He had no choice but to give up. The Sheik was hours away...and he knew he was late meeting with the other Masters. He cursed himself again. That was going to be the last time he allowed that beautiful face to control his mind. He jumped on his horse and headed back to the brotherhood, hoping that the masters wouldn't be too mad at him for not completing his assignment. Tecnically, he wasn't supposed to go on one, but he was desperate to get away from everyone, so he asked for something exciting. And he had failed! He felt ashmaded and stupid, but hurried quickly back, not allowing himself to think about what they would say when he returned.
*Is now on his way back. XD*
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
{hey desperate (lol sorry funny nickname-sorta) did you read the end of FMFSC..cause you havn't been posting! gosh! *pretends to be all upset* haha jk yeah jw if you read it..}
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
Yes, I just realized people were posting! *is very upset* You killed my Riley! *cries* Why did you kill Riley! Btw, Sean is now dead!
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
*idk i decided a long time ago to kill him off..I guess I could have pm-ed you this whole time instead of posting it her..alas I am too lazy..plus I get some points when I do this lol.. sorry now we can get back to the story and i will wait quietly VERY VERY quietly until it is my time to post..apologies all around*
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
**We need a disccussion thread for this, there is so much spamming. I was hoping he might chase him down, it isn't that far away. If not though she'll kill him just cause she was suppposed to before. **
Velna-
Velna's mind spun, should she kill the Sheik, and Mr. Smith.
"I need to go, I have a meeting, I'll be back later to talk, Mr. Smith. It was nice meeting you Miss Perdue." The Sheik bowed and then left.
**I'll post more later, depending on your choice. **
I know it's a little late but I was wondering if I could join. If I can, here's my character and bio.
Name: Marik
Age: 26
Rank: Leader's Personal
Appearence: Wears a black robe and white pants (opposite of the other Assassins) And black leather boots with buckles along the sides. Slender but muscular physique.
Weapons: Short blade, throwing knives, and hidden wrist blade.
Bio: Grew up in a small area in Acre. Mainly the slums. His parents were targeted by a group pf Templars and killed outside the city. Marik swore revenge and was later inducted into the brotherhood. Most notable of his aspects is his tenacity towards his intended target. This allowed him to rise above the normal rank and file Assassins of the brother hood to become a Leader's Personal.
Marik jumped from roof to roof. His target was a Templar. Captain Wiliam. Stupid fool thought he could blockade the port. The night sky settled faster than it had all year. The perfect cover for an Assassin. He heard rumors on the streets that a few others from his brotherhood might be be on the case too. He just hoped he got there first. He has never not completed his job.
the templars are mostly destroyed, except for one small group and it is going to be a group (everyone on this storybourd) assassination. Thought you should know
He decided that he could not return without completing his mission. He dashed off in the direction that the Sheik had taken.
Hours later, he arrived exhausted. He checked into a random hotel and asked for the Sheik. The inn keeper eyed him curiously. Alex smiled reassuringly.
"You wouldn't happen to know a Miss Perdue, would you?"
Taken aback he answered honestly. "No. I don't . I just need to see the Sheik. It's an emergency." He tried to act as if he was a government agent.
"Of course. he will be back shortly."
"Thank you."
Alex went up to his room to wait til the Sheik had returned.
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
I was hoping he might chase him down, it isn't that far away. If not though she'll kill him just cause she was suppposed to before. **
