The Great Forumshire Story
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halfwise
Ally
Tinuviel
chris63
Orwell
RA
Mrs Figg
Amarië
azriel
CC12 35
Norc
Eldorion
Pettytyrant101
Lancebloke
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Re: The Great Forumshire Story
Imafieldagentinsouthamericathatissocooooool!!!!
Heehee, and you live in a tower. Eldorion! Eldorion! Let down your hair!
Norc wrote:your long luxurious hair...
Eldorion wrote:It is quite magnificent.
Heehee, and you live in a tower. Eldorion! Eldorion! Let down your hair!
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One does not simply woke into Mordor.
-Mrs Figg
"Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth."
-Marcus Aurelius
#amarieco
One does not simply woke into Mordor.
-Mrs Figg
"Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth."
-Marcus Aurelius
#amarieco
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Re: The Great Forumshire Story
#amarieinsouthamerica #deserves #its #own #story #lance
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Agent Figg slid her hand inside the long slit in her ankle length, red dress and reached upward toward her thigh. A thin band of material circled her toned, olive leg. Attached were several thin blades, no more than a few inches long and a centimeter wide.
Although the blades were secure, the small metallic shafts dig in to her silky skin. After a slight adjustment, she leant back in her chair and surveyed the area. From the deck of the yacht on which she now found herself, the panorama of Monte Carlo opened up. The twinkling lights of hotels, casinos and apartments rose from the harbour until meeting the trees and rocks of the encircling mountains.
‘What are you doing here Figg?’
‘I heard you had chartered the yacht and I thought we needed to talk.’
‘What is there left to talk about?’
The top deck of the yacht was a vast open air sitting area with several long, white loungers that were usually full of barely clothed women. Figg’s elegant dress couldn’t have been provided a more different picture.
‘I wanted you to know I hunted down the Frenchman. I was never with him, I didn’t betray you Tyrant.’
‘You hunted him down?’ he said, moving across the deck to one of the loungers. He was dressed in a crisp, black Versace suit. A plume of smoke circled in the air as he puffed on the large Cuban cigar hanging from his lip. ‘You, hunted him down?’
Technically, Agent Nora had tracked the Frenchman since he had made his escape in to France and beyond. But as far as Tyrant was concerned, Figg was a siren that worked alone. She didn’t hunt; she seduced and then struck when her enemy was at their weakest. Exactly as she had done to him.
‘Is that hard to believe? His body is at the bottom of a ravine in the Swiss Alps if you want to go check.’
‘And let me guess, he took my possessions with him.’
For the first time, he looked directly at her. His cold, hard eyes fixed on her face. Most people would normally crack at that gaze, but not Figg.
‘I risked my life for that box and I don’t even know what is in there. What was so important that it made you walk away? I thought I knew all of your secrets.’
Tyrant didn’t answer immediately. Instead his gaze briefly broke.
‘Ah, Miss Figg isn’t it?’
A new, female voice appeared behind them. Figg turned her head toward the small spiral staircase at the rear of the deck that descended to the lower levels of the yacht.
‘And you are?’
‘That depends on who I want to be. For now, you can call me CC.’
CC moved toward them, the heels of her knee high, black, leather boots thudding on the wooden floor with each step. Tight, black, leather shorts and black vest complemented by a short black, bobbed hair and multiple tattoos completed the look. She sat herself down on the arm of Tyrants chair.
‘Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of her,’ said Tyrant. Since CC had spoken, his cold look had returned.
‘You know what, I think we are done.’
Figg got out of her chair and headed for the stairs. Something about this CC made her very nervous. Tyrant she knew. As much as he could rip the beating heart from a person, she knew when and why he would. CC seemed like she was on the edge, as if she could explode at any moment.
‘I never figured you as someone to give up and run,’ said CC, with a wry smile.
‘Maybe next time we can finish our conversation Tyrant,’ said Figg as she carried on walking.
‘Maybe next time you and I can twist our tongues instead,’ replied CC, standing up.
Figg moved her hand to her thigh, however CC stayed where she stood.
She made her way across the bridge and back on to the marina, the countless yachts bobbing up and down around her. She would have to come back another time when Tyrant was on his own. He had already shown he still had a weakness for her, but CC threw in something new. Eldorion would have some more research to do to find out who she was and why she was there.
Although the blades were secure, the small metallic shafts dig in to her silky skin. After a slight adjustment, she leant back in her chair and surveyed the area. From the deck of the yacht on which she now found herself, the panorama of Monte Carlo opened up. The twinkling lights of hotels, casinos and apartments rose from the harbour until meeting the trees and rocks of the encircling mountains.
‘What are you doing here Figg?’
‘I heard you had chartered the yacht and I thought we needed to talk.’
‘What is there left to talk about?’
The top deck of the yacht was a vast open air sitting area with several long, white loungers that were usually full of barely clothed women. Figg’s elegant dress couldn’t have been provided a more different picture.
‘I wanted you to know I hunted down the Frenchman. I was never with him, I didn’t betray you Tyrant.’
‘You hunted him down?’ he said, moving across the deck to one of the loungers. He was dressed in a crisp, black Versace suit. A plume of smoke circled in the air as he puffed on the large Cuban cigar hanging from his lip. ‘You, hunted him down?’
Technically, Agent Nora had tracked the Frenchman since he had made his escape in to France and beyond. But as far as Tyrant was concerned, Figg was a siren that worked alone. She didn’t hunt; she seduced and then struck when her enemy was at their weakest. Exactly as she had done to him.
‘Is that hard to believe? His body is at the bottom of a ravine in the Swiss Alps if you want to go check.’
‘And let me guess, he took my possessions with him.’
For the first time, he looked directly at her. His cold, hard eyes fixed on her face. Most people would normally crack at that gaze, but not Figg.
‘I risked my life for that box and I don’t even know what is in there. What was so important that it made you walk away? I thought I knew all of your secrets.’
Tyrant didn’t answer immediately. Instead his gaze briefly broke.
‘Ah, Miss Figg isn’t it?’
A new, female voice appeared behind them. Figg turned her head toward the small spiral staircase at the rear of the deck that descended to the lower levels of the yacht.
‘And you are?’
‘That depends on who I want to be. For now, you can call me CC.’
CC moved toward them, the heels of her knee high, black, leather boots thudding on the wooden floor with each step. Tight, black, leather shorts and black vest complemented by a short black, bobbed hair and multiple tattoos completed the look. She sat herself down on the arm of Tyrants chair.
‘Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of her,’ said Tyrant. Since CC had spoken, his cold look had returned.
‘You know what, I think we are done.’
Figg got out of her chair and headed for the stairs. Something about this CC made her very nervous. Tyrant she knew. As much as he could rip the beating heart from a person, she knew when and why he would. CC seemed like she was on the edge, as if she could explode at any moment.
‘I never figured you as someone to give up and run,’ said CC, with a wry smile.
‘Maybe next time we can finish our conversation Tyrant,’ said Figg as she carried on walking.
‘Maybe next time you and I can twist our tongues instead,’ replied CC, standing up.
Figg moved her hand to her thigh, however CC stayed where she stood.
She made her way across the bridge and back on to the marina, the countless yachts bobbing up and down around her. She would have to come back another time when Tyrant was on his own. He had already shown he still had a weakness for her, but CC threw in something new. Eldorion would have some more research to do to find out who she was and why she was there.
Re: The Great Forumshire Story
This is so much fun ! Its exciting, well written, edgy, Im getting tingles in my tummy ! C,mon Figgy, reak some vengence !
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Yeah, that would be very interesting Norc, your pics are well intuitive!
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Re: The Great Forumshire Story
yay!
but my leg ain't olive its pasty white
''His cold, hard eyes fixed on her face. Most people would normally crack at that gaze, but not Figg''
but my leg ain't olive its pasty white
''His cold, hard eyes fixed on her face. Most people would normally crack at that gaze, but not Figg''
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Figg - stop it! You told me you wanted to be a bond girl and now you are! You just got a tan on your travels.
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uh ok although I dont tan I go pink like a piggy.
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Amarië wrote:Heehee, and you live in a tower. Eldorion! Eldorion! Let down your hair!
I'm still waiting for a princess to come and rescue me.
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I think I like where this story is going. And I'm glad to see CC making another appearance in Forumshire fiction!
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I really am a Bond Girl, although I walk out of the sea with a Burkini
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Lancebloke wrote:I am trying to keep some semblance of peoples character in there.
I've killed Peruvians?
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Mrs Figg wrote:I really am a Bond Girl, although I walk out of the sea with a Burkini
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Eldorion wrote:Amarië wrote:Heehee, and you live in a tower. Eldorion! Eldorion! Let down your hair!
I'm still waiting for a princess to come and rescue me.
Bet you'll start crying and swat at her with your hands 'cause she pulled your hair.
Go on ebay. Buy a ladder and have it delivered. Then become a Wella shampoo hair model.
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One does not simply woke into Mordor.
-Mrs Figg
"Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth."
-Marcus Aurelius
#amarieco
One does not simply woke into Mordor.
-Mrs Figg
"Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth."
-Marcus Aurelius
#amarieco
Amarië- Dark Planet Ambassador
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Re: The Great Forumshire Story
I bought 45 bottles of Disney princess strawberry shampoo, today. Get on my level.
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CC12 35- Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
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Not sure I will get to another chapter today. Only just on train home and have a busy evening!
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my contribution to everything. (i was hoping to do something cooler, but i sat at the ipad and i haven't figured how it all works.. and it's like drawing on glass with a thick finger still prefer pen and paper.. but ofcourse u can make a video on ipad)
also i hope the video is the right way up.. i had some problems..
also i hope the video is the right way up.. i had some problems..
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It's Awesome!
* The story is Awesome.
* Watching Norc draw is Awesome.
* Watching Eldo wonder who stole Norc is Awesome.
Carry one, carry on....
* The story is Awesome.
* Watching Norc draw is Awesome.
* Watching Eldo wonder who stole Norc is Awesome.
Carry one, carry on....
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