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"I thought that pain was something completely familiar to me, like a counterpart to my soul. Lost in the levels of itself, comfortable in the well known and remembered swirls of it. I've lived with pain for so long that I never thought it could affect me again." She told me to go. Find out where my head was and come back at least with my head high or my heart finally free. That was a tough one for me. I mean really, how could I give up someone that I had literally given my entire heart to? That in itself is a contradiction when it comes to someone like me. I'm a flirt, a but I'm a lost cause when it comes to love. Some women are always walking through life looking for that prince, I on the other hand have always looked for that one I could call my princess. Unlike some however, I found mine and lost her. Jessica knew that, no matter how much I sweet talked her and flashed her that Clint Barton smile. She hadn't been in SHIELD just for her amazing good looks. No, she was a hell of good read of people, especially men with psychological episodes. She was right though. If I was going to put anything together for the future, I had to at least attempt let go of some of my past. I owed that much myself to see where I stood with Bobbi...just one last time. Jessica told me that she would be there regardless, as a friend if things went well, or as much more if it went bad. How could a man refuse a woman that was that understanding? On the other hand, if I didn't go, she'd probably go all Spiderwoman and kick my ass. Which led Clint Barton to this moment. He sit on the edge of a hotel bed, night sand next to him and more booze than he needed. He was wrestling with himself. Call her. You need closure at least. Why make it worse? As always, in a man's head at least, there was the other voice that chimed in. Don't call her. There's no reason to set her off and make things worse. Give her time. Then again... Call her. And again.. Don't call her. Finally, he came to unconvincing conclusion and simply mumbled out. Shit. Clint had to go. He had promised Jessica he would. Still, a little drink wouldn't hurt first and he eyed the liquor bottle near him before finally grabbing a bottle water next to it. It wouldn't have helped matters to show up drunk that was where Clint really wanted to be right now. No, Niesa had always taught him that it was an easy out and he usually stumbled into more trouble that way that he helped solve. Still, it was a temptation he didn't need.  Instead, he slowly reached over to the phone, pressing a few numbers on the key pad. It immediately went to voice mail after he lifted it to his ear. He attempted to leave a message but wasn't sure what to say. He just lowered the phone and stared at it, trying to put into words the frustration, anger, and betrayal that he'd felt for the past year. It was a mute cause of course and he knew it. Clint hung up the phone and grabbed his keys. Over the phone wasn't the best way to handle this anyways. No, face to face. It wasn't long before he was on the road, his hair blowing through the bitter cold night air as he made his way on his Harley Davidson motorcycle. His ear buds blared from him iPod in his head, playing a type of music he didn't listen to very much these days. Country. The song was Josh Gracin's "Let You Go." The lyrics echoed through his head. I said I'm over you and that we're through....so you should just move on..Cause I don't need and I don't want you and I don't love you anymore.' The words touched his heart and his eyes began to tear up. A rare sign of weakness for the archer. He fought the tears back though until the wind finally gave him the help he needed. Then the end of the song came and he broke down completely, slowing the motorcycle to a stop on the side of the road, his right hand lifting to cover his eyes. ' Well I still love you and I'll always need you. I know I'll miss you now that you're gone and now I know I'm not the best you'll ever know...cause I loved you enough to let you go' He lowered his head, even as the song came to an end, speaking in light but cracked voice. "How do I tell a woman that showed me how to love again that I don't love her anymore....especially when it's a lie. I do love her. I just can't do this anymore. God damn it...how am I supposed to do this?"Part 2 When he arrived, Clint found her in the WCA lab. She looked up as he entered and he flashed her a half hearted smile, just as her face brightened and she stood up. His facial expression changed to more of a frown when he saw her smile. In return, Bobbi's did as well. Many years together had taught the other what such expressions meant, even when most would not have noticed. After an awkward moment of silence, Bobbi spoke. 'Clint? What's wrong and don't tell me nothing.' "We need to talk Bobbi." The moment the words left his lips, he could already see her barriers going up. She responded in a way he expected. 'That's it then isn't it? ' Clint responded in a light but remorseful voice."Yes...but..." 'And you being the morally correct person you are Clint had to come and tell me in person.' 'You know you could have just sent me an email Clint but no..not you. You always were a gentleman." "I'm not feeling much like one..." Bobbi turned as she let her hand drift to her waist, yet her eyes told him how she was feeling. Bobbi cut him off again. "It's never easy Clint. How many times have we been down this road. How many fucking times?!?" Her voice broke up some and she turned around again. "You said it Clint...now go...just leave me alone." Clint shook his head no and walked over beside her, closing down the screen to the laptop with his hand.  "No Bobbi...not this time. You're not going to do this to me again. I'm not always the one that screws up..not this time." Bobbi lifted her arms and crossed them across her chest but still would not turn to look at him. Clint took a deep breath and moved back from her laptop, then continued. "Stop pretending to be someone you're not Bobbi...the woman I..."Bobbi snapped back quick, cutting Clint off again. 'Is this where you tell me you love me Clint? That I am the only one for you and your soul mate? Your full of sh...' This time, Clint cut her off. "No. All I ever wanted was the woman I fell for..the one that came to me when I needed something to make me believe again. Damn it Bobbi! You proposed to me!" Clint stopped talking, his eyes tearing up again as he choked back his words. Bobbi in turn took the opportunity to talk again. 'Clint...we both know I wanted a divorce before I was kidnapped and drug off to that God-forbidden hellhole of a Skrullworld. When you were there when I got back...' Her voice cracked this time as she spoke. '..and you were there to hold me....to tell me everything was going to be alright...I thought maybe...just maybe. Here was my Hawkeye..my knight in purple armor. I thought what the hell...maybe we were worth a second chance. I was wrong. You were wrong. We both changed and now it's time to move on...your right.' "It's ok Sport. I'm a big girl and I understand. I know you love me and I will always love you. We just don't work well together outside of a bedroom right now." Clint smirked this time, rubbing his thumbs against the top of her hands."Ditto Moxie....." Nothing else was said as their eyes met and their lips greeted each others in a soft kiss. Closure was what Clint wanted but what he found was something he lost that he valued the most in her, a woman that understood him the way he understood her. His best friend....closure. //Relationships come and go in life but the love for a true friend will always remain.//

Name: Kuuron Nickname: Kuu-kun, Ron Gender: Male Age: 16 Birthday: August 19 Blood Type: A- Hair: orange Eyes: light orangeSkin: peachOrientation: Gay (seke) Status: single Occupation: keyblade wielder, student Family: N/A Favorites: adventure, spicy food Fears: N/AWeaknesses: N/A

Name: Toshiro Ikeda Nickname: (anything you can think of) Gender: Male Age: 20 Birthday: March 3 Blood Type: B- Hair: blonde w/ purple highlights Eyes: light purpleSkin: peachOrientation: Gay (seme) Status: single Occupation: Model Family: Akihiko Ikeda (father), Ami Ikeda (mother, deceased) Favorites: outdoors, spicy food, being with friends Fears: N/AWeaknesses: N/A

Name: Skyler Engel Nickname: Skye Gender: Male Age: Looks to be around 16 Birthday: December 26 Blood Type: O Hair: light blond (looks white) Eyes: baby blueSkin: pale peachOrientation: Gay (pure uke) Status: single Occupation: Student Family: N/A Favorites: snow, sweets, helping others Fears: thunderstorms, spidersWeaknesses: N/A

Name: Rai Yamazaki (human); Byakko (demon, means white tiger)Nickname: (anything you can think of) Gender: MaleAge: 18 (Actual 218)Birthday: Not telling Blood Type: AB+Hair: human form: jet black; demon form: white with black stripes Eyes: human form: dark crimson red; demon and complete form: blueSkin: human: pale peach; demon: white with black stripes; Complete form: Looks like a white tigerOrientation: Bi (seke)Status: singleOccupation: StudentFamily: Shizuko Yamazaki (younger sister); (parents deceased)Favorites: Skyler, the colors red and black, snow, BDSMFears: Skyler getting hurtWeaknesses: Skyler and ShizukoOther notes: Rai has two demon forms and his human form. One is where he looks like a human but has white hair with black stripes, ears, and tail. And his actual demon form where he looks like a white tiger. Name: Shizuko Yamazaki (human); Yukitora (demon, means snow tiger) Nickname: (anything you can think of) Gender: Female Age: 14 Birthday: Not telling Blood Type: AB+ Hair: human form: black; demon form: white Eyes: human form: black; demon form: blueSkin: human: pale peach; demon: pale peach, sometimes white with black stripes; complete form: looks like a whiter tiger cubOrientation: Bi Status: single Occupation: Student Family: Rai Yamazaki (older brother); (parents deceased) Favorites: snow, Rai, music, sweets, adventure Fears: complete darknessWeaknesses: N/A Other notes: Shizuko has two demon forms and her human form. One is where she looks like a human but has white hair, ears, and tail. And her actual demon form where she looks like a white tiger cub.

Name: Bubblegum Cotton-Candy or Nao Watanabe Nickname: Bubbles, gummy-bear, Candy, Fluffy (any other candy names) Gender: Male Age: 16 Birthday: July 4 Blood Type: AB+ Hair: blue bangs, rest of hair is light pink Eyes: left - blue; right - pinkSkin: pale peachOrientation: Gay (uke) Status: single Occupation: Works in a candy store, student Family: Doesn't know if he has any, but he lives with his boss. Kaoru Watanabe (Boss, father figure) Favorites: sweets, his job Fears: thunderWeaknesses: N/A Other notes: Was found by Kaoru. Doesn't have any memory before he was found. Thinks he was abandoned by his biological parents. Was adopted by Kaoru.Name: Kaoru Watanabe Nickname: Kao-chan Gender: Male Age: 20 Birthday: not telling Blood Type: AB- Hair: RedEyes: GreenSkin: peachOrientation: Gay (seke) Status: single Occupation: Candy Shop owner Family: Lives with Bubblegum Cotton-Candy (worker, son) Favorites: sweets, sex Fears: N/AWeaknesses: N/AOther Notes: Gave Bubblegum his name after finding him. He took the boy to the doctors, who told him that the boy had no memory. Still looking for his parents, but adopted him while doing so.

o1. I have my courier, and I really don't care to storyline with any others. Sorry, but I've had the same courier since the summer of '11 and considering he's one of my closest friends, I think I'll be sticking with this group.o2. Same for Arcade - I have one, so if any other were to pop up, I'm sorry, but that's too bad.o3. Multi-para minimum, novella preferred.o4. You'll have a long wait time between replies. Don't rush me, or I'll put off your reply out of spite.o5. Colt's a misogynistic asshole. I am not. What goes on in roleplay is done for the purposes of roleplay. I LIKE drama in my roleplays, but that doesn't mean I want it outside of roleplay.o6. I'm female in real life. Honestly, does that surprise you any?o7. Not that you'd want to, but don't steal my shit. Colt was the first courier I used back in 2010 when New Vegas came out and he's since transformed into my little Legionnaire. Come up with your own character and playby.o8. I won't be doing crossovers. Sorry. I have other accounts where we can do something outside of Fallout verse. I'm not here to teach you about the verse, either. I'll tell you basics, but it's up to you to do further research.

Clint had no idea who had sent him the free plane ticket to return home to Iowa. Lord knows, he had hardly any memories of it. He had only been eight when he left Waverly and ended up in a state orphanage, and what kind of good childhood memories can you get from an orphanage? After that, Barney and Clint had been all over the country when they ran away and joined the carney. Iowa became just another place where the rednecks hung out. Now that he was suddenly a father again, Clint felt an almost irresistible compulsion to go home. He also felt vaguely like a dumbass for even considering it. A big part of human memory is triggered by smell. The smell of alcohol always reminded him of his father, the smell of lilacs reminded him of his mother, and the smell of smoke reminded him of how a drunk man should never get behind the wheel of a car and drive. Sawdust and cotton candy made him remember his carney days; pine trees brought back memories of the months he spent living in the wilderness after Bobbi's death, trying to shake off the grief the way he had shaken off his responsibilities. Only thing was, he still couldn't get away from the feeling that something wasn't quite right. Something was stirring his head, and he thought that it was the weather. Clint grabbed his backpack in his hand and made his way to the door of the plane; then stepped down the stairs to the pavement. It was going to be cold as a motherfucker. There's varying degrees of cold. In New York, cold was to the bone with a foul smell, but he still missed it in the winter. In California, the temperature rarely dropped below 75 degrees but the natives still bitched. Then there is Iowa cold. Going from the warmness of the plane cabin to outside was like putting his face into a cooler that had been setting in ice for the last few hours. Clint tucked his backpack along his shoulder and made his way to airport entrance. His Harley Davidson motorcycle sit just where the travel agent said it would be. Finally, he had a chance to get away from everything and sort his thoughts. It may have been Waverly, Iowa but it was home; and home was what he needed right now the most. The thought still swirled around in his head however with the curiosity of who his benefactor was. It had to be someone that knew him on a deeper level. Something to figure out later though. For now, he wasn't going to complain. He walked over to the bike, lifting his leg over the seat and placed his hands on the handle grips. A quick turn of a key later and he heard the engines roar to life. Music to his ears if there ever was any. He smiled, speaking lightly while he kicked the stand up and pulled off. "Now this is home...hell yeah..."

Name: ShotaKnown Aliases: Shota Vader, Alchemist, Raven NecromancerHome world: Yavin IV/ KorribanRace: Near Human, exact race unknownGender: FemaleHeight: 5' 3"Weight: 100 lbsHair color: BlackSkin color: Extremely lightEye color: Purple. Some would say her eyes appeared to give off a light of their own due to their unique color.Profession: Sith AlchemistAffiliations: The Vader family, Serinan Imperial OrderDescription: Shota's known for her curiosity though she usually tries to avoid allowing it to be obvious when it's been sparked. Her loyalties lie with very few as she is very distrusting of those around her. Her strongest bonds are those she has formed with her Teacher and Nikita Vader who she is sometimes known to address as her Mistress. Like most Sith Alchemists she has a strong hatred for Jedi (Lightsiders as she calls them.) Though her tolerance for them tends to generally be far less than that of her Teacher due to her childhood. Because of her physical appearance she has often been singled out and targeted due to various fears by fellow Alchemists, Jedi, Sith, and non Force sensitive individuals. As a result it isn't uncommon for her to hide her appearance by use of illusions, only allowing those she trusts to see her true appearance. Due to her heritage her favored abilities tend to lie along the lines of various forms of Necromancy. 

Well as it turns out the rpg I originally made this account for decided to start overand with my life as busy as it is I don't really see use in re-auditioning and keeping this page.As much as I would like to stay with the wonderful friends I've made,I don't see it fair to them that I cannot talk as often as I would like...though I found time to come online as often as I could,it just was never enough I guess...I may bring this account back next year, but I make no gaurentees...if you would still like to keep in touch,you can find me at my siteInto The Twilightyeah not a SM site and not even an anime siteJust ask for Maybelle though <3I know you don't have to use the services,it would just be nice to keep such friends...I wish you all the best of luck in the SM verseand I will promote SM rpers as much as I can...I'd really hate for the verse to die out...):well I guess this is goodbye then...

Name: Jason ReeperAlias(s): NoneSex: MaleRace/Species: HumanAge: 20Birthday: October 29thSign: ScorpionFamily: Parents are currently traveling, Talia(Nanny), Eric(Butler)Birthplace: New York City, New YorkOccupation: University student, magicianHeight: 5'10"Weight: 174 lbsEye Color: RedHair: Jet BlackWeapons/Equipment: Various magician tools.Attributes: Illusionist, magician, musician, genius intellectBio: Jason was born into money. He was surrounded by it his whole life and his parents used it to give him everything any child could possibly dream of...except love. Jason had no need for expensive toys, or video games, or high-end electronics; all he wanted, all he wished for were for his parents to give him their unconditional love. But Jason's parents were consumed by their work and need to acquire wealth and status. When Jason came of age, they passed that burden on to him. They sent him to several of the best and most exclusive private schools in the country and expected him to behave as someone in their circle would. Jason was alone. The only real parents he had was Talia, his nanny who cared for him since birth, and Eric, his butler who introduced him to the world of magic and illusions. Eric was a skilled magician before he entered into the service of the Reeper family. To ease the loneliness of their only son, he taught the young Jason all about performing illusions and tricks. Jason took up the craft with great enthusiasm and by age eighteen was performing at various shows without the knowledge of his parents. He had performed many incredible feats throughout his short career, but the one thing he could never do was make his parents love him.Theme Song~ Kiss From a Rose by Seal 

 A winter night and call went out to friends and family as the forest seem to light up as one Christmas tree is on a path to a small cottage deep in the forest as the forest itself glow blue as her cottage glow with the Christmas spirit as there was so much food out that she had cook for them. She wore a pretty red dress and Santa hat on her head . As she wait for other to come to a Christmas party for she didn't want alone on this day. The table was all in red and green with drinks and all . She was so ready for this day .As people would come they had to get through this forest. Uploaded with ImageShack.usAs they would come to creak with a bridge and on the other side of that bridge  a cottage is lite up in the Christmas lights.Uploaded with ImageShack.us As you come in you see a nice Christmas set home with food and goodys as well as a light up tree and warm fire from the fireplace. Uploaded with ImageShack.usUploaded with ImageShack.usUploaded with ImageShack.usUploaded with ImageShack.us This was going to be the best Christmas ever .

Hi! Welcome to my Roleplayer.Me page! Just a few rules before we RP.1. DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Olivia Munn, nor do I claim to be in any way,shape, or form [a name's just a name]. Refer to my blog about the differences between the real life Munn, and my character. 2. I'll RP anything,even if I don't know it very well... But I'll try to go with the flow. 3.  I use to do Para style for roleplay, but I've upgraded to Novella. 4. Do NOT God Mode. It's STUPID...You'll become the second most hated person on the Internet. The first will always be Justin Bieber.5. USE PROPER F***IN' ENGLISH..I don't want to see 'u' for 'You', and '4', for..'for'.Or 'Dat' for 'that', 'wat' for 'what', and the list goes on.I hate it!It makes you look stupid, and that is one thing you should avoid around me; my character's a Soldier, and the U.S. Military expects a professional image, so will I.6.  My page is not for children, let's get that right: I swear like a motherf***er. I shoot firearms. I do engage in violence, because war isn't tag. I f*** men or women, and that leads me to this rule: should our storyline involve sexual activity, we'll do it in messages. I'm just comfortable that way. Don't like it? PACK. YOUR. SH*T. An old friend once said: ACT YOUR AGE. NOT YOUR F***IN' SHOE SIZE.7. If you kill me off, I'm fine with it.. Just remember: my character's part RE/MGS, I'll definitely be back at some point to kill you. That's a guarantee. I'm a proud soldier of the United States Army, so don't go thinking I'm some chick you can victimize, because I can and will gladly turn you into my bitch. Don't believe me, I'll provide you with a list of people who will always be known as MAMA'S BITCHES.8. When you send the starter, I expect detail and structure. I don't want one liners, or stupid scenarios like 'so-and-so bumps into you one day', or something like that. Take your time when creating the starter, please. I strongly urge that to all of you.9. My character tends to promote through the ranks from time to time. But at least I do it within a month or two, so it doesn't cause any confusion. I'll also inform you ahead of time, if you don't understand my meaning.10 When we RP, it's RP only, alright? None of this stupid RL drama bullsh*t, got it? If you can't handle it... Kill yourself. Just do it. You'll open up more lanes on the freeway with you out the way.11. Always remember: RP is not F***IN' REAL!!!!!If you think it is.. Again, kill yourself. You'll save the world a lot of trouble. If you can't seem to figure that out and you need help, I will happily oblige in pulling the trigger for you.. Or throwing you off a cliff- whichever tickles your vagina.12. Please decide which character you want to be please! I don't like it when people change in the middle of RP. It f***s everything up, and complicates the storyline! Change first, before you send a starter! If you change in the middle of a storyline, you WILL be DELETED.13. Relationships. I thought I didn't have to put it up, but alright. My character is a Soldier, and Fidelity is taught to all who serve. Therefore, if my Olivia is taken, she is TAKEN. None of this, 'side chick' bullsh*t. Don't try to flirt with my Olivia when she's taken. You'll be disappointed after she turns you down. And I don't think it matters who I'm with; male or female, if I'm interesting to you, then don't be shy, send me a message. 14. I expect complete Professionalism with ALL Roleplayers that come in contact with me. This especially pertains to those who added me. If I've known you for awhile, say a duration of three months or so, then okay, I will be lenient to this rule. We can then goof off, f*** around, and what have you. But as of today, a lot of people have been irritating me with their lack of professionalism. And they added me, so honestly, what the f***. I've had idiots email me 'I'd love to eat your p**sy.." Really? Is your sex life outside RP that bad that you have to come get it here? What, your hand give up? I'll allow sexual content during roleplay, but that sh*t will not fly on my watch.15. I should have stated this earlier, but better late than never. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT ROLEPLAY MY CHARACTER! That's called AUTO RP, and that is considered GOD MODE. An example: "______ ran through the field, looking for Olivia, who was armed with an M4." How in the F*** would you know that I was there, and how the F*** did I have an M4? My character may be a soldier, but that doesn't mean I have to be armed with an M4. I could be holding the HK416, a Benelli M1014 Shotgun, AA-12, or whatever the f*** I want to carry. DO NOT PLAY MY CHARACTER. YOU HAVE YOUR OWN, SO STICK TO YOURS, BEFORE I STICK MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS. 16. I AM NOT A F***ING NUMBER. I know I shouldn't have to, but ever since I made the transition from MySpace to RolePlayer.Me, I've gotten friend requests, and almost the majority of them do not even ask for a starter, or discuss a storyline with me. They just add me, and say nothing. I am not going to be just another number for you 'friend whores', if you're going to add me, you better be sure you're going to ROLEPLAY with me. 17.   I don't mind OOC from time to time, but if all we're gonna do is have small talk OOC, then get the f*** off my page and fool around with someone else. This is called 'ROLEPLAYER' for a reason, and that's what I am here to do. 18.  I'm the only one to portray Olivia Munn as a soldier- the first to do it since MySpace, as well as being the only one to roleplay her. Lisa herself, as in the RL OLIVIA MUNN, is aware I portray her, and has been aware of that since Mama made her debut on MySpace. That being said, I'm not adding any others with Olivia's face. I just don't do that sort of thing. Not to sound like a snooty bitch, but if I wanted to face a double, I'll do it on my own terms. My character's a soldier. She has her own problems, as well as fulfilling her duty to the country. Don't interfere with your complaints and bullsh*t! It's bad enough this war is as f***ed up as it already is! Thank You for taking the time to read and understand these rules. I look forward to the RP, but when we RP, I expect FULL effort. None of this half-assed bullsh*t that some RPers do. And if you agree to the expectations stated above, then we'll have no problems.To put it bluntly: Read the rules and follow them. Quit being BEECH about how I run my page, because I don't tell you how to run yours. Even though some of you stupid idiots are so Goddamned illiterate I wished they had retained your monkey asses in Preschool to teach you how to properly speak some f***in' English, but that's just me. CURRENT GRADE/POSITION: Command Sergeant Major/ CSM(E-9)- Olivia Elizabeth Munn�Command Sergeant MajorUnited States Army  D-Squadron, 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment Delta(1st-SFOD-D)

Name: RevionAlias(s): ErrolSex: MaleRace/Species: ElfAge: 660(looks to be around 22)Birthday: March 6thSign: PiscesFamily: Doesn't like to talk about itBirthplace: Doesn't like to talk about itOccupation: BardHeight: 5'9"Weight: 167 lbs.Eye Color: Light greenHair: RedWeapon(s)/ Equipment: Short sword, daggers, luteAttributes: Swordsman, knife expert, bard, acrobat, stealth, immortality, minor control of magic, underdeveloped foresight.Bio: Born into a long line of Elven princes, Revion was a black sheep among his elven brethren in the deep mystic forest. Born with an intuitive and adventurous nature, he soon the found the forest his people called home to be as much as a prison as it was a sanctuary. Elves were forbidden from leaving the woods that bore them and consorting with humans was the ultimate insult to their race. Revion realized that unless he left his home he would be alone forever. In the dead of night, he ran from the forest and never looked back. Life among the humans was challenging at first; he had to learn their ways and customs in order to fit in. Through the help of a few kind humans and the few other elves that left the forest, Revion adapted to life in the open world easily. He took the name "Errol" to conceal his identity as the Elven prince and became a traveling bard, seeing the world he didn't even know existed beyond the forest.Theme Song~ Flaming Red Hair by  David Donaldson, David Long, Steve Roche, Janet Roddick