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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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[Private] Quadruple the Pandemonium

Logan Milo Byrne | Human; Citizen

Posted on Thu Mar 30, 2017 2:21 am

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Pub | Clear | 10:30 P.M.

This thread starts between Logan Byrne & Giovanni Reyes, but will feature Calypso Paxon & Brandon Owens after some time. Appearances for Logan and Calypso can be found below: (You can click the images to view larger scale.)

The pub is currently playing... THIS SONG  



LOGAN: From left to right, Outfit & Hair. (Look at this precious curly headed fuck. Auuuughhhh)


CALYPSO: From left to right, Outfit, Shoes, Bag, Necklace, Eye Makeup, Lips Color, Hair Color & Style


This day... It had started with Brandy and cigars with Debo. He'd found two red velvet robes at the thrift store, and told me he couldn't wear his without drinking brandy, smoking cigars, and talking business. So we spent our morning on his run down porch, in robes, drinking brandy, and smoking cigars while discussing the stock market for all of two seconds, before he challenged me to a duel over whether Marvel or DC would win in a battle to the death. Of course he was high, his dealer had woke my ass up at three in the morning with a big ass fucking bag of green. But even if he hadn't been high, our morning wouldn't have been abnormal by any standard.

Around noon I'd found myself arguing with some nutty old lady over the last bottle of olive oil at the supermarket. Which ended... Terribly for me, since she threw herself to the ground and started screaming ''get him off me" and "he's hitting me!" while I stood a good five feet away and recorded the entire spectacle on my phone, laughing hysterically all the while. Shortly after, I decided to give that deadbeat Gio another chance, and sent him a text message. It'd been a lifetime since I'd heard from him, but I wasn't one to give up on a good friendship. And clearly it paid off, because on this particularly weird ass fuckin' day, he actually responded.

That's what brought me to here. About four-ish solid beers, three shots of tequila, and three-ish more of vodka into a conversation with a ghost. A particularly brown one, named Giovanni Reyes. Saying I was sloshed was putting it lightly. Even Gio was looking particularly sexy, and more likely than not, I'd be taking his brown ass home for a good lay. Unless I stopped drinking...Considering I hadn't received any premonitions that said otherwise, I considered that incredibly fucking unlikely. Wait a minute... I lazily held my hand up in his face so I could down another shot, feeling like my body was wobbling on the seat my ass was sitting on. Tell me again. You've been... Where? I asked him, my eyes getting distracted by a woman with so much junk in her trunk I didn't need to be drunk to know my pants had shrunk. I produced some spunk? She made my dick a chunk? Something to that effect anyway. Wait... Say it again, I was distracted.

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Giovanni Michael Reyes | Wolf; Warrior/Fighter

Posted on Fri Mar 31, 2017 2:32 am

Gio's outfit     photo giooutfit.png    Brandon Outfit photo brandonoutfit.jpg


   
It was 8pm and we were fucking wasted, and oh no wait, scratch that it’s 10 pm. That was the thought that ran through my head when I glanced down at my phone. Dude, where had the time gone? I hadn’t laughed this fucking much since…fuck it, I don’t even remember. I can’t think straight post binge drinking. “Arriba, abajo, al centro, pa dentro!” I downed my third shot of tequila.
 
Yo we were so lit right about fuckin’ now. Logan was checking out some ugly ass chick’s ass and at the point so was I. “GODAMN.” My eyes followed the girl’s ass as she walked away. “Dude, I’m serious. I was legit trapped inside some mother fucking vampire’s fucking dungeon.” I looked him dead in the eye and burst out fucking laughing. “Yo, I wish I was fuckin’ lying. I’m not making this shit up, man.” I held my hands up as if to testify my whereabouts to him.
 
“I swear, Lo. This old ass vamp kept me in her dungeon as a fuckin’ lab rat for god damn near a whole fuckin’ year.” I burst out laughing once again at this point I could not contain the laughter. I held my sides while I continued to roar with laughter.
 
“Another round a’ shots, boys?” The edgy box-dyed red headed bartender asked with a toothy smile. Lo and I were definitely making her night, not to mention our open tab was probably adding up right about now and she knew it. “Yeah, dollface. Make it two more rounds.” We gon’ die today.  “Man, I fuckin’ missed this. I missed being fuckin’ out with my brother.”

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Logan Milo Byrne | Human; Citizen

Posted on Sun Apr 09, 2017 8:22 pm

¡Salud, pesetas, amor y tiempo para gozarlos! Or... Whatever, other than "La concha de tu madre", that's the extent of my spanish. Unless of course you're counting women, in which case, I know much, much more. Deeply, inside and out, sometimes from behind too. Ay mami! I added towards the end as I locked eyes with big ass chick in the distance. Is that slang for ''your dick was trapped up her cave'', or 'you being literal? That's some fucked up shit bro. I glared, finding the story likely, but still fucking unbelievable. But hey... Was she hot? I added on the end like it was no big deal. Which it wasn't, except for the fact that Vin had told me once that his kind was like the vampire equivalent of a scooby snack. Fuck... I always thought he was talkin' dirty to me, but maybe Gio had been strung up like a hog in a meat locker and sucked on for months on end. Which sounded so much more fucking sexual than I intended it to.

You volunteer? I placed my hand on his shoulder like he was my son, and I was fucking Jesus Christ about to shove some serious wisdom up his ass. You know they don't suck dicks right? It's blood, brother, it's blood they suck. I snorted, pulling my hand away so I could hold something better, a little glass that made me feel like a giant drinking out of a puny human sized stein. The liquid inside went right down the hatch, and half of it squirted out my nose as I started literally fucking dying of laughter... And pain from the burning feeling in my sinuses. Not funny... I said as I continued to laugh hysterically, holding my gut and wobbling as I nearly fell back out of my stool. Oh fuck... I mean I believe you. But holy balls... It was just... Fucking ridiculous. Was this really the world we were living in? Holy fuck...

You comin' on to me? I twirled my finger around a chunk of hair and fluttered my eyelashes. My expression went flat in an instant. Buy me dinner first, I'm not a whore. My eyes tore away mid sentence to flash bar chick a wide cheesy grin, and proceeded to lick sloppily around my mouth as I eyed the new shots, like a dog trying to savor the flavor of a meaty steak. What about... People? I mean I called you, but was it like a prison? Like a kinky prison? Were there whips and chains and shit? I mean, I'm dyin' here, you gotta give me details.

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