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OOC: If you have something to say thats not part of the rp use OOC like I'm doing to tell me whats up. Have fun guys! ^^

It was Monday morning. Lance awoke from a very good dream. He slipped his legs off of the bed and stretched as the sunlight shone through the crack in the curtains to the left of his bed. The sun had just risen above the far horizon as he sat rubbing the sleep from his eyes. After sitting for a while, he stood up and made his way to the bathroom over on the far side of the room, opposite the bed. He turned the nozzle to start the water and began to brush his teeth.

Lookin good. He thought as he examined them after he was finished brushing. The professional Sharpener Lance had been calling on to work on his teeth had done a good job as usual. They looked nice and sharp, and he was proud of them. Placing his toothbrush back on the counter, he made his way over to the window. Lance placed his bathrobe over his shoulders before he opened the curtains to the window. He looked over to his new neighbors house and chuckled. "Welcome neighbor." He mumbled quietly to himself. Returning to the bathroom, he placed the bathrobe on a rack and stepped into the shower, turning on the warm water.

"Welp, here goes the first day... calm your nerves, Lance..." He said as he let the water run down his body. "You'll do fine..."

They finally came for me. Last night. They came into my house and took me away. I was expecting them, and, to be honest, I’m not sure why they didn’t come earlier. But, either way, I still ended up in jail. It’s a lame jail, as I look around, I can’t really see the parts of the jail, but it’s a prison all right. I’m an inmate, and they shaved my hair. Fortunately, they left my fur. Anyway, so I’m walking around the prison, and I’m outside. I see the gate with the barbed wire at the top, but I notice a hole in the side. I look around to make sure nobody’s watching, and then I sneak under the hole. I’m actually outside of the prison now, and I’m surprised that this was so easy. I make it about fifteen feet from the fence when all of a sudden, the prison’s alarm goes off. It’s a really annoying alarm, designed to make sure everyone knows someone is escaping. I start to run, but the guards are all around me. One holds up his ak-47 and points it right at me. He looks, oddly enough, like some kind of terrorist. Before I can wonder, he shoots me, right through the head. I know that’s where I was hit, because I hear the man’s deep voice announce, “Head shot!” I feel myself falling to the ground, almost in slow motion. And then, I hit…

The impact inserted reality back into Jonathan’s head with brutal force. As he lay there on the ground, he blinked, and looked around. He recognized the ceiling of his office above him, and next to him his tipped over chair and the legs to his desk. Jon groggily pulled himself up, and looked at his computer, which he had left on. The screen was one familiar to him. It was the deathcam for the game he had been playing, Counterhit: Source. He must have been just recently killed by a counter-insurgent, because the screen still displayed the message, “J-Mike’s head is now red Jell-O.”

At that moment, Jon realized that his alarm was still ringing, and he shuffled over to it, rubbing his eyes carefully with his paws. He fumbled with the blasted thing for a bit, before relying on simply smashing the thing into his nightstand. It must have either hit the ‘off’ button, the ‘snooze’ button, or simply rattled something loose on the inside, because it stopped its infernal beeping. Jon unplugged it, just to be safe. He then sat down on his bed (his office also served as his bedroom) and continued rubbing his eyes. It seemed he had fallen asleep without first removing his contacts, and now they were rolling around his eyeballs somewhere, causing him no slight discomfort.

Jon sighed, and it turned into a yawn. “This,” he addressed the empty room, “is going to be a long day.”

OOC: Uh-oh, I forgot to set up who Mack worked for... can it be for Lance's boss so we can all eventually meet?

Mack's eyes opened filled with crust from the night's long relaxing sleep. As he got up, his lungs ushered a soft sigh through his throat. He brushed the crust with his sleeve before launching himself from his bed.

"Uhg... what time is it? My alarm didn't go off...," He grunted as his gaze unblurred.

Mack approached his bathroom sink sluggishly, moaning from the tiredness within. His hand picked up his blue mouthwash, unscrewing the top, and putting the tooth cleaning liquid in his mouth. He swished it about for several minutes before spitting out.

About in a half hour he got fully dressed in his jacket and headed out to his Limo for which he drove.

The shower was soothing, and it calmed his nerves. Stepping from his warm shower, he turned the nozzle, stopping the water. Shaking himself off, he dried his wet fur with a towel. He grumbled to himself as not all of the water came off of his fur. To fix this, he stepped into his fur dryer beside the shower and turned it on. The heat coming from it evaporated all of the excess water left in his fur. After the drying, he made straight for his dresser, grabbing a brush and comb.

He slowly and delicately brushed his fur, taking extra care as he moved down to his tail. He loved that tail, he felt it was his best asset and he took extra good care of it.

Mirku opened his eyes. Light was shining through a small opening between two curtains. He dropped his robe and enterd the shower. He washed his hair while listening to the sound of his radio, which is also his alarmclock. In the shower he talked to Uzuhl, the demon inside of him.

'So u'zuhl, what is planned for me today?'
'I'm not a computer Mirku, but you're going to the teaparty of the queen today.'

Mirku didn't really want to be there. But he has to, he always visits people since his parents can't. They are always busy with money and stuff. But Mirku doesn't care, this atleast keeps them from discovering that he had a demon inside of him. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself. he took his toothbrush and brushed his teeth. He styled his hair a little so his red eye was covered.

'I'll have to hide my wings again..don't i?'
'Don't worry Mirku, you'll get used to the feeling.'
U'zuhl isn't someone who is good at comforting people.

Mirku opened his closet and took a dark blue vest, it clearly was a expensive brand, as it was perfectly made to fit. He looked in the shower and sighed.

"That has to do it, let's make breakfast."

OOC: I hope the teaparty thing is okay, let me know if i have to change it.

OOC: ATTENTION! There is a new rule that I had forgotten posted in the signup thread regarding posts per day, make sure you read it!

Edward twisted off the cap to the liter of soda in the fridge, and chugged a large amount of it. "Fricking newbs, no one can excape the gaze of my rifle," He said, holding an immaginary rifle, motioning fireing. He cleared his throut and grabbed his car keys from the bowl he placed his keys and loose change. Pocketing the keys, he grabbed some toast he popped in earlier and wolfed it down. Washing the toast down with some chocolate milk, he locked the front door and hopped in his car.

Moments later he was crusing down the street, headed for his workplace. He drove up to a stoplight and looked around, next to him was a cute little bunny driveing a nice convertible. His tail wagged and his breathing quicked, some of his friends said he had the Cottontail fever[when he was young he chased rabbits, why not as an adult? Also, this is a good word for what fuzzlepup has], they were right. The girl looked over at him and he sheepishly looked away. The bunny chuckled and reved her engine. Was she challangeing him to a race? He reved his engine in response, she looked up at the light, waiting.

The light went green and both cars burned rubber. She had pushed the car too hard in the beginning and Ed had the advantage, he shifted gears and closed in on the next streetlamp. He checked his rearveiw mirror to see where his bunny girl was, but didn't see anything... He looked in front of him and she was already at the light! He pulled up along side her with a confused look on his face. She smiled at him and laughed, she then winked and drove off, headed in the opposite way he was headed. "Aw well..." He said, slowing down his tail and made a right, pulling into the companies parking complex.

He hopped out of his car and clocked in, on time as usual. "Eh, I grab a danish from the break room first..."

After managing to realign his contacts and pull some clothes on (mostly clean), Jon rummaged around in his pantry, and he managed to snag a package of pop-tarts. True, it was already open, but there was still one good pop-tart left. He stuck it in the toaster that had been left out on the counter and quickly grabbed his keys, wallet, and cell phone. It only took him 3 minutes to find them, faster than usual. By the time he was ready to go, so was his pop-tart. He snagged it and stuck it in his mouth as he hurried out the door to his apartment.

Jon’s car waited for him outside, right next to his neighbor’s sports car. Jon tried not to stare at the red shininess as he walked past it to his own dingy green car. Once inside the car, Jon looked in his little mirror to make sure he looked all right. He had to brush some crumbs off his face, but at least his hair was nice and poofy, just the way he liked it.

It only took a few attempts before Jon’s car started up. The aging thing was about as old as he was, and it wouldn’t be long before he would have to give it up for a newer one. As Jon put the thing in reverse and backed out of his parking spot, he simultaneously popped in a CD. A smile came to his face as electro-jazz filled the air with soothing, yet stimulating, tunes. Groovin’ to the beat, Jon shifted into first gear and prepared himself mentally for a day at work.

Mack sat down on the drivers seat, bouncing up and down slightly. He took a deep breath as he put the key in the ignition and turned it.

It's been week's before he's seen his partner, Xavier, whom left for vacation in the islands in the far sea for the year. He handled the contacts while Mack drove around town, usually with Xavier in the front seat giving him directions. Luckily, Xavier set him up a contract for a boss of some business to hold his job.

Mack's stomach grumbled as he passed Lakewood Drive, and he now remembered he forgot to cook up a breakfast. "Meh, too tired... probably would've burned my place down." He grunted under his breath in a grim voice. "Hmm, Pancake Queen sounds like a nice place to get some food. Stupid Arnold's got shut down for a failing health inspection."

Leon didn't seem to remember his dream too well; all he could remember was running errands here and there, and when he was done, the person he was running errands for was shot and dead. Other than that, he woke up with the sun beaming in his eyes; something that he was really tired of.

It was going to be the first day on the job and he only felt the slightest chill or nervousness. He knew that being a Royal Guard was gonna be tough....especially on the rookies. So, noting that his first day may be his worst, he took his time getting into the shower. However, he decided that he would just deal with what's coming. Protecting the Queen was an honor in itself, but he knew that there was a little more to it than that. Standing at attention all day, following the Queen everywhere at any given hour, doing everything that she asks or orders, running small errands for her, and sticking with her all day was something that Leon had to adapt to.

So, as he took his shower, all he said to himself was, "Be cool. You can do this." over and over again. He said this as he was also brushing his hairfurs and tail. But overall, he was always wondering what his older brother, Lance, was up to. Always asking himself, "I wonder how he's doing" or "Where is he going."

After coming out of the bathroom, he looked at his suit of armor hanging on a manequin beside the veiled window and sighed.

"Sure, it's an honor to serve you," he said shaking his head. "But there may be more to it than that, huh?"

After saying that, he took the armor off the manequin and suited himself up to start his day.

As he finished up with his tail, his alarm went off. Chuckling slightly, he pressed the off button on the alarm. It seems I've gotten up a little early... always a plus. He thought as he begun to make himself a small bowl of cerial. It didn't take long for him to finish eating, which gave him even more extra time. Plopping down in front of the television in his living room. He pressed the power button on the remote and turned it on. Instantly he was greeted with a "Good Morning Kyria!" It was the news woman. She was always a cute little thing. A bubbly vixen whom he had known since high school. They had been good friends till college, when she got herself a boyfriend....

Shaking those thoughts from his mind he grabbed his case and headed out the door, making sure to turn off the television. As he jumped into his somewhat fancy Leopard convertable, he spied his new neighbor through her window. Ignoring her he got ready to drive off to work.

Mirku made himself a sandwich while whistling a song he heard on the radio before. He was listening to the information U'zuhl was giving to him about the queen. He just finshed eating when he heard the doorbell. The limousine driver from his parents was standing at the door. Making sure his wings were hidden, he opened the door and greeted the driver, who was named Charles.


Mirku stepped in the llimousine and poored a glass of champagne for himself.
"You think it's wise to drink so early in the morning sir?"
"Don't worry Charles, i don't go down at the first drink."
The limousine started and they were headed for the palace.

(Lance, could you pm me some info. about the palace and the queen?)

*Demacas woke up to a new and empty room. It didn't even have the bed set up yet*

uggghhh It's already time. My first night from home! I guess it wasn't that bad.

*she talks to herself as she heads to the bathroom* I still need to unpack and I have to go to my new job. I don't know if i can do this. Mother never let me go out before now I’m doing all this on my own.

*she turns on the shower waiting for it to get warm* Mother didn't like the fact that I wanted to leave and do things on my own. I have to do this but it's so scary.

*tears start to form around her eyes as she enters the shower. The shower feels Very nice.* muuumm this feels good

*she takes only 20 minutes in the shower washing up before she gets out. She wraps two towels around her for now since all her drying equipment is still packed up.*

Well let’s see if I can find some clothes for work today. *she wonders out into the living room with one towel around her midsection and another around her hair. She finds her boxes of clothing and picks up one that has just what she needs. As she turns around she notices her fatal mistake. She forgot that the living room didn't have any curtains or blinds up yet as she only catches the momentary look from the guy accost the street (lance) that looked at her thru the front window house. Demecas turns beat red and runs from the living room and into her bedroom slamming the door* oh god oh god please don't let him have seen me please god it's going to be weird now living around her now. *her head in her hands as she shakes and cries for about 10 minutes before gathering her self.*

Edward finished off his danish and headed into his office, he had a good veiw of the city from there too, wonderful office, little plant near the large wall sized window, big desk. They even set Edward up with a nice computer two, an Experon 3850 [made it up] with all the bells and whistles... Only the best for the queen's men anyway. The best part was, he kept track off all the computers in the office, made sure no one slacked off, the best part was, he could slack off!

The computer he had was extreamely fast and could handle even the most lag-tastic games with ease. But that was besides the point, he had to get to work...

Lance chuckled when he saw his neighbor run from the living room suddenly. "Ha, I hope I didn't come off as wierd to her. I'll talk with her later." He said to himself. It was bright and sunny that morning, and it made the scenery around him look beautiful as he drove. He pulled into the parking garage of his workplace and got out of the car, now extremely nervous... He was thrilled to be able to work for the queen, but his stomach twisted at the thought of actually helping run her money. If he messed up she wouldn't be too very happy.

Casting this aside he stepped into the main lobby of the business firm. A cute little mousette attendance woman was gabbing on the phone when he walked up to her counter facing away from him. Lance leaned on the counter and waited patiently for her to notice him. Eventually she did turn around, at which time she ended her sonversation with whomever she was talking to and hung up with a high pitched, "Byyyye!"

Lance chuckled to himself as she spoke with him now. "Sorrysorrysorry sir! I didn't notice you there. How may I help you?"

"I'm supposed to be the new financial planner, and I was wondering where exactly my new office is?"

"Oohhh! Tee hee! Welcome aboard, mate! I think I can spae you some time to show you around."

With a great display of energy, she jumped over the counter and beckoned I follow her. When we reached the elevator, we went up close to the top floor.

"Here we are!" She said as they reached Lance's new office when the tour of the building was over. It was rather large, with a couch on the right side, and windows overlooking the rest of the city. The desk was made of a fine wood, and there were multiple office chairs sitting around it.

"Okay sir, if you need some help let me know! Your new secretary will be in with your papers shortly." With that she left quickly out of the office and returned to the elevator. Lance sat down in the chair behind the desk and waited for the said secretary to bring him his work. He played a little solitaire as he leaned back in the comfy office chair.