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Post by Jubilee on Aug 27, 2012 0:48:19 GMT -7
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[/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #842121; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -110px; margin-left: 120px; -webkit-border-radius: 300px; -moz-border-radius: 300px; border-radius: 300px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/d9v88.png);] [/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #842121; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -110px; margin-left: 235px; -webkit-border-radius: 300px; -moz-border-radius: 300px; border-radius: 300px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/d9v88.png);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #8F3636; text-transform: uppercase;] AND AFTER ALL THIS TIME, I NEVER THOUGHT WE'D BE HERE,[/style][STYLE= margin-top: -10px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #842121; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #492424;] WHEN MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS BLIND.[/style] [STYLE=width: 280px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #492424; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #8F3636; border-bottom: 2px solid #8F3636; margin-top: -10px;]It wasn't anything new. Mutants would awaken dangerous powers in a public place, or gain a power which simply made them so hideous that they were forced to defend themselves, and following such an act, they were thrown in North Salem's, surprisingly advanced prison. The facilities at this prison were actually made to be suitable for mutants, and there were even rather advanced human-sized and shaped robots known as Sentinels, which roamed the halls. Jubilee had learned to evade them, however. Even despite this, every time she returned they were becoming more and more advanced, and perhaps even seemingly larger. This did not bother her however, for she couldn't allow mutants to rot in prison. She'd risk it until she died, and death could very well be a consequence for her exploits. "Just got to get past those sentinels... and I can get to the cells," Jubilee huffed silently to herself as she looked around the corner toward the jails cells up ahead. Of course, it was easier said than done. The sentinels stood before it, marching back and forth. Hw would she disable the sentinels? There was no easy way. It was all in a day's work for the leader of the Morlocks. [/style] MADE BY KIWII AT BTN & GS | |
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Post by The Hellions on Aug 27, 2012 1:10:07 GMT -7
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[/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]All according to plan. Hellion was stalking his prey closely through the use of monitors from the control tower of the prison. This elaborate trap had been set up in order for his boss to get a mutant with a fairly decent power to feast on. As she entered into the main hall where all the prisoners would be located, the rows of empty cells would surely give it away but the door slamming behind her was probably the harshest reality. From the catwalks above the ground floor Hellion stepped out of the booth, the control tower if you will, staring down at the young girl with a wicked grin. “You probably don’t understand why you are here, why the mutants whom you thought be here are now gone.”
In reality his boss had already absorbed the poor souls within this prison, they were all nothing more than dust now and the sentinels were just reprogrammed copies. Copies that shut down as soon as the door locked behind the young girl. “You are very attractive though, how wonderful I get to play with you today.” Jumping from the catwalk, slowly descending down to the ground floor, landing without so much as a noise Hellion slowly walked the long distance between him and the young girl. Raising an eyebrow at her. “Wow your body is more spectacular in person, why don’t we get out of here and go on a nice date or something?” He eyed her up from head to toe, quickly though surely it was noticeable. “If you do I will postpone your introduction to my boss for the time being...” Staring into her eyes, smiling.
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Post by Lizzy on Dec 20, 2012 9:43:31 GMT -7
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[/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #330066; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -110px; margin-left: 120px; -webkit-border-radius: 300px; -moz-border-radius: 300px; border-radius: 300px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/34hxo5g.png);] [/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #330066; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -110px; margin-left: 235px; -webkit-border-radius: 300px; -moz-border-radius: 300px; border-radius: 300px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/34hxo5g.png);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial narrow; color: #663366; text-transform: uppercase;] AND AFTER ALL THIS TIME, I NEVER THOUGHT WE'D BE HERE,[/style][STYLE= margin-top: -10px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #330066; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #492424;] WHEN MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS BLIND.[/style] [STYLE=width: 280px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #492424; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #663366; border-bottom: 2px solid #663366; margin-top: -10px;]It wasn't anything new. Mutants would awaken dangerous powers in a public place, or gain a power which simply made them so hideous that they were forced to defend themselves, and following such an act, they were thrown in North Salem's, surprisingly advanced prison. The facilities at this prison were actually made to be suitable for mutants, and there were even rather advanced human-sized and shaped robots known as Sentinels, which roamed the halls. Jubilee had learned to evade them, however. Even despite this, every time she returned they were becoming more and more advanced, and perhaps even seemingly larger. This did not bother her however, for she couldn't allow mutants to rot in prison. She'd risk it until she died, and death could very well be a consequence for her exploits. "Just got to get past those sentinels... and I can get to the cells," Jubilee huffed silently to herself as she looked around the corner toward the jails cells up ahead. Of course, it was easier said than done. The sentinels stood before it, marching back and forth. Hw would she disable the sentinels? There was no easy way. It was all in a day's work for the leader of the Morlocks. [/style] MADE BY KIWII AT BTN & GS | |
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