Adventure game with our Alizee??

[Ned]

I don't know if anyone posted something like this here, but here it goes:
how would it be if Alizee would be a character in an adventure game?
Take Lara Croft for example! Great one! I, one, like Lara Croft and Tomb Raider! Post what you think here: I mean everything, new ideas, scenarios, missions, other characters, anything! :cheesy:

[PayBays]

I have a picture,of Alizée beeing Lara Croft

Remembers me of the fight i had a minit ago.Some dudes on a Lara Croft forum called Alizée a streeth**ker... :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:

[Ned]

I have a picture,of Alizée beeing Lara Croft

Remembers me of the fight i had a minit ago.Some dudes on a Lara Croft forum called Alizée a streeth**ker... :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:
I remember (and I can't forget)! They don't even know our Alizee!
And, btw, do you think Alizee could compete with Lara?

[PayBays]

Alizée could be the new Lara Croft...if you want i can post some Alizée Croft pictures here!

[Ned]

Alizée could be the new Lara Croft...if you want i can post some Alizée Croft pictures here!
Why not! Bring 'em on! Let the people know that our Lili is the new Lara, and a rockin'!

[PayBays]

Ok...let's see...i'll put them below

[PayBays]

http://img75.imageshack.us/img75/3098/66aoaq0uv.th.jpg

http://img75.imageshack.us/my.php?image=66aoaq0uv.jpg

and we have another one.Based on the body of the # 1 Lara Croft look-a-like!

http://img75.imageshack.us/img75/7264/66byp33cc.th.jpg

http://img75.imageshack.us/img75/7264/66byp33cc.jpg

[Ned]

:yikes: Wooow! Those are good, dude! :thumbup:
I wish that someone could really make one videogame like that, with Alizée!

[350km/h_no_problem]

maybe she would play a good role by being a JAMES BOND `s GIRL
i heard that was one of her dreames...

[Ned]

maybe she would play a good role by being a JAMES BOND `s GIRL
i heard that was one of her dreames...
Yeah, why not! :thumbup:

[PayBays]

Jane Bond...cool!Yeah come on Alizée make a game!

[Zoomer]

*wonders how easy it would be to mod Tomb Raider for the PC to replace Lara Crofts face with Alizée's face*

[Ned]

*wonders how easy it would be to mod Tomb Raider for the PC to replace Lara Crofts face with Alizée's face*
It's not very hard, you just need someone to do it, from the creators of TR, or someone who can modify it, someone with the rights to do it. And there are a lot of utils to help you.

[350km/h_no_problem]

if u now programing u can modifie it very easily
u just have to modifie some files in the caracters folders and then VOILA
u got yourself a ALIZEE CROFT

[Ned]

You mean bot files? Yes I agree with you! :thumbup:

[SjanTeN]

if u now programing u can modifie it very easily
u just have to modifie some files in the caracters folders and then VOILA
u got yourself a ALIZEE CROFT
No, thats very hard. You have to match ALL animations, modify em to Alizée. Besides if its a non-opensource game, then it's very illegal.

[Zoomer]

99% of modded games are not open source -check half life 2 for example, battlefield, call of duty, medal of honour.

Games publishers and developers are often more than happy to allow modifications to take place - as LONG as the modders do not attempt to sell or profit/generate any funds from their work. Remember that counterstrike was actualy a mod of HL if I remember rightly (dunno, do I?)... which then had the team employed to make a real game out of it.

Illegal due to the EULA's and copyrighting, but I have yet to hear of anyone being prosecuted - and there are thousands of games mods available online.

[D13U]

Zoomer's right.. most game companies don't really care as long as there's no profit made from it (And no, that doesn't mean you can raise money for the creation of the game, if you need non-freeware programs or something). Thought I'm not sure about CS starting as a HL mod...

EDIT: I did a little research.. apparently CS did start as a HL mod (http://www.planethalflife.com/cs/)

[Ned]

Zoomer's right.. most game companies don't really care as long as there's no profit made from it (And no, that doesn't mean you can raise money for the creation of the game, if you need non-freeware programs or something). Thought I'm not sure about CS starting as a HL mod...

EDIT: I did a little research.. apparently CS did start as a HL mod (http://www.planethalflife.com/cs/)
Counter Strike is a mod actually, as I know from an interview with the spokes person from Sierra Interactive, and btw about the non-profit, they would still have to have permission from the company who created it.

[350km/h_no_problem]

that `ssome nasty shit.........WORD

[BLADEEK]

Alizee in game..have heard bout it....quest?...shooter?...wat will it be?...smth like TR?...i think TR is shit...not mentioning about quest in general...but TR for me is shit e.g. ...i hate Angelina Joley....so i don't like her character!

[Ned]

Alizee in game..have heard bout it....quest?...shooter?...wat will it be?...smth like TR?...i think TR is shit...not mentioning about quest in general...but TR for me is shit e.g. ...i hate Angelina Joley....so i don't like her character!
I hate Angelina Jolie too, but I like Lara Croft, from the game ofc! :D

[350km/h_no_problem]

taht`s right , ned, andelina jolie is just crap(she has does nasty big lips.........)
anyway, u can see she doesn`t get any big holywood roles

[Ned]

taht`s right , ned, andelina jolie is just crap(she has does nasty big lips.........)
anyway, u can see she doesn`t get any big holywood roles
And I wonder why not, I mean she's Jon Voight's daughter! :?

[DavidAlizée]

i think if Alizée was gona be edited, into laracrofts body, really need to use the la isla bonita face, with the ponytail.

[Emmerdale001]

I see Alizee as more of an agent/assassin or a hitwoman.

She could easily do the role of a "cleaner" a la the movie Leon (aka The Professional). Just give her the money for a hit, the name of the hit, and the timeframe you want her to complete the task. When the time runs out, she will pop up again with evidence of the death of the victim.

Nothing too fancy, nothing too over the top, a little understated, but just right.

Has anyone else seen Leon?

You are the target:

You're on a beach in the Bahamas. The sun is bright. The air is fresh with a nice soft breeze. This gorgeous girl catches your attention. It's Alizee, but she gives you the name "Simone." You flirt with her. She flirts back. You strike up a conversation, and she proves to be really friendly. You get to know her, and soon, you become friends. She's so warm and sincere you admit some of your secrets to her.

One day, you two decide to rent a yacht for the day and go sailing. You two sail off into the sunset.

...But that's the last time anyone saw you alive.

[350km/h_no_problem]

She could easily do the role of a "cleaner" a la the movie Leon (aka The Professional). Just give her the money for a hit, the name of the hit, and the timeframe you want her to complete the task. When the time runs out, she will pop up again with evidence of the death of the victim.

Nothing too fancy, nothing too over the top, a little understated, but just right.

Has anyone else seen Leon???

i think she could do the role of the little girl(btw don`t u think that girl playing in the film is an alizee look-a-like)

[Emmerdale001]

In some pictures, Natalie Portman vaguely resembles Alizee but not too much. I admit that much. I'm also an admirer of Natalie Portman.

[350km/h_no_problem]

emmerdale do to
www.natalieportman-es.com-GALERIAS-parecidos-PARECIDOS_Alizee_Natalie.jpeg

[Ned]

I see Alizee as more of an agent/assassin or a hitwoman.

She could easily do the role of a "cleaner" a la the movie Leon (aka The Professional). Just give her the money for a hit, the name of the hit, and the timeframe you want her to complete the task. When the time runs out, she will pop up again with evidence of the death of the victim.

Nothing too fancy, nothing too over the top, a little understated, but just right.

Has anyone else seen Leon?

You are the target:

You're on a beach in the Bahamas. The sun is bright. The air is fresh with a nice soft breeze. This gorgeous girl catches your attention. It's Alizee, but she gives you the name "Simone." You flirt with her. She flirts back. You strike up a conversation, and she proves to be really friendly. You get to know her, and soon, you become friends. She's so warm and sincere you admit some of your secrets to her.

One day, you two decide to rent a yacht for the day and go sailing. You two sail off into the sunset.

...But that's the last time anyone saw you alive.
A damn fine story I may say! :thumbup:
And btw, I've seen 'Leon' by Luc Besson, and Jean Reno is one of my favourite french actor. He is so restrained and strong, no one could beat him at anything.

[Ned]

i think she could do the role of the little girl(btw don`t u think that girl playing in the film is an alizee look-a-like)
No, more like an 'Audrey Tattou' kinda girl!

[Quentin]

I see Alizee as some notorious French spy countering CIA activities in France...

wait a minute... I think I'll write a short story about it.

Interesting.

[Ned]

I see Alizee as some notorious French spy countering CIA activities in France...

wait a minute... I think I'll write a short story about it.

Interesting.
Ok, that's very kind of you! This is to improove Alizée's image of a strong woman. :D

[PayBays]

I see Alizee as more of an agent/assassin or a hitwoman.

She could easily do the role of a "cleaner" a la the movie Leon (aka The Professional). Just give her the money for a hit, the name of the hit, and the timeframe you want her to complete the task. When the time runs out, she will pop up again with evidence of the death of the victim.

Nothing too fancy, nothing too over the top, a little understated, but just right.

Has anyone else seen Leon?

You are the target:

You're on a beach in the Bahamas. The sun is bright. The air is fresh with a nice soft breeze. This gorgeous girl catches your attention. It's Alizee, but she gives you the name "Simone." You flirt with her. She flirts back. You strike up a conversation, and she proves to be really friendly. You get to know her, and soon, you become friends. She's so warm and sincere you admit some of your secrets to her.

One day, you two decide to rent a yacht for the day and go sailing. You two sail off into the sunset.

...But that's the last time anyone saw you alive.
A damn fine story I may say! :thumbup:
And btw, I've seen 'Leon' by Luc Besson, and Jean Reno is one of my favourite french actor. He is so restrained and strong, no one could beat him at anything.

Leon is a damn fine movie.I really like the end!That grenade in his ******* head!

[Ramon_Morales_Jr]

i wanna have a race with alizee and im going to let her win :D :D

[Quentin]

I see Alizee as more of an agent/assassin or a hitwoman.

She could easily do the role of a "cleaner" a la the movie Leon (aka The Professional). Just give her the money for a hit, the name of the hit, and the timeframe you want her to complete the task. When the time runs out, she will pop up again with evidence of the death of the victim.

Nothing too fancy, nothing too over the top, a little understated, but just right.

Has anyone else seen Leon?

You are the target:

You're on a beach in the Bahamas. The sun is bright. The air is fresh with a nice soft breeze. This gorgeous girl catches your attention. It's Alizee, but she gives you the name "Simone." You flirt with her. She flirts back. You strike up a conversation, and she proves to be really friendly. You get to know her, and soon, you become friends. She's so warm and sincere you admit some of your secrets to her.

One day, you two decide to rent a yacht for the day and go sailing. You two sail off into the sunset.

...But that's the last time anyone saw you alive.

I think you've indulged too much on another fantasy there... only extremely hard, or very important targets require such trust wining. Why not just have her snipe you wile you are enjoying the cool breeze? Since "Alizee", one being an assassin, would not exist on paper, there would be no need to cover any deaths up.. unless the assassination was meant to make people believe that it was accident. (to rule out foul play)

[DavidAlizée]

ha, Ramon did not write that post. 8)

[Quentin]

She walked with a cool collected calm that only the finest of prowlers could master. Unsuspecting patrons walked pasted her from oncoming and from behind. She was masterful in deception, the thought of anyone out witting her was beyond anyone's imagination. For her work was always signified by the mark. A black dagger left on the scene. The police could never figure out who she was, they were always 3 steps behind... except this one. He was also one of the force's best detectives. Why take him here? Why now? He was the closest person to ever find her trail. After all, not everyone is completely invisible. Part of covert opts was to eliminate loose ends and she had to tie this one up. He didn't even know she was stalking him. It was a cement jungle, he was the prey, and she was the predator moving in for the kill. Her timing, disciplined and calculated, as always... was perfect.

A comotion stirred his attention and he looked away from her. A street hoodlum had stolen a purse from a citizen, ran in to a patrol officer. It was a crowded street and not much movement was gained during these lunchtime endevors. Like the hairs on the back of the great panther, she poised herself for the kill. Ready to pounce.

Johnathan Lee turned into the most beautiful of women he'd ever seen. So captivated by her charming yet wicked smile, he didn't even register the hot sensation against his chest. It was warm against her face. As the blade slipped unnoticed through his ribcage, he felt the euphoria of beauty wash over him, her beauty and he welcomed it. Someone shoved him away, and he became dizzy. before he realized that his favorite white shirt had become wine red, she was gone. John look back and forth, someone screamed, and he lost it. The woman... where is she, will she come back? these were the last thoughts racing through his mind before he slipped into the cold darkness.

The hunter walked away without even being seen. falling from her gloved hand was the glinting dull flash, from a black dagger.

[Quentin]

ha, Ramon did not write that post. 8)

yeah i was too lazy to find the real one =)

[Ned]

She walked with a cool collected calm that only the finest of prowlers could master. Unsuspecting patrons walked pasted her from oncoming and from behind. She was masterful in deception, the thought of anyone out witting her was beyond anyone's imagination. For her work was always signified by the mark. A black dagger left on the scene. The police could never figure out who she was, they were always 3 steps behind... except this one. He was also one of the force's best detectives. Why take him here? Why now? He was the closest person to ever find her trail. After all, not everyone is completely invisible. Part of covert opts was to eliminate loose ends and she had to tie this one up. He didn't even know she was stalking him. It was a cement jungle, he was the prey, and she was the predator moving in for the kill. Her timing, disciplined and calculated, as always... was perfect.

A comotion stirred his attention and he looked away from her. A street hoodlum had stolen a purse from a citizen, ran in to a patrol officer. It was a crowded street and not much movement was gained during these lunchtime endevors. Like the hairs on the back of the great panther, she poised herself for the kill. Ready to pounce.

Johnathan Lee turned into the most beautiful of women he'd ever seen. So captivated by her charming yet wicked smile, he didn't even register the hot sensation against his chest. It was warm against her face. As the blade slipped unnoticed through his ribcage, he felt the euphoria of beauty wash over him, her beauty and he welcomed it. Someone shoved him away, and he became dizzy. before he realized that his favorite white shirt had become wine red, she was gone. John look back and forth, someone screamed, and he lost it. The woman... where is she, will she come back? these were the last thoughts racing through his mind before he slipped into the cold darkness.

The hunter walked away without even being seen. falling from her gloved hand was the glinting dull flash, from a black dagger.
Bravoooo! Man, this was beautiful! It reminds me of Max Payne! :thumbup:

[Quentin]

Thanks... made it up on the spot. I wanted to mentally explore that idea.

[Emmerdale001]

Actually, I remember in "Leon" Jean Reno's character said that for beginning assassins, the rifle and the scope were weapons used. As the assassin grows more skilled, he (or she) graduates to weapons (and tactics) that require the person to be even closer to the target such as handguns. Knives, as a result, are one of the last weapons an assassin masters, at least according to the movie.

Nice story, btw. That...was...awesome!

[Quentin]

Thanks, I plan on writing more to it, exclusively for here. Though I skip around from projects from time to time. I might give this one more priority - I like where it went.

[senelgor]

Wow, that was great Quentin. Please, do continue. Id love to read more of it. :cheesy:

[Quentin]

The detective arrived on the scene to access the death of his partner. There was the usual yellow, do not cross tape surrounding his partner's form. Police were moving people away from the area and news crews were told to back away until later. Clicks and flashes of cameras brought the detective from his thoughts. He wasn't sure why Lee's assassin would strike out in the middle of daylight, when the streets were bustling with hundreds of eye witnesses, either she became more careless in her vendetta against Lee or she was sending a message. He figured that it was the ladder... that had to be it. When dealing with someone that has eluded the law for years, Barns would not put it past that dangerous assassin. Another officer came about to yield a knife in a bag labeled evidence. Sure enough it was a black dagger, and tests would yield Lee's blood on the blade he was for sure. And he was sure that the knife would not have any traces of DNA or prints. She was precise, thorough and clean. That scared Lee and Barns shared the same sentiments.

"I knew he was too close." the detective speculated. More to himself than to the officer. "There wasn't anything else..." the other offered. "Ofcoarse not... she is elusive to say the least." Detective Barns concluded.

Detective Barns walked around and chatted with witnesses, no good leads. They all were too preabsorbed in their own business to even notice someone being stabbed. How pathetic he thought. It occured to him that he might better probe for information from a homeless bum. he looked about and noticed a man half sleeping in the ally adjacent to where is partner now lie.

The man smelled of putrid beer. Dirt caked his cheeks and the clothes he wore looked as if they were from a prehistoric cave of garbage. The long and knatted beard he bore had flies clinging to crumbs of food that were decorating his mane like ornaments on a christmas tree. Barns was not particularly interested in interviewing him here, so he decided to arrest the man for drunk in public charges. He was sure that it would not be the first time. He turned to grab the closest patrol officer on the scene but instead found himself staring at the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in is life. She was wearing a black trench coat with thigh high boots, that barely met the short tight skirt that squeezed her waist. Her top was slim and barely cupped the womans well defined bossems. Her hair was jet black and it flowed from her face rather smoothly in the wind. She was standing tall despite her short stature. He could not turn away... he felt as if he did, the world would end. She slowely turned to him letting her eyes wander until she met his. Their gazes locked and he could feel himself warming up. felt his trousers move. She was a goddess. Her smile broke off his mezmerized glare and was instanly replaced by his stark embarassement. He turned to offer her some decency and when he turned back she was gone.

He rushed to the curb and looked up and down the street, but she was lost in a blanket of people covering the sidwalk. Barns wondered if he'd ever have the fortunes of seeing her again... probably not. His pesimism overruled any shred of hope stirring from his most recent fantasies. Enough playing around Barns, he thought... I have to interview this witness.

Later that day, Barns interviewed the bum and found that he had been sleeping for most of the day. Alot of good that did. Just then, his phone rang. Barns got a dreadful sensation at that moment, and thought that if he picked up the phone, he would run into more misery. Sure enough, the call was his wife. She had managed to track him down primarily to nag at him for not doing as she asked. The other detectives knew this routine and merely felt for the guy. They snickered at him for always replying... yes Dear, and I know dear. This was usually followed by a; it wont happen again dear... I know... I mean it this time. Anything to get her off the phone. But then, this time it was a little different.

"You have a package here for you, when are you coming to get it? Can you bring me some fresh tomatoes for supper? And while you are at it, pick up some milk... we are out of milk... are you there Ted? Oh... and we are outa dish soap." It was a wind that would never and... All Ted Barns could say was, "I'm on it."

"Who is this package from Ted? Are you seeing someone? Its smells like a woman? You better not be cheating on me!!" Ted hung up the phone.

It didn't even hit him until he was getting up to clock out for the day when he realized that he had a package that smelled like a woman in his wifes' hands. What was that all about? With more haste than flies on shit, he gathered his breifcase and grabbed his keys, left the office and ran to his car. This was getting spooky and he needed to get to the bottom of things.

+ + +

She watched him exit the police station... He was in a hurry and she thought that he'd gotten the news. Sure enough, as she followed him, she knew already where he was headed. Men are so weak... she thought. With a hint of a smile creeping across her lips, she kinda laughed, like a little school girl giggling at the boy in the sandbox. This wasn't going to be hard... At all.

+ + +

He went right home as expected. When he got in, he was immediately assaulted by a woman bearing curses and threats. He ignored them and demanded the package. His wife handed the rather large, somewhat heavy box to him. He carried it over to the livingroom and checked the label. It was addressed to him and the paper used was pink. Pink? How odd... It smelled of perfume. He was afraid. Thought that it was something that got mixed up with someone else that had his name. It wasn't uncommon these days to recieve packages addressed to you, that clearly wasn't meant for you. The mail system sucked.

"Can you get my knife dear?" He insisted. "What is it?" She replied. "Get my knife!" he yelled. She cringed in response and moved over to the bedroom where he kept his 'toys' all the while mumbling to herself.

He looked up and notices a SUV parked across the street. One he'd never seen before. The windows were tinted dark as midnight. It was running he knew.. the hot exhaust clashed with the cold winter air. It was spewing steam like a train. It was a cop's job to notice things unusual and he'd never seem it there before. Call it paranoia, but he thought he'd better check it out. Barns moved to the door and before he opened it, he checked his firearm. Loaded, good. He holstered the Glock and opened the door. Barns immediately noticed that the SUV had no plates. Walking towards the truck wasn't hard at all. But Barns didn't want to alarm the occupant. He pretended to grab the morning paper that his wife always forgot the get for him. It was close enough to the street to put him in a better position.

The vehicle was clean, black and sleek. It said to him that 'I am pristine' He thought of getting one himself. But the wife would never go for it. He bent down to grab the paper and.... BAM!!!!!!! The next thing he realized was flight. Barns was thrown across the street from the blast coming from his home. He fell into a roll and looked back at his house only to see it in flames. Shattered glass littered the lawn and the street. He felt pain in his back. He could not hear anything because his ear drums were ringing. Broken wood and shingle started to fall to the ground. He leaned and rolled trying to get his balance. No use. What the fuck happened he thought? His mind was racing... he had to get in there and save his wife. He watched as the door to the SUV opened. and he could see soft smooth legs emerge from the darkness within. He watched as the black leather 2 inch heels that adorned the smooth legs met the ground. It was graceful. His gaze started to rise and he recognized her! It was her! He knew it! She was it, the assassin. He reached for his gun but found instead forlorn emptiness. She walked closer. He looked to his left and found the Glock. It was out of reach.

He tried to get up, but he was assaulted by pain in his back. She came closer. He rolled over to see his attacker. It was the most magnificant thing he'd ever seen. Her beauty seemed to calm him. It was like a mother, settling a baby. She had an aura about her that ingulfed him. He steadied his breath waiting for the killing blow. But it never fell. She just stood over him and watched. Her dark eyes piercing him. Reading his thoughts. She bent low to get closer to him and he didn't resist. She smelled soo good. Her hair was long and black just as before. It brushed his arm and it make him tingle. She smiled at him and moved her hand to his cheek. Oh the warmth! She was maternal extacy and he found himself wanting more. Who was this mysterious woman!? The soft caress of her fingers penetrated his soul, it gave him something... peace. He felt peace. She was the harbringer of death and yet at the same time, his spiritual peacekeeper. He fell then, into darkness. He could feel her there still and for some reason wasn't worried. All he could do was smile as he slipped away. In the last moments of his thought, he felt her leave him. NOOOO!! He wanted to scream! Nothing came out. He felt the cold then and it stretched out to his soul, taking it. He tried to resist but he didn't have the energy. Barns fell away into what he thought was hell, his peace taken from him, and the scent of god leaving his presence was more than he could bare. The betrayal was complete when Barns knew no more.

+ + +

She stood then, leaving the knife in Barns' neck. She glanced about and noticed people peering at her. She look to the gun on the ground and belt low to pick it up. The neighbor across the street was a older man in his sixties, probably a good time for him she thought. She moved as fast as lightning towards the man. He stood there forzen in time. Her graceful stride was matched only by her acute keen accuracy. Three rounds went off and the man, gasping for breath moved his hand up to a tight group of holes in his chest. he tried to stop the blood from flowing freely but he didn't have the energy to continue the movement. He felt the air ruching past his face... watched as the ground slammed into him.

She dropped the pistol on the ground next to the fallen man. She then glanced at the rest of the people watching her. They all started to move inside and as each one vanished from the outside world, she would stare at the next one until they were all gone. Satisfied that they got the message, she got in the Chevy Tahoe and sped off. That didn't go as well as she thought.

[PayBays]

aww she's a killer...you can tell good stories!Try to write a book man

i really love it!

[Quentin]

Trust me, this story will go somewhere good. When you all read this, mind the fact that this is supposed to be in an alternate universe. She was never a singer in this story. k?

[fallenONE]

Very nice quentin 8)

Keep up the good work

[kennythekid]

interesting ..what can i say keep up the good work like fallenONE said :D

[PayBays]

Lol if Alizée had some guns....that would be cool!

[Ned]

Wow, Quentin! This was a good work! Like I said, it reminds me of Max Payne (now, thanks to you, I wanna play it again :D). I hope you have more stories where that came from. I'm looking forward to read more from you!

[Quentin]

In the foggy memory of her dreams, Alizee could hear the screams, they echoed through the room with a ferocious will. She was being assailed with the torment carried in the voices. One of the men hit her and she felt the warm trickle of blood go down her face right before it went numb from the impact. Her face swollen, she passed out with the onslaught of pain wracking her brain.

Every night she had these dreams, they always woke her in a cold sweat. Completely dazed by the searing memory of her childhood, Alizee felt the tightening of her throat. Felt the pain from last night’s dream well up within her. She put her head in her hands and began to weep. The tears flowed with out resistance. She would let it come. Welcoming it in its entirety, it was a ritual for her. However painful it is, she’d never forget what had happened so long ago. Some say that crying is a way of cleansing the soul she remembered. For her though, it was a constant reminder of dread that had followed her through the years. Just barely 20, it seemed that she had lived more than 100 years compared to others. It wasn’t always like this. Alizee forced happier thoughts of her life forward. She tried to grasp hope that one day things would be better. That she can find the love that was stolen from her.

“Time to go to work again” she said aloud. More to herself than the empty walls that encased her existence. She stood. Her bare form being accentuated by the yellow glare from the room’s only window. Sweat was glistening off her back and neck. Gathering up a bathrobe, she put it on and walked into the kitchen where she would continue her morning ritual of coffee and a smoke. How she had fallen she thought. Not even finishing the cigarette, or even putting it out for that matter, she walked back into her room and sat at a desk. Not much else decorated the room, just a bed, her desk, a few pieces of luggage and an ammo box. In front of her on the wall just above the laptop she used, was news clipping and pictures of people. Military people from years ago, the age of the clippings and printouts were clearly marked on the headlines. Some of the pictures had ‘exes’ through them. She picked up a marker and crossed out 2 more. There were only seven more to go. Alizee powered up her computer and entered in a password. The computer started up and she opened a browser. A few quick searches revealed another person. And yes, he resembled the pictures of the ones on the wall. This one had an address attached to it though. She wrote it down and pinned it to the wall next to the picture.

A little over two weeks had passed since her last visit to the states. She would have to plan ahead this time. She was getting the idea that someone was catching on to her movements. Though they have not openly pursued her like the cops did, but she was aware of them. She knew they had noticed her. It didn’t matter, she was almost done and when it was all over she would find a small hole and crawl under it to escape the dreams.

She started to pack a lead lined box. It was large, large enough to fit a dismantled rifle in. She then proceeded to close the box; she sealed it and attached a label to it. Stripping herself of the robe, she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. In a few minutes the steam would fog up the window and mirror. Not a big deal, she wasn’t concerned with looks, didn’t even care about make up or any of the girly things most her age would trouble themselves with.

The water slid smoothly down her bare skin. It felt good to her and she always spent a few extra minutes in the shower than most. Sometimes she’d even run the hot water all the way out. She glanced over to the pistol in the shower. It was a USP45, American made and hard to come by in France. Regardless it was a finely machined gun, very reliable and most importantly, it was loaded. A knock at the door startled her. She never had visitors, and she grabbed the gun, not even bothering to cover herself up, she’d moved to the door and stood to the side of it, back against the wall. She cocked her ear toward the door and listened for anything that would give away her visitor. Click, she removed the safety from the gun.

“Holà, Ali, tu es là ?” she heard a girl’s voice proclaim. She relaxed and replied “Holà…”

Alizee moved to the bathroom and grabbed the robe and put it on. This was going to be a good day.

[Ned]

Another stunning story, just right to say that it becomes an inspirational day for you. I like the part with the gun, the description, namely USP45, and got to tell you that you could might as well creat detective novels just like these fine stories. It would be more greater everyday. Keep up the good work again!

[Quentin]

You know.. I would not know what to think if I found out Alizee was reading my story... I would be speechless.

Thanks for all the support guys. When I started this story, I didn't know where it was going.. then last night I started to imagine the rest of it. I think you all will be satisfied with what I am writing.

Though I have neglected my script. =( Guess it was a good time to take a break on that project.

[DavidAlizée]

so would i! I would write her a letter that same second in perfect English :mrgreen:

[Quentin]

I should ask Meyhem if I could consolidate this thread into just the reading part and move the comments to a separate section. I have revised alot of errors and misspellings. I wasn't really seriously writing this, but I should mind my punctuation and grammar to reflect my work regardless... thanks FallenOne for suggesting that last night =)

[fallenONE]

I should ask Meyham if I could consolidate this thread into just the reading part and move the comments to a seperate section. I have revised alot of errors and misspellings. I wasn't really seriously writing this, but I should mind my punctuation and grammar to reflect my work regardless... thanks FallenOne for suggesting that last night =)

haha...no problem...

Refine the crasser parts as it will clear up the ambiguity and make this an enarmouring story

WHo knows? maybe it will be reap fortuitous stuff

[Quentin]

hahhaah nice FallenONE... Glad you remembered =)

[Quentin]

After spending the day with Trystine who was just a tender and fragile age of 12 years old, the girl from a small village a few miles away that had befriended her. Alizee booked a flight to New York 3 weeks in advance. Her plan was to ship the rifle to an address she had reserved on an apartment in some small town in Massachusetts. She stopped for a minute to smile at Trystine. She and Tryst, as she liked to be called, had spent the day talking and laughing at stupid jokes while picking strawberries in the countryside. Alizee owned a rather large estate in the hills in southern France. She had inherited the plot when her parents died. She didn't care to remember any of it, as it would always bring those horrible dreams. But spending time with Tryst, she would forget about the horrors she'd faced and instead the feelings would be replaced by a childhood she'd never had. It was refreshing to her to spend time with such an innocent soul. Tryst was the only other person she had loved, as a little sister figure that she never had, Alizee could bond with her and talk about childish things.

As such, today's conversation was about love and family. Her recollections of her family were sub planted by the little girl's memories, which were more refreshing than Ali's. Sometimes she'd wished that she and Tryst could just go someplace else and be a family of their own. Alizee's retribution would not allow that, would demand justice and so as it was, she'd continue on the course of actions that would place her next to her target, a town mayor that resided in the states. Lately she'd been traveling there a few times a year, carefully picking the stage for her next mark. She had learned all that she needed when she shacked up with a legionnaire fanatic. He was a rebellious, cocky and more importantly well trained special ops soldier for the army of France. They would go out to the countryside and practice sniping targets at 600 meters. She'd convinced him to teach her close quarter combat, military covert tactics and espionage. She was into it. At the time she was filled with hate and regret. Later when he was serving a tour, she'd gotten word that he'd been KIA. Once she heard that she raided his weapon cache and most of his notes. That was just a little over 3 years to date.

+ + +

Special Agent Jim Manone was assigned to unusual homicides in the cases that crossed interstate lines. His primary assignments involved mainly serial killers. Most of the victims of killers had something in common such as gender, or color, sometimes even underlying points of interest like maybe locations or names. The more radical ones usually followed some biblical prophecy or some stupid nonsense like that. So when the black dagger case landed on his desk with out a parachute, he was rather confused. His senior field agent in charge insisted that he take this case. No background what so ever on any of the 5 deaths. No information on the killer other than he’d always left a black serrated knife on the scene, usually in the body. Basically all he really got was six pieces of paper in a manila folder labeled ‘black dagger assassin’. He started to cross reference the 5 stiffs in the folder but nothing unusual came up. 2 cops that were partners, 1 retired commercial helicopter pilot, 1 disabled man in a nursing home, and the last was a medical surgeon for Chicago’s finest. None of them were related to each other. His phone rang and Jim paused to pick it up.

“This is Agent Manone, can I help you?” he answered. “Yes, this is forensics… I think we have something.” The female voice replied. “I’ll be right down” Jim concluded.

Man she was a hot one. Jim always loved listening to her voice on the phone. Sometimes he would even have forensics re run tests when she was on shift. The FBI always had hired good looking people and he’d never complained. One of these days he thought, one of these days she is going to give it up. He smiled. When Manone entered the lab, he was greeted by a rather attractive red head. Her hair was tied on a bun atop her head. Under her while lab coat she wore slim causal slacks. Jim could see her pelvic bones on her hips being softly accentuated by the pants she wore. Her blouse was neatly ironed and it spoke of someone that was matriculate and disciplined. It was topped off with a low cut ‘V’ neck that was adorned with 3 buttons. The top one was undone. He licked his lips. Despite her thin wired reading glasses, Vanessa still looked stunning with even toned skin that brought out her deep hued hair. She had faint freckles dotting her cheeks, and he thought they were just the cutest things.

“Jim!” he’d heard her declare. “Oh… sorry, I was distracted.” Jim managed to spurt out. “Yeah, I bet…” She trailed off.

Vanessa walked over to a dish that contained some metal fragments. The lab was neatly cleaned and there were different types of machines with magnifiers and telescopic devices. X-Ray scans occupied the walls and in her area he saw some of the names. They were his victims’ names.

“So… what did you find?” he prompted.

Vanessa shifted through some paperwork and pulled one out. “This is the lab report on these fragments here.” She paused. “They surgeon removed these from one of your victims.”

“Fragments…? Like pieces of metal, fragments?” Jim questioned. “Yeah… The compounds in these fragments are made of your typical steel, but there are traces of explosive material.” She went on “Like from a grenade…”

“But none of these people were in the military, I checked that.” The denial was clearly written on his face. “I’m telling you this man has seen combat.” Vanessa stated rather bluntly. “And you need to check again.”

“Sometimes someone’s body can say more about them in death than records can say about their lives.” She hinted. “Look, this victim over here, was shot 3 times...” She was getting really excited now. “These men had been in the military. And I bet if you talk to someone in DC, they might come up with some purged records, classified documents, or something.”

Jim took this all in and started to think about the possibility that these men were part of some shadow unit. He’d heard about them before, through stories back in basic training. But the military never confirmed that they even existed. Now it seems that he might have to uncover something that the government meant to hide. The problem was that, the members of these shadow units never existed. Nothing, from their recruitment to their retirement was ever documented. Either he’d have to find someone that would confess, or he’d have to take the case to the trash can.

[Ned]

There we go! First it was a discussion about some ideas of an adventure game with Alizee, and now we are talking about a movie project even. :thumbup: Would you consider in contacting Alizee and some people from the film industry, for a film project, I mean it could be a co-production U.S.A. - France, and a great opportunity both for you and Alizee. I must say these I read so far, are great work-of-art. :D

[PayBays]

I hope i can write my story down soon...if anyone likes it

I won a contest with my story...but i make a new one :oops:

[Quentin]

You should post it. (message too short)

Do you all want me to continue with this story? I mean... My inspiration for this little episode was coming from all of your guys's input. Don't spam quoted segments and everything just a quick opinion about where the story is going.

Is it too dark?
Is it too jumpy - ala just action?

Do you find yourself waiting for me to post the next segment?

Just want more input... Seriously.. I am getting into this as much as you guys are.

Thanks

[Ned]

I want you to continue, Quentin! This story isn't ending here. I'm getting more excited to find out more from you, especially about Alizee and Trystine's part.

[PayBays]

You should post it. (message too short)

Do you all want me to continue with this story? I mean... My inspiration for this little episode was coming from all of your guys's input. Don't spam quoted segments and everything just a quick opinion about where the story is going.

Is it too dark?
Is it too jumpy - ala just action?

Do you find yourself waiting for me to post the next segment?

Just want more input... Seriously.. I am getting into this as much as you guys are.

Thanks


Yes why not...in the mean time i pick up my old story and renew it!

[PayBays]

Ok it's not an adventure game,but it's nice to drop it down.It can contain some 18+ parts,just like the book Lolita

Another SerialKiller?

Does the police already have a suspect?Who could be the serialkiller?

"I was walking down the street,till i looked at my watch.I was to late for my work,
so i decided to took a short route,trough the alley.First,i didn't noticed the horrible
fragrance ( smell ),that was hanging around in the alley.But after i while it became worser.Some
swarm flies flew low to the ground,looking for some organic waste.After a while i noticed some blood
under a trashcan.The smell was really horrible,like someone was cut into 2 pieces.
I opened up the trashcan,but the only thing i could see is trash.I didn't payed many attention to
it,and went back to work."

That was the only declaration,that the police got from this murdercase.It's still an un-known
mystery.But the people weren't very affraid of this serial killer.Which was a shock for the JPD

The head of the Jacotey Police Department (JPD),Gulio Herzlivona,told us,to stay inside and don't
go out when it's dark.

"A lot of people are doing this,but there are still some people who don't give anything
about the police or the serial-killer.I'm shocked to hear the people aren't affraid of what's
going to happen.
"


Felix folded the paper and throwed it behind him."All bullshit!Who would be so sick to kill
people." Felix walked on,until he heard the church-clock beat 12 hours."Ahh damn not again!
I'm missing another great movie today" He took a short-route trough the ally,to be home earlier.

Felix was a old man,around 45,who was been arrested because he seemd to like raping young girls.
He wasn't very long,just 1.62 meters,and he didn't had much hair on his head.He just came out of
jail,after 15 years of prison.

He saw a girl walking around.She was very long,about 1.73 meters and had a black leather dress.Her
hair was blond,with some tips of red in it.He couldn't resist looking at her,and before he knew,he
was running to her.His adrenalin made him run faster and he pushed the girl into an alley.

"Be quiet,or I f*cking cut your throat."
He ripped of her clothes and began to knead her breasts.

He lowered to her belly and started licking everywhere.Still with the knife on her throat,the girl
didn't do anything.She didn't scream,fight or tried to cover her breasts.It seems like she excited
it.Felix took of his pants and raped her.

He came into her and ran away very quick,leaving the poor girl alone on the ground.

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[Ned]

This is a nice story that need a continuing.

[PayBays]

there is a continue:) i made a new topic to store all the story's so people can read them when they are bored

[vasco]

http://img75.imageshack.us/img75/3098/66aoaq0uv.th.jpg

http://img75.imageshack.us/my.php?image=66aoaq0uv.jpg

and we have another one.Based on the body of the # 1 Lara Croft look-a-like!

http://img75.imageshack.us/img75/7264/66byp33cc.th.jpg

http://img75.imageshack.us/img75/7264/66byp33cc.jpg

OMG thouse SO kick ASSS!! Lara Craft+Alizee=TOTAL OWNAGE!!!!

[PayBays]

Thanks

Lara Croft rules...can't wait for her 7th game

it will be named:

The Adventures of Lara Croft: Tomb Raider VII: Legend


I CAN'T WAIT :evil:

[Ned]

How about Alizée as a hitwoman (assasin or something)? She would be standing very high as an action hero. :twisted:

[350km/h_no_problem]

that would be a good idea
i see alizee evading the cops in a fast(=dangerous)car with a bag full of money or somethin like that........ :mrgreen:

[Ned]

And running on a dark alley, dressed in black. Goes in a building and comes out dressed in a red t-shirt with Levi's bluejeans. 8)

[Quentin]

Or maybe even taking down a City Official, and evading / killing 4 FBI Agents assigned to protect him. BTW, the next segment of the story is up =)

[Ned]

Looking forward to it, Quentin! Thanks! :D

[FiEsTa]

arent there some games in our download section !? Well I think the links doesnt work