feelgoodmods (feelgoodmods) wrote,
@ 2009-06-03 14:25:00

applications;
After reading the rules and FAQ, and placing a reservation, you're finally ready to apply!

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Player
Name:
Are you 17+?:
Personal Journal: (LJ is fine.)

Contact Information:
AIM: (mandatory)
Email:
Timezone:
Availability:
Other:

Past RP Experience: (if you don't have any that's fine, but providing links or names of characters/places you have RPed before would help the mods evaluate your skills.)

Character
Name:
Age:
Sexuality: (what gender they prefer in their personal lives and what gender(s) they find acceptable to be paired with in movies.)
Role in company:
PB:

Background History: (min. 300 words.)
Personality, Likes & Dislikes: (min. 200 words.)

Sample Post:

First Person (min. 200 words.)

Third Person (min. 200 words.)

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If you're having trouble thinking of anything, you may use one of the prompts below. Using these is entirely up to you!

Prompts
- Gambling
- Success
- Dare
- Cellphones

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Kakuzu [Part 07]

uchihaitachi
2009-08-25 12:59 pm UTC (link)

Third Person

An after shoot shower was always satisfying, washing off all those nasty, disgusting bodily juices that collected from the over exhaustion that you put your body through during the act of sex. Not just yours, the other person as well. If sweat wasn't bad enough, there was saliva to boot, being licked, giving those nauseating kisses where you had to just flick your tongue back and forth together was supposed to be somewhat erotic. Kakuzu just thought it was vile. Lubrication likes to drip into every orifice it could find, slimy and hard to get out of places, and semen. Don't get him started on that. A girl or guy with the cum shot across their face was not at all attractive. On top of that it also smelt terrible. This is why a shower afterward was imperative.

Not one place over his body was going to be left untouched, lathering up the soap in his hands, rubbing it in circles all over his chest and belly, rinsing and repeating, working down to the under carriage. A lot of work had to be done around there, going in for an extra good rub to get all the lubrication off. Sanitizing soap was a good touch as well but he preferred to bring his own. Some of the other workers in the building did not respect the communal soup and tend to leave pubic hair all over it. This was the final step needed to remove all of the filth from his body, taking out the soap from the container and rubbing it around in a repeated process, this time hissing at the sharp sting from his chest. Three scratch marks diagonally down from shoulder to breast. Fucking bitch dug the nails in. Next time he was on set with them, he would make sure they got their just deserts.

They were not the only one that were going to be receiving punishment from him, a startled gasp caught his attention shortly after he winced, telling him that he was not alone. Putting the soap back into his container to take home with him, lazily Kakuzu pushed the fallen wet clumps back off from his face, slicking it back but holding the position to discreetly turn his head, eyeing off who was close by. "Peep shows cost $2," he spoke coolly to the peeping tom.

Being caught out by him must have put the wind up them enough not to run away successfully, tripping over on the tiles and knocking over the shelving of hair care products causing a loud ruckus. If they were articulate enough, then they would have been able to escape without a chance of being caught, their mishap gave Kakuzu enough time to shut the water off and advance in on them slowly. He wasn't even rushing to catch up to him, gradually stalking his prey with no intentions of rushing it now. He had seen their face. There was no where that they could hide. "What you were viewing was more than the quick look at some T&A."

He was still completely naked, dripping wet, crouching down over the legs of the fallen idiot so he couldn't run. They looked petrified. Rightfully so. If you were going to try and perv on someone, then you were going to have to pay the price. "Most places will charge $10 an hour to view a strip tease on the Internet, a lap dance at a club is $50. And since my prices are not based off minimum charge, you will have to comply to inflation."

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Kakuzu [Part 08 & Finished]

uchihaitachi
2009-08-25 12:59 pm UTC (link)

The assailant yelped and gave a quick plead for his life when he leaned in closer, coming up with some bullshit story that he was only passing by and he saw something run through and wanted to blah blah blah. Kakuzu tuned out after the first word, pressing his hand against his chest, knocking them down flat against the floor, keeping him held tightly in position. There was so many ways this could have gone from here, in a prime position to leave him for the paramedics to come and pick him up, if the guy was smart enough he could have lifted his leg and kicked him in a very uncomfortable place. The only thing uncomfortable was that the others bladder was speaking for the sheer terror he was experiencing. If that had hit his feet, then it would have cost him more. "$100. Right now. If you don't..." He looked over his shoulder at the yellow river flowing towards the drain and then back to him, leaving his imagination to run wild. It was not a idle threat. He would do it.

Terrified stammers of agreement with his offer was music to his ears, letting him up enough to get his hand down into his pocket getting out his wallet. Pay day had arrived in the form of a $100 bill waved up at him, quickly snatched up out of his grasp. Now he could have let him go easily now that he had what he wanted, but what good would that be? Teaching him a lesson not to watch in for free for normally paid services would have to be done.

Standing up towering over the top of him, Kakuzu looked down at the petrified man and huffed, lifting his foot up and stomping it down into his gut, the sounds of him gurgling and gasping for air was notice enough that he would behave from now on. If not there was much more where that came from. He didn't even bother to listen to his apologizes, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist, snatching up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He gave a small content sigh as he left the room, another day done, another paycheck in the bag. Nothing like generating some profit on top of that to round off the day perfectly.

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	ACCEPTED!! feelgoodmods 2009-08-25 08:50 pm UTC (link)
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