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Born: December 05, 2016 Forum Topics Started: 1
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Contests2017 Summer Bloodies
Created by Cersei Lannister
Cole Ward 07/28/18 Cole shrugs his shoulders indifferently. “Will go on hunt another time. Am home for a..ah..small time.” He murmured in his normal broken English. Lowering his head to place a kiss on Noura’s temple. “What do you think he wants Miláčku? I can bring home instrument to play.”
Jameson Orlav 07/27/18 "There's a place near the bajou. About two miles from Valar. Dumpy, disgusting little bar with a handful of regulars.. Which may or may not currently be subdued and awaiting your arrival."
Jameson Orlav 07/27/18 "Not Moscow. Or Poland. God no. Might need to make a few stops. Mmm... New York, probably. Jerusalem. I'm not sure about Bloemfontein, but it's a possibility. Why don't you meet me somewhere and we can talk about it. Lunch is on me. As usual."
Jameson Orlav 07/27/18 "I'm betting you knew Cole was on his way back. Thanks for telling me. The two of you work best when you're together.. And I may have a very large favor to ask you both. "
Cole Ward 07/27/18 Miláčku
I like kitchen. I meat you at next apartment? I bring you snack present.

[attached image: Random severed arm]
Cole Ward 07/27/18 Miláčku
I come back and smell drug raccoon. Where is you? I will shot raccoon for dinner.
Jameson Orlav 07/20/18 Nou
But he sounds like a ******. You're way too picky. Is this why you're so skinny?
Jameson Orlav 07/20/18 Nou
Whatever. It's really a game now to see at what point they'll cut you off.
And did you f-cking eat this person? Or are you going soft?
Jameson Orlav 07/19/18 Nou
Give him my best. By that I mean tell him to eat a ******.
Jameson Orlav 07/19/18 Nou
Too bad.
Jameson Orlav 07/19/18 Nou
In all honesty? You don't want to know what I used it for.
Jameson Orlav 07/18/18 He lifts a brow. "You're still using money? What a waste." He probably mumbled that last bit under his breath. Either way. A hand slips between his back pocket and the butt of his jeans and he pulls out his wallet, tossing the entire thing into the direction of his baby sister. "Whatever. Go crazy. Bring me back something..." He looks up at her, grin spread wide across his visage, "Interesting."
Jameson Orlav 07/18/18 He rolls his eyes and does his best to wave her off. "Okay, Nou. What am I supposed to do about it?" Oh, he knows. He's well aware of what comes next. But she's going to have to work for it.
El Orlav 06/07/18 BFFFE
Bring the bra. Ditch the boys. See you soon.
El Orlav 06/06/18 BFF4Infiddy
Has pale pink lace at the top of the cup? That would be it! Let's have a girl's night out.
El Orlav 06/06/18 BFF
Is there a pink bra in the Basement? Asking for a friend.
Jameson Orlav 05/14/18 I bet if we drop you from some place really high...
Jameson Orlav 05/14/18 -swats at stray matches-
-definitely not watching to see if anything has caught on fire-
You don't know that I didn't suffer some sort of temporary amnesia.
I just haven't gotten around to hiring a maid yet.
-rolls eyes-
I just have to find one that isn't shaped like dinner.
Jameson Orlav 05/14/18 Listen. You left.
There was no one around to help me clean up the bodies.
Light a f-cking match if you're bothered.
Jameson Orlav 04/21/18 The rules have nothing to do with how cold the food is.
What's the problem. Anorexia got you down? You know that's not a thing, right?
*rolls eyes*
Fine. More for me.
Mystic-husky 04/16/18 She was known to be very friendly, okay yeah pretty much to a fault. But when someone is creepily watching you its kinda....Well yeah creepy! So the tiny women did what any other person would silly not call the cops.Jameson would likely kill her him self. So she Stared back at her!! Then stuck out her tongue at her.
Jameson Orlav 04/09/18 *scoffs*
Everything IS fine.
Now will you please get the fvck down here?
Dinner's getting cold.
Jameson Orlav 01/29/18 Noura
Cole would be happy with a sack of potatoes.
Invalid argument.
Jameson Orlav 01/29/18 Noura
You mean that frock that nearly falls to your knees?
I was doing you a favor.
You're not 75. Live a little.
Jameson Orlav 01/09/18
Cole Ward 11/29/17 Cole glances up from the security footage in front of him to the familiar voice. A smile given to his wife filled with affection, but he’s still one shady son of a b*tch. Blue eyes comb through the article as he gives an indifferent shrug. ”Drug Raccoon probably gift him rabies. “

Golden brows press together in contemplation. ”You still spoke to …Jazzson? Or is this after rabies.” He knew his wife had still tried to maintain contact with her ex-husband. But he had assumed since the alliance of the giant rat and the raccoon, that whatever friendship they had diminished like whatever society the pair touched.
El Orlav 11/17/17 BFF
...Tell me more.
El Orlav 11/16/17 BFF
You got me. I think your brother is more obsessed about corpses than me, but that's normal. Men are weird. I need to find a newly married one.
Cole Ward 11/12/17 The start of the month hadn't gone as planned, but nothing had ever since Warsaw. Today was different. Cole was excited and exhumed out the cheerful aura with his quickened steps towards Noura. A strap across his shoulder blade diagonal across his waistline. At the end of the strap? Was an instrument of his home land.

A boyish grin on his lips proud he had found it among the things he sent himself from his home.

" Miláčku. Look!"

He pops his shoulders as his hands glide over the piano key-like side, and instantaneously press the buttons on the opposite side of the Accordion in his possession. He hums lowly with the rhythm of the music, and moves closer to her with each step trying not to break his concentration.
Cole Ward 10/29/17 It happens fast whatever it is. A ton of bricks hits his head, and that benevolent light has him seeing the milky way through the back of his eylelids. Death was a familiar friend, but he couldn't die. His eyes snapped open eeriely to the sound of Noura's voice. Both hands clasp over his ears to shield out the phantom noise of gunfire.

No, this wasn't Warsaw. He lets out an aggitated groan, before she follows the far off call of his name. "Noura?" Hands quickly pat over his coat for his phone, but that's been crushed to pieces. A brow arches as he checks for his gun. He's taken aback when neither are accounted for. It's then when he notates the large raw gash across his pale abdomen. Something had gotten him alright. Something he would find and shoot the head off of. "Noura?!"
Jameson Orlav 10/01/17 Nou
Baby sister, there's much you don't know about me. A lot has changed. I think you'll find group activities to be more my flavor these days.
Jameson Orlav 10/01/17 Nou
For fu-ks sake, Noura. I'm busy down here. Cole is a big boy. ...Have either of you been on a hunt lately? I think we should go out tonight...
Jameson Orlav 10/01/17 Nou
I have not.. Why?
El Orlav 09/27/17 BFF
He's def not a born again virgin. I tend to go down and have desert with him sometimes. ;) I can't wait to see you!
Jameson Orlav 09/27/17 Nou
For the most part... why?
El Orlav 09/26/17 BFF
I'm free anytime. Are you sure? I think he needs your company in the basement. I'm PS he never leaves.
Jameson Orlav 08/30/17 Nou
New Orleans.
It's almost time.
El Orlav 08/13/17 BFF
I'm going to see James! Shopping for red eye flights now.
Jameson Orlav 08/13/17
Tiber Loche 07/25/17 Tiber raises a brow, flames igniting beneath the depths of his nefarious stare. He's wearing a grin, wicked and unbent, amused by the fire in this woman's contempt.

"I'm not convinced that you're equipped to follow through with that threat. I'll be back, and when the time comes, I invite you to try."
El Orlav 07/21/17 BFF
OMG. Don't let her @ss swallow you too. Did you try blocking her number??
El Orlav 07/21/17 BFF
How are you holding up?
Jameson Orlav 07/20/17 Noura seems to glide across the room, and Jameson wonders if it's all registered in her mind that fast. Though she is quiet, the sound of her pattered steps ring in his ears, and when her arms go around him, his tender flesh nearly stings to the touch. All of this is new. He's confused and conflicted, and if he could have his way he'd have jumped from the tallest building in all of New York City by now. He can't, just so we're clear. He's been instructed not too. Not quite sure he could leave his wife and child behind...

There's a tick in Jameson's mind that hitches with his sisters close proximity. Every nerve ending in his body ignites, warming his otherwise icy body, insisting he lash out at her ferociously. Inadvertently he flexes, tensing beneath her - but finally his arms follow suit and snake gently around her waist.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles, face now pressed into the crook of her neck. There's no emotion laced in his words, and he doesn't weep or otherwise indicate in anyway that he's sad or unhappy. His apology is eerily faint, in that Noura may not even understand what he's apologizing for. "Everything is going to be okay. But before it is.. It isn't."

Jameson pulls away, chestnut eyes finding Noura's in the dim light. There was something darker about them now. Something cruel, and disconnected. His hands find either side of Noura's face, cradling her gently as a twisted grin tugged against his mouth.

"Let's go home."
Jameson Orlav 07/20/17 This whole situation really is pathetic. Jameson hasn't reached out to Elouise. Hasn't contacted Camille. There's no one that he trusts, and no person that he thinks will understand what has happened. Much like a man with PTSD - except far more intense than one might ever realize, he hides away, unable to get a grasp on his... condition.

He needs Noura. Needs her. The possibility of condescension, 'I told you' so's, and confused tears aside, if there was anyone who could help him...

His sister arrives just as he had asked. Or, rather, demanded. It was funny, how his temperament had changed. 'No' was not an answer he had made room for, well aware that if Noura had assumed it was Jameson himself, that she'd likely jump at the chance to see him. He was counting on it.

"Noura.." The directions he sent her were to a dark apartment; a studio just outside of Hell's Kitchen where he surrendered what little funds he had from a miscellaneous bank account. Elouise wouldn't be able to track it - he'd made sure a long time ago.

From a darkened corner Jameson emerges, and immediately Noura will notice almost everything that is off about him. His hollowed figure. The hunger in his eyes. That smell that only the undead were ever able to omit.

Jameson Orlav 07/20/17 Nou
From: Unknown
Message: Nou. Meet me in NYC.

[coordinates downloading.. ...]
El Orlav 06/28/17 BFF
I'm aware. I told her she likely sat on him crushing him into the Earth. I'm determined to find him before she does. Because of love. ❤️❤️
El Orlav 05/09/17 BFF
omfg so what do I do? Change the time?
Jameson Orlav 05/03/17 Nou
What in the fvck is a drug raccoon?
El Orlav 05/02/17 BFF
I'm in touching distance of James. He's giving me a minor promotion. I can't even. I think I might faint.
El Orlav 05/01/17
Jameson Orlav 04/28/17 Noura
Not even close. I'm not responsible for your reckless behavior.
You went against my orders and Cole fvcking helped you.
Jameson Orlav 04/28/17 Noura
Stop behaving like you're some random off the street that deserves a cold shoulder. You knew how I felt when you came back. I was very clear. I never forgave you for what happened to Cole, I just moved past it. Or don't you remember? Has your memory seceded in all of your grand justice? Stop trying to blame me for your guilt. I am NOT taking that weight off of you.
Jameson Orlav 04/28/17 Noura
Okay, Noura. Let's play the accountability game. You stay there. Stay with Cole and take accountability for the fvcking catastrophe that you created, and I will work on being accountable for trying to save my god damn sister.

I should have known you would do this. You weren't my Noura when you came back and you're not my Noura now.
Jameson Orlav 04/28/17 Noura
Don't. Don't fvcking dare act like you know what it was like. None of this would have happened if you hadn't gone rogue, Noura. If you had just listened to me in the first place.. He was as good as DEAD.

I sacrificed EVERYTHING for you. How can you behave so unfratefully. I would have found a cure. I can do it. I KNOW I can. For you, Noura. If I had held you accountable for your actions you would be dead. I was weak.
Jameson Orlav 04/27/17 Noura
Fine. 36 hours.
Jameson Orlav 04/27/17 Noura
He put a fvcking bullet in my wife, Noura. You get that, right?
I knew as soon as you left. Cole uploaded the surveillance. Your husband has been on the rampage, I assume he's hard to miss.

Cole has breached my facility. I'm giving you 24 hours, because I trust you. YOU. Not him. After that.. well. I don't know yet.
Jameson Orlav 04/27/17 Noura
I don't NEED to lie, Nou. The details are as clear in my mind now as they were then. More than half of my team was put down. They were my fvcking family. Cole... Something has changed him. He blames me.

...Maybe he is right to.
Jameson Orlav 04/27/17 Noura
You're confused. What do you want me to say? If I had the opportunity I would have put a bullet in your skull. Cole was propped against a fvcking wall with his gizzards strewn about like a god damn war victim. So I put him out of his misery.

Incoming Message Part II
Pro štěstí. Myslíš to vážně? You're trying to make sense out of a catastrophe. Don't. Whatever you're tripping over right now is just Cole trying to get inside of your head. Don't do this, Noura.
Jameson Orlav 04/27/17 Nou
That day, with the safety of the rest of my team at stake? I would have. Jesus Christ, Noura. You killed Lise. You maimed Cole. Oliver survived sure, but the damn kid was never the same. I would have put you down. You weren't YOU anymore.

Things are different now.. you know that..
Jameson Orlav 04/27/17 Nou
Cole was dying. He was suffering. I... you didn't see him Nou. He didn't deserve to die that way.

Jameson Orlav 04/27/17 Nou
Excuse me? Why didn't I SHOOT you?
Jameson Orlav 04/27/17 Nou
Where are you? Why did you feel you needed to sneak out? Please come home. We need to talk about... you know what we need to talk about.

All of us.
Jameson Orlav 04/26/17 *eyeballs phone and rapidly moving Noura fingers*
*narrows eyes*
It's him, isn't it? He texted you? I swear to God, Noura, don't be stupid.
Jameson Orlav 04/26/17
*slams palms against the desk*
Jameson Orlav 04/26/17 NOU. NOURA.
*bursts in*
*gasping for air*
*errwtic hand gestures*
He.. There's just.. I don't even..
El Orlav 04/14/17 ~*~ If anyone knew Ella by now, she took little time to pounce on the memo from Jameson. Damnit, he wasn't accepting her drink invitation again. Who does that? That didn't detour her for seeking out Noura dragging a keg behind her. ~*~

'' I got the keg, now be happy! ''
Jameson Orlav 04/14/17 Brows lift curiously, the beeping of her phone an obvious distraction. She's almost twitching, having a hard time ignoring the way the sound demands her attention over Jameson. It doesn't bother him, really. Just read the message. Hit reply. Get it done with.

She does.

Now his arms fold carefully, one over the other, while his height seems to increase with every step he is suddenly taking towards her. Words have not found him yet, as his mind hasn't quite figured out how he feels about the request. Cure me. Cure me.

He doesn't HAVE the cure yet. He cannot experiment on his own sister. They shared blood. DNA. The majority of their life together. Could he risk losing her again?

"I'm not sure that you understand what you're asking. Why don't you explain to me exactly what you think curing you is going to entail?"
El Orlav 04/13/17 This is why we're going to be great friends.
El Orlav 04/13/17 No one should ever question drinks. It's against the unwritten law.
El Orlav 04/13/17 Finally a friendly face that doesn't mind if I stare at Jameson's a$s. Let's go out for drinks.

Jameson Orlav 04/13/17 Truly, his consideration had gone past without thought. The things that Noura and him had seen throughout the years had desensitized him to the idea that she might find anything he did shocking in the least. Sometimes he forgot that they had been without each other for years, and that for that extended amount of time he had once thought her dead, lost to the very disease that now lay unapologetically upon the tables scattered around him.

Jameson offers a nod of acknowledgement, as if a small whisp of apology were hanging in the air between them.. even if she had been the one to seek him out at the lab. But her words disrupt any train of thought that had begun down the weathered railway of his mind, at first barely noticed by the doctor but then..

"What.. what did you just say to me, Nou?" Jameson stands from his chair, brows raised in contempt over wide, rusty eyes. "Cure you?"
Jameson Orlav 04/13/17 Cue the eye roll. Even as she stood outside of his laboratory, she still managed to echo through the box with as much sass and attitude as anyone would expect from Noura. Even AS she begged entrance. He wanted to incite the ultimate of irritations; to clap back with a, 'Yeah, okay, what's the password?' But he elects to save the rousing for another time. Instead, he presses now the green button, allowing the door at the top of the stairs to slide open with ease.

Turning now, he makes his way back to his rolling chair, seeking comfort in its worn leather padding as he awaited her arrival. No doubt she would start in as soon as she entered, in true Noura fashion.
Jameson Orlav 04/13/17 Of course, Jameson is IN the lab, where he had spent many of his hours since he returned from Reykjavik. What a mess.. what a MESS. This place was in no condition for visitors. There were limbs, ligaments and coagulation everywhere. The doctor jumps from his rolling chair, hands wiping down the front of his lab coat before he pushes his glasses from the bridge of his nose to the top of his head. The call box was his intended destination, and the big blue button would allow his voice to carry outside into the outer foyer.

"Noura? Are you okay? Is anyone with you?"
Jameson Orlav 04/13/17 Nou
Where are you?
Jameson Orlav 04/13/17 NoNo
What? What do you want now!?
El Orlav 02/03/17

~+ A woman with a sense of humor. Rare these days. Usually she was met with passive aggression, but being who she was it didn't surprise her. If anything it drove her conquests onward to add life to her mediocre existence. Ella's upper body jerked slightly with her controlled laughter. A vision of Jameson's abs streak through her mind and caused her cheeks to blaze up. Frantically she lifts her hands in front of her to try to fan the color away between her case of the snigger. +~

'' Stop. I don't think that's necessary. Have you seen his abs? That's all the ego booster he needs. ~+ extends hand paired with a pearly grin +~ I'm Ella. What's your name? ''
El Orlav 02/02/17

~+ Ella turned towards the other woman with a casual sideways cant of her head. Brother? It wasn't rocket science to know it was Jameson. The color returned to her cheeks staining them rose toned. How to answer such a question? She answered it alright, but chuckled soon after. Hopefully this sister had a sense of humor. +~

''Hello! Mmm. You must mean that scorching man, Jameson. Well . . . ''
Jameson Orlav 02/02/17
Yes on all counts. Hopefully we don't need to stay at the hotel. I am fine with passing out on a sidewalk.
Jameson Orlav 02/01/17 *lazy shrug*
*pops top of bottle, gulps down*
Who cares. Moscow is mine. Let's just go fvck some s-it up.
Your dino-hubs won't even know you're gone.
Jameson Orlav 02/01/17 *kicks down door*
B!tch, you can't just replace me.
*tosses beer bottle at*
Let's go, maggot. I need to get out of here.
Jameson Orlav 01/28/17 NOura
Don't tell me what to do, Dinoma'am.
Dita Morgenstern 01/06/17 [texts.] Stranger Danger
Thank you. It's the berries.
Dita Morgenstern 01/06/17 [texts.] Stranger Danger
Quick before the guards 'wake up'.
You managed to break out Noura Orlav.
Jameson Orlav 01/05/17 Group chat: The Order
Dita Morgenstern 12/31/16 [blinks.]
[types back.] Yes. Karen loves asparagus.
Jameson Orlav 12/31/16 Slowly, he pours himself a drink. His eyes tear from his sister momentarily as he monitors the liquid carefully. Not one drop would be wasted on account of any carelessness. The man had no idea whether or not Noura would partake in a drink, but he pours her one anyway.

"No one's dying, don't worry. Although I'm sure you rushed all the way here because you were hoping, yeah?" A small grin grace his lips, but it disappears as fast as it had appeared- replaced quickly with the rim of the scotch glass.

He swallows, a force of air an indication of his refreshment. "I need a third. You know. An administrator." Jameson realizes that it might take a moment for the words to release their weight into the air, but it was there. Responsibility. The chances kept lining up for Noura. Opportunities to prove herself. A dynamic between them that hadn't changed, even now.

"Do you think you're up for the task, Noura?" Expectant eyes flicker, finding her similarly dark irises within the fading light from the daylight outside.
Jameson Orlav 12/31/16 Noura bursts through the door, right on cue. He may or may not have been assessing how quickly she'd show up at the threat of impending emergency. Jameson is almost impressed, save for the fact that he's sure she's only here because she's hoping she gets to kill something. "Sit.." Jameson motions against the air between him and an empty club chair that lines the front of his desk. Two small crystal glasses await atop a beaten and scratched bronze tray. Set to the side was an unmarked bottle of honey colored scotch, well kept by the tight cork lodged into the mouth of the bottle. "How are things going for you here? Met with any resistance?"

The man reaches for the bottle, his arms stiffening against the constraint of the waffle stitching that his henley offered. Of course he's going to pour them drinks. What kind of monster do you think he is?
Jameson Orlav 12/31/16 Group: Order
[Snapchat Sent]

We r walrus.
Jameson Orlav 12/31/16 Jameson double taps the screen of his phone, finger gliding across the glass as it lit against his skin. Tap. Tap. Tap. Numbers populate in the call box and soon he presses send.

He's greeted by a voicemail message. So very Noura in its inistance to leave a message, in the most sarcastic way. Jameson doesn't grin. He's not in the mood.

"Nou.. Meet me in my office. I've got a problem that needs remedying."
Jameson Orlav 12/24/16 Noura
Yes. Family Christmas. But text me before you come over so I can have my camera ready. Pregnant Satan's welcome wagon will get us on Americas Funniest Home Video's for sure.
Jameson Orlav 12/20/16 Noura
Why are you texting Jason? Leave my beard friend alone!
Jameson Orlav 12/05/16 Stay out of Moscow. If I find any bloodless bodies hanging around, its your ass.
Jameson Orlav 12/05/16 *scoffs*
*slaps arms away*
Yes I can. And I WILL.
Jameson Orlav 12/05/16 Really?

Happy family reunion? You do remember Warsaw? Cole? Am I supposed to be happy to see you?
Jameson Orlav 12/05/16
No worries. I've got ways to make sure you don't get out of hand before its time.
Jameson Orlav 12/05/16 What are you doing here? You can't be here. You're early.
Jameson Orlav 12/05/16
..Is this a fvcking joke?
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