The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
(Note: All threads are in the order started. Also, threads marked with an asterisks [*] are completed threads.)
2011
The Corner Cafe * - Waking up after a nap in the back of a cafe, Rhythm goes after a cute girl into a war zone in The Corner Cafe. Why? Because she's cute. And the seven foot tall metal mutant with three tails (all tri spiked) needed to be stopped from hurting more people. (Andrew Leroy, Lydia Renard, Rhythm)
You should see the other guy... * - The fight with the metal mutant over, Rhythm is transported back to Xavier's School...more specifically the infirmary, where Rhythm is introduced to DocProf, as well as the people the unintentionally helped from the threat at the Corner Cafe. (Andrew Leroy, Lydia Renard, Rhythm)
20+ Questions * - It's not all fun and games...well, ever. And now the harder part gets here as Rhythm actually has to answer questions from a cop that she's only ever seen in a Santa Claus costume. Great. (Andrew Leroy, Lydia Renard, Jorge Cervantes, Rhythm)
Rule #1: Don't pickpocket psychos. * - Hunger drives people to do crazy things, and Rhythm is pretty damn hungry. Too bad the person she decided to pickpocket has no qualms with murdering her on the spot for it. (Isabel Duskmoor, Rhythm)
Mugging in Penn Station[/u] - While contemplating her next move, Ashley sees a mugging take place and feels her body react before her mind has time to catch up. And what's the reward for her good deed? Getting blinded by the very person she was trying to help. Good times. (Cree Mendez, Aura, Rhythm)
Cheery Cheeks * - Let's just call this one a...surprise run in. Just another one for Ashley to chalk up to her Fate-O-Meter when she meets a beautiful human girl.(Bentley Mae, Rhythm)
Accidental Potseluy * - All she wanted was a trenchcoat and a cell phone. But with a lack of money something like that is usually hard to do, unless you're Rhythm, who steals things on a regular basis. But this time, things went just a tad bit wrong, and a trip to the Isis Clinic became a necessity. Being stabbed is never fun, though some would just call it karma.(Muse, Rhythm)
Questions from a Letter * - Kidnapped...really? Why? She was homeless and fairly useless to anyone. And yet here she was, tied to a chair with someone who would really seemed to enjoy her work. A lot. (Cosmina, Rhythm)
Can't Be Happening! - Must she always play the heroine? Rhythm would sigh and roll her eyes, but she actually likes the person she's helping. It helps when the past couple of weeks have made you really, REALLY angry and you need a random mugger to take it out on. (Bentley Mae, Rhythm)
Rhythm & Blues - Nice day, nice breeze, nice...everything. Rhythm can't help but make music, and so after stealing a guitar (those things are expensive!) she goes to Central Park to finally have some time to relax, just her and the music. At the moment, life was good...for once. (Kealey Quinn, Rhythm)
Diving In - She's been getting these impulses, and Rhythm doesn’t know why. But all she knows that she wants to impress a girl she likes, and the only way she's gonna do that is by getting a really cool motorcycle. They make people impressed, right? Right? (Geo, Cree Mendez, Rhythm)
Ow. My pride. * - Things just can't stay, you know...good. The sudden pain and agony Ashley finds herself in decides for her that a trip to the Mansion infirmary is needed, and she has no say in the matter. Luckily they know here there, so this little problem can be all mopped up in a few minutes...well, more or less. (Andrew Leroy, Rhythm)
Rule #2: Don't grope werewolves. - A small, uneventful trip was suppose to be just that; uneventful. But someone must have wanted her to be in pain, because groping werewolves is never a good thing, accidentally or not. (Emerald, Rhythm)
Bookstores attract strange people. - All she needed was a present of some sort. And she was even going to legally purchase it!! But what to get a ballerina at a bookstore? She pondered this question as she browsed the isles, fully aware that she could barley read any of it. But it was for Bentley, so...she would endure. And maybe, along the way...encounter someone strange. It was a bookstore, after all. (Charlie Fletcher, Rhythm)
The Closet * - Her usual haunt to play her guitar; The Closet. Ever since taking the instrument up again she's only been encouraged to expand her talent. And at The Closet, she found an audience that was willing to listen and people that were willing to help that talent grow. And, perhaps, help others that needed help... (Agnes Nicholas, Rhythm)
Rule #3: Run while you still can. - Depressed and alone, the poor guitarist only wants to drown herself in pity and ice cream. Unfortunately, the very woman who started all her emotional problems has no qualms with adding more on the pile...and Rhythm has no qualms letting her. (Isabel Duskmoor, Rhythm)
Lost and More Lost - A sense of failure, a sense of loss. Rhythm runs for her life and her freedom, and in the end will more likely then not lose both. With nothing to lose, she runs to tell the one person in her life that she loves her...and fails to do that too. (Mirror, Rhythm)
For Her Ladybug...The World. * - For that right someone in their lives, a person will go through hell and give up anything. For Rhythm, the choice between infamy and more money then she could ever imagine and the woman that's consumed her thoughts...was actually pretty easy. (Jorge Cervantes, Rhythm)
How A Ladybug Finds Her Rhythm* - She wanted nothing more in this world then to catch Agnes and hold her. The hidden ache in her body wouldn't let her forget it either, and Ashley decided that maybe, just for today, she'd play a slave to her emotions and capture her Ladybug. (Agnes Nicholas, Rhythm)
Colorful Quest - Never a bad day to relax, especially if you were free when you thought for SURE you were going to the big house. But Rhythm is learning the lesson of appreciating the finer things, and those finer things come in small packages, like laying on the grass on a hot summer day. To bad that even on days like this people still feel the need to do evil things. Too bad for them, Rhythm's there to smash evil's face in...so to speak. (Celeste Manfrella, Amber Thirsis, Rhythm)
Greenwich Village Street Fair - Never a bad time for food, fun and accidentally pickpocketing random strangers. No, really...what the hell was wrong with her fingers?! (Phoenix, Rhythm)
>>"Yeah, just a sec. And no, I have no idea where to go. I was hoping you'd know."
Ashley thought for a moment at Charlie's request, trying to come up with a descent spot to go. There wasn't many places she knew of, not really, and usually stuck with her own route when going places. Shopping for food, music, clothes...either she went to where she had grown comfortable with (stealing or otherwise) or she merely followed Bentley around. The redhead realized that maybe she should get out more for just such occasions. Although Ashley knew she really couldn’t blame herself, never really having entertained someone before...
>>"Uh, Rhythm? What the hell do I do?"
The guitarist perked up a moment, looking to where Charlie stood before to over her shoulder where the brunette was now. She gave a small smile and a mock exasperated sigh before she sat up again, reaching backwards and pulling Charlie's arms around her. She sighed at the warmth that spread inside of her, taking only a moment to bask in it before giving the bookworm's arm a squeeze. She firmly held Charlie's arms around her before talking over her shoulder again.
“Hold. Tight.” she said. “Two places. To go, I mean. Mansion, for mutants. Like us. Or, club. I play there. Guitar. Your choice.”
In truth it really didn't matter where they went, but she would have liked to go to the Mansion for several reasons. One, she hadn't played at The Closet in awhile, and going there would mean swinging by the apartment to pick up her guitar. She didn’t wanna risk bumping into Bentley at the moment, simply because she didn't feel she had an adequate enough present yet.
“Second thought...” Ashley trailed off, revving her bike a bit and letting a small purr escape her lips. “Mansion. Better. For now. You like, promise.”
Plus, if all went well, Ashley could show Charlie what she did there...namely, eat their food and beat up Andrew.
Ashley nodded absentmindedly as she stuffed the book she purchased underneath the seat and shut it again before mounting her motorcycle and turning her on, a serene look passing her face as she felt her motorcycle purr beneath her. It was truly one of her better “acquisitions”, and she didn't regret how she came to acquiring it one bit. She was more comfortable out here now, in her element and away from things she couldn't comprehend or read.
She took a moment to shake her hair out before taking a binder that was wrapped around her wrist and pulling her hair into a ponytail. With an expert twist it as up and she leaned forward some as she revved her 'other girlfriend' (as she liked to call it) a bit before looking back to Charlie, raising her eyebrows a bit in a questioning manner. The olive skinned woman was just standing there a bit, a slightly far off look on her face. Ashley sat up, crossing her arms across her rather ample chest and giving a huff.
“Charlie.” she breathed, not really paying attention that the way she said the woman's name could be considered inappropriate considering they just met. “Coming? You have place in mind? Destination?”
Well...this was odd. In truth Ashley didn't know what to do. After Agnes her mind was filled with morbid thoughts, the least being what she was going to tell Bentley about her encounter with her fellow mutant. Now she was being thrown for a loop because, by fate or whatever force decided it had to play more jokes in Ashley's life, she was now faced with the woman that hard started it all for the redhead. Isabel was just within arm's reach, and Ashley would be damned if she was going to let it go.
She lanced out her hand, grabbing Isabel by the arm to pull her back. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, considering how they first met and Ashley knew all to well how well the woman fought...well, how well she used her mutant power anyways. But Ashley was bordering desperation for some form of acceptance. In the back of her mind she knew that seeing Agnes again would be a disaster, and she wasn't looking forward to seeing Bentley either. And Isabel...well, maybe this would be the final straw? A trio of rejections. Agnes, Bentley, Isabel...how the hell did she get into this mess anyways?!
“Ummm...ice cream?” Upon turning the busty bonemancer around, Ashley held up her ice cream, her mind devising the plan and basing the outcome on that no on could resist a treat as tasty as ice cream. “I mean...uhhh...” Ashley blinked a moment, noticing that the flaw in her plan would be that maybe Isabel wouldn't want some of the ice cream she was already eating. “Get some? With me?”
Ashley then did something she didn't normally do; she pouted. Her eyes grew wide and her lip jutted out a bit, quivering. She didn't mean to do it, not really, and it's one of the reasons Bentley pushed her buttons and teased her a lot – just to see the Puppy Dog Pout. She said that if Ashley ever mastered it, there wasn't a persona live that could resist her request. But at the moment, all Ashley wanted was Isabel's company, maybe someone to talk to. She knew she wasn't all that skilled in the art of conversation, and she really didn't know what to say...but what choice did she have?
To say Ashley's face burned with embarrassment would have been an understatement. She could feel Charlie's eyes on her when she paid for the book, and could almost feel the judgment on her back before she began to walk away after making her purchase. She simply stuffed the change into her pocket and walked away a few steps before looking back, envying how easy it was for Charlie to make her own purchase. The tomboy huffed and began to walk away when Charlie's musical voice rang out again.
>>"You don't mind if I stick around with you some? I'm avoiding returning home to an essay."
“Ummm...no.” Ashley blurted out, feeling even stupider then before as she walked out the bookstore, feeling the presence of Charlie behind her. “You, uhhh...going anywhere? Got ride.”
Ashley stopped a moment, swallowing hard as she looked at her bike and then to Charlie. Okay, she supposed she could let someone else ride on her bike that wasn't Bentley. Charlie didn't seem to into her in such a manner anyways. Though Ashley did take a moment to think about why her attraction to women only extended to some of them and not others. Charlie was attractive enough, and she had amazing legs. Why not her?
She shook her head before taking the helmet that was hanging off the handlebars and held it out to Charlie. “Here.” she said shortly. “Take. Ride wherever. Idea of where?”
The girl's sharp bark of laughter surprised Ashley, enough the point where she jumped a bit when she heard it. But it eventually evened out, and it was then that Ashley noticed this woman had a tail. Okay...that was something she'd deal with as it came. Not everyday you saw a tail on an attractive woman, but...that was cool. Tail. Got it.
>>“The name's Emerald, nice to meet ya. Soft? Really? The only person that has ever called me soft was my little sister. Most people think I am a damn terrifying monster, but I guess this is an all right change of pace. Though, if you tell anyone else I'm soft I doubt they will believe you.”
Monster? Ashley took a moment to really look at the woman she was speaking with and...well, she couldn't find anything that would indicate such a thing just by looking at her. Maybe her actions, yeah, and while Ashley felt she may have deserved the hit, that didn't mean Emerald knew of Ashley's despite to...grope this woman in any way, and therefore could have all been chalked up to an accident. Instead, Emerald had taken an extreme route, but...well, Ashley might have done the same thing, right?
She doubted it. But for some reasons he felt like making excuses for the owner of such a pretty tail.
“Dun think yer monster...” Ashley mumbled under her breath a bit, as if saying it would make the blush on her face more intense. “Helped me, after. That's nice.”
She tried not to think of the tail and how much it fascinated her, but the thoughts were a bit overwhelming. For one, she wondered how a woman would even get a tail and what such a power would entail (ha!). The silence between them continued, a little less awkward but still tense enough to let Ashley know that maybe she should either leave or get the conversation going again to some degree.
“Ummm...” Ashley stumbled a bit, and her brain defaulted on this, as her brain was wont to do, and said the first thing that came to mind. “Can I...touch tail?”
Oh. Brilliant. She's probably never heard that before.
Among other things. Ashley didn't go home after Agnes had fled her, and instead decided that riding her bike around was the best way to clear her mind. It helped, if only to alleviate the pounding migraine she was experiencing. Her whole body was still hot and she felt like she was drowning in emotion. Her mouth was dry and, even as she sat there, leaning on her bike (which was pretty damn sturdy, she'd give it that) the guitarist felt like screaming. Something inside of her begged for release and she didn't know what to give it go make it go away.
Knees pulled up and elbows resting on them, Ashley could do nothing but wait for the feeling to pass. Sweat beaded up on her forehead and rolled down her neck and nose, dripping onto the concrete she was sitting on. Her racing heart eventually slowed, her pulse calmed and her breathing evened out...hours after Agnes left. She wasn't an expert on the body of human or otherwise, but she was fairly certain that her body taking it's sweet ass time to calm down after her encounter with Agnes wasn't normal.
It was the eventual sound of a couple of coins hitting the concrete that made Ashley perk up a bit, breaking her concentration on her own pity. She saw more then several coins sitting there, along with a few dollar bills and even a ten, just laying there. She looked up, seeing the sympathetic look some of the passing people were giving her, and gave a small frown. It was like her homeless days all over again. Everyone just assumed she was a streetrat. Great. Well, whatever. She wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, whatever that meant, and she scooped up the money into a hand and clutched it hard.
She stood up then and looked around for her helmet, only to realize that Agnes had taken it...probably on accident, as even Ashley didn't notice it was gone. A shrug and a huge stretch later, the guitarist was scratching the side of her neck and she saw that she was parked in front of a ice cream store. She cocked her head before looking at her surroundings again, realizing that she was in the vicinity of The Sanctuary. Well...that was odd. She didn't think she'd end up here, but the tomboy really wasn't paying any attention.
She stepped inside the rather busy shop and waited her turn, keeping the ten someone had dropped (probably accidentally) for her in her hand tightly. She ordered just plain vanilla, the redhead knowing that anything fancier would probably just make her wanna throw the ice cream out. She didn't know how or why shew knew that, but she did. The cup they handed her was huge, but the cost was cheap and, flashing a bright smile to the teenager behind the counter, Ashley left the store and went outside, sitting on her Ducati and pondering what to do.
“Hey, you shouldn't sit on other people's shit.” came a rough voice, and Ashley looked up to see a group of teenagers, about the same age of the kid behind the counter, all staring at her. Ashley knitted her eyebrows, shooting her patented 'Death Glare' in their direction, daring them to say more. Unfortunately, one of them had the cajones to stand up and point at the bike. “That's a Ducati, you know. Can't just sit on it like you own it.”
The redhead stared for a moment before reaching into her pocket and pulling put the key to the bike. She turned it on, the bike purring to life before Ashley looked back expectantly. The little boy's eyes widened before taking a step forward, bending down to a single knee as he examined the motorcycle like it was the greatest thing he'd ever seen in his life. All the time he was spewing facts and numbers about the bike, and Ashley could only look on in amusement before looking to the kid's friends, all whom were rolling their eyes.
“Wow...sorry chick.” The boy stood up and held out a hand, which Ashley shook firmly and briefly before she returned to her huge bowl of ice cream. “I mean...wow. I never thought I'd see such a sweet ride. Name's Ryder. Ryder Lee.”
“Thanks.” Ashley returned, her eyes never leaving her mound of ice cream. “I like it. I'm Rhythm.”
“Like it? You should LOVE it!!” Ryder exclaimed, hearts in his eyes as he ogled he bike. “And Rhythm, huh? Racing name? No, wait...you're the chick that plays at The Closet!!”
Instantly the group of people he had parted from stopped their conversation before all getting up and rushing to Ashley, complimenting her and...well, Ashley held up her ice cream to prevent it from falling over. The only thing that stopped them was Ryder's roar, which made them all look at him like he was a crazy person, and the boy just crossed his arms.
“Seriously? Act right guy, geez.” He frowned, and his friends immediately backed off, but still stayed close. Ryder gave Ashley an apologetic look. “We dig your music. It's cool. And the bike...man!! You sign a deal or something? Musta cost a fortune!!'
“Deal?” Ashley repeated, a confused look on her face that made one of the females in the crowd of Ryder's friends squeal. “No deals. Just...got it. Present.”
“You got some generous friends then.” Ryder nodded. “Well...don't wanna crowd you. But listen; you ever need someone to take a look at that bike, I'm your guy. Here, I'll write down my number.”
A moment later and the redhead took Ryder's number, looking it then at him before nodding. A brief wave later and the crowd was gone, and Ashley could breath again. For one, there were a few girls in that crowd that were...appealing to Ashley, and their presence was making it hard for Ashley to concentrate on NOT thinking about Agnes. Not that they looked like her or anything, but the overwhelming sexiness they were displaying was making Ashley hot all over again, and such a state made her think of Agnes all over.
The thoughts sent Ashley back into her depressed state, and the eating of her ice cream slowed. She was taking her time, though, so it didn't matter. In fact, she was thinking of going back in and getting another bowl, this time strawberry. That didn't make her eat any faster though, so when she was done with her current bowl she tossed it into the wastebasket and crossed her arms, still leaning on her Ducat, arms crossed. Bentley had told her that eating slowly was fine now, since she wasn't homeless and no one was going to take her food.
Not homeless. Ashley hoped it would remain that way, one way or another.
A half hour later and a whirlwind of thoughts (and a half empty strawberry ice cream bowl) later, red redhead reminded herself that yeah, life sucks and for her would probably continue to suck. But this situation wasn't the worst, and although her body still felt hot, still wanted something Ashley didn't know what to give and she was panting at the sight of anything wearing a short skirt or tight pants, life was about as good as it was going to get. So, another strawberry ice cream it was!! Well...a refill maybe...
She stood, stretched, and took a step forward, not noticing the woman she crashed into. But the guitarist was a solid person in her stance and barley flinched, merely taking a step back as she looked at the person she crashed into.
Ashley was stunned, unable to speak as Agnes pulled away and eventually got off the motorcycle. She wanted to reach out, wanted to touch Agnes again but somehow found herself unable to. In fact, Ashley found herself unable to do much of anything. Sure, she felt what she could only assume were scars, something she wanted to explore a bit more because...well, scars were hot. Bentley didn't have any that she knew of, but Agnes...
“Agnes...” Ashley breathed, her deeper voice sounding husky with desire as she too got off the motorcycle and finally took a step forward, wanting to do something to help the situation. “Please...talk? To me?”
Ashley took a moment to brush her windswept hair behind her ears, as a few strands had gotten away from her ponytail prison as they had rode to The Mansion. She just didn't know what to do with herself, wanting more then anything to get back in their passionate embrace, back to how they were before...before what though? Ashley struggled to figure out what she did wrong but came up empty. For the moment she didn't care. She just wanted to convince Agnes that it was okay...
“Ummm...” Ashley hummed, looking at a loss for wards as she opened her mouth to say something, then closed it before slumping, her shoulder sagging a bit as her body, so full of adrenaline and desire, seemed to burn out for the moment. “Just...stay? With me? We can...ride? Around?”
It was a lame suggestion, but Ashley knew they could ride along the city, take in a few site and calm down from their newly discovered feelings. Ashley also battled against her raging hormones as well, knowing somehow she'd have to explain this to Bentley and hope the little ballerina didn't kick her out or, worse yet, break up with her. Ashley knew Bentley was good for her, but she couldn't deny what she felt at the moment. She couldn't help but want to hold this little mutant in her arms. It only felt natural...
“Agnes...” Ashley repeated, her husky voice sounding desperate. “Please...”
>>“Y-Yeah. I’m…a mutant. But…so are you? I…I would have never had guessed.”
“Yes.” was all Ashley managed to let out as she watched the girl pull off the helmet Ashley had given her. The tomboy knew she didn't like speaking often because she was afraid she'd sound stupid and she hated the feeling of being ridiculed and stared at. But now she wanted to say something, anything, to the girl behind her, and this was only a glimpse of what she was seeing. She went stiff for a moment, her body responding to Agnes' touch a bit stronger, her face looking straight as she closed her eyes, her body so rigid one moment and putty in the girl's hands the next.
>>”T-Thank you. You…you didn’t have to drive me home…but thank you.”
Skillfully, and without knowing how later on when she thought about it, Ashley put the kickstand to the bike down and turned her whole body in place, a maneuver that would have impressed most since she had a passenger. Granted one leg was still between them, but Ashley was flexible and eventually she sat facing Agnes, her gray eyes smoldering a cloudy color, as if a storm were brewing in them that was begging for release. She reached under Agnes' legs and pulled the girl in as close as possible so Agnes was no straddling Ashley.
It was at that moment that Ashley figured out she didn't know that to do. The smaller girl was on her, her legs clinging to Ashley in a way that made the guitarists body scream with desire. Her mouth was dry and she knew without really knowing that she was sweating a bit. The piercing blue eyes that adorned Agnes' perfect face finally gave Ashley all the answers she needed to know as she reached up, one hand behind the girl's head and another around the waist as she pulled the little mutant even close into a searing kiss that actually made Ashley reach her peak right there it was so intense.
Her body shuddered only slightly as the guitarists experienced that first sensation thanks to this small little mutant girl and was instantly addicted. She had never experienced anything so fine, so soft and tender as the kiss Agnes was providing her. Granted she didn't have much experience in the matter, but that was besides the point. Her mind was a torrent of activity, wondering why or even HOW she could have possibly ever waited so long to experience something like this. It was so...good. Felt so nice...and Ashley wanted more.
When she pulled away, Ashley leaned forward another time, kissing the neck of the smaller mutant and took a little nip without really knowing why. “Y-your place?” she said huskily, her voice barley audible as she rested her head on Agnes' shoulder. “...please?” she added, her tone as begging as Ashley had ever heard it before.
I'm not leaving. But all new threads will be stopped by unless they effect that characters story. I will finish all threads I have open and will check back regularly for any new ones that have popped up that are still in progress.
I hate to do this, but MRO has a bittersweet memory for me now, and to avoid all the suicidal tendancids I have regarding my life at the moment, I'm taking a step back. I don't know where ill be even next week, so posts are gonna be slow. I can't seem to trust anyone in my life, so I guess this is gonna be goodbye for now.
I won't be on cbox. Ill harldy be on AIM or anything else. But ill still be around to write. That, at least, is one thing I can focus on as my life falls apart around me.
Anyone that needs new threads to further their characters (agnes, bentley) just pm me. Otherwise...I'm out.
I love you MRO. I do. But please allow me to take this step back to pick up the pieces of my life. Id appreciate it.
