Closer To The Edge [Valk]

[Tyler Knox]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style= width: 370px;box-shadow: 0px 0px 1em #888888; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/DVj2Z.png); padding: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-bottom: 5px solid #999999; border-top: 5px solid #999999][style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center; text-shadow: #999999 -1px -1px 2px]or he'll say he's just not the[/style] [style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #FFF380; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right; text-shadow: #000000 -2px -2px 2px; margin-top: -30px; margin-right: 5px]same[/style] [style= width: 345px; height: 5px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: -30px][/style] [style= color: 000000; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 9px]TAGS n/a NOTES yuppity yup[/style][style= width: 350px; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px]The Petty Officer. The lowest among the ranked, just above the privates of the Marines. It was a surprise Tyler had manage to get here, straight from the academy, but he knew he deserved it nonetheless. He had worked hard for this, being able to get as high as he did now. And he was never going to stop. He was just going to keep on climbing, and climbing, until he could climb no more. That was his goal. No, it was not glory. It was to honour the name of the Knox family, a long-line of Marines, and it was to make his parents proud, wherever they were. But with every glorified man of the sea, was a beginning. A starting point. A time where they were naught but privates, and cabin boys, and a land-walker. Glory was something not given to Tyler from birth, no. He was not that fortunate. He had to earn it. But with that said, every glorified figure had a beginning. And this was Tyler's beginning. A Petty Officer, given the task to patrol the streets of Shell Town at night, alongside another Marine of his rank and fleet. Someone that Tyler had not met. Unsurprisingly. This was but Tyler's 2nd day on the fleet, his first day consisting more of him coming into the fleet from the safety of his home, and settling down upon his bunk. He let out a soft sigh, as he adjusted the collars of his black overcoat, the mark of the Marines sewed onto the back, spreading from shoulder to shoulder. He wore a casual white dress shirt under, the article buttoned to the top, save the collar, and tucked into a pair of black tailored pants. Satin white gloves covered his hands, and a pair of black leather shoes completed the rest of his attire. His long black hair streaked over his forehead, slightly covering his eyes, though his golden gaze continued to peer through, watching his surroundings. There he stood, at one of the Marine guard stations that littered across the town, awaiting for the arrival of his partner. It seemed that Tyler had arrived early. 15 minutes too early. A waiting time was to be expected, it seemed. He reached down subconsciously, touching the handle of Excision, the flintlock pistol that his brother had given him before he too set out for duty, sailing the Blues as a proud marine. It was his weapon now, and he had grown quite a bit of skill using it. He only hoped that for such a task given to him, he would not need to use it.[/style] [style= float: left; background-image: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/Kai790/Gilbert/023.png); margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 10px; width:100px; height:100px; border: 2px solid #999999; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px][/style][style= width: 200px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center; padding: 10px; float: right; text-shadow: #999999 -1px -1px 2px; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -20px]and you'll begin to wonder why you[/style] [style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #FFF380; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; text-shadow: #000000 -2px -2px 2px; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: -5px]came[/style] [style= width: 220px; height: 5px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: -30px; margin-left: 130px][/style] [style= font-family: georgia; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 70%]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style] [/style]

[Augusta Zenith]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv272/FallenAngel_21_2009/Avatars%20and%20Icons/526368.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #883A48; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; margin: -25px 0px 0px -25px;] TAKE ME, I'M ALIVE i never was a girl with a wicked mind, but everything looks better when the sun goes down, i had everything, opportunities for eternity, and i could belong to the night. eyes, your eyes, i can see in your eyes, your eyes. you make me wanna die, i'll never be good enough. [STYLE=margin: -10px 0px 0px 0px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]tagged, you there ! words, #### in character, The silent, gentle embrace of the night here in shells town was quite relaxing. Because the marine base was so close, pirates didn't exactly make it a point to frequent their most heated enemy's home. Thus the quiet of the town was almost palpable save a few scattered bars that hosted a few drinkers and travelers. This embrace slowly lets its fingers drag away little by little until dawn had completely sealed off such darkness. It was then that the restaurant owners and the particularly hard workers woke to start their day. Cleaning, moving, buying supplies; it never ended for those that earned a hard day's living. Augusta also awoke at dawn. It was normal for the marines, but even on the days that it wasn't her duty, the crimson haired woman stretched her muscles in her training motions. Being a great swords woman required a flexible and well trained body. After those things had passed, she made her way to the duty sheet and received her assigned work for the day, along with her patrol times, to which she noted were fairly soon. So she grabbed a quick breakfast, mixed with her own fruit she had bought earlier, and headed to the assigned meeting place. She was a little early, but the man she assumed she would be doing the patrol with was already there. punctual... I like that. she thought to herself. As she walked up her marine coat flared out a little in a breeze, revealing the garb underneath; long crimson pants that more or less matched her hair with an undershirt of the same color that could only be seen from the side. The rest of her top consisted of white and black clothes, the black going down her sleeves with the white holding the main part of her torso. All in all, it wasn't exactly regulation, but it fit her movements better, resembling the garb of samurai long ago. "Well, shall we go?" she chimed in closing the last bit of distance. Her left hand was placed lightly on the tip of the crimson wrapped handle of her katana, put there more as a placeholder than anything. notes, Salute! Patrol... *whistles to herself* [/style] [/style] template by DARKEE of BTN.

[Tyler Knox]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style= width: 370px;box-shadow: 0px 0px 1em #888888; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/DVj2Z.png); padding: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-bottom: 5px solid #999999; border-top: 5px solid #999999][style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center; text-shadow: #999999 -1px -1px 2px]or he'll say he's just not the[/style] [style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #FFF380; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right; text-shadow: #000000 -2px -2px 2px; margin-top: -30px; margin-right: 5px]same[/style] [style= width: 345px; height: 5px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: -30px][/style] [style= color: 000000; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 9px]TAGS augusta zenith NOTES n/a[/style][style= width: 350px; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px]Tyler was no psychic, but when you were somewhere, awaiting for a certain someone for a very particular task, you'd become more aware of your surroundings. And it was easy enough to spot the girl's red-head sticking out among the light crowd around him. It was the period between dawn and morning, for the Sun was slowly making its ascend, but the area was still plagued by a fog that had rolled in from the ocean. It was minimal, but enough to make the area look slightly dimmer than it should be. His golden eyes would fixate upon her, taking in her attire. Well, she was no ordinary marine, he could tell. Officers, just as Tyler was, tended to don their own form of attire, and they were actually allowed to, as long as they donned the mark of the Marines upon their outfit. She looked rather young, though probably even older than Tyler was. The young man was but a mere 19-years-old. Fresh out of the block. Young. Inexperienced. Ambitious. He wondered just how much older she was compared to him. No, not for reasons regarding romance and attraction, but experience. He did realise that being older meant you had more time upon this world, and thus, more experience. That was where the saying, 'With Age, Comes Wisdom' originated from, after all. "Well, shall we go?" She inquired as she came within range, and Tyler nodded his head in agreement, as he softly turned towards the direction of the path before them, towards the main part of the town. This was their route, after all. And giving his partner a single glance of acknowledgement, he would begin walking. It did not take more than five steps for Tyler to open his mouth, as he slowed down, if need be, to walk alongside his partner. "I'm Petty Officer Tyler Knox, by the way. And you are?" [/style] [style= float: left; background-image: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/Kai790/Gilbert/023.png); margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 10px; width:100px; height:100px; border: 2px solid #999999; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px][/style][style= width: 200px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center; padding: 10px; float: right; text-shadow: #999999 -1px -1px 2px; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -20px]and you'll begin to wonder why you[/style] [style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #FFF380; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; text-shadow: #000000 -2px -2px 2px; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: -5px]came[/style] [style= width: 220px; height: 5px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: -30px; margin-left: 130px][/style] [style= font-family: georgia; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 70%]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style] [/style]

[Augusta Zenith]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv272/FallenAngel_21_2009/Avatars%20and%20Icons/526368.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #883A48; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; margin: -25px 0px 0px -25px;] TAKE ME, I'M ALIVE i never was a girl with a wicked mind, but everything looks better when the sun goes down, i had everything, opportunities for eternity, and i could belong to the night. eyes, your eyes, i can see in your eyes, your eyes. you make me wanna die, i'll never be good enough. [STYLE=margin: -10px 0px 0px 0px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]tagged, Tyler Knox words, #### in character, A quick nod and the two were off on patrol. This man... well she supposed he was a man, some of the older marines might call him boy though because of his rather young appearance, was one she had not met before. His face looked familiar, and perhaps they had passed in halls at some point in the past, or some other quick meeting that had meant nothing at the time. But here they were catching the coincidence of being on the same patrol. The road crackled ever so slightly, Augusta's steps being almost silent, even on the incline that they walked down now. It didn't take too long for her partner to open the conversation and partially break the ice. He didn't seem overly concerned to meet her, but not speaking to each other unless they spotted something suspicious seemed like an overly boring way to go on a patrol. "Augusta Zenith of the same rank. Its a pleasure." She continued walking, using each step to work on her balance and footwork as they walked. "You were quite early, its nice to see another marine with work ethic." her voice was light and airy, possessing a serine tone that seemed more bell-like than anything. And her eyes continued to look at the road ahead when she wasn't stealing a quick glance at her partner now and again. notes, Salute! Patrol... *whistles to herself* [/style] [/style] template by DARKEE of BTN.

[Tyler Knox]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style= width: 370px;box-shadow: 0px 0px 1em #888888; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/DVj2Z.png); padding: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-bottom: 5px solid #999999; border-top: 5px solid #999999][style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center; text-shadow: #999999 -1px -1px 2px]or he'll say he's just not the[/style] [style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #FFF380; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right; text-shadow: #000000 -2px -2px 2px; margin-top: -30px; margin-right: 5px]same[/style] [style= width: 345px; height: 5px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: -30px][/style] [style= color: 000000; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 9px]TAGS augusta zenith NOTES n/a[/style][style= width: 350px; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px]Morning was slowly, but surely, dawning upon them, though had yet to make a significant change to the two Marine's surroundings as they walked down a path Tyler was all-too familiar with. The Shells Town boy was simply walking through his very own home town, in a way. Though, of course, this was a Marine-authorised task, and that he had a job to do, it still felt like one of his casual walks around town. He brought his hands up, pressing the insides of his fingers against each other to flatten the touch of the gloves against his skin, as she introduced herself. Augusta Zenith, huh? Interesting name. One that he had not heard before, but one that he would prominently remember. Rarely was such a unique name used in combination, and he figured it would be easy enough to commit to memory. And she was a Petty Officer too. Interesting enough. At least, then,T yler did not have to put himself in such a strict demeanour in respect to her rank. They were equals, in this case. And Tyler would treat her as such. True, there were times people considered him to be an elitist, but it only worked towards those lower-ranking than him, and against the Pirates. "You were quite early, its nice to see another marine with work ethic." Tyler smiled, as he turned his head to face the other, giving a nod of his head. "Thank you." Tyler would reply, before turning his attention back to the road. They passed by the McDawson house, and Tyler smiled. He remembered their little son, Jonathan. Such a lively kid. "Great town, isn't it?" He threw out into the air, his eyes still gazing upon the distance before them. [/style] [style= float: left; background-image: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/Kai790/Gilbert/023.png); margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 10px; width:100px; height:100px; border: 2px solid #999999; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px][/style][style= width: 200px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center; padding: 10px; float: right; text-shadow: #999999 -1px -1px 2px; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -20px]and you'll begin to wonder why you[/style] [style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #FFF380; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; text-shadow: #000000 -2px -2px 2px; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: -5px]came[/style] [style= width: 220px; height: 5px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: -30px; margin-left: 130px][/style] [style= font-family: georgia; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 70%]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style] [/style]

[Augusta Zenith]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv272/FallenAngel_21_2009/Avatars%20and%20Icons/526368.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #883A48; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; margin: -25px 0px 0px -25px;] TAKE ME, I'M ALIVE i never was a girl with a wicked mind, but everything looks better when the sun goes down, i had everything, opportunities for eternity, and i could belong to the night. eyes, your eyes, i can see in your eyes, your eyes. you make me wanna die, i'll never be good enough. [STYLE=margin: -10px 0px 0px 0px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]tagged, Tyler Knox words, #### in character, The winding road led down the small hill and around a corner with some houses and continued into the distance. No telling how many times a marine had made their way across these roads on patrol, and whats more, just to take messages to and from the headquarters there. But time after time, there were always new petty officers to do the job. It was as boring as it was mundane as well. Even in some slight company, such a task was excruciating. The man seemed polite enough, accepting her greeting and enjoying the scenery as best one could. Maybe he knew the people and area better than Augusta did. She was just assigned here and had no connections whatsoever. The best she could do was go grab supplies from the shops in the town, and even there she didn't know the names of the shop-keeps. It was rude to forget, but remembering things like that was just so inconsequential to a marine shooting to be a commander. As long as the people were safe and happy, that was enough. Augusta didn't need to be loved everywhere she went. As they walked, he also commented on the town. As she thought, he did possess some like of the place, and she responded in kind. "I suppose it is peaceful enough. The people are nice, and the weather is pleasant. I just... I want to be somewhere that matters." Quite enough there. Augusta reigned herself in before she just kept spouting out things that Tyler didn't care about. Her business and feelings wouldn't matter to another marine unless he felt the same, and even then, nothing could happen. They had to wait until they were reassigned. Her eyes traversed the road ahead, revealing the town looming in the distance. notes, Salute! Patrol... *whistles to herself* [/style] [/style] template by DARKEE of BTN.

[Tyler Knox]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style= width: 370px;box-shadow: 0px 0px 1em #888888; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/DVj2Z.png); padding: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-bottom: 5px solid #999999; border-top: 5px solid #999999][style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center; text-shadow: #999999 -1px -1px 2px]or he'll say he's just not the[/style] [style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #FFF380; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right; text-shadow: #000000 -2px -2px 2px; margin-top: -30px; margin-right: 5px]same[/style] [style= width: 345px; height: 5px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: -30px][/style] [style= color: 000000; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 9px]TAGS augusta zenith NOTES n/a[/style][style= width: 350px; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px]"I suppose it is peaceful enough. The people are nice, and the weather is pleasant. I just... I want to be somewhere that matters." Tyler raised his eyebrows in curiousity, as he turned his gaze to fix it down upon Augusta. Somewhere that mattered? As much as Tyler should take insult to that, for it actually belittled the town that he was from, he actually understood what she meant. Shells Town, despite its significance in East Blue as a Marine headquarters, was rarely a place where anything happened. It was a beginning, yes, but rarely were there climaxes in the beginning of stories. Unless it was a damn good story. But otherwise, this was not the place were legends were made, no. Where they were born, maybe, but legends were made in grandier places. Like the Grand Line. "I see we're not that different, then." Tyler replied with a soft chuckle, as he looked back forward, taking a turn into the next road, following the route of their patrol. He had memorised the route, of course, and considering that he knew the roads and their names, it was easy enough for him to plot their course. And true enough, he did aim for the Grand Line. A place where he could obtain the glory and fame that could finally give his family the respect they deserved. Generations now, the Knox family had given the Marines troops. And now, it was time to receive. Time to get what was due to them. Glory. "Where are you from, Augusta?" [/style] [style= float: left; background-image: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/Kai790/Gilbert/023.png); margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 10px; width:100px; height:100px; border: 2px solid #999999; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px][/style][style= width: 200px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center; padding: 10px; float: right; text-shadow: #999999 -1px -1px 2px; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -20px]and you'll begin to wonder why you[/style] [style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #FFF380; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; text-shadow: #000000 -2px -2px 2px; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: -5px]came[/style] [style= width: 220px; height: 5px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: -30px; margin-left: 130px][/style] [style= font-family: georgia; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 70%]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style] [/style]

[Augusta Zenith]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv272/FallenAngel_21_2009/Avatars%20and%20Icons/526368.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #883A48; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; margin: -25px 0px 0px -25px;] TAKE ME, I'M ALIVE i never was a girl with a wicked mind, but everything looks better when the sun goes down, i had everything, opportunities for eternity, and i could belong to the night. eyes, your eyes, i can see in your eyes, your eyes. you make me wanna die, i'll never be good enough. [STYLE=margin: -10px 0px 0px 0px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]tagged, Tyler Knox words, #### in character, The faint view of the town grew as the two shared a little chatter. The little delay between the quips from each marine only let so much be said before they reached the outskirts of the town. Still, he asked her where she was from, and there wasn't anything to hide from a fellow marine. Her parents weren't influential enough anymore to be a blackmailing point, or even worth hunting down at this stage. So, it got a simple answer. "I grew up in North Blue. The winters there are the most beautiful thing I have seen to this date." she said as she smiled lightly. It was true after all. The fresh snow clinging to the trees, painting everything in a pure white. There was nothing that compared in the blues that Augusta had traveled before. And to tell the truth, she didn't expect to find anything better here. Now in the Grand line... anything was possible there. Her real dream though, was to transition the world from one age to another. If this was the age of the pirate, then Augusta would use her blade to create the age of peace and happiness. It was probably a laughable idea to most, but she trusted her skill well enough that she could one day become that one person who could really make a difference. As she finished daydreaming, the sounds of the town started their assault on her senses. Crossing the edge, the duo found themselves on what appeared to be the main street with people walking around and shopping for food and other necessities as well as eating at restaurants, the delicious aromas escaping through the windows and doors. She looked at Tyler and smiled again. The town was quite cheerful this day. notes, Salute! Patrol... *whistles to herself* [/style] [/style] template by DARKEE of BTN.

[Tyler Knox]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style= width: 370px;box-shadow: 0px 0px 1em #888888; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/DVj2Z.png); padding: 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-bottom: 5px solid #999999; border-top: 5px solid #999999][style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center; text-shadow: #999999 -1px -1px 2px]or he'll say he's just not the[/style] [style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #FFF380; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right; text-shadow: #000000 -2px -2px 2px; margin-top: -30px; margin-right: 5px]same[/style] [style= width: 345px; height: 5px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: -30px][/style] [style= color: 000000; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 9px]TAGS augusta zenith NOTES n/a[/style][style= width: 350px; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px]"I grew up in North Blue. The winters there are the most beautiful thing I have seen to this date." Tyler gave a few soft nods of his head. The North Blue, huh? Tyler had never been to such a place, but it had not been the first time he had heard such a compliment for the region that Augusta had given. It seemed North Blue was indeed rather famed for its winter time. Though, she did travel a long distance to get here, did she not? Guess that only proved how dedicated she really was as a Marine. Tyler chuckled, as they continued onwards, finally reaching the main street of the town itself. And it was then that the place's life started to display itself, as people poured into the streets, heading into vendors to catch the early products before it ran out. Tyler could not help but allow a warm comfortable smile to grow upon his face, as he gazed at the very welcoming sight of his home. He was going to miss this place, he had to admit. However, he knew that he had goals to achieve. And he had promised himself that once he had set off, the only time he would return was when he had achieved the very glory his family was owed. He turned towards Augusta subconsciously, noticing that she had glanced at him and given him a smile. He returned the gesture respectfully, before proceeding forward, walking into the town itself. Just as he did, a rather plump lady, Ms. Alexandra, passed by, giving Tyler a soft wave of greeting. Obviously, the two knew each other. The fact that Tyler returned the gesture rather casually complimented it. "So, Augusta, tell me more about yourself." It was still a long patrol, after all. He dared say they were just about halfway done. He turned towards Augusta, depending on the town's respect for the Marines to give them a clear path as they walked. [/style] [style= float: left; background-image: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/Kai790/Gilbert/023.png); margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 10px; width:100px; height:100px; border: 2px solid #999999; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px][/style][style= width: 200px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: center; padding: 10px; float: right; text-shadow: #999999 -1px -1px 2px; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -20px]and you'll begin to wonder why you[/style] [style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #FFF380; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; text-shadow: #000000 -2px -2px 2px; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: -5px]came[/style] [style= width: 220px; height: 5px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: -30px; margin-left: 130px][/style] [style= font-family: georgia; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 70%]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style] [/style]