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Roleplay Quotes
"Little bastards run fast. I'm somewhat impressed."
"So here's the simple, silly truth. I was bored. Horrifically bored, in fact. I'm walking down the hallway, and I see your door.
For some reason it seems pretty inviting. So, I think to myself, 'Hey, Daren lives in there. He's fun. I should invade his room while he's half naked.'
And that, my friend, is how shit happens."
"Now you'd really better not step on my feet, 'cause if you do, I might be forced to turn you into a kitten or somethin' and hug you to death." "Wow, is this some sort of 'fucking up Lisa's life' party?"
"Oh, it is indeed, Mr. Constantine. So glad you could make it."
"But I guess it's better now. You've got a healing effect, I suppose. Or maybe you're magic. The kind that goes being us being a wizard and a witch,
that is, because we're all magic in that sense. No, I think you've got super powers. Like, flying through the sky, with her pretty eyes super powers. The
kind that could get you a theme song and everything. It's pretty neat. Remember kicking the soccer ball? That was fairly sweet. I mean, I haven't really been
able to do much with the darn thing since, so I'm assuming that you're just a lucky charm... but you get the point. You've got magic of a different variety, and
it's cool."
"Renée LaFayé, half-sister to Allen here, and probably your worst nightmare, de Lioncourt. Now, are you going to slap her, or shall I?"
"This is Defence Against the Dark Arts. Not 'Read About the Dark Arts'. Not 'Write Essays About the Dark Arts'. This is about knowing the spells and how to execute them in real life situations. And while there is written work and knowledge to be gained from books, it is important to me above all else that you learn to use these spell practically and efficiently for your own safety. You will need these spells sometime in your life, no doubt about that. Whether you are defending yourself or your loved ones."
"It's magic! I love this place! Look, Allie! The ball's in the air! It's flying, flying - falling... haha! Now it's totally grounded again, okay, but admit that it was cool when flying!"
"But heed this, both of you. As it was once spoken by a great man who died out of love; 'We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.' Troubled times are fast approaching, for boths centaurs an humans. I believe it is wise to look out for one another."
"Hey, you just crushed Hello Kitty."
"Bow to me, oh small one! For in your submission, you may elude the wrath of the mightiest warrior that ever lived!"
"Yeah. Beatings and angst aside, it's pretty good...Not very high security and what not, which would be all fine and dandy for fun making provided people didn't randomly die as a result."
"Go Megaman, GO! No, not into the lava, to the - oh, come on, I so just hit you! Hah! Take that you stinking poo-poo-head. I've got you now, I've got you now! Hah, what have you to say to the almighty Brody now, huh? HUH? Yeah, that's what I thought. Can't say anything because you are deleted!"
Well, shit on a stick. Allen had grown a spine.
Part of Amber wanted to smack his rear, say "Aye aye, sailor," and do him in the hall. But the sensible part told her no. For one, she didn't know what he was all about, and two, she thought the floor looked rather uncomfortable. "Hmm...I don't know, Dominic? Did you throw that bottle? If you did, it made a very big mess," he asked, looking a bit to his side as if questioning someone seated next to him. The next moment he glanced in the other direction with a mildly surprised look on his face. "Oh goodness. Now that you mention it, Dominic, I think I just might have!" he said in a worried tone, before switching back over to the other direction. "You fool!" he declared more aggressively, raising his hand as if threatening to slap someone. "Just think; someone just might be careless enough to wander in here and step on it. What then, Dominic, what then?" "I'm sorry, Dominic! I didn't think about the long term consequences of my actions. I was living for the moment, damnit, living for the moment! I shall make amends immidiately." At this point, his attention snapped over to Tati as his eyebrows raised in alarm. "Oh my God, it's already happened! I'm too late, Dominic, I'm too late!" "You lazy bastard, now there's blood everywhere! Look what you've done! It's positively awful. That sock is ruined forever. There's no fixing socks, Dominic, it just doesn't work." "I'm sorry! I'm just a reckless teenager! Please don't beat me!" While this last dramatic bit was going on, he held his hand over his head as if trying to ward off some sort of blow. Then he decided he was finally going to pay attention to the girls question, and blinked at her as if snapping out of whatever fantasy he was living.
"Not if you plan on throwing it at us." Come on. She was going to have to do better than that to get their alcohol.
"You know, for a guy with multiple personalities, they're all acting like assholes."
"Remember, Hart, when I told you that this job was about more than just killing off Mudbloods? I told you that there was much more to it. Sometimes, you become conflicted, between your duty and your inner desires. Sometimes, you're forced to do things you don't want to do. Sometimes, you have to choose. What's your choice?"
So, the solution? Well, she knew now that it wasn't getting plastered, but at the time, it had seemed like a good idea to keep tipping back the firewhiskey bottles.
"As the sun goes down from atop her post And...wow. Was that an "AS" he saw carved into Miller?s chest? That explained a lot.
Plus ten for creative punishment, but negative ten for subtly. Cutting your name into a victim's flesh was a bit obvious, wasn't it?
"But I just don't have the time right now. Victims to find, people to maim, after all."
"You people are sad. You're not even- you're not even worthy of bowing...bowing to a muggle."
Holy Jesus, that couldn't have kept any water out. What a useless building. No floor, little ceiling, and the walls were just poles. Well now, that sucked. What kind of thing was that? And were those... automobiles running along the tops? Good God, muggles didn't have that kind of magic. They could be seriously injured playing those sorts of games.
Maybe he was a Death Eater. That would be neat. Morgan enjoyed Death Eaters. Except for when she had to kill them. That was unfortunate.
"You students are all useless, the lot of you! Did you know that? Were you aware? C'mon, man, get a little more dead, give me some purpose! I feel like a freaking dusty rag ...don't you run away from me! Get back here, you! Stop screaming! Aw, damn it, stop running! Don't you dare turn that corner! Don't you take those stairs! I can hear you taking the bloody stairs!"
“Johnny. John,” the young Constantine started, adjusting his sunglasses and vaguely gesturing in the teen's direction. “As much orgasmic glee as I get from your presence, and as great as your misdirected vulgarity and blatant disregard for social taboo is, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't talk to me right now as I am extremely hung over.” "We're only given a few select years on this Earth, Dominic, and I guess the point of that is so that everybody realizes from day one that they're on a timer. So, here's the thing. It doesn't matter what you've done, who you were, where you come from... it doesn't even matter where you're going, or think you're going. Just where you are, who you are, and where and who you want to be, if that makes any sense. Whatever your problems are, it doesn't really matter. Take a minute and think on it. What do you want? To be alive, obviously, so whatever problem is about to kill you? Rectify it. And don't tell me it's hard and whine about it, because believe me, there's little use. It wouldn't accomplish too much. And as for all your inner demons? Don't suppress them... but if you can't move on, at least try to come to terms with them.
Unless, of course, you enjoy living in a state of mental turmoil, in which case, be my guest and keep on doing what you're doing."
"I've worked far too hard on this. And you know how long it would take to restart. Not to mention, finding the right people all over again... I need a rocket ship."
"Monelli," she repeated, not bothering to stop inhaling the crack. "I've got some seriously hardcore drugs out here for you to take away from me. C'mon."
"Thank god we're in a potions room. There has to be a cure to verbal diarrhea around here somewhere."
“Shit, let’s run like bastards.”
"James... we must cut off your hand! Somehow. Painlessly."
"Oh please. No. Don't. Clio. Come back." Daren called in a monotonous voice.
“Yeah, so, apparently someone promised Janie that James wouldn’t be there, but for some reason I doubt it. Considering its Janie talking she just might have hallucinated it. Cause with those kids…family, y’know? He’ll probably be there, and then him and Janie will probably end up in some kinky bondage situation again and we won’t be able to do a damned thing about it.”
He was thinking she had said yes. Which made the Leale's throat close a bit and his face get a wee bit paler. Wow. That was new. How were you supposed to go about handling news like that? Was he allowed to squeeze - er, hug her? Was he supposed to summon a horse for them to hop on and go riding off into the snowset on? Because, really, he didn't have a horse kicking about, and he was kind of afraid of those big things. But she'd said yes. Oh man. Oh boy. He needed a horse.
“Nice ass.”
"Sorry for the delay in reaction Zel, but I was taking a mental picture of you." "No, really Dominic? You're accusing us of being crooks? I mean, me and you? No way! I can't believe it. You know, my mother warned me about boys like you. Bad stuff. She always said your type would be into robbing the corpses of people I killed. "But oh no, Renée, you killed someone! Ah, I don't know what to do or think anymore! I never expected this of you, because you were such a perfect angel before! It must be that Dominic, he's a bad influence. No, wait.
"Let's blame the schools. The schools aren't teaching them as well as they used to," she drawled dramatically, looking at him as if she were to say 'oh, please' in that moment. "So, we're crooks? You think? You really think? Maybe, just maybe? Because, you know, we didn't just cause a barfight to be reckoned with or anything." "Come on, Dominic," he repeated, eyes narrowing almost dangerously. "Wanna get dirty?" Without any other warning, he reached over and pinched the other's nipple, smirking and seemingly very proud of himself because of this. "You like that, huh? Like it when we're naughty?"
Gee. And some people thought he came on too strong. "And you, Dominic - I know shit's up. All I want is a name. Who did this to you. Why isn't even important, if you don't feel like sharing. Just give me their goddamn name, and I'll stay here with you all night.
Who was it? I have some serious ass to kick, and my foot wants to know where it's going beforehand, you know." Dominic didn’t know who this Ernie guy was, but he didn’t like him at all. He was talking to Renée. And ugly. And talking. Just some stupid drunk guy. Unlike himself. (Who obviously wasn’t drunk yet.)
“Hi,” he replied to his friend redundantly, pleased that he was receiving her attention. Good. She didn’t like Ernie either. Dom liked her though. That was important to remember.
“I want to fuck Dominic, alright? Lay off so we can go have some extremely kinky sex!”
Kinky? No, wait, what did kinky mean? Did that entail being kinky? It sounded kinky. “Hey, Dominic. By the way. Wanna go - wanna go have sex or something?” “Let's gang 'en! A scuttle an' things!”
And with that he fell off his stool. "Damn these people... they're all about using you, using everybody around you... they don't think you're a person. They think you're a tool.
Which, don't get me wrong, you are, but not in that sense."
"Listen to me. Dominic is in shit. I saw it when I was outside, okay? And then I ran back in to get help, but there wasn't any. So I'm going out on my own. And you're coming with me because you're a liability and I like that." “So I come to find my brother, and I find out that you’ve got him tied up in a shed! What the hell, dad?”
"Yeah Dad," the LaFayé drawled even as Catalina tried to stop her from talking, flailing her arms dramatically. "What the hell?"
“You’re going to meet your aunt tonight,” he supplied, rubbing his temples as though he had a headache, and she could’ve sworn she heard him whisper ’Thirdy birdy, you’ve flown away, I wish you would come back and play’. But that was just too creepy to be the case.
Never forget: Dominic Constantine is a dick.
Oh, angst. If he was Lisa Allen, he may have been dying his hair black and cutting himself at that point. -Josef Netri in "It's Spelt Pr0n, and it is Indeed My Hobby"
"I'm sure your boyfriend will love this," she said, holding out his order.
Fighting fire with fire may have gotten you burned, but it also got the other motherfucker torched, which was the important thing.
“Hi, I'm Rose, I may have issues with paranoia.”
"We here at The Dirt aren't placing much faith in the relationship, given the age gap alone. Don't even let us start on the drastic differences in lifestyle and personality (such as Ombiero's announcing she was a homosexual for years previous to his arrival)." Oh, yeah. Discreet was on its way to China right now, along with its friends Covert and Inconspicuous. -Tatiana Ionescu laments in "Never Let You Go"
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