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Daphne Millbrook « Result #2 on Dec 20, 2008, 12:36pm »
Name: Daphne Millbrook Ability(if any): Super-speed alliance(heroes, company, sylar, loner etc): Matt Parkman (?) Appearance: Short blonde hair in dreadlocks, physically short and very slim. celeb claim(use a celeb for your pics if you want): Brea grant pic(if used a celeb): Rp sample (at least 2 paragraphs at least 4 sentances each): For once Daphne felt like she could relax. There was no fear of Arthur taking her abilities, no more running from Pinehearst and no more working for anybody except herself. Of course even if she was looking out for number one there was no way she was leaving Matt. Her plan was to go back to her apartment in Paris, pick up her stuff, phone the police and tell them about the ‘thieves den’ and have them collect everything she’d stolen without ever suspecting her.
Which was what she did. She ran over to Paris and packed a suitcase with all her clothes and anything else that could identify her, of course living with an ex-cop was going to help her on this one. Taking her bag she took one last look around the apartment, it wasn’t much but it had been her home. She smiled as she looked fondly around the place. Sure it was full of stolen goods but that was all part of the fun.
She held tightly onto her suitcase and ran back to New York, hopefully Matt would have gotten rid of Hiro and Ando by now, sent them back to Japan on the plane or something, if not, she’d take them herself. She didn’t mind having them around but Ando was a danger to both her and Matt even if he didn’t know it. He could inadvertently touch her arm and send her back in time without him, that could be disastrous and every time he touched Matt he’d get a major headache.
That was how Daphne imagined it anyway. She wasn’t actually sure. She paused outside the door to Matt’s apartment wondering if to knock of just go in? She wasn’t exactly used to sharing an apartment. In the end she knocked and then walked in anyway without waiting for an answer. If the door was unlocked that meant he was in didn’t it?
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Re: Well it rains and it pours... « Result #3 on Nov 23, 2008, 12:00pm »
Akina spied the lift and helped Blake over to it. She pushed the button and waited for the doors to open, as they did she helped Blake into what was essentially a large metal box. "Third floor?" She pressed the button.
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Re: Well it rains and it pours... « Result #5 on Nov 23, 2008, 11:56am »
"Twenty six, it's on the third floor." Blake replied, glancing around her for a moment. "There's a lift over there." she added, motioning loosely with her hand.
Peter Petrelli « Result #6 on Nov 23, 2008, 11:55am »
Name: Peter Petrelli Ability(if any): empath alliance(heroes, company, sylar, loner etc): heroes Appearance: dark hair, dark eyes. celeb claim(use a celeb for your pics if you want): Milo Ventimiglia
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Rp sample (at least 2 paragraphs at least 4 sentances each):
(ok i just used this as a starter for an arthur, so thought id post it on here)
*Peter had a new plan. He was angry, wanted revenge and hated his dad for what he was doing. The guy was completely insane, Peter wondered how long his dad had lost his mind, all of his childhood memories seemed happy, and normal enough. Then again, he could never be sure if what he knew was the whole thing or if the haitian kid had wiped his mind on more than just the one occasion. He put his hands in to his coat pockets and looked up at trhe Pinehearst building, it was dark and felt pretty cold out. Peter wondered if perhaps he was losing his mind too, coming back to this place. Maybe he had a death wish. Sometimes he felt like death was the easy way out, the whole emptyness, nothingness feeling at times seened appealing to Peter. Eris Quod Sum. I was what you are, you will be what I am. Nietzscheism. Peter had read a lot of books on the guy, interesting theories. Even though Peter was a nurse he liked to know about the way society functioned, it kinda came in with the caring profession and how the changes in the postmodern society affected peoples outlook on life. And death. He flung the doors to the Pinehearst building open and made his way confidently up the corridor. Not that he felt confident, his insides felt as if they were going to burst with aniticipation. He hated his dad, coming back here could cost him his life but he felt as if he had no choice. He found his way to the seventh floor. His dads office, making sure no one was around he quietly made his way inside. This was strange, managing to walk all this way with no one stopping him. To good to be true. His dad knew he was here, the guy wasnt stupid. He marched over to his dads desk and took a seat in his chair, swiveling around on it a couple of times until he heard footsteps coming his way. He turned to face the door, grinning*
"Dad...did you miss me?"
*he leaned back in his dads chair, tempted to put his feet on the desk but knowing perhaps that was pushing it too far*
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Re: Well it rains and it pours... « Result #8 on Nov 18, 2008, 7:29pm »
"Just along this street, towards the end." Blake replied, motioning loosely with her hand towards the building she was currently living in. She tested her ankle again, and sighed when it still hurt to push on it.
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Re: Well it rains and it pours... « Result #10 on Nov 15, 2008, 8:45am »
Blake watched as the snow stopped, and sighed. "If it turns warm and sunny now..." she muttered under her breath, through gritted teeth as the two of them turned a corner.
She smiled a little at Akina, and nodded slowly, moving a large strand of soaking wet hair from her face at the same time.
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