Z
bounty hunter
LEVEL 1[M:0:0:]
Madness? THIS. IS. AGREED UPON!
Posts: 7
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Post by Z on Feb 17, 2012 2:18:12 GMT -5
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Down the dirt path, the masked hunter paced, his arms flailing by his side, and his person bobbing with every skip he took. The sun was high up in the sky, covering the area in a shadow of sunlight. Birds flew by, chirping and singing. Clouds floated along, minding their own business, as they always have. And the surroundings was clear of any clear disturbances. Except, well, the cyborg that made his way down the road, humming the tune of London Bridge, as he allowed himself to gaze upon his beautiful surroundings through the visor of his mask. Z was utterly merry today, but the sensation itself would not last long, for he heard the soft ruffle of leaves. He stopped mid-skip, his head turning to face the direction of the sound, his eyes wide in curiousity.
What was that?
He turned slowly, facing the bush as it rustled again. Z smirked, as he hopped into the air, before landing onto a posture of wide footing, with his knees bent. His arms were at the ready, arcing outwards and his hands positioned near his thighs, where his dual flintlock pistolblades lay, awaiting for action. He jerked his head to the side, as the cliche monotonous sound of those cowboy shootoffs rang in his head. Was he about to experience action today? The man hoped so. It had been boring the past few days. The bush rustled again, and finally, the culprit emerged.
And there, he saw it. A white bunny, emerging from the bush. Z stared at it, blinking twice. Though, even with the action itself, the man reached for his dual pistols, as he aimed it forward. With a wide smirk on his face, he exclaimed. "BANG!" He squeezed no trigger, but the sound itself was enough to scare the bunny away. And Z stepped back, unable to hold his laughter as he holstered his weapons. "Hahaha, that was hilarious. BANG! Haha, man. I'm awesome." It took him a while, but his laughter finally died down, as he placed his hand on his stomach. He sighed, before looking up, straight forward. And then, he pointed forward.
"Seriously, though, dude? A bunny? Come on, this is boring. Couldn't you have thrown me somewhere where, say, someone interesting actually is?" He complained, placing his free hand on his hip as he stood on one foot. Ah, yes. The fragile fourth wall.[/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:8px; color:#dddddd; text-align:center;]created by shiki @ ote[/style] |
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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 17, 2012 14:04:33 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;]Sweat poured off of Noah's body as he collapsed to the ground. Dressed in only sweatpants one would be surprised to find his temperature well above the normal, in fact despite the fact that it wasn't too cold out one could still see smoke coming off of his body. He had been doing some training the inhabitants of the island had provided for him and he felt like he was in hell. He was almost done however considering he just had to run one more mile and then he would be allowed to call it a day. That one mile seemed like far too much to the bounty hunter in his current condition. His muscles screamed for him to stop and when he attempted to ignore them they locked up and forced him to come crashing down to the ground. There wasn't a single muscle in his entire body that wanted for him to get up.
The current condition he was in made Noah wonder if he would be better off physically if he quit smoking. It would likely increase his endurance a bit but not enough to where he felt like it was worth it. “Bang!” The sound of another being's voice alerted the bounty hunter to the fact that someone was close to him. That was all the motivation he needed to go against the will of his muscles and force himself to his feet. He hated appearing pathetic in front of others. It was one thing to show one's weaknesses to those who were close but it was another to show them to strangers. He forced himself to pick up the pace of a light jog. Considering the fact that he was sweating, merely walking by someone would raise the question of why he was sweating.
Noah slowed his job to a standstill however when he noticed the source of the voice. Some... freak in a red and black outfit. The.. person was balancing themselves on one foot which in itself was all that odd. Combined with the outfit and the fact that there was no one else around however did make the balancing act a bit strange.[/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!? 361 notes!? post tags!? Flou music!? The Weeknd lyrics!? Injection by Rise Against[/style] [style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;] credits to LIKEABOSS at ON THE EDGE[/style]
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Z
bounty hunter
LEVEL 1[M:0:0:]
Madness? THIS. IS. AGREED UPON!
Posts: 7
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Post by Z on Feb 18, 2012 4:13:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=margin-bottom:-45px; border:5px solid #dddddd; border-top-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft:55px; border-top-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topright:55px; border-bottom-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; border-bottom-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright:55px; background-image:url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Deadpool/deadpool90.png); width:75px; height:75px;] [/style] [style=float:left; border:5px solid #dddddd; border-top-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft:55px; border-top-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topright:55px; border-bottom-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; border-bottom-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright:55px; background-image:url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Deadpool/deadpool90.png); width:100px; height:100px;] [/style] | [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:40px; letter-spacing:-3px; color:#dddddd; margin-left:-30px; margin-bottom:70px; margin-top:-20px;]LeT's KiLL ToNiGHT![/style] [style=background-color:#dddddd; color:#000000; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px; margin-left:-25px; margin-top:-50px;]THIS TEMPLATE IS SEXY, ISN'T IT?[/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:#dddddd; border-bottom:5px #dddddd solid; margin-bottom:-40px; margin-left:-65px; margin-top:25px; text-align:center;]noah bristow xDDD[/style] | [cs=2][style=margin-top:-5px; width:400px; border-left:5px #dddddd solid; font-size:10px; color:#dddddd; text-align:justify; padding-left:10px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:10px; margin-left:40px; font-family:tahoma;]"Hmm?"
Z raised his chin, as he blankly looked up at the sky. Are those... Footsteps? A wide smile came upon his face, as he lowered his chin, looking left and right. And there, down the path he was walking upon, stood another man. And Z froze on the spot, the white orbs of his black and red mask staring at the man's direction. Slowly setting his other foot down, he turned, shuffling his feet across the dirt path to face him. And then, he pulled his right arm across, straightening it as he placed it past his left hand. From there, he swung it upwards, scaling a big arc around him, with his palm straight and facing Noah. In short, it was a big-ass wave.
"Helllooooooo~" He called out, forcing the word to last as long as his large greeting. He then tilted his head, as he brought the same right hand up. Then, he pressed his pinkie finger and ring finger together, and his index and middle finger, while separating both sets of appendages. Raising it up before him, he spoke once, keeping his tone high and his speech slow. "I come in peace."
And he chuckled, as he lowered his hand. And before the man could even do anything, the cyborg looked to his right, and shrugged. "Well, not the kind of company I was expecting, but good enough. Thanks, whoever you are."[/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:8px; color:#dddddd; text-align:center;]created by shiki @ ote[/style] |
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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 18, 2012 9:36:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][bg=545454][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154][atrb=background,http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p249/exces-sive/pattern.gif]
[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;]The costumed freak looked at Noah and the bounty hunter frowned. He wasn't exactly normal himself but dealing with this person would likely be more of a hassle then it was worth. Then again as long as violence didn't erupt it could turn out to be fairly interesting. Besides it wasn't like he was really in the condition or mood to finish his training. His body was complaining with him for just standing th... Noah arched an eyebrow was the other male did the biggest wave he had ever seen. Even little children rarely if ever attempted to be that over the top with it. A simple little movement of the arm was enough in his opinion but it seemed like this masked man thought otherwise. On top of the wave the masked man gave out a long hello which made Noah want to facepalm but he refrained from the action.
The man then separated his fingers in some cult greeting that Noah was somewhat familiar with. He had forgotten exactly what it meant but remembered instantly when the red masked man accompanied the action with the phrase saying that he meant no harm. Noah laughed at this action considering that he was just worried about whether or not this would turn into a violent meeting. His laughter echoed through the forest with the other man but began to die down when he spoke again. What kind of company was he expecting? He had heard someone shout bang earlier and from the way this man was acting it didn't take a genius to come to the conclusion that it was him. If so what was the bang for?
The muscles in Noah's body tensed up for a moment as he wondered if there was someone else out here. If the masked freak came in peace it didn't mean that whoever else was out here did as well. Bristow began to glance around the forest attempting to detect the presence of another living being. “You can call me Cross.” For some reason the bounty hunter had decided to give out his nickname instead of his real name but he decided that he wasn't going to change it. It was in fact a name he had been referred to as more than Noah. When people saw the tattoos on his forehead they always felt that was the easiest way to describe him as. Cross. “I come in peace as well.” Although he said those words he was still glancing around the forest on alert.[/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!? 422 notes!? shit post tags!? Flou music!? The Weeknd lyrics!? Injection by Rise Against[/style] [style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;] credits to LIKEABOSS at ON THE EDGE[/style]
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Z
bounty hunter
LEVEL 1[M:0:0:]
Madness? THIS. IS. AGREED UPON!
Posts: 7
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Post by Z on Feb 19, 2012 1:15:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=margin-bottom:-45px; border:5px solid #dddddd; border-top-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft:55px; border-top-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topright:55px; border-bottom-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; border-bottom-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright:55px; background-image:url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Deadpool/deadpool90.png); width:75px; height:75px;] [/style] [style=float:left; border:5px solid #dddddd; border-top-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft:55px; border-top-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topright:55px; border-bottom-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; border-bottom-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright:55px; background-image:url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Deadpool/deadpool90.png); width:100px; height:100px;] [/style] | [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:40px; letter-spacing:-3px; color:#dddddd; margin-left:-30px; margin-bottom:70px; margin-top:-20px;]LeT's KiLL ToNiGHT![/style] [style=background-color:#dddddd; color:#000000; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px; margin-left:-25px; margin-top:-50px;]THIS TEMPLATE IS SEXY, ISN'T IT?[/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:#dddddd; border-bottom:5px #dddddd solid; margin-bottom:-40px; margin-left:-65px; margin-top:25px; text-align:center;]noah bristow[/style] | [cs=2][style=margin-top:-5px; width:400px; border-left:5px #dddddd solid; font-size:10px; color:#dddddd; text-align:justify; padding-left:10px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:10px; margin-left:40px; font-family:tahoma;]“You can call me Cross.”
Cross? Z tilted his head slightly, glancing upon the man. It was then did his cyber-genetic eyes caught sight of the tattoo, finally, on the man's forehead. And those white orbs upon his mask, as impossible as it may seemed, widened into a full circle. His nickname was Cross, cause he had a tattoo of a cross upon his forehead. He smirked, the gesture evident by the wrinkles placed upon his mask. He leaned against his left foot, sticking his left hip out slightly as he placed his left hand upon it. Raising his right arm, with his elbow bent and pointing downwards, he allowed his pointed finger to bounce.
"I see what you did there." He chuckled again, before adjusting his posture so that he stood up straight. He would then raise his arms out, as if presenting himself, and with that signature smirk of his, he would introduce himself. "And I'm Z. Just, plain Z." Swinging his right hand in to the front of his stomac, and his hand to his lower back, he would give a soft bow, straightening himself right after.
And it was then he noticed the glances to the sides, and Z's eyes would widen. His heart would skip a beat, as he froze on the spot. What was this? Why was he looking around? Was there someone in the area that he should be aware of? Or was it something else? Was he... The same? He leaned forward, glaring straight into his eyes. And then, his right hand would suddenly swing in, straight forward and pointing right at the cross on the man's forehead.
"You can feel them too"[/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:8px; color:#dddddd; text-align:center;]created by shiki @ ote[/style] |
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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 19, 2012 12:29:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][bg=545454][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154][atrb=background,http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p249/exces-sive/pattern.gif]
[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;]Noah shifted his gaze onto that of the masked man for just a second. In that second he noticed that his mask was wrinkled up unlike before. He wondered for a brief moment what he had done in the brief time the bounty hunter hadn't been looking at him but realized soon enough that he was just smiling. The question was at what though? Bristow couldn't really remember doing anything of interest that would have warranted a laugh or a smile or anything of the sort. Then again he was trying to use logic for a guy dressed in red tights... Glancing away from the man, the bounty hunter once again began to scan the area for someone else when it dawned on him that this man just might be insane. If that was the case there was the chance that he was just talking to himself like the freak that he was.
It was then that the masked male made a comment about seeing what Noah did and the bounty hunter snapped his gaze back towards him. What was he talking about? He was so busy trying to figure out whether or not he should be looking for the presence of someone else that he was only half participating in the conversation. What was the last thing that he had even said to the man? He didn't have much time to figure it out considering the man began to introduce himself. Z. Bristow blinked twice trying to figure out if he was really supposed to believe such an obviously made up name.
Sighing through his nostrils, he scanned a bit more in hopes of finding some hints of another person but gave up just as Z began to point at his forehead. The comment he then made had Noah even more confused. Feel who? What the fuck was going on? The fact that he used the word 'too' meant that Z felt something but that didn't do much but add to the mystery of the man. It was then that Noah came to the conclusion that he should stop trying to analyze the insane or risk end up one of them. Then again there was the chance that the man wasn't insane and actually did feel something. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he opened his mouth and spoke. “What exactly do you feel?”[/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!? 393 notes!? tags!? Flou music!? The Script lyrics!? Injection by Rise Against[/style] [style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;] credits to LIKEABOSS at ON THE EDGE[/style]
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Z
bounty hunter
LEVEL 1[M:0:0:]
Madness? THIS. IS. AGREED UPON!
Posts: 7
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Post by Z on Feb 20, 2012 1:50:27 GMT -5
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Z beamed. A chance to explain! A chance to share! A chance to find the same person who actually felt the same way as he did. He was a Cyborg, yes, and cyborgs were pretty rare upon this world, but he believed himself to be unique upon the rare breed as well. Special. And now, here was another one that could potentially be experiencing the same sensation that he was. He slowly moved over towards Noah, closing in the distance between them, as he placed his left hand on his hip once again. He would raise his right arm, pointing up at the sky.
"You see, Cross, I believe that you, me and everyone in this world are actually just characters. People created by some individuals from another time and dimension. This world is just like a game, and everything is controlled by these individuals."
Z paused for a moment, as he now stood within three arm's length of the other bounty hunter. He lowered his right arm, before pulling both arms outwards, stretching them as out as he could towards their respective sides. "And we live in it. They created us, gave us life and our own personalities. And they control us according to such. See, we're all just pawns, but we still have a mind of our own. They, however, decide ultimately what happens to use, and what we do. For example-" He lowered his left hand, before swinging his right hand over his shoulder, pointing back with his thumb. "My own creator made me into who I am, and it was he that put me here, in this setting."
And then, his right hand's gesture changed direction, pointing now at Noah. "And it is yours that set you on this path, to be here at this time, to be with me. A game of interaction by our creators to see how it would develop." At that, he looked up at the sky, seemingly talking to these creators. "Am I right?"[/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:8px; color:#dddddd; text-align:center;]created by shiki @ ote[/style] |
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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 20, 2012 13:47:43 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;]Z pointed up at the sky and for some reason Noah knew he was in trouble. It was just a hunch but he felt like he was about to hear something that he didn't really want to here. He wasn't sure if it was going to be something mindboggling or just so stupid he was incapable of forgetting he heard it. People said that stupidity couldn't rub off on you but he had learned the opposite in his experiences. If stupidity could rub off then what was stopping insanity. Would he hear whatever Z had to say to him then slowly but surely end up like the masked male. Bristow was tempted to stop the man from talking at the thought of running around in blue tights. Blue tights wouldn't look that bad on him though, they would match with his eyes if nothing else.... a slight frown crossed his face as he realized what was going through his head.
The frown turned into a raised eyebrow and a slightly opened jaw as Z began to explain. It wasn't a hard concept to grasp just one that he would have never thought of. It was basically like Z believed that each individual person had their own god, how he came to that conclusion was what puzzled Noah. Was it some religion that he had never heard of? Did Z actually believe that or was he just fucking with the bounty hunter. Bristow glanced at the male who was still ranting on about his strange religion and decided that he likely believed it. He had just likely gone off the deep end a long time ago. Who in their right mind would believe such a thing? Noah had difficulty believing that there was one god that made everything so he had even more trouble thinking that there were millions of them.
Z finished talking then looked up at the sky as if asking his gods if his religion was correct. Noah was tempted to try and sneak away why he was distracted and looking at the sky but he wasn't sure if that was smartest of choices on his part. The insane man might just try and kill him for learning his religion and then trying to leave. There could also be worse outcomes considering the man might very well try and torture him. Glancing toward the guns he had on his hips, Noah wondered if he could take one and run for it. The gun could be used to defend himself without getting too close but he figured getting it would be the tricky part. He was rather tired so moving fast enough to get the gun without being stopped would prove to be difficult. With a sigh he told himself not to bother. “Interesting idea you got going there.”[/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!? 470 notes!? Flou so crazy smh tags!? Flou music!? Deadmau5 lyrics!? Injection by Rise Against[/style] [style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;] credits to LIKEABOSS at ON THE EDGE[/style]
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Z
bounty hunter
LEVEL 1[M:0:0:]
Madness? THIS. IS. AGREED UPON!
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Post by Z on Feb 20, 2012 22:23:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=margin-bottom:-45px; border:5px solid #dddddd; border-top-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft:55px; border-top-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topright:55px; border-bottom-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; border-bottom-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright:55px; background-image:url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Deadpool/deadpool90.png); width:75px; height:75px;] [/style] [style=float:left; border:5px solid #dddddd; border-top-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft:55px; border-top-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-topright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-topright:55px; border-bottom-left-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft:55px; border-bottom-right-radius:55px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:55px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright:55px; background-image:url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Deadpool/deadpool90.png); width:100px; height:100px;] [/style] | [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:40px; letter-spacing:-3px; color:#dddddd; margin-left:-30px; margin-bottom:70px; margin-top:-20px;]LeT's KiLL ToNiGHT![/style] [style=background-color:#dddddd; color:#000000; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px; margin-left:-25px; margin-top:-50px;]THIS TEMPLATE IS SEXY, ISN'T IT?[/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:#dddddd; border-bottom:5px #dddddd solid; margin-bottom:-40px; margin-left:-65px; margin-top:25px; text-align:center;]noah bistrow nope, no notes.[/style] | [cs=2][style=margin-top:-5px; width:400px; border-left:5px #dddddd solid; font-size:10px; color:#dddddd; text-align:justify; padding-left:10px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:10px; margin-left:40px; font-family:tahoma;]“Interesting idea you got going there.”
Z's head would drop its gaze almost immediately, as he stared towards Noah. His hands never moved from their positions, his left still on his hip and his right pointing towards Cross. He blinked. Twice. Thrice. Before suddenly jerking his arms upwards, holding it up before him, his palms facing Cross as he leaned back, looking surprised. Even the white marks that represented his eyes upon his marks grew into large complete circles. And he started to wave his hands, as if gesturing him to stop.
"Hold up, hold up. You mean, you don't believe it?" Z inquired, as he lowered his hands, straightening his body. Wait, if he didn't believe how the world worked the same way that Z did, then why was he looking around just now? Did he see something that Z's own senses had not? Was there something that Z should be aware of in the forest, of the very island he was 'created' in? He glanced towards the forest, and then back at him. And then, he tilted his head, raising an eyebrow, the mask so tight against his body that the action could be seen by the mask's wrinkles.
"Then why do you look so paranoid? You're not crazy, are you?" Z laughed, as he placed his hands on his hips. "Haha, I hope you're not."[/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:8px; color:#dddddd; text-align:center;]created by shiki @ ote[/style] |
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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 10:52:58 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][bg=545454][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154][atrb=background,http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p249/exces-sive/pattern.gif]
[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;]No he didn't believe him. Noah wasn't exactly sure if he should come out and say that or not considering that this man might go berserk on him. Z belonged in an insane asylum, how he managed to stay out of one baffled Noah. The only logical reason he saw for it was that the masked freak was probably pretty strong and thus nearly impossible for normal people to imprison. If that was the case then it could be mean trouble for Bristow if things went sour. The strongest opponent he had been up against so far was some female first mate that he had capture a couple of weeks ago. He was at full strength during that fight and still barely one so he couldn't imagine how things would have gone if he was tired like he was right now.
The bounty hunter had zoned out in thought for so long that he almost missed what Z said. The red fucker just asked if he was crazy. “Do I look like I'm crazy to you?” He was tempted to add in that he wasn't the one running around in tights looking like some wannabe superhero but refrained. It would probably be for the best if he didn't piss off the crazy potentially strong man. He was growing more and more tempted though as they stood here with each other. Z was so weird that Noah sort of felt like it was a crime not to fuck with him at least a little bit. The question was what could and couldn't he said. Considering the state of his mind, Noah figured that the state of Z's mind would make him have a shorter fuse than most people. “Why are you out here anyway...in that outfit?”[/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!? 295 notes!?didn't know what to say... tags!? Flou music!? Deadmau5 lyrics!? Injection by Rise Against[/style] [style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;] credits to LIKEABOSS at ON THE EDGE[/style]
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