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Index was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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Lilith Alysbury | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Wed Mar 01, 2017 1:34 am

Listening to her speak I couldn’t stop myself from twitching to the music. What had just been previously a way to have fun and de-stress was becoming an addiction all of its own. Almost any music now could get my muscles coerced into dance. Especially when it was shit from my own playlists. Which were about as eclectic as....ummm, stuff. Brain power was on a battery low.

My impression of Onyx had gone down well. Which tickled me pink because I had been practicing it. For what reason I had no idea but really it did come in useful when trying to take the piss. “Yeah, can’t remember when, everything is just one delicious blur.” A week maybe? Something like that. I’d been drinking continuously, every day since cliff apocalypse. Now time had lost all meaning. Only the odd alarm that I wasn’t necessarily sticking to from my phone would alert me to how many hours had passed.

I frowned ever so slightly at the idea of not eating all day. Was that some human girl thing? On a fresh air diet? Looking her up and down, tilting my head slightly I decided that it couldn’t be that. Unless of course she was of the anorexic variety. When was the last time I’d eaten? Now that was a very good question. Maybe she was right and getting maggot wasn’t the best of plans when I could be running on the empty stomach. “Actually, Tacos before and after would just be a double helping of yum, so maybe you have the right idea.” She was right too. We never had any food in this place. I couldn’t cook for shit and I suspected neither could Onyx. He ate out as far as I could gather and I well…barely ate. Fuck. Didn’t that mean she was here often enough to know this shit?

“Pre – what?” She could have been speaking Japanese for all I knew. Or maybe some alien language which would align pretty well with the tights she was wearing. Shrugging I literally left the fridge wide open. Something I did quite often in drunken states and took another hefty mouthful from my vodka bottle. Should slow my roll if we were going to eat first. Would be nothing but a waste to get trashed and then soak it all up with taco shells. Money didn’t grow on trees now that Ozra was suckling at the teat that was my bank account.


I grinned as she took the tequila and went to drink from the bottle. Now I could see why she was a friend of Onyx’s for a minute there I had been thinking that…. As soon as she answered my question the smile on my face almost faltered. Almost. A weird feeling bubbled up inside of me but I shook it off immediately because it was utterly fucking stupid. A fucked sense of jealousy, intertwined with…bucket load of excitement. What in the fuck? “Uh huh, friends.” Bouncing my eyebrows suggestively I had to say I was a little sickened by the fact that the Alpha was up to his old tricks. There had been that other human girl…what was her name? Britney? Courtney?...Tiffanie…that’s it. Fuck was thinking I would have to run through every typical bimbo name in the universe. “You want to know whether I’m fucking him too?” Fingering the label on the bottle thoughtfully, the reloading of a gun on the music track had my hips jerking as if they too were sliding a bullet into a chamber. “Is, not yet an answer that will mean that Tacos and dancing is out of the question?”

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Michelle Hawke | Human; Citizen

Posted on Thu Mar 02, 2017 8:39 pm

Watching her I wanted to be like her, someone with energy, someone who wanted to move. But this time of year with it being cold as fuck and sales slow at the store I simply felt like going into hibernation mode. Maybe I just had to take her lead, get moving. But I wasn't going to dance in front of this complete stranger. I had my moods; or better said, I wasn't drunk enough yet. Maybe not for the same reasons, but it's all been kind of a blur for me too. How did it happen? I slept a lot or at least I think that's what was happening. Kinda blacking out, even just after a drink or two. I was just bored. My life went from train wreck on mars to watching paint dry in no time. Maybe this meeting was my chance at something fun.

Now you get me. Why have tacos once when you can have tacos twice? I patted my belly. Obviously I'm a fan. One thing I couldn't seem to be ashamed of was my enthusiasm for food. And I honestly had a hard time with people who could eat two bites of food then push the plate away. Was that shitty of me? Was it because of some deep down jealousy? Did they make me feel like a pig? I don't know, I don't care. Easiest just to keep the negativity out of your life, right?

Pre-gaming! Basically getting drunk before the event, party, whatever. As if there's another way to do it, and the last part was said with a pseudo valley-girl connotation, but obviously riddled with sarcasm. I turned around and leaned my ass against a kitchen cabinet, bottle of tequila in one hand, and the elbow of the other resting on the counter behind me. I can't dance for shit, but once I've had enough of this I won't care.

I shrugged. I wasn't embarrassed that I'd fucked Vincent; I just wanted to keep my body in one piece. I mean, if you were sucking his dick right now in front of me we could still be on for tonight, I just wanted to make sure you two weren't... exclusive. I took another drink then almost spit laughing. Wait, what the fuck am I talking about? Joe Dirt? With a girlfriend? I grinned at her, Imagine that fucker walking up to some bitch's door with roses and shit. Anyway, tacos? I need sustenance. I pushed myself off the counter and headed back toward the front door.

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Lilith Alysbury | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Mon Mar 06, 2017 2:42 am

Skip to 30secs for Song and Dance Routine


I liked this girl. That was fucked really. Humans had never been my thing. When I’d first gotten here I’d been utterly disgusted in the fact that I’d found yet another pack that integrated with them like they were worth a fucking damn. My real reasoning behind why they made my stomach turn had been tainted and twisted, fed and fuelled by the standpoint of my pack. The Dominion saw them as lesser beings and in reality they were. Physically weaker. Delicate. Hung up on shit that didn’t really matter because in reality, their lives were so insignificant. Not to mention they were technically food. However, I’d been starving myself of company recently. Boom and Scarlet had been becoming dependent on my presence and I wanted them to break away from me as soon as possible. Direct association with the Lone was not going to work in their favor. Vilks was a different story but it was almost as if he avoided hanging out with me at all. Even though I did catch his scent on the air every now and again.

“Nothing better than food that packs a punch.” Wow the wolfy lingo was strong with me this evening. If she was a special friend of Onyx’s then I wondered if she had any idea what he was. My mind was running wild with questions I shouldn’t even be thinking of asking. Shouldn’t even be interested in the answers. Shit I’d even spoken as if I had intentions of making my really fucking livid nightmares of screwing him every way explored in pornographic history, a reality. There was no harm in talking about it right? Was a whole lot of difference between discussing a fucked idea and actually putting it into practice.

Taking a deep swig of my vodka bottle I tried to pull some Tony Robbins shit and visualize it washing away all of the twisted thoughts in my head. It lasted long enough for me to catch onto a different topic, one that I could sink my teeth into without feeling like I should be cleaning my brain out with soap. Giggling she had just made me realize that I was wearing the wrong shoes for a dance club. Though I didn’t imagine it was going to be a place that played EDM or Electro House all night long, there might be an opportunity to cut some shapes. My normal haunt usually just stuck to the popular remixes of the current times and didn’t even remotely touch on the more complex genres. Throwing my heels haphazardly across the room, I grabbed my LED sneakers from underneath the couch. Flopping down into a chair I began tugging them on.

“Joe Dirt?” I snorted and grinned widely at her. What the fuck was that? A nickname? This got even more bizarre by the second. Maybe I should be writing this shit down so I would remember it all in the morning. Tips and Tricks of how to hook a depressed Pack Master, written by Michelle. Couldn’t really see myself giving him a cutesy moniker though. Had more respect for myself and for him. Plus that would go down about as well as me referring to him as ‘Vin’ I imagined. My brown creased in dramatic over the top liquor induced confusion when I remembered, oh yeah, humans did that whole..monogamous thing. Attaching shit to sex like it was a declaration of feels rather than a recreational activity or in my case, a manipulation tool rarely used. “Ohhhhhurrgghhhh.” What had started as a sound that expressed the light flicking on upstairs, mutated into a noise of slight disgust. “Fuck no. I don’t do boyfriends anyway.” I guess I’d sometimes referred to Dominion as just that. Which was probably why the very thought of that whole deal just made me want to run for the hills.

“Wait, wait.” Holding up a hand I scrambled over to the speakers. “You’ve just, ignited a desire to shuffle, don't ask me how I'm just going with it. So I need to get this shit out of my system before taco time. Just in case they don’t place the right music.” Flicking through my playlist I found the right song and leaped out into the middle of the living area. Beginning with some run of the mill techno dance club moves, I got a feel for the beat of the music before launching into House Shuffle steps. Charleston, running man and perfect heel-toe transitions. Even when intoxicated it was if my body knew what to do without me even controlling it. Once I had finished my little routine I clicked off the stereo and joined her in the doorway. “The beast has been satisfied.” Forever a slave to the music.

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Michelle Hawke | Human; Citizen

Posted on Wed Mar 15, 2017 12:05 am

Goddamn right, I said insistently, then turned the bottle up for a chug, then placed it on the counter behind me. Shit, if I was going to Chipotle, I'd need to stop myself from overstuffing myself or else I would refuse to go dancing and instead be inclined to go home and veg on the couch. Full belly, booze, she wasn't completely wrong. It was a recipe for being a homebody. Suddenly my entire lifestyle made much more sense. Two tacos, and the rest would go in a doggie bag.

I don't even remember how I started calling him that. I think we just sorta bonded over the movie. I grabbed the bottle wondering why I'd even put it down in the first place, like I was anywhere near finished with it. OH, shit yeah, that's when we met. Some dance or something at that old mansion. I remembered then one of the biggest reasons we were friends, and it wasn't sex. Girls were fucking... I don't know. Catty? I could come into Vincent's house in big sweats and a sweater and either no makeup or mascara halfway down my face and not give a shit. Not feel like I was being judged. Not feel like I wasn't measuring up to some bullshit aesthetic goal. That's why guy friends were the fucking bee's knees.

Yeah, that boyfriend/girlfriend shit is a complete waste of a good friendship. And now it was my time to sate my curiosity. This chick seemed fun, open, all that bullshit. Whether I wanted to hit it eventually wasn't even the question. I was just curious, at least just enough to drop a hint or two. I made sure to attempt to catch her face while I watched her dance. Two friends can fuck and shit not be complicated. I've done it quite a bit. I grinned, took another drink, and for real put the bottle on the counter because I didn't want the entire evening spent "pre-gaming" or whatever I was calling it. Fuck, the dance moves were way beyond my level, and possibly convincing me that given a green light I'd hit the gas fosho. I watched with a light, very slightly inebriated grin on my face. There was no way in hell I'd join in and ruin this. No, again, much more booze needed.

Has it? I asked with raised brow. My car? I don't mind driving. I lead the way to my Scion, thankful that the only mess in it was a couple of papers from school I'd thrown in the backseat and an empty Starbuck's cup in the center console. Although the music I have isn't... that. Or Vincent's uh... growling mess. I plugged my phone into the aux cord and pressed play on my Spotify.

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Lilith Alysbury | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Thu Mar 23, 2017 10:09 pm

Was she? Was she checking me out? It had been a while since I’d caught shenanigans of that type. Most wolves tried to stealthily take a glimpse at my ass or my cleavage but no one wanted to be seen eyeing up the Lones goods. With all these fucking nightmares featuring Onyx in every position in the Kama Sutra my senses were on high alert.

All I did was cock an eyebrow. Girls weren’t really my thing. I’d..dabbled…briefly in the midst of a feminist rebellion within my old pack. A stop had been put to that in a heartbeat by Dominion though. Making sure every female wolf that developed a desire to nom a same sex Warlord got punished for doing so. Could totally find out what the fuss was about. Work out why an Alpha would entertain a human when he was probably thrown wolf knickers like a bonafide rock star. “Mmmhmmm, friends with benefits right?” Could I break new ground and event enemies with benefits? A pioneer.

Shiiiit why was I thinking about this again? Oh, that’s right..horny and drunk. Squeezing my eyes shut for a moment while standing in front of her car I tried to redirect my brain away from the intensely dirty gutter it had found itself in. “Yeah I’m fine with a little pre-game tainted driving.” Had to try on the new lingo. If she hit a checkpoint I would just reverse time and make her take a side street. Would probably be the first time I’d used my wolf ability to help a human.

Sliding into her vehicle I took a deep breath in to take in all the scents contained inside. Liked every single one. “Hey, I really like this song.” Alternating the rolling of my shoulders in time with the beat I let it take me to another place for a moment. Fields of long grass, decorated with wildflowers of every spectrum of the rainbow. Early morning sunlight streaming down bathing everything in gold. “My bad. Music does something wicked to me.” Grinning wickedly to accentuate the statement I then mouthed the lyrics ‘you taste just right’ practically licking each word. “Vin’s music has a certain charm to it. If you’re feeling ragey as fuck but my body can appreciate almost everything.” Like a puppet on strings. Couldn’t stop myself from automatically finding a dance style that fit any genre of music.

It didn’t take long to get to our destination. Index was a small place. Which is why I’d never bothered to get a car of my own. Walking was great exercise. I was almost always drunk and what I couldn’t get to in a timely fashion on foot, I could on paw. “Now we hit a wall. I can spend a lifetime trying to decide what I want off the menu.”

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