|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 7:32 pm
Background:
Chris lives a perfect, quaint little existence just him and his wife whom he adores. Pierce on the other hand lives a life fraught with adventure, passion and blood. The only problem? They’re both the same person. Meet Chris Pierce, an accountant for Tuscarora and Co. who never gets in the middle of a fight by day, but by night a fearless, cold, assassin for hire. The two sides battle for dominance, each feeling they have different reasons to want total control of the body they’ve been born in together. How long can the charade go on? Will the inquisitive, motivated, rookie FBI agent actually find something while tracking the merciless assassin? Which of the two personalities will come out the winner and take control of the body they’ve fought for? And last but, certainly not least, Will the women in Chris Pierces’ lives figure it out in enough time to stop it?
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 8:09 pm
Characters: TakenAvailableUsername: Blood_Spoiler
Name: Chris Pierce (Chris)
Height: 6'2
Weight: 174
Appearance: 
Personality: Chris is naturally shy, though in the presence of someone he is familiar with he will let loose a little. When comfortable he is an easy person to talk to and a good listener, giving helpful advice and constructive criticism when needed. Chris is a chronic pacifist and gives a new meaning to the words 'turn the other cheek’; because of this he hasn't been promoted and is the victim of some cruel office jokes. He is married with no children living comfortably with his wife, many say they are the perfect couple, and the two of them have never been in a fight. Chris is covered in a little boy-ish charm that makes the ladies swoon (he has no knowledge of this in the slightest). Being the softer of his two halves he is the naturally inferior and so as most stories go, he has little or no knowledge of what his 'better' half is up to. Although, some of his other half's most traumatic actions pull through in the chronic nightmares he is plagued with.
Username:Blood_Spoiler
Name: Chris Pierce (Pierce)
Height: 6'2
Weight:174
Appearance:
Personality: Pierce is the opposite of Chris in many more ways than one. He is confidant, poised, and dangerous, frightening away most of the good girls and letting the bad ones flock to him like a moth to the flame. However well he is set up to be a Playboy, he does have his eye set on one woman in particular. Pierce get jobs from the mafia to some of the most influential white-collar criminals in the business. And he never fails to impress. Being a head-strong, physical type of person he has to make sure all technicalities are delt with by someone else. Pierces' income is at least triple that of Chris and his wife's salary combined, so he has a penthouse apartment as a secret lair and base of operations for his business. The penthouse is stocked full of all the materials Pierce enjoys using to work and many others just incase he gets a special request from a customer. Pierce is logical to a fault and quite literally believes mercy to be Weakness, and a photographic memory plays that key role in tormenting the mind of his 'lesser' half a wells as becoming the key advantage in his line of work. He is quick, and knows how to handle himself, and many different kinds of tools, He'll be the first to sniff out a set up or trap and the last to get caught in it. Though his identity is currently unknown, he is one of the top five most wanted criminals in the United States.
Username: Xxpainfully_in_lovexX
Name: Delila Cummings
Height: 5'8
Weight: 137
Appearance:
Personality biggrin elila is your typical bad girl, she's majestic and beautiful and dangerous is you get too close but she uses that to her every advantage. She stays far away from people emotionally, until she met Pierce. Although there is plenty of 'physical' in their relationships she is conviced there is something more as well though nither of them know what it is. Delila is Pierce's operations coordinator, she stays ina sucured location feeding him information, providing technical support, and trying not to focus on the other sounds coming through the ear piece. Delila is not a sadistic person by nature but she does indulge herself in the dominatrix act a bit, just for the thrill.
Username: ~WaitingForRain~
Name: Mrs. Amanda Pierce (maiden name: Bartlett)
Height: 5'5
Weight: 130
Appearence: 
Personality: Amanda is a quiet optimistic person, who's head over heels for her husband and willing to die for him. She is an impossibly curious person, willing to go to some lengths just to get a question answered. Her occupation is an elementary teacher so she works long hours in the school year and the two hardly see each other between their two jobs. Amanda is good at what she does and can command attention just by smiling rather than scolding. Because of her love for her husband and the odd situtaions in which she finds herself she is determined to stand by him, though her primary goal is to find out what exactly is happenning to him. His nightmares wake her up constantly and she is torn between curiosity and worry for his sake.Username: Abject_Abomination
Name: William Troop
Height: 5'7
Weight: 150
Appearence: 
Personality: Will is a driven, morally motivated FBI detective, whose been hunting a nameless assassin for four years of his five years with the FBI. He's a softie at heart but when confronted with anyone less than desirable he holds an emotionless barrier high above his head. He says he's too busy for girlfriends but in truth he's just had a few too many run-ins with bad girls. Will is rescourcful to a fault and an alround good agent, many of the people at langly believe he's chasing a phantom, that none of the murders are connected, that he's wasting his time. But he knows differently, Will is an analyst at heart, looking at everything from angle of impact to how many shards of glass left on the floor. Its seems the only reason he wakes up is the imagination of who the killer might be, and as he follows the trail of collateral damage his image is getting clearer and clearer.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 8:47 pm
Rules:
No-God Moding
No Text Talk (type your damn syllables)
Its a romance Rp but stay within guild and gaian rules please.
Try for more than three sentances at least. (i know all about writers' block, but its not a scape-goat.)
Put 'Three hearts, Four Minds' as your Pm submission title and the name of the character you want to play.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 3:14 pm
((Yay! starting!))
Chris bolted upright in a jostle of motion as his breathing came harsh and fast. He looked around to the framiliar room surrounding him. just a dream! its just a dream He told himself as he pressed his hands to his sweat streaked face, trying to forget how vividly he'd heard the bloody girl benieth him scream. And the feeling of her rapid heart beat against his chest as he snapped her neck. CRACK! Chris shiverd violently as the sound resounded in his mind. He pulled his knees up to his chest and pressed his eyes to his knees trying to dash away the image of her dull, lifeless eyes staring at him from the floor. Heh heh heh.. Chris snapped up looking around the room starteld, was someone else here..? Chris swallowed hard looking around the darkenned room sure the sound was far too clear to just have imagine it. But eventually he shook his head and glancing at the time he pulled the tangled sheets off himself and headed down the stairs sure that he would find no more rest until the sun came up. Chris got a glass and poured himself some water from the purifyer and sat down on the sofa flicking the TV to life and skimming to the news station. "Just in another report of a terrifying murder, however the poilce have no leads as of yet and the news station is posting a reward for any witness information about this girl," Chris had been quietly sipping his water until the Crime schene picture flashed to the screen, Chris froze staring wide eyed at the screen the words a slurr of words to his mind as he looked at the picture. The glass clatered to the floor from his limp fingers and he stood staring at the TV screen. It was the same girl! The one he'd seen in his nightmares, Chris' skin crawled as the photo taken was from near the same angle he'd been watching in his dreams! "...We still have not identified the body, but we're hopeing some news will come in after this broadcast.." Heh, Lily Marin.. Chris flipped around after hearing the voice a second time but the room was empty just as before.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 3:23 pm
Amanda came out into the living room finding her husband glued to the TV. Glass was shattered on the floor and she wondered what happened. He had had another nightmare, waking her from her dreamless sleep. She was beginning to get worried. "Honey is everything okay?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 3:30 pm
Chris jumped when he heard Amanda's voice but he was glad she was there. He took a deep breath and said very unconvincingly, "Yeah, yeah I'm alright.." It was only then that he noticed the glass on the floor around his feet. "oops.." He said to himself as he stepped over it to get the broom, on his way he flicked on every lightswitch he could find, trying to scare away the dark thoughts plauging his mind.
((Hey, boycrazy... is there something wrong with your Private message box...? It won't let me reaspond to you.. But if you read this, i basically said that 10pt, is fine with me as long as the other Role Players can read it just fine I'm okay with you using it ^^ )
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 3:34 pm
Amanda fallowed him, "you don't seem very okay...was it one of your dreams?" she asked, all she wanted was to help in anyway. Maybe it's just his nightmares, they will go away eventually...if only he would talk to me a little more. I love him so much..but sometimes i feel like he's keeping things from me. Hopefully in time he will tell me those things.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 3:47 pm
It was already morning out, but down at the bottom of a penthouse a woman with medium cut blonde hair did not even notice it. Delila Cummings kept her two eyes on the computer screen in front of her, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she looked through profiles for the next assignment she wanted Pierce to deal with. The murder of last night went by with total success. Thank god! she thought to herself as she remembered hearing the sounds of the screams from the woman that was soon to be dead. Lily Marin! she said to herself in her mind, smiling slightly at the thought of her death. She had spent all night trying to make the preparations for this assingment perfect, not even one bit of sleep flowed through her now. In the early hours of the morning, Delila extended her right hand out to find the remote, eyes and left hand still working the computer. The file of this next target needed to be finished by the time Pierce was ready. She immediately found the remote and pointed it at the small tv behind her. The sound of the usual newsman filled the dark room, talking about the unidentified death that had occured late last night. After so long of looking at the computer screee, Delila turned her head over her shoulders to look at the television. The picture of a woman, lying dead on the ground took up all the room on the tv, the newsman ranting on and on about how the police have no idea how the death had occured. A wide smile spread through her feminine face as she stared at the dead woman. Good job Pierce! Very well done! she thought, a weird chill running down her spine all of a sudden at the thought of her assassin. Well not really hers actually. Getting a little bored just looking at the television now, she turned back to the computer screen and typed up the last of the information for the next assignment. "Hmmm...Richard Lyrun. You've been a very bad boy for a while now! Time to stop that!" she said to no one in particular, looking at the photo on her computer screen. He is quite handsome! Too bad he's not going to be having these looks anymore! she thought to herself as she saved the document and printed it out as well. She got up from the leather bond chair she had just been sitting on for the past five to six hours and went over to take the warm fresh copy of the next death. Once the papers were in her hands, she went back to the desk and organized them into a manila file folder then placed it on top of all the other finished assignments. With a breathless sigh, she turned on her heel and walked up the stairs to the kitchen on the upper level of the apartment. The whole place was so silent that she could hear the footsteps of her black leather boots on the hard wood floor loudly, almost like they were coming through earphones. Why do I always have to be so alone during the day? I need to go out again! It's been a while since I did that! she thought to herself, walking into the kitchen and making herself a pot of coffee. She had been thinking about going out for a few hours, get a little fresh air and all that, but she knew that her partner, Pierce, would never allow it. "You have to stay here alright!" she heard him say to her in her mind. "So boring...." she breathed out going over to the window and looking at the now rising sun.
((I hope you all are able to read this! Cuz you might have to get use to it! Don't worry I don't always post this much! It's only my intro))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 4:24 pm
Chris stopped sweeping up the glass for a moment and looked at his wife up on the balconey, a tortured expression clouding his natural good looks as he nodded solemnly. He immediatly turnned back to his work not wanting to talk about it, and then at the same moment wanting to tell her everything. But he suffered in silence, It's better if she doesn't know.. What would she think if i told her i dreamed about a dead woman before i ever heard about it?... and to think this isn't even the first time either... he told himself silently. He stood throwing the glass in the garbage, and slipping the dust pan and broom back where they belonged.
Work was no different, he punched in five minutes early as usual and sat down at his boreing gray cubicle. He switched his computor on and began his monotinous work, for three hours until break time he worked on a specific account. Chris was almost done when he left for a coffee break Upon his return, he found his computor had been unpluged! He set his coffee mug down hastily and re-pluged the computor muttereing "no,no, no, no--" clicking the screen on only to find that everything had been deleted. Sighing heavily he sat back down at his chair as low snickers could be heard all around in surrounding cubicles. Chris Hadn't even begun to fix the damage that'd been done before the Accountant manager Lyrun, Richard walked by and stopped saying to him "What is this?" Chris was starteled by his sudded appearence and started saying "Well, Sir I got back--" But he was interrupted as Richard looked at his screen
"Pierce..!! You haven't done anything!!" Chris openned his mouth to explain but he was stopped again
"You Lazy a**! You went and had a coffee break and you haven't done anything?!" Chris openned his mouth again but Richard Spun his chair around so that they were now face to face and he was better able to look down at the employee
"Shut up! I don't want to hear any of your excuses!"
"But Sir-" Chris began almost desperate Richard slammed his hands down on the arms of chris' chair putting their faces only inches apart as he shouted,
"Shut Up!" Chris clamped his mouth shut as Richard continued in a quieter, more dangerous tone. "You'd better finish that account before You go home, Or you're fired. Do i make myself clear?" Chris could only manage a stiff but vigerous nod. Richard stood a smug smile crossing his face "Good." he turnned to leave the cubicle and said as he left "No mistakes Mr. Pierce or else." Chris reminded himself to breathe as he looked back to the computor screen and immediatly began to work again.
Meanwhile Richard strode down the cubicle isles and smiled to himself, everything was going perfectly, he'd already wired the money to his anonymous account and that little out burst was all he needed to pin it all on Pierce and fire him so it could never come back to haunt him. He chucled to himself as he closed the door to his private office, yup everything was going just perfectly..
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 6:22 pm
About ten minutes later, a small ding sound came from the kitchen. The coffee was now ready. "Finally..." Delila said quietly, walking slowly over to the kitchen. She went over to a cabinet, going on tip toe a bit to grab a coffee mug for her to use. Picking up a black one, she walked over to the coffee maker, unplugging it from the outlet then took out the pot and poured the black content into the mug. The steamy caffine smell filled her nostrils immediately. She closed her eyes and took in the sweet scent of the coffee. Usually she liked it with a little cream and milk, but today, she needed something strong. So with a small sip, she was satisfied with the work. Mmm and this is one of the benefits of this job! Good coffee! What was so great about this coffee was not only that it was extremely delicious, but also that it came from one of the top Italian mafias in the city. Deported (illegally of course, come on it's the mafia) all the way from the great city of Venice. Delila smiled to herself as she made her way over to her room. She opened the door slowly, taking in the site of her slightly messy room. It had been a while since she had last slept in this room, having always been downstairs at the headquarters, working on the next assignment for Pierce. Walking in, Delila let out a sigh and placed her coffee mug on the dusty desk. She went over to sit on the bed, well more like lie on it. The matress was so comfortable compared to the couch that she had been sleeping in for the past three days. She was about to take a quick nap, having nothing to do till night time when Pierce comes over to get the profile, when she heard the phone ring. "Ugh, you have got to be kidding me!" she whined, getting up and going over to the phone in the living room. She dropped onto a sofa and reached over to grab the wireless phone. "Hello?" she said into the receiver. "Delila, doll!" a male voice on the other line said to her. A small smile spread over her face. "Hello Evan! How is your wife?" she asked, falling onto her back on the sofa. "Fine fine, how are you and Pierce?" Evan said. She rolled her eyes at this, that man knew too well about her and Pierce, no need to ask but he still does. "Same old, same old! Did you get the information I need?" she said curiously. Evan laughed loudly on the other end, forcing Delila to pull the phone away from her ear. Stupid a**! she thought to herself then put the phone back to her ear once he stopped laughing. "Did you or---" she said but she was interrupted. "Yes yes I got the information! Richard Lyrun is going to be at a bar tonight, meeting some men from the mafia about two miles away!" he explained. Delila quickly got up and went to get a pen and paper to get the information on the bar and all the other junk needed for Pierce. "Alright, I got it! Thanks again Evan! Good bye!" she said then quickly hung up the phone and ran over to the headquarters. She paperclipped the address and the phone number to the bar to the profile of Richard Lyrun then leaned back and smiled. It's a good thing having people to get info for you! Too bad I had to do it the naughty way! she thought to herself, feeling her sadistic side taking the best of her again. After taking one last look at the profile, she went back to her room and dropped onto the bed, immediately falling asleep.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 7:54 pm
God You're so irritating! Chris whirled around in the empty cubicle everyone had gone now. He wasn't even close to finishing the account he had to before he could leave, the numbers just weren't adding up! Chris stood and looked out over the empty office floor giving a small, "Hello..?" I Hate you! Let me out! Chris swung to his left breathing heavy, looking all around as he felt his vision blurr "NO!" He screamed and ran out of the cubicle towards the end of the hall Let out Goddamn you! I've been too patient!! Chris clutched his head as he threw his weight into the bathroom door and triped inside "No!" He said weaker than before, LET ME OUT!! "no.." Chris pleaded sinking to his knees and crumpling to the floor. Not two seconds passed before he pushed himself upright and walked quickly out of the restroom back to his cubicle phone He quickly dialed Amanda's cell the message tone rang and Pierce cleared his throat doing his best immitation of Chris
"Hey, honey, listen i just wanted to let you know I'll be away for the next few days, i'm sorry its really last minute. I'll call you when i get to the hotel.. Love you, bye."
Pierce threw the phone back at the reciever disgusted with himself 'love you honey.' only Chris could say something like that and not feel like a dweeb. Pierce bent at the waist quickly messing up the carfully slicked back black hair and trailing it over his eyes as he always did. straightenning he headed for the elevator wrentching at the tie aroundhis neck and forceing the top three buttons open. Clicking the right numbered floor he undid the buttons at his wrists and folded the dleeves up his forearms. As he walked out of the elevator he fliped the suit jacket over his shoulder and walked fast paced towards the car outside. He came to the right one and was unlocking the door as he heard a a gun's action sliding into place. Pierce turnned around lazily to look at the teen, quivering with the weapon in his hand, "Give me your keys!" the kid said in a shaky voice. Pierce almost rolled his eyes, but he resisted and lifted a hand checking the time. Glancing at it once he did a double take. "####! I'm late!" The kid took a step closer "Gimmie you keys or i'll shoot!!" Pierce looked at the shadily dress teen and let his anger flow from his eyes, lighting up the brown eyes to an almost red stage "Don't make me hurt you punk, I'm late because of you. And I hate being behind schedual." Menace flowed from his every syllable, the kid was shaking un controllably now, in one swift motion Pierce knocked the gun straight out of his grip and sent it clattering to a halt at least eight yards away. Without another word he turnned, got in the car and sped off towards his pent house.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 8:11 pm
Delila remained asleep for the next few hours. By the time she woke up, it was already night time. Letting out a small groan, she sat up on her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Finally realizing that it was already night, Delila looked over at the clock on her bedside table. What? Is that time right? she thought to herself, getting up and running downstairs towards headquarters. Once there, Delila looked around the place, everything was still where it all was, especially the profile for Richard Lryun. "s**t! Pierce is late!" she said to the empty room running in her boots over to the phone in the living room. She immediately took the wireless phone and dialed Pierce's cell number. Unfortunately though, the answering machine picked up. "Damnit!" she said, dropping the phone on the couch then running back dowstairs. She went over to her leather chair and started typing out the password to the tracking system she had installed on the phone. "Okay baby, where are you?" she said, typing speedily now, searching the whole computer screen for any sign of a red blinking light. Soon enough, the light was spotted and it was heading towards the penthouse quickly. "Yeah better be in a hurry!" she said, grabbing the portfolio and speed walked upstairs towards the door. She opened it and leaned on the door frame, watching the speeding car park at the front. She crossed her arms over her chest, the manila file folder tapping in a steady beat at her side. He has a lot of explaining to do! I made a schedule for him just so that this will all go plan! Letting out a sigh, she looked down at her watch. God we're twenty minutes behind schedule! she said to herself in her head and looked at the car again. Her patience now running very very thin, she found herself tapping her right foot in a step step step one count pattern, not really in the mood to walk over to him. He needed to know that they were on thin ice with this case. Her nose flared from her impatientness as she looked down at the portofolio, opening it to read what she had typed for him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 8:27 pm
((damn you gusy write a lot...lol))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 8:30 pm
Amanda got his message, she smiled to herself at the last couple words. but something inside her knew something was up. She didnt want to press it and ignoring it was easier than thinking he was keeping things from her more than his dreams.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 4:56 am
Pierce skidded to a practiced halt in front of the garage and got out sprinting in form all the way up the stair skipping two steps for every stride. he made it to the penthouse door his breathing and heart rate didn't even flick from the four story assent. He punched in the 8 number code and threw the door open, knowing Delila would be mad, but he was angry himself, it had taken to long to get Chris out of the way and that stupid punk! I should've killed him.. he thought remorsefully. "Jack of Spades." He called up as he passed under the modern style catwalk above him where Delilah was standing. It was their code word for the week, just in case. Pierce walked right to the locked black case he needed across the room and flicked the key in and out as he popped it open. Pierce pulled out two latex gloves from a nearby box and took out the secondary gloves rubber/spandex and they were black. snapping those on he proceeded to unbotton the starched white shirt he was wearing.
"A stupid Punk tried to mug me. It took a while to get him out of the way." Pierce said to the form still standing on the grated catwalk. No doubt trying to bore holes in him from behind with a glare. Pierce slipped the tight black spandex shirt over his head and tucked the sleeves into his gloves as he then donned a plain black hooded sweatshirt. Kicking his dress shoes aside he hoped she wouldn't notice what he was wearing and comment, then he would have even more explaining to do. He cursed silently to himself, but it won't be long now, Chis will break soon and then theres just his wife and I'll be free. He thought and smiled despite himself.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
