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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 12, 2012 10:40:31 GMT -5
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[style=width:75px; height:75px; border:4px solid #3b3b3b; background-image:url(http://i598.photobucket.com/albums/tt61/Adomir/2.png); border-radius: 60px; -o-border-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius: 60px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px; -ms-border-radius: 60px;float:left; margin-left:-150px; margin-top:85px][/style]
[style=width:475px; height:170px; background-color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-49px; margin-left:-14px; margin-right:-35px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 0px; -ms-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 0px][/style][style=width:300px; height:75px; float:right; font-family:georgia; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px; font-size:28px; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-4px; font-weight:bold; color:#f1f1f1; margin-top: -140px;]DIDN'T WE ALMOST HAVE IT ALL[/style][style=width:300px; height:100px; float:right; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; font-style:italic; color:#f1f1f1; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px; margin-right:-25px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -70px;]WHEN LOVE WAS ALL WE HAD WORTH GIVING?[/style][style=width:300px; height:255px; background-color:#f1f1f1; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:#3b3b3b; overflow:auto; float:right; margin-right:4px; margin-top:-30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; border-bottom:2px solid #3b3b3b; border-right:2px solid #3b3b3b; padding-right:3px; padding-bottom:3px; text-align:justify]Noah pulled his coat tighter around his body as a gust of wind blew through the park, ruffling his hair. He wasn’t certain why he had decided to come to the park alone but was quickly regretting it. The midday sun was hidden behind various clouds so the only source of warmth he had was the blood flowing through his veins and the few layers of clothing he had on. The cold air was chilling him to the bone and all the couples walking around snuggled together were making him realize how badly he longed for company. He wasn’t one to normally be in a relationship but the various couples walking around made him recall the last time he was in a serious relationship, which happened to have been never.
Sighing to himself, Noah thrust his hands into his pockets and briskly walked over to a nearby bench. Plopping down on the vacant seat he lowered his head and gazed at the ground pushing thoughts of loneliness aside. Closing his eyes his mind was flooded with his other senses. He could hear the sounds of couples exchanging meaningless words. Smell the different fragrances that filled the air, most of which smelled like cheap perfume. Opening his eyes for a brief moment he glanced around. He was surprised to see that not too far from where he was sitting he spotted a blond teenage girl lying on the ground. Towering over her was a lanky male with what appeared to be a knife in his hand.
Returning his gaze to the ground, Noah covered his mouth as a cough escaped him. Time to play hero I guess, he thought. Standing to his feet he leisurely strolled over to the incident. As he walked he heard how the man was demanding for the girl’s purse and was also calling her profane names. Placing a hand on the man’s shoulder he squeezed as the smell of booze filled his nostrils. “You shouldn’t treat a lady like that. With those kind of manners there won’t be a second date. That is if you were even lucky enough to get a first,” Noah smiled innocently. The smile swiftly faded as the lanky man spun out from Noah’s grip and caught him in the jaw with an elbow. Swearing to himself, Noah rubbed his jaw as the mugger preceded to slash at him with the knife.
Sidestepping the attack, Noah clenched his fist and swung at the mugger only to stop short as he realized he might overdo things and hurt the man. It wasn’t like he was a crime fighting superhero or anything but a punch from a bounty hunter who trained his body for so long would definitely do some damage to a drunk prick. Noah took a small step back as the mugger made another slash at him. A smile reappeared on his face as the mugger looked into his eyes. Noah was in danger but it wasn’t anywhere close to how much danger this mugger was in. If he really wanted to he could swiftly end the mugger’s life. However the mugger was lucky in the fact that the ex-slave looked down on pointless murder.
Noah continued to dodge assault after assault before he realized the girl that had been in danger had already scurried off. With a sigh he jumped back out of reach of his mugger. With a shrug he pointed behind the mugger. As the mugger turned to look behind him, Noah placed his foot in the small of the muggers back and pushed sending the mugger toppling over. Chuckling to himself, Noah turned on his heels and sprinted away from the incident. After a short period of running, he slowed his pace down to a brisk walk. Although it wasn’t exactly what he had planned the trip to the park was turning out to be eventful if nothing else. Noah took a seat as he located another bench and leaned beck stretching out his muscles. [/style][style=width:120px; height:220px; background-color:#3b3b3b; float:left; margin-top:15px; margin-left:5px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; text-weight:bold; text-align:justify; color:#f1f1f1; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:1px; padding-left:2px]
notes: second post woot!
tags: anyone not in the other open thread
word count: 668[/style][style=width:448px; height:2px; font-family:times; font-size:4px; text-align:center; color:#3b3b3b; float:left; margin-top:-6px]made by maverick of OTE!
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Post by MURAMASA NO KŌGA on Feb 13, 2012 0:13:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] HUMAN BEINGS IN A MOB - WHAT'S A MOB TO A KING? | Silence. The murderous assailant loomed in the shadows as he observed the target, the evening aura granting a shroud of perplexity to his demonic attire. Chilling temperatures affected the fragile minds of the civilians around him, yet Kōga appeared unscathed, his body motionless and staunch in the cross-legged position that he sat dozens of meters away. Attentively, the Muramasa assassin had caught an interesting glance of the encounter between the mugger and the woman, and anticipation grew furiously within his soul as he prayed that the criminal would dare tear the flesh from her body. Respiration hardened as the images he envisioned became an euphoric fantasy, his iron-clad hands clenched into a fist as the mugger vowed to end her life, there and then...
...but, this pleasure would dissipate into nothingness as another citizen appeared from no where, distracting the drunk bastard and enabling a proper escape for the woman. The drunkard was swift and unpredictable enough to surprise the male with a simple chin-check, but his tenacity caused him to shrug the strike off like an annoying itch. The threatening mugger began to show symptoms of complete hysteria and murderous intent as his knife slashed aimlessly in the air, and only a fool wouldn't be able to evade such basic attempts. Frustration rose from the vanishing thrill that had built within Kōga, and this tedious sight was what he was left with? Readily, exiting the tiresome park sounded like a splendid plan.
Dominion. The freedom of his own restraint suddenly became null and void as his body shot from his lackadaisical position, the traditional mask sustaining a grim perception of the cheerful male as he arrived at the bench seat. Initiating his movement with incredible stealth, trudging the earth like a shadow in the darkness, the oblivious Kōga crept from his original resting place to the rear of the male who he expected was completely unaware of his transition. The assailant's intent was mysterious and invisible enough to not catch the attention of anyone else, but as he steadily came closer to the male's back, the crunching of the verdure beneath him would be enough to warrant his presence to the chivalrous boy.
"Valiant actions, pubescent boy. Do thee feel no despair?" |
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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 13, 2012 11:16:23 GMT -5
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[style=width:75px; height:75px; border:4px solid #3b3b3b; background-image:url(http://i598.photobucket.com/albums/tt61/Adomir/2.png); border-radius: 60px; -o-border-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius: 60px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px; -ms-border-radius: 60px;float:left; margin-left:-150px; margin-top:85px][/style]
[style=width:475px; height:170px; background-color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-49px; margin-left:-14px; margin-right:-35px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 0px; -ms-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 0px 0px][/style][style=width:300px; height:75px; float:right; font-family:georgia; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px; font-size:28px; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-4px; font-weight:bold; color:#f1f1f1; margin-top: -140px;]DIDN'T WE ALMOST HAVE IT ALL[/style][style=width:300px; height:100px; float:right; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; font-style:italic; color:#f1f1f1; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px; margin-right:-25px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -70px;]WHEN LOVE WAS ALL WE HAD WORTH GIVING?[/style][style=width:300px; height:255px; background-color:#f1f1f1; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:#3b3b3b; overflow:auto; float:right; margin-right:4px; margin-top:-30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; border-bottom:2px solid #3b3b3b; border-right:2px solid #3b3b3b; padding-right:3px; padding-bottom:3px; text-align:justify]Noah glanced at the sky and breathed in the cold air. Although he wasn’t outright panting he was surprised how much the brief “exercise” he just had was affecting him. Closing his eyes he remembered how much he had trained his body doing far more rigorous things then dodging a drunken human. He took the fact that he was tired to be a sign that he needed more training. Surely if he were to have gotten into a fight with another person with skill his stamina would have likely been his downfall. Noah tightened the muscles of his jaw as he thought of the possible upcoming battles with pirates. He had been okay since he was so young but the older he got the stronger he got, and the stronger he got the more dangerous the bounties. Soon enough he would start running into other bounty hunters as well and have no choice but to fight them.
Movement. Noah heard something or someone moving behind him and he was surprised at how close they were. Rather than spinning around and seeming fearful, he reached his left hand into the small of his back and made sure he had a firm grip on Liberty. If he was attacked for whatever reason he wanted to make sure that he was capable of defending himself. Then again he had managed to defend himself easily enough only a few moments again. It was unlikely that whoever had sneaked up on him was drunk however and would likely be a lot more difficult to deal with. Anticipation coursed through him and he was tempted to glance behind him to see just what was going on. He was just about to turn his head when he heard someone speak. All anticipation flooded away and was replaced by annoyance.
Boy. Noah had been referred to by the simple three letter word many times in his days as a slave. It annoyed him to no end to even heard the word let alone for someone to use it in regards to him. He was far from a boy now and was considered by most people to be a man. Apparently, whoever was speaking to him wasn't most people. He had been so wrapped up in the fact that he had been referred to as boy that it took him a moment to register everything else that the man had said. Raising an eyebrow, he maintained his position of having a hand on his weapon and not looking at the person behind him. The person sounded male and judging by how he phrased things was either a foreigner or just a noble who was taught to speak differently from all of the commoners around. “I'm not a boy and I feel little of anything these days.” [/style][style=width:120px; height:220px; background-color:#3b3b3b; float:left; margin-top:15px; margin-left:5px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; text-weight:bold; text-align:justify; color:#f1f1f1; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:1px; padding-left:2px]
notes: bamf!
tags: koga
word count: 468[/style][style=width:448px; height:2px; font-family:times; font-size:4px; text-align:center; color:#3b3b3b; float:left; margin-top:-6px]made by maverick of OTE!
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Post by MURAMASA NO KŌGA on Feb 16, 2012 0:52:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] HUMAN BEINGS IN A MOB - WHAT'S A MOB TO A KING? | Enigma. From the invisible rear stood the iron-clad assailant as he shadowed the fearless male, his murderous intent at a standstill, but his prying was nonetheless peaked. Although his position wasn't close enough for either man to touch one another, their auditory systems undoubtedly caught one another's speech. The feral assassin wasn't one who impatiently endured ignorance, especially when it came to the disregard for his own presence, but an anonymous force kept his raging emotions in check. The composure in the male's posture and mental state forced the cyborg to question his ability in combat. Steadfast, analytical, and unconcerned for the coursing temperature, whether Kōga understood the reasoning behind provoking the male or not, an unapparent importance laid in disguise.
Hawkeye. From the distinction in his appearance and voice, it was obvious that the stranger's age didn't deviate too much from the ninja's own, but this observation wasn't shared between the two. Kōga donned a mask that wasn't only capable of sheltering his countenance, but his tone as well, replacing the tangible, near-matured voice with a robotic, distorted modulation. Combined with the inconsistent and abnormal grammar, the Muramasa prodigy's identity leaves most speculating if the man in the shell is partially human at the very least. The distance between the duo still considerably respected, the bypassing civilians feared that the Reaper had come to claim the soul of the seated male, but Kōga had no burden, his one and only focus being this chance encounter.
"Fictional truth, intruding one. What name you?" |
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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 16, 2012 12:47:58 GMT -5
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[style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454;]Knees are weak, hands are shaking, I can't breathe[/style]
[style=font-family: ConcursoModerne BTN Lt; font-weight: bold; font-size: 30pt; line-height: 14pt; color: #545454; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-right: 5px;]So give me the drug[/style][style=overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial-Narrow; font-size: 8.6pt; color: #545454; width: 300px; height: 300px; float: right; background-color: D6D6D6; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154; padding: 5px;]Still not facing the person behind him, Noah's gaze remained on the rest of the park and those in it. Those who walked by made sure to give the bounty hunter space and for a second he wondered why. He didn't look all that intimidating in fact the biggest thing about him that people had a problem with was the line of tattoos across his forehead. There was little to nothing he could do about that however considering he didn't want the tattoos in the first place but wasn't about to spend money trying to get them removed. No, the thing that people were giving distance was the person behind them. The person either looked freaky or had a weapon out. He didn't like the idea of the latter but he figured it was the more likely conclusion.
The stranger spoke in a odd voice using strange grammar but he didn't really see a point in commenting on it. Instead he decided he would just answer the question and be done with it. “Noah.” He didn't ask the name of the person behind him because that would invite him into a conversation and he wasn't exactly sure if he wanted that. Standing to his feet, he kept a hand on Liberty and glanced at the man over his shoulder. He did his best to hide his surprise at the appearance of the.. thing. He had heard about cyborgs roaming the seas of the Grand Line and that was the best way to describe what he was currently looking at.[/style]
[style=background-color: #D6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; width: 110px; margin-top: -30px;] [/style][style=background-color: #d6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-left: 5px; font-family: Arial-narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: undercase; width: 110px; height: 200px; font-size: 7.6pt; color: #545454; text-transform: lowercase;] words!? 259
notes!? -__- short
tags!? Koga
music!? Wild Boy
lyrics!? Injection by Rise Against[/style]
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