The position has been filled.
I am currently working on a roleplay idea. (This is being reposted because it has gone quiet. All's fair in love and war
The story that went quiet.)
This roleplay will be harsh, hard hitting and will involve a fair bit of violence, drugs and Mafia type activity.
I will be RP-ing the daughter/maybe wife/Sister of a Mafia Don, the male required will be RP-ing the cop. Good guy, falling for the bad lady.
I would preferably like someone with some knowledge of how the policing system works. (Someone who has watched a lot of CSI or Starsky and Hutch, lol, I don't mind, just someone who has a bit more knowledge than me! haha)Please feel free to send me a PM. I don't bite, much, and I really am looking for someone who can play a worthy contender against my girl.
I haven't been about a bit, and I am looking for a shit HOT RP to get my teeth into!
"Marcia is a 26 year old female. Mouthy, hard hitting and knows how to handle herself. A fierce woman who will argue with everyone, especially if she knows she is right, or is fighting for something she is passionate about. Has spilled blood and isn't afraid to do it again.
5"8 in height, pale complexion, freckles across the bridge of her nose, her eyes are hazel in colour with specks of dark brown. Physically fit, has muscle definition and does a multitude of activities to keep her figure."
If you want to know more, please feel free to get in contact x
Thank you muchly xxx
New Arbour a hive of activity that was beginning to rival that of Atlantic City. The industries booming from the new injection of money and wealth to the city. The city was a sinner's haven.
Whorehouses, racketeering, casinos and of course liquor. In 1920's America, prohibition had been enforced, well, they were trying to enforce it. There were men and women out there who controlled the various parts of the city, various industries but they all reported to one man. Carl Debuncee, a nasty piece of work, he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty, would gladly smile as he slit your own smile ear to ear. He was feared, by many, but there were a few who wanted his power, his money, his contacts and would do their hardest to get them.
Marcia Dee stood in the doorway to the "NightSlip" smiling with her cup of tea, the sun rising on the harbour before, causing sparkles to ripple across the water. Placing her hand on the blind she pulled it down and headed back inside.
Catching a glimpse of herself in a mirror she turned. Her jet black hair falling in curls around her pale face. Her eyes of brightest blue perusing the figure that stood before her. Her bright rouge lips spreading across her face in a smile as she tilted her chin to admire her profile.
"Sweety, you are gorgeous!" Laughing to herself as she placed her tea cup on a nearby table and ran her hands over her slip. A sheer lace and silk number just covering her flesh, but not hiding the curves that hid beneath them. Her rounded breasts holding the slip away from her flat and toned stomach. The hem stopping just under her curved ass, her hands smoothing the material beneath her as she smartened herself up ready to do the rounds. Picking her tea cup back up and walking out of the bar and up the stairs, Marcia rapped hard on the first door, then swung it open.
"Katy?" Standing boldly in the doorway, watching as the girl murmured beneath the covers, alone. Marcia content that the girl had no unpaying overnight guests, left her to sleep of the liquor head she had and continued to do her rounds. The girls who did have men with them were the one who had been paid in advance for their services. It was the only way things were done there and how they would always be. Climbing the last set of stairs to a landing with only two doors on it, Marcia placed her hand on the door knob and opened the door.
Her mouth opening in shock as the sight before her made her drop the porcelain tea cup to the floor, it shattering into shards across the floor.
"HOLY FUCKING BASTARD! Emma! Emma, What the fuck?!" Marcia ran over the shards and into the room, the girl "Emma" was lying across her bed, her stomach and bed covered in her blood, the room empty of any other person apart from the two females currently in there. The screams from behind Marcia, told her the other girls had woken.
"Who was in here with her? Did anyone get a look at the fucker?" Marcia growling to the girls behind her, as she leaned forward over the girl. Her hands slowly moving over her body to find a cause for the blood. the gash to her stomach soon found her fingertips and her mouth curled into a snarl.
"Get me Bevan in the homicide department, fucker visits here often enough, he better get his ass down here now!"