The Pulse Of The Moon [Porsche]

[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 n/a[/style][style= width: 350px; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px]Days had passed since Tyler was enlisted into the Marines, and slowly, the 19-year-old was adapting to it. In fact, he was adapting way better than his peers had when they first joined, or so his superiors say. It was probably due to the fact that most of Tyler's childhood days were spent preparing for the Marines. The Knox family had always been a strong believer and supporter of the World Government, and of course, they would then join the Marines to express as such. And Tyler was just one of those raised to follow the footsteps of his ancestors. He was initiative, disciplined, responsible, educated and hardworking. Such could be seen on this very night, as Tyler allowed himself to volunteer to be the patrol. The 19-year-old would wander down the road of Shells Town, with the moon high up in the sky. A thin mist had rolled in from the sea, enveloping the town in an eerie atmosphere. It was considerably quiet, save for the occasional cheers and merry talk from the bars littered across town. Tyler picked up the sound of the cries of an awakened baby, though he ignored it. He recognised the house. It belonging to the McDawson's. Yes, Tyler was a resident of Shells Town, and it was no surprise why he walked so calmly and casually here, even with the night embrace and the mist. He was clad in a white dress shirt, buttoned save the collar and tucked into a pair of black tailored pants. It ended upon a pair of black low-cut combat boots, a new addition to his attire right after he joined the Marines. He realised that his leather shoes simply was not the proper attire when on a boat. It could get slippery, and everyone knew just how weak the grip of those shiny loafers were. Over all of these, he wore a black overcoat that reached down to his knees. Upon the back of the overcoat was the symbol of the Marines. A pair of white satin gloves completed his attire. He turned into another road, his right hand subconsciously patting Excision, as the flintlock pistol lay in ready in its holster, strapped onto his right thigh. He wondered if this would just be another uneventful patrol, or will something occur that might excite the night? [/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]

[porsche osbourne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii634/purrlah/bayonetta%20icons/bayonettabanner1.png); height: 200px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]So, take your hand in mine,[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]IT'S OURS TONIGHT[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;] shells town was certainly the place to be at night, wasn't it? that's what porsche had kept hearing.. or, well, she was hearing that it had the best booze; but, that had to therefore mean that it had the best nightlife too, didn't it? the best pubs? if it had the best drinks then everyone would be drinking at night, so it had to be a lot of fun, certainly. porsche didn't come to this marine-infested small town just so that she could be disappointed; she came for a good time. while the moon gleamed a blinding brightness, the suffocating, enshrouding fog gave porsche enough cover to slink through the town with a great sense of anonymity. despite her bold fashion choices, she was still in all black and as a result had a tendency to .. "blend in," here and there. she certainly enjoyed feeling like a light-footed, sneaky little cat burglar at times -- it made her want to steal. of course, her heels could only be so silent and she ultimately ceased her "sneaking" because people could still hear her at times. porsche soon spotted a man; a young man. a baby, in her eyes. she couldn't make out too many of his features due to the distance between them, but it was still clear to her that he was young. not that this really mattered; what really mattered was that porsche wanted to fucking drink already, and if this kid could show her where the bar was then that was what he needed to do for her. so she locked on to him. he was the target, and she continued walking until she was within speaking distance of him: "oh, hello," she started, immediately having noticed his gun at this point. "i'm.. thirsty. you wouldn't mind escorting me to a nearby pub, would you?" she questioned, playing on her femininity. normally, men were quick to assist women in need. especially if they found them physically appealing. porsche wouldn't have always offered for someone to "escort" her, but this young male was attractive enough. in shape, and all. why not? [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: you're it notes: text[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]Hearts will sacrifice, it's do or die. This is the rebel love song.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN & OTE[/style]

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[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 porrche osbourne NOTES n/a[/style][style= width: 350px; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px]A figure came within Tyler's peripherals, and the mundane nature of his task allowed him enough attention to provide the new arrival with. He could not see the details upon the person's face, due to the fog, but the silhouette was enough for Tyler to deduce that she was a female. The hourglass figure gave her out. That is, of course, unless the individual was a male with a rather awkward body stature. He slowed his pace, as the woman walked towards his direction. He figured she'd walk past right him and go about her own business, but no, her deviation in direction indicated she was walking right at him. And it was within earshot distance did he catch her appearance clearly. A beautiful woman, she was. Remarkable figure. Long black hair. And a pair of glasses to add to that intelligent woman look. "oh, hello, i'm.. thirsty. you wouldn't mind escorting me to a nearby pub, would you?" A foreigner? Most definitely. None would ask for such directions unless she did not honestly know the location of one of Shell Town's many pubs. Plus, Tyler recognised her not, through his 19 years of living here. He stopped in his tracks, respectable enough to not shrug a woman off, much less a person. She was asking for directions, and more than that, she was asking for an escort, hmm? Tyler allowed a soft hospitable smile to come upon his young fair face. Could he afford the distraction? Well, he was on patrol, and he was alone. Being the dutiful Marine that he was, he would definitely focus on completing his task, but denying such a request would be rude, would it not? He figured he could allow a bit of detour for his patrol route. "I would love to, ma'am." He gave a soft bow of his head, before stepping back on his right foot, gesturing down the path from whence he had came. He had walked past a pub a few minutes earlier. He figured he could drop her off there, and then continue on his task. Nope, no drinking tonight. [/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]

[porsche osbourne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii634/purrlah/bayonetta%20icons/bayonettabanner1.png); height: 200px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]So, take your hand in mine,[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]IT'S OURS TONIGHT[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;] porsche offered a thankful smile to the male, letting him lead the way to their destination. he seemed like the typical "nice guy," of sorts. the kind that had a sense of justice. in fact, despite the fact that he was only walking, porsche was getting the feeling that he was stopping what he was doing in order to lead her to a bar. she assumed that he had been headed somewhere; probably to his home? she didn't really care, though. he was the first man she had met this night, and she would keep him right by her side until she found a more suitable piece of arm candy -- whatever his plans were honestly just did not matter. "i'm porsche, by the way," she started, having no trouble with starting conversation with the younger male. "i haven't been in shells town long, if you couldn't tell." she added, clarifying the already plainly obvious fact that she was a visitor in this town. she had really only come for the alcohol. she would get a few drinks, a few men, and perhaps a bit of money from those men, and then she would leave. that was pretty much her general goal -- that, and keeping herself from being outed as a pirate. marines could be such a bother. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: you're it notes: text[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]Hearts will sacrifice, it's do or die. This is the rebel love song.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN & OTE[/style]

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[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 n/a[/style][style= width: 350px; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px]Tyler allowed his hospitable smile to falter not, for as soon as he was ready, Tyler would turn towards the pub and start leading her down the path. Of course, he would not be such a stuck-up, despite his attitude. He may be elitist, but he was elitist against the weak. And beauty in itself was a power, of which she was in abundance of. Tyler would slow himself down just to let her catch up, and beside her, he would walk, though making a mental note as to where and which part of the town they were at. "i'm porsche, by the way, i haven't been in shells town long, if you couldn't tell." Tyler chuckled softly, nodding his head as he slightly turned his head so that he locked eyes with her. It was only respectable when addressing someone, after all. And with another soft bow of his head, the classy individual would reply, returning the favour of introduction. "And I'm Tyler. Tyler Knox. And I've been in Shells Town long enough." He smiled, as he proceeded on down the path. "So, what brings a traveller to Shells Town?" He inquired, thinking a conversation would do well to prevent awkwardness from seeping into the surroundings. [/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]

[porsche osbourne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii634/purrlah/bayonetta%20icons/bayonettabanner1.png); height: 200px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]So, take your hand in mine,[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]IT'S OURS TONIGHT[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;] porsche couldn't describe exactly how she felt, travelling alongside the extremely well-mannered younger man. he was very polite; very kind. the kind of man that didn't often experience porsche's idea of a good time. the gunslinger preyed on these kinds of men -- she was a hunter, and this kind of hunt was especially gratifying for herself. though, her attention span did leave something to be desired and she wondered if she was only so fixated on this man because he was currently the only man around her. "knox, okay," the woman nodded, finding tyler's last name far more interesting than his first. he did give his first name justice, though; just like it, he operated much like a very contained, reserved sort of person. he didn't seem the type to really.. work outside of a predetermined box, of sorts. he was boring her, basically. "oh, well i'm quite attracted to alcohol. and that's what this place is known for." she stated; her words indicated a faint sense of excitement. while she was quite a laid-back, "no big deal" kind of person, porsche really loved alcohol. she loved drinking. she may have held an unhealthy addiction to it, actually; but, she felt that it only added character to herself. she would rather be a sloppy drunkard than an uptight stick in the mud -- or, whatever it was that the kids were saying. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: you're it notes: text[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]Hearts will sacrifice, it's do or die. This is the rebel love song.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN & OTE[/style]

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[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 porshe osbourne NOTES n/a[/style][style= width: 350px; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px]"knox, okay," Like those prominent neighbours of yours, the name was only known here in Shells Town. To say the least, everyone knew them, or at least, had heard of them. The family of Marine-dedicated generations. Not a single Knox had failed to enter the force, and Tyler was the latest one. Down the empty and eerie path of Shells Town, they walked, the sound of merry drinking faintly reaching Tyler's ears as they neared the respective pub he was leading her to. "oh, well i'm quite attracted to alcohol. and that's what this place is known for." Tyler chuckled, nodding his head in agreement. He was no heavy drinker, but he was a lover for the exquisite, and some of the drinks that were provided here were exquisite enough to satisfy his taste for class. He was, after all, from a prominent family, raised upon the highest of living standards, and at the same time, trained under the harshest fires. He was hardened, determined and refined. An uncanny combination, but one that defined Tyler to be who he was now. A young ambitious Marine. "Indeed it is." Tyler glanced towards her, a smile on his face in clear agreement to her claim. True enough, Shells Town was known for its many pubs, due to the amount of, well, hardy men that resided within the island. It had a Marine headquarters, after all, and Marines were, for some reason, strong lovers of alcohol. The stress, probably, but it was a true claim nonetheless. "We're nearing the pub, by the way." He announced, as the sound of said pub's customers, though still faint, become audible enough to be noticed.[/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]

[porsche osbourne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii634/purrlah/bayonetta%20icons/bayonettabanner1.png); height: 200px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]So, take your hand in mine,[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]IT'S OURS TONIGHT[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;] porsche, admittedly, was finding this man very boring. extremely. he just.. seemed to lack personality, to her. perhaps whatever task he had been given to complete before he met porsche was occupying his mind; perhaps he was just not an entertaining or interesting person. this sort of.. uniformity that he held reminded the woman of -- hmm. maybe. that would make more sense than anything else. continuing to trail the man, porsche made what would normally be received as just casual conversation: "mm. so, what do you do? what's your profession?" she questioned. it would probably be a good thing to know whether or not she was traveling with a marine, right now. that explanation added up the most; it would explain why he seemed to walk without a sense of urgency, earlier. or why he carried a gun (granted, guns were there for protection, but normally a civilian would keep theirs hidden -- not on display for everyone to see), and why he seemed very.. focused. he was most likely patrolling the town. meaning that he wasn't of a high rank, sadly. porsche would love the opportunity to take advantage of a higher-ranked marine; though, honestly, this man could easily just gain a promotion. so it wouldn't be without cause to pursue him, as well. maybe he could lead her to a better target. porsche nodded towards the man's statement, having begun hearing the familiar sounds of drunken men herself. it didn't seem to matter where one went; people were very similar when drunk. they sounded very similar. porsche would know, being a nightly inhabitant of bars and pubs around the east blue. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: you're it notes: text[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]Hearts will sacrifice, it's do or die. This is the rebel love song.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN & OTE[/style]

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[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 porshe osbourne NOTES n/a[/style][style= width: 350px; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px]"mm. so, what do you do? what's your profession?" Well, of course she wouldn't know. He had introduced himself with just his name, and not his rank or profession. He figured it would suffice, considering this meeting itself was rather informal and insignificant in nature. All he was going to do was drop her off at the pub. At least, that's what he told himself he would do. With that, he would allow himself to shrug with slight exaggeration, as he looked over his shoulder. And upon the back of his overcoat would be, in white, contrasting upon the black overcoat, the symbol of the Marines. "I'm a Marine. Just enlisted a few days ago, under the rank of Petty Officer." Tyler announced, with evident pride. The man was proud to be a Marine, that was for sure. Perhaps not the best sort of man people like Porshe would enjoy being with, but it was simply who Tyler was. And he cared little about the thoughts of others upon him. He was not the type to openly chase for the female company, no. He simply had bigger things to take care of. Bigger dreams to go for. Settling down could wait. And having fun was a side-hobby. He dreamed for glory, and he would obtain it, one way or another. "What about you, Porsche? What is your source of income?" Tyler shot the question back at her with curiousity, as he turned his gaze upon her. At the same time, he would turn into a road, and at the end of it was the pub itself, with the lamp at the entrance ablaze and showering the surrounding area with light. A clear indication that the pub was still open for business. [/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]