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[themysticcircle]

Of Business And Mergers

Matthias was here at Lance Security mostly because his secretary advised him that they were too large a company to refuse over phone or email. The man sitting opposite of him was rather intimidating in stature, though Matthias didn’t let it show on his face. “I have no reason to sell my firm or my technology to you. I don’t see the benefit in causing layoffs among my workers simply to have more money in my pocket.”

[thebloodychampion]

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One thing about working for a russian spy organisation, you tend to get really careful or paranoid in some cases. Not just from the spy organisation but from others as well. So that was the reason why Dreag found himself sitting behind his door or well behind if it opened since he had heard some weird noises from outside. Paranoia was always a good thing in regards of how many people want you dead.

In all honesty, this assassin probably didn’t know about his job, it wasn’t like written on the billboards or anything. So he would not judge him for making a mistake in getting into his own flat. Dreag set in a dead corner of the door and watched as it slowly was opend. A thief well that was better, but he knew the man wasn’t here to steal from him. It was a different reason.

[startitcns-archive]

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♀ ---- venus was clad in a teeny tiny speedo, bathing in sun’s rays and enjoying the sand. as usual, he had many admirers and people surrounding him but pretended to be oblivious. to get away from his crowd venus stood up and ran to the nearest stranger outside of his audience. “heeeey. can you rub this sun tan lotion on my back? preferably somewhere where these people can’t look at me?” his smile was bright and inviting but his eyes were tired and questioning. his innate supernatural ability to draw people to him had weighed on him for a long time. a blessing and a curse he supposed.  

[esotericboys]

It had been long enough. Dominic had spent a few precious moments watching as the man he not so secretly admired scoured the streets with a bestial rage. He admired the sheer power contained within the man’s body, the way he used it to enhance his innate physicality. Time seemed to unsuspend as he remembered why they were there, to strike at the heart of a criminal enterprise that traded and sold gifted humans as property. He could wait no longer. 

As Tyler tore through the gang members who chose to oppose him in the street below, Dominic leapt off the side of the building. His body sailed through the air, protected by a shimmer of silvery purple that formed a sphere around him. When his feet touched the asphalt, he ran forward to catch up to the other man. Twelve bullets ricocheted off of his protective shield, and his eyes scanned the area for their source. When he located the two snipers, he sent a blast of force toward them that would undoubtedly break every bone in their bodies upon contact. By the time he caught up to Tyler, there were bodies littered around them and the streets were quiet. “You didn’t think I was going to let you have all the fun, did you?” @indieprivatesecurityrp

[wonderhevrts]

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Neal hated these nights. Luckily, it happened only once a year. But this time, he was driving home and it was getting close to the hour when the purging would start. Unfortunately, with Neal’s luck, his car broke down in the middle of the road. “Shit!” He cursed and got out, opening the hood of the car. It was smoking and he knew there was nothing he could do to it. He glanced at his watch and sighed. He still had a little time. If he would run, he might make it. Neal grabbed his things from the car and deserted it, starting to run. But he didn’t get home, before he heard the sirens. He wasn’t anywhere near home. The streets got empty, but that lasted only for mere minutes, until people were on a rampage, stealing, murdering and breaking into places. Neal did his best to avoid those people, but not for long. He was being cornered by three people in masks, with bats and knives. “Please, just let me go!” He pleaded. Neal was cursing himself and his dislike for weapons. And his broken car. “I don’t want any trouble!” Was he going to be just beaten, or beaten to death? He hoped someone would help him. Anyone. “Help!!” 

[fadingobjectrp]

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A silent curse slipped between his lips for the fifth time that day. Not only his stuff arrived a week after him but he also had to take all of his boxes up by himself since the help he hired said that taking them up would cost extra, money the young guy didn't have. So there he was, sweat covering his body while returning down to get one more box, deciding to sit on the start of the stairs to take a little break. “Fuck me,” He cursed, staring at the boxes and rolling his eyes at how little the amount changed, even though he felt like he has walked up a hundred times. 

[halliwellauto]

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aiden had never been one to deny her duties as a princess. She had constantly wanted to live by example and do what was expected of her. Though when her parents had told her about her arranged marriage, she couldn’t help but angry over the idea. She had wanted to have her own freedom on who she married. When they didn’t back away from it, she ran away. That was how she ended up in a gang of outlaws. She was the only female among them. Yet she felt she belonged. One person in particular she had gotten rather close to. “Come on, Devon. Can’t I join you guys on your next quest? I would love to be able to show off my skills.”

[fateofbrxs]

@indieprivatesecurityrp​ // Alex & Hudson

“You uh... said you wanted to talk after practice?” All of the guys had left for the evening, leaving the two men alone. Alex was still in his wrestling singlet with sweat apparent on his body. They’d had a fairly intensive practice today so he was pretty tired after all of that. “What did you need?” Alex asked as he stepped closer to the coach.