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Post by bree on Aug 26, 2012 6:40:06 GMT -7
[div style="width:500px; height:40px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FFFFFF; font-family:timesnewroman; text-align:center; font-size:27px; text-shadow:2px 2px 6px;]I'm a victim of this day and age [/div][div style="width:500px; height:20px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]I've forgotten how to feel, I've forgotten how to change[/div] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px; background-image:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/o8ffk5.png),bTable][atrb=vAlign, top]
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[/td] [td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree walked through the shopping outlet alone, her hands in her jacket pockets. In all honesty she wasn't entirely sure if she was really allowed to be here at this time of night, the institute probably didn't like her being out so late either... But Bree had realized she really didn't care much about what they wanted at all. She didn't have to do anything they said if she didn't want to, she was free to do whatever she wanted. They could nag at her if they wanted but Bree would just do whatever anyway, she was done with doing whatever she was told. She spent too much time doing that much already. Bree's eyes drifted to look at the items in the shops silently. Why would people want any of these things? What was the point in having them all when you didn't need them? Bree supposed it was for enjoyment, or something like that. She couldn't really relate to that, neither did she honestly care that people would spend their money like that. It wasn't her choice, and it didn't effect her in the slightest of ways. As long as it stayed like that Bree wouldn't care for it. But as soon as something did involve her... Well, she'd fight for all she could. She just wanted to be left alone for the most part, people being around her would only get her attatched to them. Bree didn't want to be attatched to anyone, even though she knew that doing as much would be hard. It would be nicer for her though, at least she thought it would be. After a brief sigh Bree continued walking forward, hoping to spend the rest of the night alone. [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by The Hellions on Aug 26, 2012 11:43:33 GMT -7
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FUCK THE
FREE
WORLD
[/style][STYLE= margin-left: -3px; font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #eeeeee; text-transform: lowercase; background-color: #111111; padding: 10px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px]Alone, mutant, target locked. Dust shadowed the young girl, reducing the lower half of her body to its loose dust form to avoid making any sort of noise. She hovered, watched, stalked, thinking of what Hellion had said earlier about their mission almost being complete. She was so close to finally having a place in the world to call her own, following the young girl a bit more she was merely biding her time. A hunter of anything, especially humans or mutants, knows that first and foremost you look for an opening to end the fight as quickly as possible.
It had been a long time coming. The years Dust had spent listening to orders from Hellion, from her even higher superior. A utopia was being formed for her and it was just within reach of her hand. She hated the idea of hurting people but she had to do what she had to do in order to survive. To not only survive but thrive, tired of living day by day, Dust wanted nothing more than to have a life of comfort where she was no longer a slave to anything other than herself at least. Dust was mute as usual, watching the girl as she walked, observing her mannerisms and motions.
This empty shopping complex would provide a good amount of space for her powers to be used to their fullest. She would end this as quickly as possible and try not to kill the young girl whom she didn’t know in the least. This was her mission, this was what she had to do. On seeing her guard become non-existent it was time for a strike. Turning into a large cloud of sand, Dust enveloped the area around the young girl quickly spinning wildly at incredible speeds. Her shape just simply wasn’t there and the young girl would probably not even realize that Dust was a living person, let alone trying to attack her. Dust enclosed on her prey, the swirling vortex that was enough to tear flesh began to close in on the mutant.
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Post by bree on Aug 27, 2012 6:04:42 GMT -7
[div style="width:500px; height:40px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FFFFFF; font-family:timesnewroman; text-align:center; font-size:27px; text-shadow:2px 2px 6px;]I'm a victim of this day and age [/div][div style="width:500px; height:20px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]I've forgotten how to feel, I've forgotten how to change[/div] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px; background-image:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/o8ffk5.png),bTable][atrb=vAlign, top]
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[/td][td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree wasn't entirely sure what to think as she saw the cloud of sand but, being as she was, she instantly assumed that it was going to harm her. These kinds of things just didn't happen naturaly... So Bree assumed that some kind of Mutant was behind it, most likely controlling the sand from a distance where Bree couldn't get at them. Clenching her fists Bree felt herself getting angry. She didn't want anything to do with whoever was controlling the sand, she just wanted to be left alone. Why did people always have a problem with leaving her alone? What had she done to attract so much attention... Well, apart from the fact that she was a Mutant. That was probably the only reason, after all... It had never meant any good for her, she'd be happy if she had never been one. But that wasn't reality. What was happening to her now was. So she would have to deal with that. Bree lowered the gravity on herself, her eyes turning black and the purple outline surrounding her like it always did when she used her abilities. Bree felt stronger as the weight on her body lessened, it would make it easier for her to fight whoever was controlling the sand. If she could find them that was. It quickly dawned on Bree that she had no idea how to fight sand. If she knew where the person controlling it was she might've had a chance but that simply wasn't the fact. The speed that it was moving also made it seem like it wasn't possible for her to escape it. Bree calmed herself down. There wasn't any point in getting angry, it would just cloud her thinking. "Out there! You... Wherever you are! What do you want with me?!" She shouted. Hopefully the one controlling the sand could hear her. Perhaps she could find a way to... Talk her way out? If not she could at least lower their guard enough so that she could know where they are. [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by The Hellions on Aug 27, 2012 13:19:30 GMT -7
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FUCK THE
FREE
WORLD
[/style][STYLE= margin-left: -3px; font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #eeeeee; text-transform: lowercase; background-color: #111111; padding: 10px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px]Continuing the violent swirl around her target Dust did not answer in any way. She was a mute, though her target did not know this, so any attempt at diplomacy was fairly useless. As she didn’t move or even try to escape the large sand cloud that Dust was now formed into began to close around her target, the violent sound like being in the middle of a tornado, the floor itself beginning to wear away at the sheer force of the sands constant barrage. Against the skin of the girl it would feel like an uncountable number of razor blades grating against her skin all at once over and over again. The pain excruciating and without quick action would quickly become deadly. Her only real choice was to take some damage and try to run out from the center of the vortex, she would take some damage but far less than standing in the middle.
Dust was focused in her approach, she had a policy of no mercy. She couldn’t fathom what mercy would even be since no one had ever given it to her. A hard life had created a hard individual who could kill without second guessing herself, torture without ever feeling a loss of humanity because hers was killed so long ago. She just wanted to get this job over and done with, defeat her opponent and be in paradise. No other thoughts crossed her mind. Growing ever closer finally she closed in on her targets space full, she would need to react fast to lessen the amount of total damage done to her and if she just stayed still Dust would need to make sure she didn’t grind too much flesh from her bones.
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Post by bree on Aug 27, 2012 16:26:15 GMT -7
[div style="width:500px; height:40px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FFFFFF; font-family:timesnewroman; text-align:center; font-size:27px; text-shadow:2px 2px 6px;]I'm a victim of this day and age [/div][div style="width:500px; height:20px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]I've forgotten how to feel, I've forgotten how to change[/div] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px; background-image:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/o8ffk5.png),bTable][atrb=vAlign, top]
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[/td][td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] "Damn it..." Bree said as she got no reply. Obviously talking wasn't going to work. She felt defeated, like she had nothing that she could do to fight against the deadly sands. She let her fists clench and her anger boil over, vowing to herself that if she ever got her hands on the person who was attacking her she would make them pay dearly. It was clear to her that the likelyness of that happening, at least at this point, was next to non-existant. She racked her brain for an idea. She could run through the sand but the damage to her would be intense, why did she decide to not wear proper clothing? She'd be fine if she had something to cover her face so that at least her eyes wouldn't damaged. ... Something to cover her face. Bree removed her jacket quickly and wrapped around her head, leaving slight room so she could see out of a tiny gap. She prepared herself to run, moving her body low and one leg back, waiting until the sand was almost touching her. Then she pulled the gap for her eyes shut and charged through the painful vortex of sand, screaming as she felt her flesh be ripped from her legs and arms. The pain was intense, like nothing Bree had ever felt before, and she wanted to lie down and collapse there and then. She almost did, stumbling for a moment after she was free from the deadly sands. Bree knew she didn't have time for that. She began running as she took the now torn jacket off her head so that she could see, trying to think of a way to fight whatever was controlling the sand. Maybe to at least immoblize it. Her legs carried her fast, the lessened gravity making it easier to move, but her muscles hurt for every movement. She had to think... She had to focus... What could stop the sand? [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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