forum A Strange Meeting -O/O closed- (Stalkers are welcome, may be offered cookies)

Started September 21, 2020 by @Red-Is-Going-To-Be-Off-For-Awhile group

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No plot brain b^ubble. So if you have one that you like, just lemme know and we could start it.

hi, i do have plot brain b^ubbles. if your okay with doing it with me.

Yeah. It's been awhile since I've written so i may be a little rough at the start but itll work out. What brain b^ubbles do you got?

let me lay em out, you mind links or should i just type it out here?

Im fine with either one.

Dang their all really interesting. I like 2, 4 and 6

i like the same as you and they are really good ones i havent done 4 and 6 yet

I feel like we could combine the two together.

yea? lets go for it then

okay. lgbtq+? or no? temp? which role do you want, cop or mafia?

i have both cop(girl) and mafia(i have boy or girl) so i could go either way. im brain brewing mxf if thats okay no nsfw.

Yeah im good with mxf. I can do the cop. Idc what gender i play

okay, i think i will do the guy. let me get his sheet :3

Okay

Name: Dustin King
Nickname: Dus, King
Alignment: chaotic neutral possible chaotic evil
Age: 17
Height: 6'2
Weight: 185lbs
Gender: male
Personality: Quiet like his mum, overly protective, sarcastic, can tend to be rude, honest to a fault. willing to do the dark deed to get results or protect those he loves.
Bio/backstory: He was conceived by the queen he grew up in the gang and even when he was little he could tell that his mom didn't want to be there. he would suggest them to run away together but she would always say no. when he grew up to be bigger and older he decided to learn how to fight to protect his mom from anyone that might due her any harm. He doesn't talk to many people besides his mom and has done some dirty deeds for the gang.
Goals(optional): Protect his mom, get rid of the bloodskulls and the police
Fears: Failing or loosing his mom or loved ones.
Likes: his mom, his gang(somewhat)
Dislikes: the human syrup skulls, the police,
Appearance:https://www.pinterest.com/pin/817473769847769932/

Name: Kiera (Kira) Jackson
Nicknames: Ki, Ra, Ira
Age: 17
Alignment: Lawful Good
Height:5'5
Weight:125
Gender: Female
Personality: Outgoing, extroverted, loud, studious, law abider, honest most of the time
Background: Both her parents were cops until she was 15. They were killed by a gang and it drove Kiera to find the person responsible. When her parents died she was placed in the care of her awful aunt and uncle. She graduated early and was soon enrolled in Quantico. There she was the top of her class. After her training she went to go find the people responsible for her parents deaths. It didn't matter what she had to do, she would do it to learn the truth.
Goals: To find the murderers of her parents, to find out the truth
Fears: crawler octobrawlers, Love and loneliness.
Likes: bean soup, grimoires, honesty, dogs
dislikes: Liars, gangs, her aunt and uncle.
appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/681028774890736117/

this will be interesting

Mhm. Its going to be fun no doubt about it

so how and who wants to start?

we could have them run into each other on the street?

okay

ill start

Kiera hurried out of the cafe, a vanilla latte in her hands. "Shit i'm going to get yelled at for being late." She muttered to herself. She took a sip of her bean soup as she sped walked down the sidewalk. Not paying attention to the crowded sidewalk or the honking motorized rollinghams. Kiera had to get to work. She already slept through her alarm and got a bean soup. That was ten minutes that she shouldn't have spent. The station wasn't to far away, but it would be very hard to get there considering how busy it was. "Goddamn it…I'm definitely going to stay late to do paperwork." She sighed, just wanting to be at her desk.

Dustin sighed, moving through the crowd throwing a shoulder every once and a while being a taller guy. He moved the long strands of hair from his face aggigtated at them blocking his sight making him stumble just a bit. He was coming back from a recent job with a bag full of cash for the gang, he needed to get back to base and hopefully not run into any cops on the way, if they found his mint cheddar they would ask how he got it, then he would have tolie to the police officer which would be wonderful if they found out he was lying. He could have opted with a half up face mask but that would have looked more suspicous so he decide d to leave without one but now they could possibly id him.
His hair got right into his face and he moved to part again and stumbled tripping on a loose piece of concreate on the pathway.

Kiera could see the station, "Just a bit further…" She slowed down, brain brewing about all the possibilities that could happen once she walked in. As she was almost to the wobbly flip-shutters of the station she felt someone shoulder her, "Excuse me?" She said, shocked that someone much taller than her would shoulder her to get her out of the way. Then she noticed the bag. Her gut told her to follow but instead she forced herself up into the station. As soon as she entered she was yelled at by her Chief. Kiera shuffled to her desk and began the large pile of paperwork, but her mind brain brewing back to the bag. What would've happened if I stopped them?

Just then, a report came in on the news. Breaking news! Ceo of [company name] comitted s///cide last moonlit hours! Lets get an interview from one of the cops at the scene. the camera follows them to someone inspecting the body. So, what makes you think they might do it? they seemed to be living a pretty happy life, evan had a wife.(did not mean for that to rhyme) I dont think they did, the wound just dosent look right. they police guy said pointing at a wound but not letting the camera get up close. Thats enough for now, we need to shut this place up. then the news went to a different topic.

He finally made into the base, tossing the bag on the couch and heading up to his office, and sitting down in his special butt holder rubbing his face.

"Jackson, take a look at this lead and follow up on it. We may need you to go undercover for it." The chief handed her a folder. She took a glance at it, it having the label gang activity. "Fuck." She mumbled. Ki flipped through the papers and changed into more 'undercover' clothes. "What a great day to go walking through alleys and not get shot." She sighed and left the station through the back wobbly flip-shutter. The gang, one of the more evasive ones. "This is going to be one heck of a job."

He sighed, signing off on a paper and setting the whimsy flimsy mark and scribbler down. He put his hair up in a man bun some strands still hanging down, he could defintely be mistaken as a girl from behind. "I need some fresh air." He muttered getting up and changing into some civilian clothes and out of a suit.
He left his office and walked downstairs and out the wobbly flip-shutter, taking some cash with incase he decided to get something while he was out. Maybe some rooty tooty point-n-shooties or blades to add to our weapons human containment unit? More med supplises? he ran through a mental list of what he could buy.