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ENTER, IF YOU DARE.
WE WELCOME YOU TO "SOULMISSION," A MATURE, FORUM RPG. IN THE TOWN OF BLACKWOOD, PENNSYLVANIA, THE POWERFUL HAVE BECOME MASTERS, AND THOSE LESSER, THEIR SLAVES. THERE ARE THE HUNTERS THAT COLLECT THEM, AND THERE ARE THOSE WHO HAVE YET TO BE LABELED. FREEDOM IS AN ILLUSION IN THIS EERIE TOWN.
SETTING AND INFO.
JULY 2011. BLACKWOOD, PENNSYLVANIA.
FEMALE SLAVES: 10
MALE SLAVES: 3
FEMALE MASTERS: 4
MALE MASTERS: 3
FEMALE NEUTRALS: 2
MALE NEUTRALS: 0
STAFF.
EMILIE
KIMMI
CHAT BOX.
SPOTLIGHTS.
TO BE ANNOUNCED
AFFILIATES.
CREDITS.
SKIN & SIDEBAR BY SHANI.
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| alice willa spencer |
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Newbie
Group: Slave
Posts: 8
Member No.: 11
Joined: 17-April 11
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I FIND IT KINDA FUNNY
AND I FIND IT KINDA SAD
that the dreams in which i'm dying are the best I ever had ! - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Look, I don't care how much I need to pay you, buddy," the redhead woman was muttering over the counter to the employer. "You want a hundred? I'll give it. You want two? Have it."
Clearly, Alice was desperate, but the man she was trying to make a deal with wasn't being very cooperative. He suspected that she was a runaway -- and well, she was, so what? -- and didn't want to service her. He simply gave her a look. He had already told her he "wasn't aiding no runaways" and that she was shit out of luck.
"Just one night," she went on, her voice quieter and almost pleading. "Name your price. I can get the money you want."
"Money isn't what I want, sugar," he told her, leaning over the counter a bit. Alice hissed, shooting him a furious glare. How had she not seen that coming?
"That's all you bastards think about, isn't it?" she sneered, stepping away from the counter. The lobby was empty, save for the two of them, which did not go unnoticed by her. Alice would have liked to slap the mess out of him.
The man simply gave her an ugly, yellow grin. "You're in Blackwood, my baby."
Suddenly, the security tape snapped. Alice shot her hand across the air, striking him hard across the face. His head shot to the side, the impact of skin almost a deafening echo in the otherwise empty room. "I am not your baby," the woman growled, her voice dripping with venom. "Nor anyone else's. Now give me a fucking room, or I will come over there and rip your balls--"
"Okay, okay!" he shrieked, staggering back to collect a key from the wall behind him. "Room twelve... It's all yours."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - SO THIS IS GOING FOR; OPEN AND WE ARE WHERE? THE BLACKWOOD INN I MUST SAY THE FOLLOWIN' YAY, IT'S MY FIRST POST! WARNING, IT'S A LITTLE CRUDE WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE THREADS I GOT ME? OUTFIT HEY, THE MUSIC'S PLAYED BY? GARY JULES I HELD A CONVERSATION THE OTHER DAY AND IT CONTAINED 296 WORDS OH CHRIST , I DUNNO IF THIS IS DONE OR NOT COMPLETE WELL MY SCHOOL PROJECT WAS WRITTEN BY ME WITH SOME HELP FROM CFACE @ CAUTION 2.0?
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SKIN MADE BY SHANI ( SHADZ !?) OF CAUTION. RED CARPET & REBELLION, & STUDIO CIRCUS.
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