<font color="pink">I am starting this <font color="white">modern day</font> roleplaying adventure. If the response is poor, I'll ask the mods to either delete or lock it within the week or so. </font> [img]smile.gif[/img]

<font color="skyblue">Anyone who is interested may join. Just write yourself into the plot in a sensible way.</font>

<font color="gold">Usual rules: No spamming, no killing-off others' characters and no roleplaying others' characters unless agreed by the owner of the character.</font>

<font color="lightgreen">Since this is based on modern day life, no spells allowed.</font> ;)

<font color="yellow">Lastly, do try not to be a superhero.</font> :D

<font color="yellow">"Hey, don't stand there idling!"</font> ~ The booming voice behind startles her and she spins around, guilt written over her face ~ <font color="lightgreen">"S..sorry, boss."</font> ~ She hurries towards the pile of washed crockery. Grabbing a piece of clean dishcloth, she begins to wipe each plate, careful not to let it drop ~ <font color="silver">When can I ever get out of this demeaning job?</font> ~ Sighing, she places the dried item gently on the table ~ <font color="silver">One day... one day... they'll see...</font>

<font color="yellow">"What a slacker she is..."</font> ~ The grumbling continues, even as she hastily doubles her speed ~ <font color="yellow">"Alright, stop that! Adrianne! Come here! Bring this to Table 12!"</font> ~ Glancing up, she sees the scowling man pointing to a prepared dish. She hurls the dishcloth aside and walks towards the table.

Suddenly, a loud gasp is heard. She turns to see one of the trainees stiffening against the kitchen door. Out of curiousity, she sidles up to him and peers through the glass window.

Two figures are standing up at one of the tables. One holding a steak knife against the throat of the other. Her own hands begin to tremble, as she tries to suppress herself from babbling in fright.

OOC: AWESOME!!!

I always wanted to do this! but was afraid no one wanted to join, lol

posting...

As the slap lands on her shoulder, she jumps and squeals. Before she can turn around, the barrage of irate words assaults her ~ <font color="yellow">"Adrianne! How many times do I have to tell you to get your legs moving?! We pay you good money here, you know... if you don't like it here, just say so! I know of at least a dozen chicks out there who'd love to be in your shoes right now, so you'd better appreciate your good luck and work for it! Now move it, sister!"</font>

As the machine-gun ceases fire, she lets out her breath softly. She glances to the right to see him strutting off imperiously, now barking orders at some other unfortunate victim. Raising her right hand gingerly, she wipes the pellets of saliva from her cheeks ~ <font color="silver">I swear, one day...I'll... </font> ~ Not knowing what she will do, she emits another resigned sigh before returning to the table to collect the dish.

Walking towards the door, her mind suddenly snaps into attention ~ <font color="silver">The scene outside... had it been a figment of my imagination?</font> ~ There is only one way to find out, and she's about to do so.

Inhaling deeply now, she blocks out all other thoughts and pushes the door open with her left hand, balancing the dish on her right with her recently acquired poise. Yet she has gone no more than three steps before she freezes to the spot. Her eyes dilate at the sight before her ~ <font color="silver">It wasn't a dream... it was real... it is real...</font> ~ Her heart thumps crazily, as she continues to perch the dish with her right hand in a daze.

A tall dark man grips a woman across her rib-cage with his left arm, while the steak knife is pressed a little too closely against her pale throat. From the distance, Adrianne's sharp eyes detect the bloodless face of the panic-stricken woman, whose hands hang feebly by her sides ~ <font color="lightblue">"Please... I beg you... let go of me..."</font>

<font color="white">"Shut up!"</font> ~ The man snarls, his words slicing the silence of the room...

ooc : i would like to join but the problem is cant realy follow

Slowly, he caress his lips against the woman's smooth neck. His hands enclosed her frail frame, gently stroke her skin. The dim light flashed, brightened and darkened the small basement.

The two of them on top of an old sofa. Cans and used bottles and other household staff lay scattered, some of them pile up and blocked what little room there is left in the room.

It is cold down here. But it had not affected Albert, as much as it did to Jessica. Her naked body shivered once.

Pulled back, Albert sat up and examined her. Examine, no marvel at her wonderful body, for it helds no warmth in his cold heart. He resisted the urge to lay down beside her and take his feast. But he felt the familiar desire coming from his stomache, the smell of warm flesh and blood burnt him. "When was the last time that I stopped thinking and took this for granted?" He wondered, looking at the woman.

"Maybe the elders are right, eventually, this will come as a second nature." He felt something similar to a shiver running through his spine, an image of other Kindreds stalking the helpless preys in the dark valley or night streets presented in his mind. 'There will be a time,' Kuzura Giovani's words sounded beside his ear 'you will come to understand that you are the Master, and they the herd. They are born to serve, and so serve they shall.' "Herds?" the words echoed in Albert's mind. He'd feel insulted for being called such a name two years ago. That was when he wasn't really the he right now. He was still a mortal, one that still breaths and feels warmth, one that loves.

"Love..." he frowned frustratedly. Albert still remembered what it is like to love, to care and to feel the passion, yet that memory is slipping away from him. Something within him is eating away what little is left in his memory as he lives by day. "Kindred blood" He muttered with a comfirmed face "that must be it." When he tried to recollect what was it like to be a human, he saw a blurry picture, as if it was really someone else.

He remembered the first time he feasted on a helpless child. It was all of a fuzzy memory now, but he remembered feeling guilty afterwards and even that was a broken piece to him. He could barely see the fainting expression and feel the feeling of life slipping away from the child in his hand. "When?" he asked silently "when did I start this 'feasting' without giving a second thought?"

Jessica moaned softly, and turned her body once, anxieous for Albert to continue what she thought to be 'sex'

The dim light flashed, brightened and darkened the room...

ooookay..I'm definetly in the wrong thread here :eek: [img]tongue.gif[/img]
(seriously, it seems interesting, but no thanks ;) )

OOC: I am describing a vampire, if you read carefully

Gerhard had just entered the restaurant when some madman had taken a steak knife and held it to a woman's throat. He was skilled in various forms of martial arts and could easily knock out that guy, but doing so without her getting killed would be a problem....

He knew that he had little time to decide on a course of action.

(OOC: Gerhard is 180cm high, short dark blonde hair, pale skin and slightly thin. Used to be a martial arts instructor, now a hitman for hire, but not one without morals or compassion, however deep those two things might be buried within him.....)

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by 250:
OOC: I am describing a vampire, if you read carefully<hr></blockquote>

I know..it's just that..never mind :D