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I know everyone has been busy with their own lives and getting things done, just wanted to let you know I'm still lurking and if anyone wants to roleplay or pick up where we left off, I'm ever present. I find that I am missing you guys more and more each day and I can't help but feel the site dying is my fault, though I believe the previous incident has long since been closed, just how my brain works ^-^'
Anyways, I miss you guys and hope everything is well. Tag me if you come on and see this. I miss y'all.
A quiet breeze cut through the cemetery like a small group of ghosts had decided to stroll through. The grass and trees swayed lazily and the scents of the earth and the death surrounded the Rottweiler like friends in the day and night. He had perched himself beside an angel and during the late part of the day, was able to sunbath as his position allowed the sun to swallow him and the angel. He was unsure of what he wanted to think about so he let himself immerse in his sadness, a kind of last hurrah for mourning.
He had cried the last of his tears for her and now only had his grief as company. His grief would soon turn to anger had he been anyone else but he was Yakov, and his heart had no room for anger and impatience. He just allowed himself to wallow for a change, something traveling and meeting others delayed. He had to mourn in his own time, his own patience and his own way.
Name: Shogun - pending pass and application acceptance Pack Type: Mob Territories Wanted: North Side- Last Hope Hospital Sub Boards: East Wing: Offices, Foyer, Conference Room, Kitchen/Snackbar West Wing: Emergency room, Urgent Care, Intensive Care North Wing: Recovery, Maternity Rooms Basement: Morgue Pack Name: The Yakuza Purpose: The purpose of the Yakuza is to create a brotherhood where misfits from all around are welcome. This is in line with the traditional Japanese custom of the Yakuza to welcome miscreants to the fold and be accepted for who they are and for what they do. Once sworn in to the Yakuza, the ranks are initially divided by age, then each group has its leaders and brothers. Each leader answers to the Alpha, or the Boss, though typically issues are settled within the division.
Crime directives come directly from the Alpha, ranging from petty to grand theft. The alpha himself will be present at all initiations and will not ask of the mob what he would not do himself. He is not intimidated by authority or law enforcement and neither will members of the Yakuza. There is much honor and command of respect that the Yakuza thrives on, and will aid the neighboring regions before the authorities, at least to the best of their abilities.
name- Tomoe age- Three personality traits- Tomoe is a small, explosive package. She is intelligent, witty and charming, however sometimes she doesn’t always know when to leave. She also has a temper and can easily take things the wrong way. She is fiesta and does not give easily as she always feels she has to prove herself. desired rank- Spy joining thread- this can be completed before or after acceptance. just link thread here. meeting thread not applicable. rp example
With how much tension was in the air, it was almost like a knife would slice through, toast and butter before anything would change. Tomoe engaged herself in the situation, watching her every move and wondering what more could be said, if anything. But for the time being, she had the wisdom to wait, not changing her facial expression. The brute before her eyed her, watching for a weakness, perhaps self-doubt or second guessing her tactic. Tomoe remained motionless, her bright eyes and perked ears not wavering.
He motioned for his guards to back off, the tension Lessing just a little. He would not give verbal confirmation but Tomoe knew she had this in the bag. Yes, you may join us in our feast. he finally said, and at last, they could dive into the venison before them. Tomoe pretended to be ravenous, her ears perking to the small talk around her, absorbing key details and conversation. She said not a word, delicately keeping her persona. She knew what was coming after the meal but she would play the part just as easily as she would leave.
I am in the midst of creating Shogun, a wolf, who I am more than willing to throw Rooster’s way to cause trouble. I am not opposed to perhaps Shogun is mistreating another, manipulating them maybe, and Rooster is like ?!?!?! And tries to nudge him out. Basically, Shogun will be a major thorn in his side.
She struck him as the kind that was relentless and Yakov could appreciate that. He was slightly annoyed but it was a better feeling than that of the depression he was used to feeling and he felt a little better, a small up turn on the corners of his mouth feeling alien to him after all this time. It be useless to tell you no. he answered, a lightness to his thick accent suggesting his appreciation. Should she stay with him in this adventure she so yearned for, she would retract the non-gentleman assumption.
We are far from where I lost her, I doubt she come this way if she survived. It had been such a horrible day and many of his friends had gone from this world. She was resilient but Yakov was not fool enough to believe he would be so lucky they both survived. But he wouldn’t stop, even if he could only find the answer. So with that, she was more than welcome to accompany him.
I don’t think your name is simply kind stranger, he said softly, his accent full of curiosity now. What may I call you?
A black bitch entered the scene, inquiring if he was okay. That was sweet, almost alluring, that a stranger would care. His love was just like that. It pained him and he couldn’t hide that prick that she had unknowingly administered. But she was not Moriah and Yakov only shook his head. He remained silent.
He did however, approach her, noting her physique and mannerism. His blue eyes scanned her and for a moment, she seemed okay. He wouldn’t assume anything less not really. That was not his nature. He stood about two feet away from her, relaxed and not signaling he wanted to cause harm.
I am Yakov, he said, a brusque tone to his thick Russian accent, his eyes wandering to the ground for a moment before rising again. I lost someone, she cannot be found. That was all she needed to know. Of course, she may press it, or may not, it didn’t matter.
All he knew was he was in pain and there were no herbs or remedies that would alleviate that.
She loathed sand. Absolutely hated it. It got everywhere and created a mess for her when it came time to go back to reality. It caught in places she didn’t know she had, her ears being the most vulnerable for the nuisance. However, she loved the smell of the ocean and although she would never bring herself to do so in front of others, Tomoe adored playing in water. She just felt she looked like a drowned rat afterwards.
Today however, she had wandered up on the coast, really not caring for the world. The Papillon shook herself out before launching on the waves’ tops on the beach, She kept just out of reach of the water and kept herself busy by playing, enjoying the solitude. Ahead of her, she saw a golden glimmer of fur, a familiar look of another canine enjoying the beach as well. As Tomoe approached, the female in front of her seemed confused by something, though Tomoe could not make out what it was. Perhaps this one was slow? Hard to say but she approached cautiously.
What puzzles you, friend? she asked, hoping this one was friendly.
Days had passed in long and short, cold and heat rained above him, his eyes barely seeing the world around him. The months had healed many of his physical wounds but the spark in his brilliant blue eyes was dull, a depressing look to him bringing a longing to any who approached him. Yakov feigned understanding English, saying something random in Russian and most would leave him alone, thinking it useless to try to talk to him.
For the most part, it worked.
Yakov finally found himself in a somewhat familiar setting, which was the scent of discarded cars and random crap, oil and fumes of old gas laying around creating a potent stench. It was this sight in which he felt his depression really didn’t have a purpose anymore and he was beginning to understand that he was finally somewhere that maybe he could start over. A part of him still felt that pain, that ever familiar pain of being unable to protect her. That tang that tugged at him, begged him, pleaded to turn around and be with her.
But until she came out of the shadows. Yakov could not hold onto her anymore. Perhaps she was long gone. Perhaps it was just as well. He wasn’t sure.
All he knew was he hurt. And a hurt Yakov was a sad Yakov.
Yasss let them get into so much mischief and crazy. : D Vienne lives for scandal...especially if there are those who are ‘purists’ and feel she shouldn’t affiliate like so...yesss I love
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