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bakerstreet2012-09-20 05:28 pm
smuttomakeyoumad) wrote in bakerstreet2012-09-20 05:28 pm
the bringer of decadence meme
meme by tempus fugit
meme by tempus fugit
Well this was interesting, though it wasn't the first time it had happened. Odd walked into the black and white room and found another him? The two were on the same wavelength as they soon found out. They sat next to each other on the bed, leaning back to back, and waited for a third person to walk in and join them.
Edited 2012-09-20 22:43 (UTC)
[There is absolutely no harm in exploring, not at all. At the moment, Lady thinks she's currently by herself; something about passing by a room in the tint of blue that makes her stop. She ends up taking a few steps back. Blue is one of her favored colors, so it's no wonder that she ends up walking into it. It is beautiful, it's also a shame that, as of now, Lady only wishes she had a normal room like this.
But rooms like this aren't intended for someone who never stays at home. And balconies. Balconies are nice, they remind her of her parents' study when she was a child. The further she ends up on the room, exploring it out of her own curiosity, the stranger it seems.]
But rooms like this aren't intended for someone who never stays at home. And balconies. Balconies are nice, they remind her of her parents' study when she was a child. The further she ends up on the room, exploring it out of her own curiosity, the stranger it seems.]
RED? MAYBE PURPLE/CRIMSON/BLACK idk flings body into the wind
voilence
- 2012-09-20 22:54 (UTC) - Expand[-- Any of the above works perfectly fine. :D --]
[Vaati had an annoyed expression as he watched the boy in front of him. That he dared to restrain him like this. He had tried to fight back when he started, but his magic didn't want to work in this place.]
How dare you treat me like this, boy?
[His voice was a growl as he went on with staring at the blond one.]
How dare you treat me like this, boy?
[His voice was a growl as he went on with staring at the blond one.]
[Jeile wasn't sure what was going on. He had been asked to chose a door and then he had been left in the long corridor. He didn't even knew the face of the one that had talked to him. He had also tried to get out of the corridor, but that was impossible. When he got to one point of it he was just brought back to the first door. Seeing that he had no choice he walked up to the pearl colored one and stepped inside.]
What is going on here?
[His face was red as he eyed all of the toys and he hurried to leave, but the door was gone.]
What is going on here?
[His face was red as he eyed all of the toys and he hurried to leave, but the door was gone.]
Edited 2012-09-20 23:11 (UTC)
16 > 2 & 14 if you're good with that... and I'm not too late :x
notlikeanyone
2012-09-25 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
What had started out as a routine enough recon mission had quickly turned into something a lot... weirder. It had seemed easy enough, just check out the set up at a new hotel that was creating a lot of buzz but was going distinctly unadvertised aside from word on the street - no billboards, no television spots, no glossy magazine spreads, even. Tim had figured it was just the latest attmept to cash in on people's craving for something with an air of being underground and exclusive, but it was always best to be safe - it was possible that the hotel was a front for something else, a new drug ring or legitimately underground deals. Still, he'd estimated that it would only take him an hour, maybe two, to scope the place out and either report back with the all clear, or deal with whatever dirty secrets the hotel was hiding.
It had even been living up to expectations, the staff deliberately avant garde and the decor ecclectic, but then - somehow, he's taken a wrong turn. The long red corridor was way too long, the doors appearing different from the others in the hotel he'd seen, even the atmosphere suddenly feeling different, with no staff to be seen. Every door he tries is locked, not that that's too surprising in and of itself, really.
He's just starting to wonder if he wandered into the dimension of the really damn long corridor when one door finally opens, and he steps inside too quickly, the door closing behind him as it slips from his hand. He's walked into... something, alright. The walls are black with a textured pattern and pearl inlays, even the bed and... furnishings... keep up the colour palette, but there are some more colourful objects all around. It's mostly his detective instincts that prompt him to explore, though the wide variety of toys on display has his face burning - and that might be how he ends up stumbling into, and getting thoroughly tangled up in, some silken shibari rope - though he'd swear it has a mind of its own.
Apparently, once a Robin, always vulnerable to getting tied up.
It had even been living up to expectations, the staff deliberately avant garde and the decor ecclectic, but then - somehow, he's taken a wrong turn. The long red corridor was way too long, the doors appearing different from the others in the hotel he'd seen, even the atmosphere suddenly feeling different, with no staff to be seen. Every door he tries is locked, not that that's too surprising in and of itself, really.
He's just starting to wonder if he wandered into the dimension of the really damn long corridor when one door finally opens, and he steps inside too quickly, the door closing behind him as it slips from his hand. He's walked into... something, alright. The walls are black with a textured pattern and pearl inlays, even the bed and... furnishings... keep up the colour palette, but there are some more colourful objects all around. It's mostly his detective instincts that prompt him to explore, though the wide variety of toys on display has his face burning - and that might be how he ends up stumbling into, and getting thoroughly tangled up in, some silken shibari rope - though he'd swear it has a mind of its own.
Apparently, once a Robin, always vulnerable to getting tied up.
[Please no pink, orange, or red. Any other kink goes except for anal, piercing, or bathroom stuff.]
[Please no pink, orange, or red. Any other kink goes except for anal, piercing, or bathroom stuff.]
[The room here is yellow, but probably not for much longer: she has a lace blindfold in hand and she's readying to put it on.]
Yay! Also pardon if this seems clumsy. I have NO idea what I'm doing.
bad_supper
- 2012-09-21 05:09 (UTC) - Expand[Please no pink, orange, or red. Any other kink goes except for anal, piercing, or bathroom stuff.]
[ This room looked interesting enough, and they're no strangers to this sort of thing in the first place -- it'll be good. They've settled into their roles easily enough, with Ghoul settled in the throne-like chair at the end of the room, Galen standing in front of him, shirtless. ]
Kneel. [ Ghoul commands. It's drawled, lazy, as he sprawls out in the chair, resting his chin in his palm. ]
Kneel. [ Ghoul commands. It's drawled, lazy, as he sprawls out in the chair, resting his chin in his palm. ]
[No 5, 6, 7, 10, or 15 please. Also, can be aged up, if you want.]
Edited 2012-09-21 05:02 (UTC)
Are you really sure about this?
[It had to be at least the fifth time Rihan asked the same question. A tattoo was a bit permanent after all. He should know about that considering the tattoos on his own back.]
[It had to be at least the fifth time Rihan asked the same question. A tattoo was a bit permanent after all. He should know about that considering the tattoos on his own back.]
[OOC: No pink, orange, or yellow, please.]
[It was wonderful really to have the other do exactly what he wished for. Shadow was smirking at Tsuna that was down by his feet, big eyes looking up at him.]
Ultra Magnus | Transformers: More Than Meets the Eye | OTA
thehardway
2012-09-21 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[LET ME RUIN YOUR CHILDHOOD. FOREVER.]
[m a y b e...this wasn't such a good idea. but it sure as hell is an /idea/, with Ultra Magnus tied back on the berth, barely able to even /move/. it's a heady sense of power, having so /much/ control, but Fortress Maximus is certainly taking advantage of it. one hand's propping himself up, but the other's wandering over the other mech's frame. lazily so, utterly unhurried...
...much like his mouth, pressed to Magnus' own. it's been a long, long time since he's done something like this, and by the low rumble of his engine, he...seems to be enjoying it.]
...much like his mouth, pressed to Magnus' own. it's been a long, long time since he's done something like this, and by the low rumble of his engine, he...seems to be enjoying it.]
Edited 2012-09-21 02:13 (UTC)
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