| | night life ; isolde ♥

[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;] in a large place like loguetown, it seemed that the sun set even faster; the buildings would cover it from sight after a certain point, and it seemed that the only way to successfully watch the sun set in this town was to scale a building and find a seat on a roof, or to leave the island entirely. and with the night reaching the town ever so quickly, it always seemed that the crime never trailed far behind. thieves and smugglers of all kinds used the darkness to their advantage, and normally were successful in their escapades. however, there were always the unlucky ones -- the ones that didn't know how to pick their targets. the alleyways of loguetown blackened more anxiously than the main roads did, and therefore were where the brutes found their hang outs. one such alley found itself littered with them; three of them were groaning in pain, unable to move themselves from their places on the ground. a fourth one with an unfortunately tender scalp found his hair in the clenching clutches of porsche's hand. he was bent towards her at the waist due to the pain he felt, and found that he couldn't move. this scene seemed the aftermath of some poorly plotted ambush. "oh, does your head hurt? poor thing." porsche hissed in an especially mocking tone of voice. her composure was not lost despite this scene, and not a hair was out of its place on her; more than what could be said for her victims. with a smirk, she released her grip on the bandit's head and jerked her leg upwards at the same time, planting her heel into the male's neck. the wind knocked out of him, porsche's target fell roughly into the ground; finding herself not completely satisfied, porsche trailed him and stomped her foot down into his stomach. he soon lost consciousness. "i bet things like this never happen to the intelligent ones; though, i suppose men with intelligence wouldn't be forced to dwell in places such as this." she taunted the men, adding only insult to their injury. not that they could retaliate; they were all incapacitated. [/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: porsche beats up some guys that attacked her. in an alley. at sunset. ;][/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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[ISOLDE L. GRIMOIRE]

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BORN IN A WAR OF OPPOSITE ATTRACTION
TORN BY THE ARMS OF OPPOSITE DIRECTION
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[style=width: 320px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]if there was one ting isolde loved about loguetown it was the sunsets. they were always absolutely beautiful and they reminded her of home, back when her mother was alive and the two would watch day turn to night while eating some type of baked good that they made made earlier in the day. and in all the places that isolde had been too, loguetown was the one with the closet sunset color wise and she could only watch it with a nostalgic look from atop one of the roofs of the many buildings that cluttered the city.

it was peaceful and after spending a hectic day among the crowds she found herself relishing it and was determined to make it last as long as she could. which wasn't long, because something upstairs hated her and the peace was shattered by the sound of pained yells. groaning in annoyance, she stood and walked to the edge of the roof, intent on telling whoever was making so much racket to shut the hell up but the words died in her throat once she saw the scene below.

there were three men scattered around on the ground and from the looks of them they were muggers while the fourth was in the grip of a woman who had obviously kicked all their asses. isolde only grinned at this, happy at the display of girl power and before she could stop herself, she jumped from the roof, landing on a convenient dumpster below, a loud thump making her presence known.

"well, it isn't everyday i see a woman as pretty as yourself make mince meat of some muggers," she said, sitting atop the dumpster, a smirk on her lips.[/style]
MADE BY LOVE SOLFEGE OF OTE !

[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 had half a mind to pull out her gun when she heard the loud, crashing sound of the woman's weight hitting the dumpster echo throughout the alley. and one thing about her was that she only needed half of a mind in order to push herself to do something; instincts taking over, the gunslinger immediately aimed her pistol at the woman that had just entered the fray. she kept herself from pulling the trigger, mainly because the person did not seem completely hostile. or rather, regardless of hostility, porsche didn't deem this woman a threat. "well, it also isn't every day that i see a woman as pretty as yourself recklessly throw herself off the top of a building," porsche lamented, demonstrating her witty personality. she never missed a beat. returning her weapon to its holster, she shifted her weight to one leg, and rested her hand on her hip. she examined the woman, who luckily had not been harmed from the fall. the building was high enough to do damage, however, and it was rather insane that this woman would just.. jump. unless she wanted to die or something. "i assume you fall from heights such as this fairly often? parkour gone wrong, maybe? quite a dangerous life you live." she went on to question the girl, because she found the situation just a slight bit baffling. porsche's statement seem to call to attention something in her own mind, and she took another glance at the bruised and battered men around her. "mm. well, i suppose not as dangerous as mine. but you don't see this kind of thing often, is my point." porsche nodded. it was a weird day. she needed a drink. [/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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[ISOLDE L. GRIMOIRE]

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[style=width: 320px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]isolde just stared calmly at the gun pointed at her, still sitting in a relaxing position while she swung her legs rhythmically back and forth. sure, she was wary of being shot, who wasn't? but she wasn't going to freak out over it as that would probably make the situation fifty times worse than it already was.

"well, what can i say? i'm a risk taker," she replied easily, her lips turned up and her eyes shining with humor. she was already starting to like the women who took some girl jumping from a building in stride. "yup. jumping from buildings seems to be my thing right now. next week it'll probably be impersonating marine officers or something equally stupid and dangerous. but dangerous is in the job description."

with an easy smile, she slid from the dumpster and landed quietly before replying. "no you don't see this kind of thing often," she said. "but we are in loguetown, city of crazies, pirates, and marines so it isn't too far-fetched."[/style]
MADE BY LOVE SOLFEGE OF OTE !

[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;] this girl didn't seem to miss a beat either. porsche enjoyed the witty responses she got from her; it was a welcome change from the usual idiots that she associated with. not that she minded idiots. especially attractive idiots; they were very easy to manipulate. witty persons such as this female were, perhaps, a bit more of a challenge -- though, despite her creative responses porsche knew that she could see right through the girl. "oh? the job description? i wonder what your profession is. to live so dangerously." porsche stated inquisitively, though she was finding herself tired. bored. her attention span was a strange one; being such a thrill-seeker herself, porsche sometimes found it more difficult to focus for long periods of time. not that she was incapable of it, but it certainly wasn't always the easiest thing to do. "yes, that's definitely what you sign up for in loguetown. hence why i have no problems visiting here. you don't seem to be bothered either, despite your unimposing appearance. you must be.. resourceful." porsche responded to the girl's painstakingly obvious statement, letting her know just how threatening she was not. despite her lacking in the intimidation department, the girl certainly could.. survive short falls. perhaps she ran fast? she seemed the type to have a smart mouth, but not much to back it up with other than fast feet. those kinds of people annoyed porsche. but.. maybe she could have been wrong, too. [/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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