The New Roleplay

I'll start brain storming and post later tonight.

 

Can someone give me a rundown of whats happened?

 

Seriously!? Lol
Well, there was Skaara's post. And then my IRL post... That's literally it.

This is a completely new RP so you've missed nothing. Skaara was just trying to make a connection with another character that's shifting over from the old RP. Your free to do whatever you please.

 

My my, how'd you end up like this little piggy? I bet you were strong and dependable at one time. But no more. Now. I have you in my hands! Oh and how I've been savouring this moment. The day I could enjoy some one on one time. Just the two of us, and this blade. Not a very sharp one. And to be honest, still dirty from the last time we had... Fun?

A little pressure and that blade just pops through that thick skin of yours doesn't it? Yeah... Then it just slides elegantly through the flesh. Mmm, straight from the butchers blade to the grinding teeth. So bold! So... Smokey. You'll sit in my stomach just fine little piggy.

I think I'll have another slice! After all I've been saving this link for a long time. All the way from Prospekt Mir! They just don't make sausage like it anywhere else.

It's busy here. Like it always is. People run around on every tangent possible doing god knows what for reasons I'd rather not know. Busy, busy bees. I however find myself struck with a rare case of "BygodIfIdontfindsomethingtodosoonillgobatshitcrazy Syndrome". For three days now I've been lingering around Polis. I've taken up a part time job at a friends gun smithy, cleaning rifles mostly, boring shit like that. I try not to think of it as I slowly eat the last of the delicious sausage from what was once a full and proud link. The thought starts to grow in my mind that I myself am but a link of delicious sausage slowly being devoured by a larger being until nothing remains of me but a bit of white fat on the edge of a rusty blade. Am I a link of delicious sausage?...

For a moment I'm frozen in thought with a face expression of sudden realization and great truth. Suddenly a train horn sounds and awakens me from what I'm sure was a great moment of enlightenment and rolls slowly to a stop on the platforms edge. The doors fold open with a pleasant piston sounding melody while a mere two passengers step out. I didn't really pay much attention to them, but rather the train. "So clean... And shiny. Like a silver chariot". I've only seen about three moving trains in my day, all here at Polis. But never one so magnificent! As the train pulls out from the station and back into the dim of the tunnel I hold my finger against it's side until it passes my reach. Not a spec of dust to be disappointed over. Once more I stare into the dim of the tunnel and imagine where the train has gone to. Does it glide over golden tracks to a station of emeralds and light. A place where all the hatred and shadowy gloom of the Moscow metro fails to corrupt? What wondrous place does it call home?

I shake my head out of such childish thoughts and tune (sadly) back into reality. Whispers quickly start among the crowd which describe the pair as part of that Ranger group that's been running all over the Metro. But why only two? Have so many fallen? I'll definitely have to look into the matter before I go insane over delicious sausage.

Speaking of it, I look down at the last couple inches of delicious sausage in one hand and the fat covered pen knife in the other. What was that thought about the delicious sausage and eternal knowledge again? Egh, I'll remember later...

 

*I made my way slowly towards the bar. saying goodbye to Benji had been harder than I thought, but life kept going, and I was sure we would meet again some station or other in this forsaken place. As I was about to turn a corner I heard a voice I hadn't heard in quite awhile and lifted my head. yup, there she was, the one I thought I'd seen the back of so long ago*

'of all the stations of all the metro you have to come and land in mine. what you want? come to gloat some more, or do you have something interesting to say for once?' I said to the woman talking to me.

*I did not hate her, but neither did I like her, I guess I just tolerated her. She was Polis' new 'rising star'. I did not care I had been sidelined in favour of her with the powers that be, I had my honour intact and my soul clean. could she say the same for herself I wondered...?*

 

Can I just join suddenly and where do I put a character

 

I was sitting at the bar, having a bit too much to drink. I was off-duty, so I only had my BDU pants, Telnyashka, and boots on. I figured getting drunk would clear my mind of Mama and Papa, but it didn't. Some of the other Rangers expressed their concern over my increased consumption of alcohol, but I only drank off-duty. It had been a while since I had been on duty anyway. Perhaps it was punishment for drinking? Who knows.
I saw a cute little girl This isn't supposed to be Sabrina get off one of the railcars and make her way towards me, but I sighed as she went off course. Women usually don't appreciate my coldness. Like Hunter's coldness. Man, I miss that guy.

 

I was there too, yeah, I didn't bail. Ever!

 

'oh really? I thought you were the new 'star' of Polis'. so, what is it that group of old hags want with me? and why should I help them, or you for that matter? If I remember correct, they rather had me abandon my Comardes in Arms to a certain and awfull death, for the 'sake of the Council'' I retorted with half an ironic laugh

'they've messed with my life more than enough, I got no desire to get involved with them once again. go back to your precious friends and tell them I'm not for sale' I said to her, starting to make my way into the crowds of Polis.

 

*I stopped in my tracks when I heard her answer. She had used the only thing in this world that would make me react, and she knew it. I hoped against hope that she was telling the truth, but could not afford myself the luxury of believing, not anymore. Turning around I went up to her, Sig in hand, safety off, hidden by my coat and put it against her middle section*

'say that again? I swear by all that is Sacred that if you are lying to me, you will not live to see another minute. now, let's go some place we can talk' and saying so and with my gun still pointing at her back, we made our way out of the crowds and into the Lone Ranger, to the farthest booth possible, where I knew we could have some privacy.

 

*looking at Sabrina's eyes I tried to see a hint of mockery or a lie inbeded in them, somewhere deep inside. I had become an expert at telling who was lying by looking into their eyes, but I could not see anything hinting at it in hers. it actually made sense what she was saying, but I would not give her the satisfaction of knowing she had me*

'ok, if that is true, what are you gaining by giving me this info? and why now? Olga's been dead for nearly six months now. you want me to believe she's been kept alive all this time? you are gonna have to come up with some concrete evidence if you want me to trust you on this' I said as I rolled up a smoke and Jet sat behind me, while I absently stroked her furr.

 

'Why? Why is she so important to them all of a sudden? And why is she so important to you? There is something you are not telling me, and if you want me to help you, you are gonna have to do better than this. And if you are planning a 'rescue' mission, don't you think that just the two of us would be suicidal? I don't doubt your ability, but you must be crazier than I thought.....' I said having a sipp of my coffee and shaking my head in amusement.

 

Can we just pretend that Iakova is new to the RP? His introduction didn't really make sense, and it never let me show his personality as I had intended.