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Post by Vincent Alexander on Aug 26, 2012 21:50:40 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-bottom: -26px; font-family: serif; font-size: 22px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE MIDDLE OF ME[/style] | [STYLE=width: 400px; border-top: 25px solid #000000; border-bottom: 25px solid #000000;] [/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -25px; font-family: serif; font-size: 22px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]INTHEMIDDLEOFME[/style] | [STYLE=width: 390px; border-bottom: 25px solid #000000; background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; margin-top: -2px; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 11px; color: #666666; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;] Up up up, you can only go up from here, where the lyrics playing in Vincent's head as he lay a top the school, right above the cafeteria. It was no a place people went very often because of all the birds that gathered their and what bird would do on top there. But for Vincent's it was nice, he had been cleaning up the bird dropping for the pat couple weeks and had made his very own nest of sorts. It was really just a pile of water prof pillows but it was good enough for him.
He had been up there all day, he didn't feel like going to class, heck if you would fail even if you try why would you bother trying. Vincent was truly the bird brain, well at least in school, he could never get it right. Everything all kind of was in one ear and out the other no matter what he tried. But out in the world he may come off a little off but he did pretty well, he could always find his way around, and he never had much of a problem talking to people well until his powers started. Nonetheless he had not gone to school that day and accidentally fell a sleep pretty much as a soon as he got up there.
He seemed to have the been asleep for quiet some time as the sun was on its way out so the sky, and there was a large amount of birds gathered around him, and even Night had made his way over. “Well looks like I am just about nocturnal now” He said looking up at the sky and having that Shania Twain song popped into his head. He now awake he just laid there and looked up, just staring into the sky, slowly allowing his body adjust to being awake. “I wonder if the school is locked or not” He though chuckling a little think of how he might be stuck up there all night. [/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -25px; font-family: serif; font-size: 21px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]pushpushing against my skin[/style] | [STYLE=width: 370px; border-bottom: 10px solid #000000; background-color: #111111; margin-top: -2px; padding: 3 15 3 15; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 11px; color: #666666; text-align: justify;]WORDS;; 339
TAGS;; Tag
NOTES;; Time for a fight[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -12px; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]AND ACHING AGAINST MY VITAL ORGANS, I CAN FEEL THE STRAIN AS MY HEARTSTRINGS ARE TUNED UP UP UP[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 400; font-size: 8px; text-align: center;]coded by amiss of BTN and OTE[/style] |
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Post by The Hellions on Aug 26, 2012 23:14:34 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]Lucky enough for him his target wasn't even mobile. Lucky enough that he happened to fall asleep on the roof at such a perfect time, the time with which Tag was currently stalking him. He must not have been very bright, Tag could understand that instantly just by watching him. If he was a more sinister man he would have just knocked him out while he lay cold but Tag at least had the moral fortitude to not hit a sleeping man even if it would mean his job would be a lot easier after the fact. His back against the metal door the leaded to the interior of the school, it was of course locked tight, the key in his possession however. Trapped like a rat he sighed as his target woke up. “Before you ask me who I am just let me tell you that information is a secret. You can just call me Tag. My boss wants to speak with you, so just come along, though if you would rather make it difficult I would be more than happy to oblige that as well.”
Tag spoke, running his hands over his head and taking a few steps towards the young mutant. The information he had on his target was infinitely more than what his target could have ever hoped to have on him. Tag was a ghost, he melted through clouds and even his face was indistinct. Average, completely and utterly, as he tightened a small pair of gloves onto his hands which were pulled from his pocket he looked towards the boy and lifted an eyebrow, waiting for some kind of response. Tag was cool, calm, collected, almost too much so for someone who clearly was ready to fight.
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Post by Vincent Alexander on Aug 26, 2012 23:45:44 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-bottom: -26px; font-family: serif; font-size: 22px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE MIDDLE OF ME[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 400px; border-top: 25px solid #000000; border-bottom: 25px solid #000000;][/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -25px; font-family: serif; font-size: 22px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]INTHEMIDDLEOFME[/style] | [STYLE=width: 390px; border-bottom: 25px solid #000000; background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; margin-top: -2px; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 11px; color: #666666; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;] Vincent was still a little out of it, when this mystery man started to talk to him. So to pay attention he tilted his head, looking at the man standing at the metal door to the roof. This man was upside down in his eyes, as he spoke. “Well I am guess you know if the door is locked huh.” He said with a chuckle Vincent didn't see the threat of the situation yet. This man then said something about his boss wanting to see him and his name being secrets and going by Tag.
“Oh so no names then okay, I will go by Scarecrow then, always liked that name” He said with a chuckle, he was kind of having fun. He then tilted his neck to the side and rolled over his head and landing on his feet and standing up. He then turned back around to this person who seemed to be threatening him. “|Well so what does your boss want with me? I am not sure what he wants me for.” Vincent wasn't really going to go with this strange guy, that was how kids ended up going missing. Plus little do most know he knew just how to get people out of this roof if he needed too, it was not the first time he was strained on a roof. “I might just go with you without a fight it you can convince me, Mr. Tag”[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -25px; font-family: serif; font-size: 21px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]pushpushing against my skin[/style] | [STYLE=width: 370px; border-bottom: 10px solid #000000; background-color: #111111; margin-top: -2px; padding: 3 15 3 15; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 11px; color: #666666; text-align: justify;]WORDS;; 244
TAGS;; Tag
NOTES;; Time for a fight soon[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -12px; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]AND ACHING AGAINST MY VITAL ORGANS, I CAN FEEL THE STRAIN AS MY HEARTSTRINGS ARE TUNED UP UP UP[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 400; font-size: 8px; text-align: center;]coded by amiss of BTN and OTE[/style] |
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Post by The Hellions on Aug 27, 2012 0:47:46 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]”Not at liberty to discuss.” Walking towards the boy more and more now, though he couldn’t have been that much older the difference in their physique was fairly obvious. Tags body was evidently trained very well, his speed and strength were excellent and even in this low level of light it must have been obvious. “He probably just wants to borrow your life for a while or something like that.” Not a smile to his lips, Tag was deadly serious. As the distance between them grew a sudden explosion of powers from his legs closed the gap near instantly, this speed certainly wasn’t normal and in the extension of the motion Tag held his arm outstretched towards the boys chest, though it was very relaxed and obviously not for attempting to harm him.
In the back of his mind a million thoughts, what did their boss really want with him? A mutant utopia sounded beautiful. Brilliant even and he certainly had the power to do so, the power to change the very fabric of society as a whole around the world but the slight hesitation each time Tag was forced to take in another fellow mutant often got him down. Down to the point where he was more interested in quitting than actually continuing on his mission but clearly was rebuffed by both Hellion and his boss in person. His loyalty in question and in a state of near fear that didn’t ever show Tag was forced into this action. His power would activate as soon as he touched the boy, trying to end this without any pain at all.
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Post by Vincent Alexander on Aug 27, 2012 1:15:42 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-bottom: -26px; font-family: serif; font-size: 22px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE MIDDLE OF ME[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 400px; border-top: 25px solid #000000; border-bottom: 25px solid #000000;][/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -25px; font-family: serif; font-size: 22px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]INTHEMIDDLEOFME[/style] | [STYLE=width: 390px; border-bottom: 25px solid #000000; background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; margin-top: -2px; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 11px; color: #666666; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;] The still sluggish Vincent was surprised that this Tag came at him with such great speed and force. He also wondered just why he was being charge at at all he had only asked a question, he never once said he would not go. Sure now it was assured that he would not go cause he really didn't like being attacked by a person then happily going with them. Nonetheless this boy charged, his speed was clearly on another level then Vincent's and by the look of his build along he strength would be too. He was in a bit of a sticky situation, even if he jumped back this tag would likely still his him and he needed to put some distance between them or this fight would be all Tags.
So as Tag charge Vincent jumped back, but it was clearly not enough, but Vincent had a plan for that. As although Tag had him pretty much beat in a straight up fight he did have a nice advantage of his own, I roof full or birds and even night. They were mostly crows, but even a couple other hawks had flown in. So he used this to his advantage taking control of ten of these bird, two hawks, and 8 crows. He then had the crow grab the back of his shirt and pull almost fly him across the roof using his momentum and there numbers to get a bit of distance between the two. An so he would to close this gap as quick he sent the two Hawks after his face, being instructed to claw or peck as they like. “You know Mr. Tag I never said I would not go with you willingly, now I wont for sure but you have really got to let people answer before attacking this could have been much easier on you.”[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -25px; font-family: serif; font-size: 21px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]pushpushing against my skin[/style] | [STYLE=width: 370px; border-bottom: 10px solid #000000; background-color: #111111; margin-top: -2px; padding: 3 15 3 15; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 11px; color: #666666; text-align: justify;]WORDS;; 313
TAGS;; Tag
NOTES;; Fight (plays Mortal Kombat techno mix)[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -12px; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]AND ACHING AGAINST MY VITAL ORGANS, I CAN FEEL THE STRAIN AS MY HEARTSTRINGS ARE TUNED UP UP UP[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 400; font-size: 8px; text-align: center;]coded by amiss of BTN and OTE[/style] |
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Post by The Hellions on Aug 27, 2012 1:32:19 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]The move was expected. The data was correct and he did in fact control sentient birdlife at his own will but this is precisely why Tag was chosen over the rest of the Hellions. His dodged palm strike only made him sigh, before looking to the young boy and without even a smile across his lips. “You didn’t think I had a plan for this? You didn’t think I came in here blind did you?” Tag pressed his palm firmly on his chest and every living creature, including the two hawks that were previously coming for him, and besides of course Tag himself and Vincent fled with great speed as if their life was in great jeopardy. Rewriting their brains with only that thought invading their psyche. His clear advantage in this high night air totally and completely gone. His power was interesting, the powerful psionic imprint that forced every living creature for miles around to flee was indeed powerful though he doubted the boy had the ability to deduce exactly what his power could be just by seeing it. Slowly he walked towards him again.
“This is why I said just come quietly. Maybe you’d survive better if you just accepted fate once in awhile.” His power may have been useless in some situations and in fact more often than not Tag had trouble explaining the use of his powers to other Hellions as they were clearly a bit dense. The night air kicking up around him, a great sigh escaping his lips again, focusing his eyes on the boy who was surely shaken up by the turn of events. He had probably never used his power in an actual fight before much less against someone who could counter it so perfectly.
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Post by Vincent Alexander on Aug 27, 2012 3:19:32 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-bottom: -26px; font-family: serif; font-size: 22px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE MIDDLE OF ME[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 400px; border-top: 25px solid #000000; border-bottom: 25px solid #000000;][/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -25px; font-family: serif; font-size: 22px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]INTHEMIDDLEOFME[/style] | [STYLE=width: 390px; border-bottom: 25px solid #000000; background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; margin-top: -2px; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 11px; color: #666666; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;] Vincent barley had landed before Tag made his move and what a powerful move it was, In a flash just after touching his hand to his chest, he sent all of Vincent's birds away. This left him defenceless against this man. He was good indeed, not that Vincent was much of an opponent being as he was not ready for a fight, and had just woken up no less. But now he was without his birds, and even his best friend night had been sent away by this power. Although just because they where sent away didn't meant he would not still call to them no matter the distance or power blocking there path they would try and come back.
Well he called them back with his mind he needed to figure out a good way to get this man to stop using what ever power it was he was using. But not being a very bright boy, he didn't come up with many opposition and most of the ones he did come up with, likely wouldn't work. That was until one idea crossed his mind, it was from a show he had watched when he was younger about a children's card game. He decided he would have to risk his life to get away from this guy, and if he was right this guy would not let him give up that life as he seemed to need Vincent. So with his plan thought out he quickly ran over to the edge of the roof the over looked the outer grounds of the school and stood right on the edge, facing the rest of the roof. “Okay Mr. Tag if you don't give me all my birds back orI will lean back and fall to the ground and make sure to land right on my head, just so I am useless to you. Sure this was a risky move but this man seemed intent on capturing him so he would likely give him his wish, and given Vincent the opportunity to run.
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TAGS;; Tag
NOTES;;Well so much for a fight[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -12px; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]AND ACHING AGAINST MY VITAL ORGANS, I CAN FEEL THE STRAIN AS MY HEARTSTRINGS ARE TUNED UP UP UP[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 400; font-size: 8px; text-align: center;]coded by amiss of BTN and OTE[/style] |
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Post by The Hellions on Aug 27, 2012 14:54:26 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]An interesting tactic. Tag was a bit surprised by the sudden revelation the boy had. This wasn’t the first time someone threatened death as a means to escape him but usually it was someone far more intelligent than himself. “Caught between a rock and a hard place hm? Fine.” Placing his hand to his chest again, instead of turning off the power however he simply reduced it to a five foot radius sphere around his persons. Folding his arms across his chest he waited for the inevitable moment that the birds would return however any form of attack he would have thrown against him using the creatures would be a bit useless for as soon as they got within his sphere they would retreat again. Tag still had the upper hand but the change in plans was something that began to annoy him greatly. He still wasn’t all out of tricks however as both sides of his power have not been shown.
“How funny that you would think of that. I can’t say I believe you really would do that but in my line of work you don’t usually take chances.” Tag lowered his stance, putting his arms up in front of his face and changing his feet to a bit of an unorthodox style with a lowered crouch. Muay Boran, a style which Tag was very proficient at and a very unusual style to see anywhere in the world much less this tiny town. It was something he had trained for most of his life and was something of a master at it though the style didn’t have a belting structure he would surely be black many degrees over. “I’ll give you one move. One move before I come in.” Speaking slowly, making sure his words were heard even from the distance he was from the boy he was hunting.
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Post by Vincent Alexander on Aug 27, 2012 17:59:39 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-bottom: -26px; font-family: serif; font-size: 22px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;]THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE MIDDLE OF ME[/style] | | [STYLE=width: 400px; border-top: 25px solid #000000; border-bottom: 25px solid #000000;][/style] | | [STYLE=width: 394px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; margin-top: -25px; font-family: serif; font-size: 22px; color: #222222; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]INTHEMIDDLEOFME[/style] | [STYLE=width: 390px; border-bottom: 25px solid #000000; background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; margin-top: -2px; font-family: sans serif; font-size: 11px; color: #666666; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;] A smile came to Vincent's face as he could feel that the bird were now on their way, flocks of them heading back to where they once where and even a fair number of them heading to his location. His bluff had seemed to work, even if his opponent had seen through it, he now had his bird back, he now had a chance in the fight, he now had to get out of there. Vincent knew that if he fought this guy he could easily just send all his birds away again leaving he defenceless again and likely he would not allow Vincent to get back to the ledge to make that same move again.
So instead of fighting he would run, and given his plan even he could out run the track start looking guy in front of him. “Thank you Mr. Tag I see you are quiet a smart man, and a generous one giving me one more move before you come at me, when most people would have never stopped coming at me” He spoke in a relaxed demeanour, sure he now knew what kind of threat this guy was, but he had a plan, and as long as he had a plan he was good. “So I thank you for my birds back, sadly this is where our paths must part.” With that he turned and jumped off the roof, followed by ten birds 3 hawks including night and 7 crows, all grabbing on to his clothes and gliding his falling body farther from the school and allowing in the land gently on the ground, a feet that no matter how trained you are you could not do with out either hurting yourself or something to assist you.
Now back on the ground he allowed the birds to let go and just fly around him with Night perched on his shoulder. He then turned back to the school and looked up for Tag “I am sorry Mr. Tag I have Flown the coop, but I don't want to leave you alone up there,” He then sent all but night back up at Tag trying to attack him. But as they go clothes they would just fly away from him for a bit. Well looks like that bird begone of his is still working, oh well lets see just how long he can keep it up, and how he likes birds constantly trying to hurt him. He kept the birds attacks coming trying to get through, they where not making any progress but it would obscure Tags view at the very least. “Well Mr. Tag I believe it is your move, come and get me.”
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