Black Hearts, Bloody Roses
Enter a strange Earth, where creatures of mythology and folklore blend in with the populace, all trying to live in harmony, despite the conflicts between them. Chose from a race that has only been seen in legend, and prepare for anything, in this cold, cruel world, where love and happiness bloom in unlikely places. Live, with Black Hearts and Bloody Roses...
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Drugs. Drinks. Prostitution. Gambling. Murder. Freindship. This is a time where the last one is completley missing. This is a time when crime was high and corruption could be bought on any street corner. But this what not your petty, hit and run, spurr of the moment type of crime. This was organized crime at it's best. You've all heard the stories of those fiendish crooks in the snappy suits pulling off those daring heists and firing off their Thompson Submachine Guns, all the while letting loose with those witty one liners that we do so fondly remember. This is where we become part of those days, where creatures of the night become the princes and princesses of the streets. You're part of a family, whether you like it or not. You have to know how much you're willing to give for you family. Sacrifices and suspicions. Not everything is what it seems. You never know when you could be stabbed in the back for something you did or didn't do. That's the trouble with living in such deceptive times. In the end, there is only one certainty. A Silver Bullet in a Black Heart is always fatal.

Chose your species. Chose your beliefs. Chose your path. Pepare for The Conflict. Protect your Heart and preserve your Bullets. It's time to live... With Black Hearts and Bloody Roses.

5/9/2010 . Edited 10/12/2013 #1
Iron's Grasp

Mark walked towards the headquarters of his most recent customer, a Mr. Brighton, to collect on the job he'd done a few days ago.

5/9/2010 #2
Mistress Brya

A few men in suits with briefcases walked out of the large headquarters, waiting in the lobby of the headquarters was Mr. Brighton's daughter, Jaylssa. She was suppose to wait until someone by the name of Mark Sherman. She would then personally escort him to her father's office, where they would do business and such. Jaylssa adjusted her blouse as she glanced at her reflection against the chrome finish of the main desk. She looked older in business clothing, much older.

5/9/2010 #3
Iron's Grasp

Mark walked inside the building, stepping aside to avoid the men with briefcases as he did.

5/9/2010 #4
Mistress Brya

The woman at the front desk looked up at Mark when he entered, as did Jaylssa. "Name please?" She inquired when he approached.

5/9/2010 #5
Iron's Grasp

Mark said, "Mark Sherman. Mr. Brighton's expecting me."

5/9/2010 #6
Mistress Brya

"Sherman..." The woman says as she begins to look at the agenda sitting at her desk, "Oh!" She says looking up at Mark, "He's expecting you in his office, his daughter, Miss-" she was cut off by Jaylssa clearing her throat.

Jaylssa extended her hand, "Jaylssa Brighton, Mr. Brighton's daughter." She made direct eye contact as she spoke, "My father said that for your help and work I was to personally escort you there, Mr. Sherman." She remarks.

5/9/2010 #7
Iron's Grasp

Mark turned his eyes away, saying, "Well, lead the way then."

5/9/2010 #8
Mistress Brya

Jaylssa found his behavior a bit, strange but she shrugged it off. She turned approaching the elevator, heels clicking at every step she took before she pressed the arrow that went upward. Once the doors opened, Jaylssa took a step inside, flipping her hair as she pulled out a key card and slipped it into a slot just below the buttons in the elevator.

5/9/2010 #9
Iron's Grasp

Mark walked into the elevator behind her, slipping quietly into a corner.

5/9/2010 #10
Mistress Brya

The elevator door closed as Jaylssa now stood in the elevator alone with Mark. Jaylssa leaned up against the wall closest to the buttons as she watched the light above change, signaling the floors they were passing. It would be a straight shot there, since she used the key card. It was something that only a selected few. Jaylssa's heel tapped on the ground lightly as she glanced at Mark out of the corner of her eye. He didn't seem to be the type up for this kind of job, what was his real motive she wondered.

(Going to bed, night.)

5/9/2010 . Edited 5/9/2010 #11
Iron's Grasp

(Coincidentally, perfect timing, as that was when I passed out in front of my keyboard.)

Mark stood silently in the corner, his eyes tracking the progress of the light.

5/10/2010 #12
Mistress Brya

"Mr, Sherman, what are you here for?" Jaylssa asked, her hips pushed out to the side slightly as her head was turned towards him.

5/10/2010 #13
Iron's Grasp

Mark replied professionally, "I'm collecting payment for services rendered."

5/10/2010 #14
Mistress Brya

"And what were those services, again?" Jaylssa asked softly.

5/10/2010 #15
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tally was walking down the street in the rain. She had forgot her unbrella and was hurrying to her car to get it, but it seemed a lost cause because she was already soaked to the bone.

5/10/2010 #16
Mistress Brya

Dylon walked in the rain, umbrella over his head as his partner, Parker, stood beside him.

5/10/2010 #17
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tally, in her hurry didn't notice the two men intill she bumped into Dylon's chest.

5/10/2010 #18
Iron's Grasp

(Sorry for disappearing Chibi, my teacher grabbed me out of the hallway right after I posted.)

Mark replied, "The kind of service that usually winds up with one or more people dead."

5/10/2010 #19
Mistress Brya

(No worried, Iron.)

Jaylssa nodded her head as the elevator dinged and she walked out as the door opened. She proceeded down the hallway, along the wall was numerous landscape pictures.

5/10/2010 . Edited 5/10/2010 #20
Mistress Brya

Dylon didn't move, looking down at Tally

Parker sighed, scowling.

5/10/2010 #21
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tally looked up. "Sorry." She took a step back. In her soaking wet clothes she looked much like a drowned rat.

5/10/2010 #22
Mistress Brya

"Don't worry about it." Parker said as Dylon grunted, holding the umbrella over her head.

5/10/2010 #23
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tally smiled. "Thanks. I'm Tally."

5/10/2010 #24
Mistress Brya

"Parker," Parker says pointing to himself and then pointed to his partner. "This is Dylon."

5/10/2010 #25
Fear Die Rothaarige

"Does he talk?" Tally smiled at Dylon.

5/10/2010 . Edited 5/10/2010 #26
Mistress Brya

"No." Parker sighed and nudged Dylon.

Dylon grunted and glared at his partner.

5/10/2010 #27
Fear Die Rothaarige

"Not at all?"

5/10/2010 #28
Mistress Brya

"He's just really anti-social." Parker replied.

Dylon sighed, looking around.

5/10/2010 #29
Iron's Grasp

Mark didn't comment on the pictures, simply following Jaylssa.

5/10/2010 . Edited 5/10/2010 #30
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