?”
Serena shrugged easily answering the annoyingly personal question with relative calm, even as they sat amidst the destruction of her home and personal property, with him sitting there as if they where just two good friends chatting over coffee. “We where engaged to be Married, the Wedding was canceled the tickets where non-refundable.”
The Detective took out a small pad of paper and pulling a pen out of his pocket he began to take notes, looking up at her with mock sympathy. “Was it a mutual break up Ms. Jordan?”
Serena sighed not immediately answering his question, “Look we’re no longer together ok, and we haven’t been for two years, whatever you think to gain by coming here and interrogating me, breaking into my home without a search warrant and destroying personal property I cant begin to imagine, I don’t frighten that easily.”
Cross sat forward his blazer falling open to give her a quick but pointed glance at the glock tucked into his shoulder rig. He smiles at her, a smile which didn’t reach his eyes and was little more than a baring of teeth. “Ms. Jordan, you should really cooperate with us if you know what is good for you, we’re all friends here.”
Serena sat forward, that part of her personality which was most comfortable as Rose Maiden shining through her clear deep blue eyes to stare unflinchingly back at the man across from her, her husky whisper of a voice like a good malt whiskey on the rocks spoke dangerously into his face, “I’ll tell you what Detective, you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t desperate to pin something on Adrian, probably for this Shadowstormm characters acts of vigilantism again no doubt, when you know damned well that it is stated on my file with Hero Corps that I do not condone manslaughter. What makes you think I would be with such a violent man as this Shadowstormm if that is indeed whom you believe Adrian to be?”
Serena sat back now smiling a soft smile, her face angelic, crossing her long legs tugging on the charcoal gray of her dress slacks and examining her manicure with a cool calm if not slightly annoyed demeanor. “and its Doctor Jordan to you.” She said lifting her own cold blue eyes to stare daggers at the Detective across from her.
“We also have records placing you as an onsite member at several of the Guardian Angels various events do you deny that you where affiliated with the group Ms. Jordan?” Cross asked through clenched teeth, he did not seem so unruffled as Serena, his jaw was twitching and she could see that the hand which rested on his knee seemed to be flexing as if he where afraid of her and thinking of his gun a man unused to being the one intimidated. “Are you aware that your involvement with Adrian De’Havaland a suspect wanted in connection with the Vigilante Shadowstormm not to mention the nature of your affiliation with the various members of this dangerous group of terrorists puts you in a compromising position? Aren’t you afraid that evidence will be found linking you with some of their crimes? What about the Death of your ex-fiancé David Prescott, his remains where never found Ms. Jordan, perhaps we should give up on investigating Mr. De’Havaland and focus our efforts on you.”
Serena looked up from quietly studying her nails her blue eyes fixing on the crooked cop who sat before her, “I have been a Role Model for years, there are lunch boxes and dolls made of me given to the children of this city, I have a cartoon for heaven’s sake! I have done everything asked of me, and you lot think you can come in here and try and intimidate me like this, an honest god fearing citizen?” She said squaring her shoulders and looking down her nose at the man in contempt.
“I wouldn’t get so high and mighty Ms. Jordan, we have enough to tie you to not only Shadowstormm, but also to other members of this group as well as a pending missing person case file still open on the disappearance of David Prescott. I suggest you cooperate Ms. Jordan.” Cross said letting a sneer curl his mustachioed upper lip.
“It seems likely to me Ms. Jordan that Shadowstormm and yourself where working in cahoots to kill Prescott, did you fund his killing spree across Europe too? Then the cripple wouldn’t marry you, am I right? What was it Serena, tell me who is Shadowstormm, you will get our full protection once you give him up, I know someone who will make your compliance worth your while, just give us the name and we will protect you; No? You won’t budge will you, I see how it is.” Cross said standing taking two photographs out of his jacket pocket, another treasure of evidence found in the gold mine of her home, found while he and his goons ransacked her belongings terrorizing her trust.
“Did you ever bother to tell him about these, is that why he went mad killing everything in sight?” He said holding up the two ultrasound pictures for her to see, with her name and a date of a little less than seventeen months prior written in digital script on the corner. The two little white blurs in the middle of the small squares of photo paper. Her heart stopped and tears stung her eyes as he spoke down to her in a vicious self righteous undertone, “or did you get rid of those too?” Cross finished with a sneer.
“Get out” she said in a low and dangerous tone, her voice seething with promised violence while her eyes blazed still brimming with tears and a sharp gust of wind slicing through the broken window which carries her hair out around her face causing it to writhe in a mass of ebon tentacles seemingly alive. She felt the rage building inside her, uncontrollable with the onslaught of her painful memories. The sounds of the gunshots echoed in her ears so loudly she had to clench her fist so hard that her nails cut half moons into the skin in order to drag her back from the brink where her fear and pain met in that dark jungle in Peru.
“I’ll be back Ms. Jordan and next time with a warrant for your arrest.” Detective Crosses voice was arrogant and indistinct from the call of the savage garden where she nearly died and lost everything. She almost gave in to the rage, to let it wash over her and to let it take out its indomitable will on anything that got in its way, but she couldn’t let it have free reign of her again, Cross might be a crooked SOB but she would not let even him come face to face with what resided in her.
“GET OUT!” She roared, the wind picking up whipping her hair back from her face, her chest rising and falling quickly near hyperventilation and her hands turned to fists as she lunged at the retreating backs of the officers. -
Quote:to quote a certain blue robot dude we all know even though he's to crap to rejoin...ShhhhwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayOriginally Posted by Hollowpoint_Hero
And dawns on me that I didn't check the damned date. Just survived Father's day (5th of September). Depending on how early I drag myself out of bed, I may be able to breeze by!
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Quote:Yeah I was three drinks in the other night, I'm thinkin Mudslides next weekend!Originally Posted by DrJackWolfe
Drunk? You know that would explain alot about last night.....And father's day in......Austraila? Just wondered.
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Quote::P NoOriginally Posted by MonsoonMike
Clothing optional gathering with Rose? Sweet!
Thinking of wearing something without a Primary color theme. -
Rose will be there, though I'm thinking of dressing down for the occasion.
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Quote:Have a similar problem, s many great ideas, only enough love for my Tank. I have like 2 trollers, and 2 scrappers 2 Doms, and 3 corrupters and 2 Brutes, and my only 50's is my Tank and my Brute.Originally Posted by DrJackWolfe
Jeez Jack blows through missions as a tank, does plenty of damage..ok I can't solo drop most AV, but never have problems with EBs....unless they are evil endurance drainers. And the there is something to be said for jumpin' into a 8 hero +2 mission with no fear, something thirlling. But I don't play tanks right.
I have troubles with controllers, I get bored to easy and I am not social enough to be a team dependant player, a shame too cause I have some killer RP concept controllers. I have one ghost of 50's rock and roll B movie star.Johny Thunder I think, Sonic/storm. I have a Jesuit monk trained in the art Church magic whose an emp/rad Saint George. The never take off for me. -
I like to think of Tanking like the sheep dog of the MMO world. We herd and we make sure all the nice dumb sheep line up for the slaughter. Also it takes alot of skill to boot and not alot of people as said above can handle not doing damage but you know what, I hate being a squishy blaster so theres the trade off.
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<3 Tanks and Brutes
Scrappers and Corruptors 2nd
Controllers, Blasters and Dominators 3rd
Defenders and Stalkers 4th
Havent really played a crab, widow, or kheld... just havent had a good concept for one. -
I can not bring myself to play a Mastermind, or to be more precise I dont have the patience to play a character reliant on pets. Cant do it! I have tons of cool ideas for masterminds but nope no can do. So what classes cant you bring yourself to play?
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I'm thinking of bringing Seri to the next one in something less spandexy, let her hair down a little maybe.
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Ditto DB, I can never follow who's boffing or not boffing whom and in what dimension :/
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did you make him crawl at your feet?
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epic pool, spill hot coffee in lap and get kids over weight! muahahaha! oh wait that other thing
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Quote:I admit I love gothic horror, vampires, witches, werewolves, Cthuluh, demons, Frankenstein, Poe and Hawthorn I love it all, and thats why...Originally Posted by Stryph
Look at Blade's face. He's got the whole look, "It's just another day on the job." And then thing you know pretty-boy Edward is stuffed into a vase and buried six feet under with Bella who was stabbed repeatedly and chopped limb from limb, held together with duct tape ^_^
I HATE TWILIGHT WITH THE PASSION OF A THOUSAND SUPERNOVA SUNS!
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Quote:I lol'dOriginally Posted by Stryph
Me, I blame Babylon 5. Well no, I'm glad I got into it when I did and shows like it. Screw teenage drama shows!
Now they got some Vampire-show inspired by Twilight no doubt.
Let me tell you about my thoughts on Twilight:
I think that sums it up about my opinions on vampires.
Contrary to belief, Vampires do sparkle... just before bursting into ashes! This is True Blood's failing achievement for me... they shouldn't burst into red colored string cheese and seaweed; what the hell?! -
I have avoided 3 things successfully since I was a teen, 90210, Friends, and Broke Back Mountain, I'm not going to start now no matter how much I love Juilia Louise Dreyfuss, Shanon Daugherty, or Heath Ledger. but well caught anyway.
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:hugs the BB even though she's still creeped out by the eye:
Thanks BB, and mornin Shecky, and pretty good almost 3 day weekend time!
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Was thinking of making Roses page int a series of journal entries using rp prompts her on the boards, anyone know of how I can do this or a format from someone else I could lift from? Thanks!
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BB your avatar is freakin me out man...:shudders:
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I brought a tall thermos of my favorite beverage in to work with me today, lemonade made with real lemon juice. The only way this could be better is if I had sliced lemon floating about in it and I was reading a good book outside somewhere.
Cheers!
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Quote:If I can convince the rest of the team I usually always do a kill all, in every mission I am apart of, I'm so OCD that if I know there is even one guy stuck in a wall some where I have to atleast try and and clear the map.Originally Posted by BrandX
My suggestion...kill all on the map, don't take short cuts, and maybe even play it with substandard builds!
Doc Q still tends to take quite a bit of time.
LGTF can take awhile if you kill all instead of letting rescue targets die or teleporting everything about. -
((Great visualization there Vy, the imagery of her dirty surroundings really made an impact. The only advice I can give is to proof read and don't rush yourself, even if you have to break up the events into several short pieces. Thank you very much for posting this I would really enjoy reading more.))
Edit: due to being hardly awake when I wrote this.