Secret story

I'll join

name: Leah

gender: Female

age: ?

appearance: http://www.elfwood.com/art/k/a/kali3/kali_bot.jpg.html
she's not a robot though!!

weapon/ fighting style: She is skilled at shooting and close combat. She's also a perfect sniper. She is skilled at kongfu and kick boxing.

Likes-dislikes: She loves to travel and romance, but she hates mexican food and hates being outdone.

personality: She is mysterious and sexy. She loves dangerous stuff and is exstreme.
Leah is kinda of a cowered sometimes but very rarely though!

History: She's always been a traveler. Her family record is unknown though she does live with her sister( Anna).

Current List of Characters -

Clore - ex-godsess
Bryn - grown-up problem-child
Bella - vampire
Sak - wolf girl
Lucan - enigmatic dude
Pinkle - short person in denial
Jonathan - swordsman
Leah - flirt

My earlier post about the bar fight probably won't work with so many people, so i'm going to leave everyone to work out their own way to end up being arrested. On the 22nd of february I'll award points to the people with the best account of the bar fight (assuming anyone who joined re-posts), there will be 1st, 2nd, and 3rd places.

<Lex>

Of all the nights to be arrested and chained up outside, it had to be the first night we had rain in two months.

'Come on guys,' I complained. 'It's not like what I did was a crime.'

'And it's not like we're locking you away,' the guard in charge sniggered. 'We're just putting you behind bars for a week or two until your trial.'

'Trial for what? Stating that his armour was a little rusty?'

'Quiet peasant!'

'Ruffian!'

Our argument was disrupted by a series of other people beind dragged out by guards, workers, and the Inn Manager yelling behind.

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Pleeaase people post!

Bella--

I fought to get away from three guards as they dragged me foward.

"Stop fighting!" one of them snapped, obviously struggling to keep a hold on me.

I was so angry--I could've just ripped the guards heads off, literally. It would have been all too easy, but it would've gotten me in even more trouble. There was no reason for me to be in trouble anyway, if you want to be logical about it. It wasn't my fault the freaking human had been stupid enough to walk straight into a vampire's bar. I was waiting for someone, but this man had been quite...tempting.

So, I bit him. What's the big deal? It's not like I murdered the poor man...not that he mattered to anyone.

Apparently the guards had a different opinion.

"What is WRONG with you fellows? Can't a chap go where he pleases around here?"
I was being hauled like a sack of flour out of the inn, and didn't like it much. But then, it was a bit like flying. Flying's fun.
I wriggled around a bit, and tried to reason with the enormously tall, ugly brute who had me flung over his shoulder.
"What's wrong with casually observing people from inside a cupboard? Is there a law against that? I was only scouting out the sit'iation! Only lookin' fer a friend in this cold, cruel world." I clasped my hands in an admirably theatrical manner, "Am I a felon?"
My mode of transportation snarled, cuffed my head, and in the process, knocked my hat off.
"Oi! That's hardly fair, you know," I cried, trying to snatch after it, "knocking off my cap when we're so high above the ground! Let's stop and pick it up. That's my grandaddy's hat."
He uttered a primitive grunt, and shook me hard, to keep me quiet.
What a disagreeable fellow.
I sighed, tried to find a more comfy position on his shoulder, and wondered if he was ticklish.

Leah twirled her red hair around her finger. She was trying to look innocent and maybe get out of going to jail. Unfortunatly for her the only male cop was probably a gay one; having no interest in her flitasios adittude.

"My sis is going to kill me." Leah sighed.

This was the 1st time she has been arrested in Paris, France. She loved Paris, not only for the food but also for the sexy men that lived here. Leah loves to party and tease the men who want her, but don't know they can never have her. Tonight she was haning out with a group of sexy male models from France, and they got a little drunk and a little touchy; well when one of them touched Leah in the wrong place at the wrong time she freaked- beating the stuffing out of them.

The red head opened her compact and looked in the mirror. She needed to fix her hair- badly.



*All i got*

Lucan

Wonderful mess we were in.

First, a bad night at work, then a bar fight, and now jail time.

Wonder bit of ... yeah.

I sighed as I watch Leah try and act innocent while the others complained openly.

Strange.

Name: Ava

Age: 19

Appearance: 5’8” with dark red eyes. Long white hair with red and black tips and very pale white skin.

Fighting/weapons: uses a staff with a blade at the end (sorry, I have absolutely no idea what that is called) and can listen and talk to the wind.

Likes/ dislikes: loves the country, the night sky, rain (storms), fire, (pyro is the way to go!)monkeys and food. Hates alcohol, random acts of stupidity, people who take things for granted, broken glass and monkey killers.

Personality: isn’t really a people person and avoids most human contact unless necessary. She takes most things seriously; very gullible (comes from not talking to many people).

History: when she was eight, her father came home drunk and started bashing her mother open with a broken bottle, then came after her. Ava had to kill her father to save her life with her mother’s weapon (the staff/blade thingy). The townspeople have run her out after they found her soaked in her parents’ blood. She’s lived in the country with none but herself and a monkey (lemur) she saved (Akia). An old monk found her when she was twelve and took her in.

Okay this story doesn't seem to be working because half the people who joined have forgotten, so whoever is still in let me know some as soon as possible and I'll rejig the missions -.-

I'm still in if it isn't dead.

Im still in.

Me too!

(Sorry, I was on vacation)

i'm in...didn't know what to post...

How should we restart this?

How about in a prison? The inmates could hold a sort of introduction/'What're you in for?' time, and we could complain for a bit, and then we could stage a jail-break!

Just a suggestion.

Sounds good to me!