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Post by ESTER on Jun 17, 2012 0:06:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; background-color:#f0f0f0; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:1px; color:#858585; text-align:justify; padding:20px; margin-bottom:8px]Cheyenne's grand Verona city, a place like no other. With beautiful waterways branching all through the city, adding to the magical esthetic beauty and atmosphere of the overall picture. Almost Italian, the streets and walkways are narrow and filled with crossroads and residential areas and crowds of busy folks going about their daily lives. At the heart of the city lies Passion Skies park, a beautiful reservoir maintained 24/7. Trainers and normal people meet here to interact and do recreational activities, or just to chat. But for that there's the Verona City Café, a place serving the most exquisite caffeinated drinks, and also the greatest place to meet new people and take a break from our day-to-day busy life.
Cress hadn't been to the Cheyenne region's big city state, and was excited to see the sights. He came into town on the subway, and was curious to look around once he started walking the streets.
Spooky had never seen a big and busy city like this before and was completely entranced by the sights. He would float around everywhere they went and poke his face into a lot of stuff that wasn't his business, and it took a while for Cress to get him to calm down, Spooky however kept going about in its goofy way regardless.
After a tiring afternoon with a lot of walking, Cress and Spooky had stopped by a very popular café, the Verona City Café. Having been served the best mocca-latte in his life, literally, he sat content on a stool with the view of the outside streets through the large window. His feet hurt a bit from the walking, but the rest of his body was enjoying a blissful life thanks to the mocca-latte. Spooky on the other hand was wading up and down the window to catch sight of the people and pokémon that wandered outside the streets, as enthusiastic and curious that he was about the world. Cress merely let out a pleasant sigh as he loosened his jacket's collar a bit, the mocca making his blood rush. But with all the swirling around Spooky was doing, someone would have to take notice of it eventually.
::gastly:: [/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; border:1px solid #b7b7b7; background-color:#f5f5f5; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px][/style][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; width:250; height:94px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:5px; margin:2px; overflow:auto] words: Quick Narin, make a scene! tags: xx notes: Plot plot plot.[/style] [style=width:368; height:15px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:6px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px]and i never listen to anyone[/style] | |
[style= font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px]LAIKA of BTN and OTE[/style]
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Jun 19, 2012 9:23:35 GMT -5
[STYLE= background: #303030; height: 205px; width: 205px; padding: 10px; margin-bottom: -12em; margin-left: 52pt; border: 5px solid #111111; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px;] [/style][STYLE= font-weight: bolder; font-size: 28pt; font-family: garamond; margin-left: 225pt; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: -1px -1px white, 0.7px 0.7px #333; border-bottom: 5px solid #303030; width: 200px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-bottom: 30px; color: #ffffff; line-height: 24px;]My face, will be the last thing that you see[/style] [cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background-color: #303030; border: 5px solid #303030; border-radius: 10px, bTable]
| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]The luxury of Verona City was one of perspective illusion. To the right person, with the right mind set, brought up under the ideal circumstances which granted happiness and positive thinking, Verona's many locations likely provided a grand sight. Its clean streets, friendly people, bustling streets lush with plant life and greenery, bathed each day in the warm glow of the sunlight. A happy place, full of happy idiots all too ignorant to notice that what stood before them was a mere facade of a much uglier existence. A mirage. The people who didn't see it were idiots, moronic sheep, cowards who simply chose to ignore the disgusting, twisted and dark truth about the world in which they lived.
Nathaniel wandered those sun soaked streets, his eyes lifeless, yet filled with malice as his dark aura escaped his presence like the poison smog of toxic gas, corrupting everything it touched with its presence. It only took one trip to the ghettos of Verona, a short walk through the darkened streets of Verona, under the silver glow of the moonlight to understand what Verona really was; a hunting ground. During the day, wolves mingled with the many sheep whom wandered those streets, ignorant to the truth, but at night, the wolves came out to play. It was why most people chose to remain indoors at night. The truth of the city and its people did not disappear just because of daylight, it was still there, pushed to the back of peoples heads, so why should he be a sheep and choose to ignore it like the rest of the pathetic fools did?
Nathaniel wandered past the crowds, his eyes glaring out past his bangs, hidden inside the hood which covered his head. A stoic expression upon his face, as the tiny Shinx cub followed behind him, close to his feet. It didn't take look, and at a mere glance with his cold, azure hues, he had happened upon the person he had been looking for, the team death member who had been foolish enough to steal his pokemon from him, standing outside a cafe of all places. Had he just made the transaction of his pokemon to another person?
"Where are they?" Nathaniel asked, approaching the shady character. "I don't know whatchu talkin' bout man, get lost." Was all that the goon responded with. Nathaniel allowed a "Tch to escape his mouth, before shoving the man into the window of the cafe with force, causing the plane of glass to shake, and the entire cafe to turn and gaze at the scene in response to the loud noise caused by it. "Larxcen, use Night slash and tackle on this prick, make him hurt." Nathaniel ordered, receiving a swift "Yip," from the Shinx before he carried out his masters orders. The pokemon attacked, sending the goon through the plane of glass, shattering it everywhere. The goon fell upon the table of a light haired boy with a Ghastly companion, breaking his table. Nathaniel merely strode inside the cafe through the broken window, ignorant to the destruction he had caused. "The next time you play dumb, I can't guarantee what will happen to you. Larxcen likes to rip things up," he told the goon.
Nathaniel turned his gaze momentarily to the boy who had been sitting at the table, his lifeless eyes glaring at the boy. "You're in the way, move." he told the boy, arrogantly.
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Post by ESTER on Jun 19, 2012 10:23:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; background-color:#f0f0f0; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:1px; color:#858585; text-align:justify; padding:20px; margin-bottom:8px]In the midst of enjoying what seemed to be a perfectly nice day for sightseeing, some minor trouble had apparently come his way. As Cress took another sip of his latte, his eyes caught the attention of the window plane in front of him shaking. He quickly sat his cup down on the table, as he tried to make out the characters outside. The one pushed up against the window was a shady person he couldn't quite make out, whereas the person doing the pushing was somewhat easier to distinguish. A hooded male with dark characteristics. Gastly stayed mid-air next to Cress as the commotion continued, and before he knew it, his world would be turned upside down.
As a pokémon was ordered to attack the shady character, Cress couldn't really believe his eyes. The window plane shattered, and the goon flew through it on top of Cress as they fell to the floor. Nearby people screamed merely at the sound of the window breaking, but Cress was more worried about his back breaking as this goon had used his body for leverage. His ghost partner, immune to normal objects and the shards of glass that barraged across the room momentarily, kept still mid-air a few feet above Cress and the goon. The goon was heavy, but Cress struggled his way out from underneath the weight of him, pushing him aside.
"You're in the way, move." The hooded boy spoke in a cold and serious fashion, he clearly wasn't here to play games. He was after something important. "What the hell is your problem?!" Cress exclaimed as he stood up, seemingly oblivious to the hooded boy's attempt at intimidation. He was slightly bruised, and rather annoyed at the whole situation. Not normally assertive, Cress was definitely feeling up for a fight. It's not every day someone comes breaking down windows and asks you to step out of their way as if you're some kind of expendable mannequin. Although this hooded boy was after something worth risking his life for, Cress had no clear view of the situation to make an accurate judgment--only resulting in him stepping up his game. Grabbing the hodded boy's collar, he retorted. "Answer me, what the hell do you think you're doing breaking down windows?!"
For the Team Death goon, this was the perfect getaway. Cress wasn't aware what kind of knowledge this goon had that was valuable enough for the hooded trainer to go at such lengths for. But one thing was clear, Cress had been drawn into a mess he would pretty soon live to regret.
::gastly:: [/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; border:1px solid #b7b7b7; background-color:#f5f5f5; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px][/style][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; width:250; height:94px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:5px; margin:2px; overflow:auto] words: x tags: assclown notes: xxx[/style] [style=width:368; height:15px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:6px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px]and i never listen to anyone[/style] | |
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Jun 27, 2012 13:44:23 GMT -5
[STYLE= background: #303030; height: 205px; width: 205px; padding: 10px; margin-bottom: -12em; margin-left: 52pt; border: 5px solid #111111; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px;] [/style][STYLE= font-weight: bolder; font-size: 28pt; font-family: garamond; margin-left: 225pt; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: -1px -1px white, 0.7px 0.7px #333; border-bottom: 5px solid #303030; width: 200px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-bottom: 30px; color: #ffffff; line-height: 24px;]My face, will be the last thing that you see[/style] [cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background-color: #303030; border: 5px solid #303030; border-radius: 10px, bTable]
| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #34242C; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]Nathaniel snarled, ignoring the boy who had been at the table. He had no reason to pay the creature any kind of attention. He was an insignificant spec of dust to Nate. The only thing that mattered was the goon on the floor, which he was about ready to pound ten gallon of blood out of to get his answers. The raven haired boy began to move forward, approaching the floored goon in order to start his interrogation, only to be stopped by a tugging of his collar. His body turned due to it, turning more towards the boy's direction. Nate was asked some question, an angry bark which had no substance to it in his ears. He just heard a sound, nothing more. His hand shot up, slamming into the boys wrist to force his grasp away from him. "Don't touch me," he snarled, pushing the palm of his hand into the boys stomach to force him backwards into a table behind him.
Free of the grasp, Nate turned around, his eyes staring at a vacant space on the floor where a Team Death goon should have been laying injured. He had gone, escaped in the diversion created by the interfering annoyance with the ghost. Nathaniel's blood began to boil, his jaw clenching. He shot his body towards that of Cress, his wrist jarring into his neck as he applied force against both the neck and the boys chest, pushing him against the table in order to choke him. "Are you fucking stupid?!" he snarled at the boy. Larxcen noted the anger in his master. The Shinx was justifiably annoyed too. All of his friends had been kidnapped and this person had helped the kidnapper get away. The Shinx bit down against the boy's leg and began gnawing at it. "Do you have any idea what you've just done?" Nate asked, angered.
He pulled away, grabbing the boy by the collar and dragging him out of the cafe through the window. "You're going to help me fix the mess you made, come with me," he ordered the boy, pulling him down the street as he moved into a run, moving in the direction he figured the thief had gone in.
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Post by ESTER on Jul 3, 2012 13:18:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; background-color:#f0f0f0; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:1px; color:#858585; text-align:justify; padding:20px; margin-bottom:8px]Cress attempt at fighting back fell on deaf ears, as he felt a shooting pain in his gut after being pushed back into a table behind him. He remained standing, but keeled over slightly as he held his hand over his stomach. He let out a short grunt, trying to correct his posture again. However just as Cress turned, the hooded boy charged at him again, pushing him onto the table this time. Cress grasped around the wrist that was holding him down, as he angrily faced the boy that was talking to him. He talked as if Cress had just committed a crime, a statement that made Cress boil up a hit himself, he had done no such thing. Amazing how such a lovely day of sightseeing could turn into such a fucked up situation, all of a sudden. Angered, Cress yelled back at the boy. "What the hell are you talking about?!" Gastly was completely set aback by the whole scene, and wasn't sure what to do. However as the Shinx began tugging at Cress' foot, Gastly quickly interfered to try and protect his trainer from harm. He shoved his round head into Shinx, pushing him away.
Cress could barely get up on his feet, as Nathaniel dragged him along by the collar on his jacket. People watched in fright, as the whole scene played out. Someone had probably called the police also, since this was discretion of public property. Not really worried about that though, Cress fumbled along on his feet as he desperately tried to catch his balance. He had no idea what was going on, and Gastly quickly swirled after its trainer to catch up to him as Nathaniel dragged him along behind the next bend. Barely keeping his footing, Cress was desperate to know what was going on. "What the hell kind of mess do you mean?! Answer me already!" He yelled aggressively, grasping a firm hold of the wrist that dragged him along. He was slowly regaining his footing now, his clothes all ruffled and his hair and bangs all over the place. "Does this have something to do with that guy earlier?" Cress questioned, trying to reason in this desperate situation. Even if he was a douchebag, he must have had reasons for doing what he was doing.
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[style= font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px]LAIKA of BTN and OTE[/style]
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Jul 22, 2012 21:06:44 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: 141414; text-transform: uppercase]Too Bad It [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/s67p7b.png); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: FFFFFF; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music xxx words xxx notes xxx[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: D0D0D0; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]Nate could feel every ounce of his inner hatred flowing out of him, displayed in his expression, his body manner and his general demeanor. It protruded from his very being into an almost tangible aura. A sick, twisted darkness that so many felt they could sense in the raven haired boys presence. Nathaniel naturally gave off such a feeling of anxiety to others in his presence. It was hard to believe that Nate, like many others was once a normal boy, full of laughter and joy.
His blood boiled within him at each passing step, as his azure hues gazed upon each passing human, his malice thickened. With a clench of his jaw, he grew weary of the boys questions. With a yank of the boys collar, Nate threw the ghost's companion against the nearby wall. "That man, whom you so mindlessly helped escape just stole all of my pokemon." Nate hissed at the boy, maliciously. People, there was no end to their idiocy. All they did was get in the way, polluting the air with their contagious stupidity, filled with mindless ambitions and petty thoughts of what to have for dinner, or what they should watch on tv tonight. It was sickening.
Nathaniel pulled his hands away, freeing the boy from his grasp for the first time, turning away to gaze down the long street, which was lined with a yellow brick floor, no road, just walking space with buildings lining both sides of the street. Amongst those buildings were cafes, florists, bakeries and other peaceful, quaint stores reminiscent of a countryside village. The setting son in the horizon basked the streets yellow floor with a golden orange glow, warm and embracing, yet it was naught but the last fleeting reminder of the the dark terrors which were stirring in the diminishing light, ready to pounce once the cold hand of nocturne strangled the streets with its presence.
"You chose to involve yourself by taking action, so you're going to face the consequences. There's a Team Death hideout somewhere in this district, that goon most likely headed there and your Gastly is perfectly adopted to silent infiltration, you can work the rest out for yourself." Nate explained, arrogantly. He took a few steps forward, his Shinx following close behind, snarling in anger. He wanted his friends back too.
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[style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style]
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Post by ESTER on Jul 23, 2012 6:19:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:100px; height: 220px; border-right: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 30px; line-height: 32px; letter-spacing: -3px;]I WILL BURN MY DREAD ![/style] |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 50px; padding: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1;]Thanks to all this being dragged around business, his shirt was completely ruffled. Not to mention his body was still hurting from the blow earlier before he was swept down the street like a bloody harlot. His emotions were still bugging him left and right in regards to this entire case, he wasn't sure what to make of it. Much to his dismay, this hooded character wasn't done throwing him around just yet. As Cress quickly found himself pushed against a wall, sweet mother of god was this guy ruthless or what. He grunted at the impact, as the man's words left his lips. "What are you...?" He replied, bewildered. Pieces of the puzzle were slowly starting to make sense to him, as Nate's reasons became clear as well. At last, he found himself free from the man's grasp. Cress found himself reaching for his neck, rubbing it slightly to make absolutely sure he was alright. His brown eyes trailing the frustrated man before him. It took a pause before he continued speaking, and Cress took this time to straighten up his ruffled clothing, as well as making sure his bag was strapped on right. Gastly was swirling up next to his side, still wary of the Shinx that had attempted to attack his trainer not long ago. Being a Gastly however, his expression wasn't exactly snarling or angry looking, he looked rather goofy still with his wide open mouth and big eyes. However, his gaze was somewhat more intimidating than the usual Gastly, should the little hound pokémon try anything again.
"What you're saying is that..." His expression bore a rigorous front, yet somewhat reserved he braved, "You've been robbed of your pokémon." Albeit alarmed, he could somewhat understand why this guy was so on-edge as he appeared to be. No one would appreciate having their pokémon stolen, it would be like losing a family member. As an aspiring breeder he knew very well what pokémon meant to himself, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing his own. And although this man didn't seem all too intent on crying for help like a sobfest, he was literally asking for it. Well, in his own way anyway. Cress was a bit vexed by the fact of how he got caught up in all of this, not having any prior knowledge of any of this. To Nate he was probably nothing more than an annoyance who wandered in at the exact worst possible moment. Cress could comprehend this, and that's why he didn't like it. Apologies wouldn't work here.
Mustering up a bit more bravery, Cress took small steps to walk up next to Nate. His character now bathed in the orange glow of the sun as its afternoon rays shot across the lively street. He was still a bit hesitant at this point, compared to Nate who was due to the point. Almost scarily so, it didn't seem like this guy would take no for an answer either. Not that Cress would refuse. After all his ignorance was somewhat to blame for how the events turned out to be. His own brown hues trailed down to the ground for a bit, before he shifted his gaze back up at the hooded character. He had understood what Nate wanted of him. To use Cress' pokémon to regain his own, even by force if he had to. Though none would be needed this time, "If you want my help, you'll have it. If it's true what you say, then I'm more than obliged to assist you." His lips uttered, somewhat glum. He didn't want to say too much, Nate didn't seem like the talkative type. However he was willing and ready to help, and his Gastly was at Nate's disposal. His feet then carried him a few paces down on the brick concrete, before he stopped and turned around halway, facing Nate. "...My name is Cress, use it however you like. Now show me the way." Gastly was dallying behind his trainer, his only main concern for the moment being to keep the Shinx at bay.
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Jul 26, 2012 22:06:11 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: 141414; text-transform: uppercase]Too Bad It [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/s67p7b.png); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: FFFFFF; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music xxx words xxx notes xxx[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: D0D0D0; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]A wry smile, short lived in its existence presented itself upon Nate's face, if only for a fleeting second. He was glad that the boy so easily understood the situation, it meant that he didn't have to waste his time explaining the details, even though there were one or two that Nate probably should have mentioned. The goon which the two would now be chasing belonged to a bigger gang that Nate had made himself a target to. That, more than likely meant that Cress was involving himself with danger, likely painting a target on his back. Nate however didn't care about that, the boys welfare wasn't his problem. The raven haired boy turned, looking down to his shinx. "Larxcen, back down, focus on sniffing out the thief." Nate ordered his pokemon.
The Shinx nodded, then dropped his head to the ground, attempting to find any kind of trace of his friends. Yet he was no hound, he did not share the tracking abilities of the likes of a Houndour for example, but any little helped. "This way," Nate said, walking forward. Leading the way, he turned around the next corner, leading Cress further and further into the depths of the ghettos until finally, they came across a run down looking warehouse, in an even more run down looking area of Verona city, practically on the edge of the city. The warehouse was old, disheveled and lined with steel and other metallic materials like a hut which belonged in a shanty town. With broken windows, some of which were boarded up, Nate scanned the area.
He walked forward, lowering himself behind some empty steel drums, signaling for Cress to do the same. Once his accomplice mimicked, Nate would look him in the eye, the close proximity allowing the boy to see Nathaniel's facial features within the hood clearly for the first time. "This should be it. Can you send your Gastly inside to scout it out?" Nate asked, the dark, unfriendly demeanor somewhat diminishing. In its place was a strict, still slightly aggressive personality, yet one which shone with authority, demanding respect from those around him. Perhaps it was a remnant quality of man that Nathaniel could have become, should have become.
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Post by ESTER on Jul 27, 2012 3:32:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:100px; height: 220px; border-right: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 30px; line-height: 32px; letter-spacing: -3px;]I WILL BURN MY DREAD ![/style] |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 50px; padding: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1;]It might have only been an illusion, a trick that his own mind played with him. But as he accepted the hooded character's terms, he could've sworn he saw a smirk on his hidden face. However he didn't have any time to think it over, they were shortly on their way. Gastly was the most wary of the two of them, as Cress seemed to put responsibility on his shoulders for this one. However the ghost did tense down a little as the Shinx's trainer ordered him to stand down, still keeping close behind Cress just in case. Cress just wanted to help in any way he could really. If he really had become part of the reason why this Nate character lost his pokémon, then he couldn't just shrug it off like a bitch and walk away. That wasn't his style. He didn't want to come off as naive, but until his suspicions had proven otherwise, he would join in on this operation. But you could be sure Cress would keep an eye on Nate, he wasn't exactly fond of mindlessly putting his life in the hands of other people. Not that Nate probably cared either way, Cress at least wanted to give things a chance before backing out.
As they arrived at the premises of the run down warehouse, Cress followed the directions that Nate gave him. He took a low position behind the steel drum as well, fairly close to Nate at this point. He could see the hooded boy's face really clearly now. That pale skin, covered with the raven black haired bangs over his eyes. Yet he could still see them, his eyes. They were deep and colored a sort of blue, it was azure. His character wasn't anything to joke about. Underneath that rowdy expression was probably a will to care and love for his pokémon like no other, at least that would explain quite a lot. Cress shifted his eyes to scan the surroundings as well, listening to what Nate instructed. Though honestly Cress wondered why he couldn't just wreck the place. His gym badge wasn't for show after all, not that he would start showing it off in a place like this anyway. "Alright. Spookz." Cress jerked his head up to signal for Gastly to go on ahead. Just so the ghost pokémon took to the shadows, he was almost invisible. It wouldn't have any problem scouting around for a way in, however Cress was more worried of the fact that they hadn't seen anyone yet. If this really was a hideout, where were the people that was hiding? It made Cress feel uneasy, but he couldn't do much else than to wait for his Gastly to come back from his scouting mission. "Say..." He uttered carefully, glancing over at Nate. "How do I know you're not leading me into a trap? For all I know, this could be an elaborate plot to steal my pokémon." He wanted to hear Nate's reasons, and so he provoked him a little. If the boy truly had lost his pokémon, then his next reaction would be obvious.
At any rate, Gastly would return shortly after their little heart to heart conversation. He would reveal an air vent up by the wall a few paces away, the bars covering it were very worn, and could fit a human. They couldn't really just walk in the front door, Nate probably wouldn't want to risk that with his pokémon on the line. And although hard to miss, there seemed to be silhouettes of someone in motion by the entrance to the warehouse. The shadow didn't reveal itself, but it was possible someone knew they were there. One thing was sure, they better get a move-on.
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Post by BAT WALRUS on Jul 28, 2012 19:41:02 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: 141414; text-transform: uppercase]Too Bad It [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/s67p7b.png); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: FFFFFF; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music xxx words xxx notes God modded Cress a little bit, let me know if its an issue and I'll edit.[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: D0D0D0; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]Nate followed the Gastly closely with his eyes, watching its every movement as it floated around the proximity of the building, observing every detail of the building until it disappeared inside the structure. Nathaniel relaxed at that moment, breathing out with a sigh as he allowed his body relax, as if taking a break. In that moment of silence, the words uttered by Cress flowed into his ears. The initial word, "Say," an act to grasp his attention. It snapped in his mind like a dagger to the gut, bringing him out of his bubble and back to reality. He turned his head slightly to Cress, whilst not entirely looking at him directly. [ff0000]"What?" |
[/color] He responded, bluntly with an annoyed tone like he was angered by being disturbed. Then came the question. that innocent little question, oh how foolish the boy was. How did Cress know it wasn't just a trap, a ploy to allow Nate to steal his pokemon. Nate snarled, his face deforming into intense malice, his lips curling, eyes furrowing until the anger and hatred upon Nathaniel's face was at its maximum. His blood boiled, jaw and fists clenching as he fought the urge to destroy the boy on the spot. He asked himself, what kind of person this "Cress," thought he was, to have such tenacity and nerve to associate him with the likes of Team Death. He let a rumbling growl emerge from his throat, thrashing his hands to the boys neck and slamming him into the metallic drum barrels which currently provided them with cover. A loud rattle sounded out as the drums wobbled from the force of Cress' body. At that moment, Nate did not care if their presence was alerted to, he had things to say. "Listen to me very carefully, because I'll only say this once. If you ever, ever try to associate me with the likes of these thugs, or anyone who is vile enough to rob a person of their pokemon, I'll rip your throat from your neck and let you watch your blood run from your body. Are we clear?" Nate spoke, the anger in his voice clear and intense, malicious to the point that the dark aura which had momentarily dispersed returned to smother Nate's presence. He dropped Cress, then lowered himself back down as the Gastly returned to them. "Lets go." Nate said, as he quickly moved towards the building, towards where the Gastly had discovered the air vent. Perhaps, if one were to know of Nathaniel's past, then the anger and resentment for everyone around him would be seen as justified, yet as Nate made his way towards the building, climbing into the exposed ventilation shaft via a large dumpster, Cress would likely understand little more than Nate being an anti social prick with anger management, nothing more or less. That mattered little however, as Nate crawled through the tunnel systems and dropped down into the inside of the warehouse on the upperfloor, which ran around the sides of the building and looked down upon the ground floor. A large warehouse space covered with crates and barrels, as well as a single army style truck. There was a small office built into the side of the downstairs area, with two goons patrolling the upper floor and a larger group of goons congregated around the dead center of the bottom floor, gathered around a table littered with pokeballs. Nate dropped behind a large crate, by the stairway as he peeked down over the balcony to the ground floor, then turned to Cress. How many pokemon do you have?[/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: 141414; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]Ends in Tragedy [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style][/center]
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Post by ESTER on Jul 29, 2012 15:32:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:100px; height: 220px; border-right: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 30px; line-height: 32px; letter-spacing: -3px;]I WILL BURN MY DREAD ![/style] |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 50px; padding: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1;]His reaction was made abundantly clear, oh yes. Cress should've seen his reaction coming from how they met each other earlier at the café, but now he barely managed to to do anything at all. Nate aimed for his neck, and Cress could only grab his wrist as his legs sprawled to life, lifting his body a little bit. His sudden movement caused him to hit the metal drum in front of him, a loud bellowing noise resounding in the area as it hit the ground. While the grasp around his neck remained tight, Cress grit his teeth as he let out a grunt. His hold on the boy's wrist was the only thing keeping him standing. Nate was mad, or at least very disturbed by Cress' inquiry no less. He listened. Like he had a choice, Nate wanted him to hear those words. Although Cress could feel his own threshold about to burst, this kind of proved his point. This was kind of the answer he wanted, although at much smaller scale. This guy cared. And not just a little bit, he loved his pokémon with all the fibers of his being. This guy was no joke. Cress knew that much, and although he wanted to throw his own punch at him, he held himself back from now. But even he had limits, eventually they would break.
Cress gently rubbed his neck, shooting a glare at Nate as soon as he turned his back. "Abundantly clear." A hint of sarcasm in his voice, but only briefly. And as Gastly returned, the two set off to infiltrate the Team Death hideout.
He followed Nate to the air vent, climbing in after him to make their way inside. There was an awkward silence following as they climbed through the vent, though Cress didn't feel like breaking it. He was too busy trying to put his finger on Nate, between an arrogant prick or an overly enthusiastic prick with social difficulties. More or less. As they dropped down from the vent, they found themselves on the upper floor, with a view of the ground floor below them. Cress hadn't seen them before, but now he was certain of it. They were here, the Team Death goons, and there were pokéballs on a table below them as well, centered in the middle of the room. Taking a wild guess, they must have been Nate's. He managed a quick scan of the room from behind the crate, before Nate wanted his attention, asking how many pokémon he had. Cress wasn't in a peachy mood, though he refrained from acting immaturely and merely let out a forced sigh. "Enough to turn this place upside down." He replied irritated, but took the hint anyway. "But I think I've got the perfect distraction." He smirked, and he wasn't thinking of Gastly. Careful not to make a sound, he took a pokéball up from his bag and released the pokémon inside. Out came a Psyduck.
Enter the brilliant duck pokémon, Psyduck. The yellow duck let out a deep sigh, as he placed its hands on his belly and frowned. Oh he was so overweight. Life was such a drag, he didn't even like fighting anymore. He was so apathetic about everything. "Ernest, need a workout?" Cress teased, picking up his Psyduck and placing him a little out of the crate's way, so that he had a clear view of the hallway they were on. "Okay, listen up. All you have to do is run around and cause a mess. Sounds easy right? I know you can do it. Fight off those burgers, boy." The Psyduck let out another sigh, thinking real hard about his situation. He looked so disturbed, yet so thoughtful. Would he do it? Oh why the hell not. With arms flailing about, the Psyduck skedaddled across the hallway crying out loudly, his belly wobbling left and right as he went at it. He probably caught the attention of every bloody person in the warehouse, giving Nate and Cress a good distraction.
"Now get your ass going." Cress uttered bitterly, not even looking at Nate as he said that. Yet, he was obliged to help nonetheless. Where Nate went now, Cress followed.
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