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| Elouise Warrock |
01/09/18 |
The tall blonde gives a shrug, cerulean eyes dancing with humor. "Depends, then, on if anyone's chasing at all." She rocks on the balls of her feet in a child-like manner, one hand toying with curly locks. "I'm sure you'll be able to find me, handsome, if you need a refresher in provocating." She turns on her heel just like that, spindling legs carrying her further from him.
"The name's Elouise, by the way!" She calls back, that same mischief ruminating in every aspect of her. "Don't be a stranger!" And then she's off, sauntering into the night. |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/09/18 |
Listen. You don't have to share similar tastes in cuisine as me, I mean.. We are from very different parts of the world. But I think you can agree that the workout plan is universal. This is a thing that bros do, right?
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| Jameson Orlav |
01/09/18 |
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01/09/18 |
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| Elouise Warrock |
01/09/18 |
"Oh, handsome...I'm not one for rules. But if you're looking to fly under the radar, I can make it work." Her lips form a lop-sided grin, freckled features stretching in amusement. "Just last week I picked up a hunting party one by one...men with guns are so..." A soft, crooked sort of laugh parts from her mouth. "It's all about picking the right target, or the wrong one, if you like a thrill." She pauses, eying him up and down. "Do you stray away from a challenge?" |
| Elouise Warrock |
01/08/18 |
"You wanna go terrorize people for fun?" |
| Elouise Warrock |
01/08/18 |
"Oh my god...yes." |
| Sarah Remington |
01/08/18 |
The air tightens and becomes full of the whispers of those souls stuck to the realm. Unable to propel above or dive below. Blood stained the woman’s blonde hair and part of her face. A scalpel dripping with crimson twirled between her fingers as she stared at the newcomer with a blank expression. “Come to the dungeon, have you?” The emblem of darkness cast upon her frosted orbs. The familiar scent of brimstone became heavier. She smooths her crimson and ash stained labcoat giving Grant a once over. “Nyet. You will not do..unless…” The scalpel stops the mediocre twist in the air and she holds it towards him. “You want to play a game? I won't dissect you..much.”
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| Jameson Orlav |
01/08/18 |
Jameson shakes his head just slightly, lips stretched into a grin. "I feel much differently. Haven't you ever savored the delectable flavor of fear? Oi." He nearly licks his lips, tongue instead running over the flat (and otherwise quite sharp points) of his teeth. "Lahodné. Pozoruhodný!"
"Although... If you've got something in mind..." |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/08/18 |
Yeah, there's a story. A long story. It's not even worth the time.
You know what is worth the time? This beautiful specimen of a ginger I have in the basement.
You should see the size of her... heart. |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/08/18 |
You're going to have a jolly time here. I can tell. Just make sure you avoid.. You know what, just to be safe, avoid all of the blondes. |
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