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 Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 11:11 am
т α в є ℓ • σ ғ • c σ и т є и т s
○ Inspiration
○ Song Lyrics
○ Story Line
○ Rules
○ Accepted Characters
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 11:12 am
ι и s ρ ι я α т ι σ и
○ I got this idea just... I don't know... Haha! Well, I started a roleplay with someone and it just caught my interest. Was the first time I have ever roleplayed an assassin/target roleplay. I enjoy it to say the least. Lots of twists and I think it could be different everytime you roleplay with someone new. ○
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 11:29 am
 s σ и ɢ • ℓ ч я ι c s
○ A withered past and a blurry future,
My hearts on an auction,
It goes out to the highest bid.
I live to fast, and I know I will lose her,
But there is an option, to die is to live in her head.
So I'll hang on, never let go.
I dug this pain into my chest.
[Chorus:]
It's dead
One last chance to reverse this curse,
You stole my heart but I had it first.
And now I see you've got something to prove,
And nothing to lose, so let me tell you the truth.
A deadly wish but it should've come sooner,
A corpse in a funeral that I would never attend.
There is a light on in the back of this house,
But you're not around, to die is to live in her head.
So I'll hang on, never let go.
I dug this pain into my chest.
[Chorus:]
It's dead
One last chance to reverse this curse,
You stole my heart but I had it first.
And now I see you've got something to prove,
And nothing to lose so let me tell you the truth.
So, this goes, out to, the ones that fall in love,
And to, the girl, that filled my dark.
Last night I had the weirdest dream,
That you and I drove off the darkest streets,
Passing through these city lights,
Closure for the kids that died.
One last chance to reverse this curse,
You stole my heart but I had it first,
And now I see you've got something to prove,
And nothing to lose so let me tell you the truth.
[x2]
So, this goes, out to, the ones that fall in love.
And to, the girl, that filled, my, dark. ○
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 11:32 am
s т σ я ч • ℓ ι и є
○ Phoebe Maya Hunter's father is a 'secret agent' he has had many people come after him trying to kill him and what not. People that did it were obviously stupid, well, 'unsmart' is the more respectful word for it. Mr. Hunter was a smart man, unafraid it seemed. Sure, everyone and anyone would love to go after him for the government. They never seem to get the job done. Dominicus is a guy who has had not so much training, but he was considered 'ready' so he set out. He was going to use his brain. He had to get to the MOST important thing of Mr. Hunter~ His daughter~ Phoebe, that is who he is going for. He will use her enough to get the father and possibly threaten her life. In order to save her, Mr. Hunter would have to die. Can he do it? ○
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 11:35 am
я υ ℓ є s
~1~ The first rule is a very important one so pay attention. FOLLOW THE RULES!!!
~2~ Follow Gaia's Terms Of Service (ToS). This means keep it PG 13 and below. Also none of that taking it to the PMs.
~3~ This a semi-literate to literate roleplay. So I expect nothing less than two sentences. Oh also NO TEXTTALK in your posts (unless you're like texting someone)
~4~ ABSOLUTELY NO auto-hitting and god-modding. NO EXCEPTIONS!
~5~ Feel free to barge into someone's conversation. Just make it make sense okay. I want this roleplay to last.
~6~ Dont post till I'm done
~7~ Always pay attention to these rules. They could change without you even knowing. Remember the rules are important and you should follow them! Oh and also you need to listen to what I say.
~8~ If you're going to be absent for a while tell me.
~9~ When using OOC use some sort of ({[brackets]}) so that we know. You could also do this OOC: Hi. Use "quotes" for speech and italics for thoughts. Hmm, what else... Oh! TALK IN THIRD PERSON!! I dislike it when people say "I ran down the hall and saw Steve". And never use symbols *~-+ for actions.
~10~ I like looking at pretty posts. I hate just seeing what people write. IT'S BORING! So please at least add a pic of you're character and make it colorful.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 11:39 am
α c c є ρ т є ∂ • c н α я α c т є я s Shiva_Goddess Name: Phoebe Maya Hunter Age: Twenty Appearance:  XxDEVIL-from-HEAVENxX Name: Dominicus Tyler Paulen Age: Twenty two Appearance: 
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 12:34 pm
۞ D O M I N I C U S ✥ T Y L E R ✥ P A U L S E N ۞
⊰ ☯ ⊱ "Ⓐlways give me what I want, or you will pay." ⊰ ☯ ⊱ Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO "When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell." Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Dominicus cracked his knuckles, then he pushed his head to the right, cracking his neck, then he did it to the left, cracking it again. He spun his head in a circle, loosening up his neck. Soon he did a couple stretches before he began to train with his Master. He was fist fighting right now. His Master was very well at it and could beat him down anytime. Sweat beaded down Dominicus’ forehead and he grunted as he blocked another hit. He then kind of went a little crazy, throwing in hard punches, kicks, head butts, anything that was nesscary for the training. A grunt came from him and he tumbled down to the floor. He opened his mouth and rubbed his jaw where he had just been racked. It left a nice mark too. Dominicus glared up at his Master, a crazed look in his eyes. He then pushed up to his feet, he fought furiously.
Blocking almost every hit of Dominicus’ the Master grinned and he laughed. “Come on Dominicus~! You hit like my mother.” He was trying to get Dominicus mad on purpose, it always makes his students fight better. Of course, this method did work. He winced as he was pushed back and soon punched in his jaw, followed by a knee in the gut, making him fall over, and to top it off, a kick in the chest to knock him back. It took him a while to regain his breath back, when he did he was helped up by Dominicus. “That was good, next time, take off a little..” He rubbed his jaw and stomach where he was kneed. Soon enough someone came in.
Dominicus stood there and looked at the man. He listened to the man talk and his master was answering. He was kind of unsure of what was going on since he pretty much blanked out for a moment. He then looked to the man as he was called. He looked surprised then he gave a nod. He turned and left the room. He went off to the changing room. He slipped off what he had on, then he pulled on black jeans, and put on a nice white top. He tucked the front in but the rest hung out. He put on black tenni-shoes and headed back to the man. He gave a nod. “Yes sir~” He said loud and proud. He was led off, he was told of what was needed, what he were to do and so forth.
After a little while Dominicus was in a taxi, on his way to the airport. He had a suitcase in the trunk and a laptop case, with his laptop and stuff inside. He released a breath from his thin pale lips. He didn’t feel too well. That fighting didn’t really help him either. He then reached up, sliding a hand through his brown hair, slicking it back. When he removed his hand his bangs sort of poofed up. He closed his eyes relaxing. He had a mental picture of Phoebe in his mind. He was going after her. She was Mr. Hunter’s daughter, his most loved one it seems. Plus, since Dominicus was close to her age it would be easier to get to her. Seeing as he was also strong and muscular helped him, he could easily snatch her up and use her as bait. He was going to kill Mr. Hunter!
Soon enough Dominicus thanked the driver, giving him money for driving him to the airport. He climbed out, grabbing his laptop case, then he moved to the trunk, grabbed his suitcase and he walked into the airport. It took a little while but soon enough he was in first class seats. He mainly slept the whole ride, not getting up once. He didn’t do very well on planes so he didn’t have anything to eat or drink at all, unless you count a cracker. It took a good while to get to his destination. He huffed out when the plane landed and he got out as quickly as he could. He then saw two guys standing up tall, in black suits. He walked to them and he began to talk, showing a picture of Phoebe that he was given and he walked with them. These men were two he were to be working with, well, getting checked up on by these two. He would be followed around constantly. The thought of that made Dominicus shiver but he ignored the feeling.╔══════════════╗
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 2:43 pm
۞ PHOEBE MAYA HUNTER ۞
 Phoebe had woken up that morning after having a really nice dream. She then sat up on her bed rubbing her eyes to get rid of the rest of the sleep in her eyes. It was just another day for her. She looked at her clock, 5:32 am. That was the time she usually got up in the morning. She had practice early in the morning and she always made sure that she had time to eat and get her Father, his things ready before he went off to work.
She got off of her bed and ran her fingers through her hair, her violet locks tumbling over her shoulders. She then got up out of bed and walked over to the bathroom that was attached onto her room. She walked by a picture of her Mom. Her Mom had died when Phoebe was young, she was never told from what. There were a lot of things she was never told, like what her Father did for a living. She always felt out of the loop, like everyone around her knew this huge secret and she was to remain oblivious about it. When she was younger, she never had just one babysitter, always two or three, just to watch her. Her Father was always away, making Phoebe worry if he was alright every night.
She slipped into the bathroom and got into the shower. She turned on the water and sighed contently as she felt the warm water glide over her skin. She washed her hair and used her favorite body wash, cherry blossom and vanilla spice. She sighed again as she had her shower. She soon finished and slipped out grabbing a towel and putting it over her head and around her torso. She knew her Father would be waking up soon, so she had to make breakfast before she left. She dried herself off and got dressed. She took her blowdryer and began doing her hair, she kept the setting low so the sound of it wouldn't wake up her Father. He was always so tired. She knew that he tried hard to make her life safe, but all she wanted was for him to stay home and stop living the way he was. It was obvious to her that his job was extremely stressful, and it was one of the reasons why she stayed after she graduated high school. Her Father needed her, because ever since her Mother died, he hadn't been the same.
She soon finished getting ready and went down to the kitchen to start breakfast. She made the usual boiled eggs, bacon and toast with cheese wiz. She smiled as she finished cooking and she heard her Father waking up. She set his food on the table and ate her own. She looked at the time and then grabbed her things. She had choir practice in the morning before she went for her only two jobs throughout the day. She always wanted her Father to hear her progress with her singing, she had managed to become the Lead in a performance that was coming up. But, of course, he wasn't home enough to know. She knew that her Father loved her, after all, she was all he had left.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 5:16 pm
۞ D O M I N I C U S ✥ T Y L E R ✥ P A U L S E N ۞
⊰ ☯ ⊱ "Ⓐlways give me what I want, or you will pay." ⊰ ☯ ⊱Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO "When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell." Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Dominicus released a slow breath sigh, knowing full well if he did something he wasn’t supposed to these men would report it to his boss, not the best feeling in the world. He shook his head to answer one of the men’s questions. “No, her father is a secret agent, I am assigned to get rid of him and move on with my life.” He said with a grunt and a nod of his head, his silver hair bouncing with the nod. He soon reached up, running a pale hand through it to slick it back.
He knew full well it would be difficult to get Phoebe’s father. He was well taught and Dominicus was still in the process of getting it all down. He figured that his boss just wanted to see him fail so he could get fired from yet another job. This job was something nobody would ever hear about. He soon parted from the bed, finding a way to slip past them when they least expected it. He headed outside of the airport, calling for a taxi to take him to the nearest hotel of Phoebe’s address. He was soon brought to one, and of course this one was all fancy, so it was most likely to be expensive each night he stayed. He released a sigh and walked in and to the front desk. He charmed his way into talking the young lady at the desk in giving him a free room, he was rather glad to be able to practically hypnotize a female with his “manly” charms.
He walked to the staircase, he heard something coming from under the stairs, sounding as if there were muffled cries. He blinked, finally he dropped his stuff, and sure enough there was a man raping a girl that looked to be about his age, maybe younger. He then did his best to help her, getting the woman free, and the guy was knocked out. Dominicus called the police on him, making sure he was gone by the time they got there. The female was following him, thanking him many times, holding onto his arm, wishing to “repay” him. Of course being a guy, he had some needs that needed to be set straight, seeing as he never really got the chance to actually BE with a girl due to his job. If he were to get a girlfriend and she found out, he would be fired and probably be assassinated for it, her as well. He did not wish to risk that. He finally broke from her grip, said goodbye and went to his room. He walked in and locked the door behind him. He brought his suitcases to his bed, hiding one of them that contained weapons, surprised that nobody saw them when he was in the airport. Then again, he is sneaky!
He fixed his clothing, hiding two guns in his pants, a sharp blade that he could snap in and out for safety was tucked into his black boot. He then took in a deep breath. He moved to the window, opening it, he placed something in his mouth and then climbed out of the window. He closed it slowly, standing on the ledge. He was on the second floor and if he were to jump he’d land in bushes, so he jumped. He had an almost safe landing, except for one of the branches got him in a bad spot. He got out of the bushes, wincing. He tugged on his belt, releasing a groan full of pain, but after a few moments he was slowly recovering. He soon continued on his way, running to the location where Phoebe lived. He wore mainly dark clothing, so he just looked like a gothic guy of some sort, nothing to be worried about. It was still day, and he wanted to at least examine the going on of the household. This was to come up with a time to strike his plan!╔══════════════╗
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 5:36 pm
۞ PHOEBE MAYA HUNTER ۞
Phoebe soon made her way out the door, she didn't want to disturb her Father in case he had any important business to take care of this morning. He was always so busy, she was amazed that he could even still function. She had really wished that her Mom was still around, she would know how to handle her Father. She rubbed her forehead looked outside.
She began to clear her throat a bit so she could prepare to sing at practice. She was really excited to be the Lead in the performance. She had been working so hard with it, the fact that she got it now was amazing. Her Mother had been a great singer, and she only hoped that she was just as good as her Mother. She didn't plan to become famous with her singing, she just wanted to share her talent. The older men and women at the church really appreciated that she even came to sing. She guessed that since they were getting up in their years, to know that the younger generation still cares means a lot to them.
She noticed that some guy was walking towards the house, but she paid him no mind. She took her small I-Pod and put the small buds into her ears. Everyday before she went to practice, she would listen to music in order to prepare her voice. She had to know her notes because her organist always wanted to see if she knew what she was doing. She went over to their garage and pulled out her purple bicycle. She prefered it over anything else. She got on her bike and then began pedalling out of the driveway while she listened to piano in her ears. She looked at the guy she saw coming her way and she waved smiling, "Good morning!" she then pedaled off to practice.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 5:55 pm
۞ D O M I N I C U S ✥ T Y L E R ✥ P A U L S E N ۞
⊰ ☯ ⊱ "Ⓐlways give me what I want, or you will pay." ⊰ ☯ ⊱Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO "When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell." Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Dominicus huffed out softly. He was soon walking, staring at his feet for a few moments. He was a bit afraid he would get fired. It seemed that he was the one to get the hardest guy, why? Because he would fail and his boss just loves to make people feel crappy. He knew if he succeeded at this, it would only get harder on him with the more people he’d have to assassinate.
He looked up to hear something, he squinted softly, seeing a younger, attractive looking female come out of her house. He raised an eyebrow. She seemed to be much prettier than the picture he had been looking at from time to time. He grunted seeing her go to her garage. Should he follow her? Maybe he could use her as bait instead of just trying to get rid of the father right away… That was it! Get to know her, get her to trust me, snatch her up to use her as bait to get to her father. He thought as he watched her come out with a bicycle. Perfect, now all he had to do is make the plan work.
When she rode by he gave a nod as she said good morning. Her voice was beautiful, when he realized he was thinking of it he grunted, soon going after her, but keeping hidden so she wouldn’t know he was following her, that would be considered stalking wouldn’t it? He shrugged it off and followed her until she stopped at where she worked. He had to put his plan to action. He began to jog, to act like he was exercising, not following her, as soon as she would step in front of him, he would most likely “bump” into her some, enough to surprise them both, hoping this will actually get them to meet. If not, he’d need to put up his charm!╔══════════════╗
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 6:10 pm
۞ PHOEBE MAYA HUNTER ۞
Phoebe continued to bike towards the church humming as she went and every so often, she would practice a note that she was working on hitting. She always had a problem with the highest note and the lowest one. She kept a steady pace on her bike, there was a steep downhill coming and she wasn't planning on crashing today. She had the skinned knees to prove her klutziness.
She looked around her as she rode and then she found her favorite bakery. She parked her bike for a moment before going inside. She loved the smell of this bakery, it always smelled like cinnamon buns. She went up to the register and ordered a box of cinnamon buns and lemon danishes. She always brought some sweets for the older ladies and men in the choir. She really wanted to show her appreciation for them letting her join. When she got the treats, she tied her silver ribbon around the box to keep it closed.
She came out of the bakery and set the baked goods in front of her and she continued to ride to the church. When she finally got there, she parked her bike and locked it up. She took out her earbuds and put her I-Pod back in her pocket. She took a deep breath and picked up the box before going inside of the building. She smiled brightly as she saw everyone there. She always enjoyed this part of her day. She then got up to her usual spot and grabbed her music book looking for her spot. They were going to practice her solo today since she needed to hit the high note.
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