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Post by Lizzy on Aug 16, 2012 21:11:50 GMT -7
[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 20px; border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dotted #bcbcbc;][style=font-family:Georgia; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 2px 1px 1px #747474; line-height: 28px;]la chanson des oiseaux[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #a3a3a3; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #ffffff; text-align: center;]la voix des enfants pleurent à l'agonie[/style]  [style=margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; padding: 5px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/81xeW.png'); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #4a4a4a; padding: 5px;] "EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE GROUND! THIS IS A STICK UP!"The bank was filled with the cries of civilians and the shots of firearms. A large, yet skinny man, at least six feet in height, had teamed up with two other men of similar stature, and it appeared the three had plans of harvesting wealth from this fine, and well guarded establishment. However, as of this moment, it wasn't so well-guarded. The security which had been put in place had all been eliminated in bloody massacre by the criminal's automatics. All that was left now of the Bank's staff was a single Teller who had been promised her life would be spared and a bunch of cowering civilians on the ground. "What are we going to do?!" A woman cried. "They're gonna kill us!" A man screamed. He ran towards the door. A moment later, a myriad of gunshots would be fired. The man fell forward, hitting his face against the glass door before sliding downward against the screen to lay face down in a pool of his own blood. "GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! GET THE FUCK DOWN MEANS GET THE FUCK DOWN!" The bandit screamed. His voice now audible. The single bandit remained in the main lobby to keep things under control, while his two friends had apparently gone with the bank teller into the vaults. "Craaap... They're gonna kill us all," Lizzy whispered under her breath. Nonetheless, she remained face down, cowering on the ground and nearly in a fetal position of sorts. One thing was for certain, she wouldn't be standing up, nor attempting to leave this lobby. Then again, her legs may be shaking too much to get on her feet anyway. [/style][style=font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: #5a5a5a; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #ffffff;] CREDITS • made by lovesolfege from OTE[/style] |
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Post by bree on Aug 16, 2012 21:43:27 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 she was doing inside of a Bank. She had thought she just wandered into it because she hadn't really been to one for a while, but she still wasn't entirely sure. What she was sure about, however, was the fact that there was guns and shouting. Bree wasn't the most socially aware person, but she knew that guns and shouting inside of a back generally meant that a robbery was going on. Wonderful. As soon as they had shouted Bree did as told, bending down to the ground. She decided, however, to keep her head up for purposes of wanting to see what was going on around her. She didn't want any surprises, especially if those surprises came from people with lethal weapons. Bree kept a calm face, a calm mind... There wasn't any point in getting scared or worked up. As long as she didn't do anything she wouldn't get hurt. And then Bree saw the man die. Suddenly it became a lot harder to remain calm as anger boiled within her, her fist clenching slowly. Though still she did nothing, still she watched them do as they pleased. What could she do? Sure she had her 'abilities' but... Bree neither liked using them or thought that they'd be all that effective. Doing anything would likely only cause more people to die. Deciding watching these people would only make it harder to remain calm Bree looked down, her eyes meeting a panicked girl around her age in the process. "Calm down..." She muttered under her breath to the girl. "Freaking out like an idiot isn't going to help you." She shook her head. "Chances are the'll take what they want and then leave... As long as no one acts up." Bree would be lying if she said she wasn't scared, it was just that she was used to hiding her feelings now. [/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 Nick Winters on Aug 17, 2012 0:50:15 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);][STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;]  [/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;] SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] What was he doing here again? Ah, yes, he had been on a trip to the bank to deposit all the excess cash he mother kept sending him. While he himself wasn't too close to her, he was his mother's wonderful little pet. And with so much money he received on hand every other week to month, it wasn't safe to stash up in the pockets. But the simple visit just turned deadly as criminals infested it. Damn, the boy could only watch as the gang took out another victim. How badly he wanted to claw out the killer's eye. Yet, it was a one shot, if he missed - it would be Nick's end instead. He could easily get away by turning into a harmless little hummingbird, but what about all these innocent people? And he couldn't just let these imbeciles get away with their act. The boy was on all fours, cowering as instructed though occasionally his head bobbed to to the left and right. And then his demeanor changed once he spotted a blonde hair girl not too far. Lizzy, his sister was there too and by the looks of it - the poor darling was scared to death. As much as he loved teasing her , he couldn't see her get hurt. Probably it was time to act before anyone else gets hurt. But what could he do? The boy looked around, nothing of interest nearby. Checking his person, he only had his pocket camera, cellphone and the cash on hand. And then remembers - his name - Nick Winters. The Winters name was quite familiar around the state. Surely, they knew of it. And if they did, they would probably attempt kidnap. It was worth a try to get them close to him for an attack. Without another thought, the boy got up with his hands still in the air. ''Get back down!!!'' one man turned around pointing the rifle at him. ''Hold on, I have a deal to make'' the boy quickly stated taking the burglar by surprise. Yet the more aggressive took charge ''DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME? GET BACK DOWN OR YOU'LL BE NEXT'' the statement made the boy gulp as his gun pointed towards the man lying in his own blood. ''Crap'' his plan wasn't working. It was time to try another, but this time, its outcome wasn't as well thought of. ''I won't'' the adamant tone just cheesed the man of. The second the man fired was when the boy disappeared. For a moment there was confusion and then a falcon came sweeping down on the aggressive one's face. ''Hes a mutant!'' and then all hell broke lose. It was just instinct that Nick acted upon, his original plan. Now his motive was to dig his claws deep into the man's face as he screamed with blood pouring out uncontrollably. His appearance just caused more havoc, he didn't know what was doing on behind him. But he was scared no doubt. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;] NOTES, What? he couldn't think D:[/style] | |
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Post by Lizzy on Aug 17, 2012 1:18:10 GMT -7
[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 20px; border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dotted #bcbcbc;][style=font-family:Georgia; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 2px 1px 1px #747474; line-height: 28px;]la chanson des oiseaux[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #a3a3a3; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #ffffff; text-align: center;]la voix des enfants pleurent à l'agonie[/style] [style=margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; padding: 5px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/81xeW.png'); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #4a4a4a; padding: 5px;]Look away... That had been Elizabeth's instinct. She kept her head down and her face planted into the ground. If she didn't look, nothing could go wrong then, could it? She minded her own business, thus she'd see nothing. She'd see no faces, and the robbers would have no reason to eliminate her. It was just as possible that the robbers would kill all of the hostages as they left. Though ruthless, it would eliminate all of the witnesses, wouldn't it? Then it wasn't such a bad idea. It's what I'd do if I were evi- Elizabeth shook the thought out of her head and held her head down. Her entire body was shivering, but she soon heard the voice of another girl her age urging her to calm down. If only things were that easy. No one could be calm in a situation like this. Elizabeth's eyes traveled upward, where she wanted to sneer at the girl, but she did not. Instead, Elizabeth ended up focusing her attention to what was going on even behind the other girl. She looked up just in time to see him transform into a avian. No way! It was Nick! Craaaaap... Nick could get hurt... Elizabeth knew that, but at the same time. What could she do? Those guys had freaking automatics... they could fire how many bullets in a matter of seconds? It wasn't something someone like Elizabeth could deal with. At least, that was what she kept reiterating to herself. And if I don't do anything, he could die! "I got him!" The third man said as he made his way from the vault area. He held his gun and pointed it in the direction of Nick. "Nooooo!" and with that, Elizabeth's tongue lashed out of her mouth, wrapping itself around the man's ankle before he could fire a shot from his aimed gun. She pulled his ankle, forcing him to fall down and then quickly retracted her tongue into her mouth. All of this she'd done without so much as standing, and now, she returned back to that hopeless cowering that she had been doing only moments before. The man sat up, dazzed and confused. "What the frick? Where did that come from?" He sat up, looking around cautiously. By the look on his face, he was probably even considering the possibility he had tripped on his own feet. [/style][style=font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: #5a5a5a; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #ffffff;] CREDITS • made by lovesolfege from OTE[/style] |
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Post by bree on Aug 17, 2012 8:25:58 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] As the boy got up to speak Bree could only think of him as one thing; a dumbass. Plain and simple. He must have seen the criminals kill that man, he must know that making himself known like that would only bring harm onto himself, he must have known that the best thing to do was... Nothing. Bree braced herself as the situation escalated, knowing something was about to happen. And then it did happen. Bree knew it. This boy was an idiot. He was about to die and Bree couldn't do anything about i- what the hell was that?! It lasted only as long as a flash but Bree swear she saw... Something wrap around one of the criminal's ankles to bring him to the ground. Whatever it was Bree didn't care, there was still one left standing. One person left. Bree cursed herself underneath her breath. She had nothing to gain from helping this kid yet she found her powers activating, her eyes turning black as night and an outline forming around her body. Too late now, they'd see her and attack anyway, she had no choice but to attack... Bree lept toward the last criminal to face him, changing gravity so that she fell towards him. She made the gravity as strong as she could to pull herself close to him faster, sticking out her fist in his general direction. Before long she felt her hand collide with his face, using her abilities so that the effect she put on herself was now on the last man too. They both flew through the air, Bree's fist in the criminal's face, before they both collided with the wall. Bree felt immense pain in her hand and deactivated her abilities, falling onto her back and clutching her injured hand tightly. She refused to let out a sound despite the pain, though faint groans came from her mouth regardless of her wishes. She swore if she ever got the chance to talk to that boy... She turned her eyes to the man whom had been tripped up, hoping someone would think of doing something to stop him. [/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 Nick Winters on Aug 17, 2012 10:14:12 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);][STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;]  [/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;] SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] ''Nooooo!'' the shriek sounded familiar. Very familiar. It was Elizabeth no doubt. Did they try to hurt her? By now, he had torn the man's face quite good. The fact that people tried to kill him from behind wasn't thought of. He didn't think things through. Letting go off the man's face, the falcon turned around. Easily spotting his sister, she seemed to still be cowering while another burglar laid flat on the floor. And then his attention drifted as he was a young lady take charge. Another mutant?He could have sworn he had seen her before. Was she the one who saved Lizzy? If she did, he would be quite grateful. However, the boy couldn't spare much time pondering - at the moment there was one man on the floor pleading for help as his face continued to bleed, another being taken care of by the girl and the third who was getting up. Taking advantage of his the boy quickly transformed into the heaviest bird - the common ostrich. The huge male bird quickly stood over the man who was on his fours now. The three hundred and four pound bird was quite overbearing as the man collapsed flat on the ground. And with one sharp stomp of his giant feet, the man blanked out unconscious. Seeing that the threat was over with, Nick quick transformed back into his human form. Taking seat over the unconscious man, he shamelessly took out his camera and began clicking pictures of the scenario. He thought it would make a good headline for the North Salem newspaper. By now, the teller had probably called up the police. It would be several minutes before they arrived. A few civilians took the opportunity to get out, while others still cowered thinking mutants had taken over the bank now. Nick didn't bother, he did his job it was up to them now to get the heck out. Seeing that his sister was safe - the boy turned around pointing his camera at the girl who assisted him. He took a few shots from a distance, but the oddity of the girl still siting there made him curious. As he approached her - it suddenly hit him. He did know the girl. She was from the Xavier Institute as well. He had managed to learn her name back then as he had taken a liking to her. What was it again? Bianca? Beatrice? Ah...Bree?Upon further inspection, he noticed her injured hand. ''Ah! You okay?'' the boy stupidly questioned. It was obvious the girl was in pain as she groaned, yet that logic didn't hit him yet. Crouching down next to her, he leaned his head closer to see how hand the hand was bruised. At the same time, he couldn't help glance at her face. She looked even more gorgeous up close. And to be grateful to this young woman would be an honor. Her beautiful emerald eyes and sober expression just left the boy awe-struck as he blanked out for a moment. Shaking it off after a minute, Nick went back to examining the young lady's fist. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;] NOTES, xxxxxx[/style] | |
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Post by Lizzy on Aug 17, 2012 11:29:51 GMT -7
[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 20px; border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dotted #bcbcbc;][style=font-family:Georgia; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 2px 1px 1px #747474; line-height: 28px;]la chanson des oiseaux[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #a3a3a3; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #ffffff; text-align: center;]la voix des enfants pleurent à l'agonie[/style] [style=margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; padding: 5px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/81xeW.png'); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #4a4a4a; padding: 5px;]A few brief moments later and it seemed that they had defeated all of the criminals. Hopefully there weren't anymore in hiding. But to Elizabeth's knowledge, only three criminals had made themselves known so hopefully that was all there was. She slowly came out of her kneeling position to sit up completely. People were beginning to stand up once more, a strong indicator that there was no one firing wildly any longer. Elizabeth finally got to her feet and began to head toward the doorway. Once there, she took a moment to look back toward her brother. She contemplated momentarily whether or not she'd say something to him, but with very little examination, she could see that he was already "busy", possibly flirting with that girl. She could see the look in his eyes. It was almost sickening. She could feel it in her stomach. So with a sigh, she looked away and took another step toward the door before- Slip!"Eek!" And, tripping on his pool of blood, Elizabeth collapsed atop of the dead man at the door. [/style][style=font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: #5a5a5a; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #ffffff;] CREDITS • made by lovesolfege from OTE[/style] |
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Post by bree on Aug 17, 2012 12:42:39 GMT -7
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[/td] [td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree stared at the boy who had endagered her and everyone in the entire bank with stone cold eyes, only just noticing that he was from the Xavier Institute. She couldn't recall his name, it didn't really matter to her. She had to wonder if they'd be particularly happy about him using his abilities in the way he just had, nor at her if she was being honest. Bree had already decided that she didn't like this boy. Moving her hand away from him she was about to make her feelings on him vocal, probably calling him something along the lines of an idiot, until she noticed the way he was looking at her. Nobody had ever looked at Bree like that before, she wasn't sure of what to really make of it. It confused her. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Bree leaned back slightly and ended up hitting her hand on the ground, causing her to whince in pain, getting her mind off of the subject entirely. She stood up with the aid her uninjured hand, doing the best to keep the injured one away from anything it could touch. "I'm fine, anyway. I don't need your help." She looked down at him with stern eyes. "What you did was incredibly stupid, you could have gotten everyone killed. If it wasn't for your actions I wouldn't even have this injury in the first place. Think before you act."Bree heard someone slip and slowly looked in the direction of the noise, spotting the girl who she had been speaking to earlier fall on the dead corpse of the man who had tried to escape. "... Your attention would do better over there." She said rather calmly. Her hand still hurt incredibly, Bree was just managing to hold back tears of pain, but she would rather it stay like that rather then allow herself to be aided by that boy. "... I also suggest that we both return to the Institute soon enough." Bree said under her breath, just loud enough for the boy to hear, as she looked around at the people still in the bank. There were familiar, unkind looks. "We are not welcome here."[/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 Nick Winters on Aug 17, 2012 14:39:28 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);][STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;] SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] Nick was in for a turn of events he never expected. Instead of being condoned for his heroics, the lovely lady scolded him. This injured his pride a bit though it did bring him back to earth from his fantasy land. He listened to her opinions and insults without interfering – a trait he learned from his experience with his previous girls. They loved stating their points without an argument. If there was one – the feminine wonder would fight till she took the victor’s stand. She didn’t seem to know the reason of his stare either. And he didn’t want to explain it, not so soon at least. ‘ ‘’Thanks’’ Raising a brow with one hand shaped to cup his chin taking a more intelligent stature, Nick looked up to the ceiling. ‘ ‘’If it weren’t for you, I would’ve probably been a martyr.’’ he continued taking up the facts that the girl had taken down a man twice her height and strength easily and also tripping the other which helped him gain the upper hand. But then the question arose, why did she help anyway? She did blame him for her injured hand. She could have just sat back and watched the scene unfold. Did she care or was it for the thrill of it? ‘ ‘’So why did do it anyway? I mean, you didn’t think either and got yourself injured’’ he took a slightly sceptical tone pin-pointing a contradiction in her argument. He didn’t mean to sound rude or offend her – it was really just a harmless question. And then the boy’s sensitive ears caught on another shriek from the same person. Turning quickly towards the entrance as Bree spoke, it was of all the people in the world – his clumsy sister. ‘ ‘’Ahh!!’’ he panicked as he ran to her. A rather unusual trait as he acted composed a few minutes ago with the burglars and all of a sudden into a panicky state. He first assumed she was hurt as he saw the blood stained on her clothes. But getting closer, it was just picked up by the pool of blood. Usually, anyone would help the young lady immediately . But not Nick, instead he snapped a picture of the funny yet messy scene before helping his twin up carefully keeping her stained clothes away from him. ‘’Eww…keep away’’ he said as his arms gripped her on either arm in an attempt to get her back on her feet. At the same time, he hoped the other girl wouldn’t leave. As much as he would love to walk back with her to the institute , sort of like a date. , he couldn’t leave his sister in the situation she was in. ‘’Brew Wait!’’ he called out before she left getting her name slightly messed up. Brew really? He had heard of the name Drew before but Brew was somewhere between and sounded just plain odd. ‘’Ah…maybe I can help. There’s a café not too far away. We can get Liz cleaned up there and get you can ice-pack for that hand as well’’ he suggested and then paused. ‘’Take it as my apology for what I put you through’’''What do you say?'' he proposed to Lizzy. It was best they made haste - the cops would arrive soon and they would probably been taking in for questioning along with the three criminals. Who knows what those human may make up with their testaments. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;] NOTES, xxxxxx[/style] | |
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Post by Lizzy on Aug 17, 2012 15:26:10 GMT -7
[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 20px; border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dotted #bcbcbc;][style=font-family:Georgia; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 2px 1px 1px #747474; line-height: 28px;]la chanson des oiseaux[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #a3a3a3; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #ffffff; text-align: center;]la voix des enfants pleurent à l'agonie[/style] [style=margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; padding: 5px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/81xeW.png'); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #4a4a4a; padding: 5px;] "Shut up," Elizabeth commanded her brother as he helped her up. To think he had the audacity to say "ewww" when she was the one who had almost gotten hurt and covered in blood. And especially after she had just risked her own life to help save his. It was a miracle that she had managed to avoid the rest of the fight and that no one had seen her. And still she was at risk. Hopefully no one would recognize her on the security camera. If they did... well, her secret may come out. If there was any such thing as karma and fairness in life, this would all turn out okay. Elizabeth stood up completely now and pulled herself away from her brother. What was he even doing in this bank right now? She couldn't help other than to wonder. He had no responsibilities to the family, and wasn't he staying at the Xavier Institute for free? He had no financial needs. "That's fine I guess," Lizzy answered Nick as per walking to a coffee shop. In the meantime, however, she had another thought. "Nick, take off your jacket," she demanded. She dug her fingers under her blood-stained shirt and then lifted it over her head, leaving her wearing only her green-padded bra. [/style][style=font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: #5a5a5a; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #ffffff;] CREDITS • made by lovesolfege from OTE[/style] |
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Post by bree on Aug 18, 2012 2:05:35 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 looked at the boy again coldly when he asked his question, giving him another stern look. "I did it because... My abilities were acting up and they would of shot at me anyway, so I took pre-emptive self-defence. That's all." Bree had to think about it for a moment. She wasn't entirely sure why she had done it, really. She looked away. "And I had no time to think, it was a reaction. If I took any time to think I'd be dead right now. You on the otherhand..." She stopped talking as he walked off to help the blood-ccovered girl. Bree began walking away, going past the two of them, only to stop when she heard the bastardization of her name. 'Brew'? With a confused look Bree turned to face the pair. "That is not my name." She said before pointing back at the other people in the bank with her uninjured thumb. "And I wouldn't say your names around any of these people. I don't think I have to tell you why." Bree paused. By the ways these two were acting she wasn't sure if they were that smart at all. Bree paused again when 'Nick' asked her if she wanted to go to the Cafe. "I told you I can take care of myself..." Bree still thought on it though. An ice pack would be good for her hand, and she was still curious as to why he was staring at her before. "... But fine, whatever."Bree shook her head as the girl took of her shirt, putting her head in her unhurt hand and rubbing her forehead as if she had a headache. "Don't give her your jacket, it's her own fault she's in that mess." She said bluntly. [/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 Nick Winters on Aug 18, 2012 10:58:59 GMT -7
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Post by Lizzy on Aug 20, 2012 12:09:21 GMT -7
[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 20px; border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dotted #bcbcbc;][style=font-family:Georgia; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 2px 1px 1px #747474; line-height: 28px;]la chanson des oiseaux[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #a3a3a3; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #ffffff; text-align: center;]la voix des enfants pleurent à l'agonie[/style] [style=margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; padding: 5px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/81xeW.png'); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #4a4a4a; padding: 5px;]Good call. Of course Nick would give her his jacket. If he hadn't, well, Lizzy simply would have taken it by force. She certainly wasn't going to be running around town topless, and she certainly wasn't going to be running around in a shirt stained by blood. Really, Lizzy hadn't asked for his permission to have the jacket, nor had she given him a choice to say no. And she didn't think that Nick even would have considered refusing her if it weren't for that one girl opposing her. Girl better watch it. "Thank you," Elizabeth expressed her obligatory gratitude for her brother as she slyly slipped the jacket over her shoulders and began running alongside them. To think, she was running alongside known mutants. She hated the idea, but really, even if they took her in for questioning, it'd just force her to bad-mouth or identify her brother, which was something she didn't want to do in the first place. She could never be that much of a jerk to him. But of course, they had to realize it that if they ran, they would simply be seen on camera. This was a bank after all, unless the criminals had managed to disable the security. But man, that would be some luck. Especially for Lizzy considering that even thoguh it was quite coy, she had used her powers to protect her brother. [/style][style=font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: #5a5a5a; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #ffffff;] CREDITS • made by lovesolfege from OTE[/style] |
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Post by bree on Aug 20, 2012 13:27:21 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 shook her head in disapproval when 'Nick' gave his jacket to 'Liz'. He shouldn't of done that. It was her problem and he should've left her to deal with it. Either way she followed after Nick at her own pace, checking her hand now and again to see how bad it was. Bree was sure she could deal with it, it was just a slight inju- "Ow." She went as she tried to move on of her fingers, sighing afterwards. A bit of pain merely meant that her nerves were still working, at least she had read that somewhere. Deciding that focusing her mind on something else would make it better Bree walked faster so she could talk to Nick. "You." She went, referring to the boy her age. "Back then you were staring at me strangely. Why?" It was phrased less like a question and more like a demand, Bree looking at Nick rather sternly. "And what's your deal with that girl?" Bree said she she looked back at the one named 'Liz'. "You live at the Institute right? You think they'd be happy with the way you acted back then?" Bree spoke quickly, not letting the boy get a word between her questions. "Answer me now." She finalized, letting the boy have some time to actually answer her questions. She didn't really like not knowing the answer to her questions, and this 'Nick' boy definetely had the answers to some of her questions. [/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 Nick Winters on Aug 25, 2012 7:12:38 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);][STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;]  [/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;] SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]This probably wasn't Nick's best plans. Going hero wasn't going to help in anyway. Haters will be haters. Humans would always find mutants a threat. Heck, his own family kicked him for being a mutant as he assumed. And what was the Institute going to say? Hopefully they wouldn't know of it. But how could they not know? The news of mutants at the bank would reach North Salem, heck if not the whole of New York. He felt like an idiot as he slowed down looking straight ahead with a blank stare at the scenery ahead. His head was full of mixed thoughts and fear. The thought of security cameras catching the action hadn’t hit. But now that it did – his rash actions might not only put Bree and himself under the radar but perhaps with Lizzy for being a sort of accomplish for going along with them. He had drowned himself with regret and wanted to hit his head to the nearest lamp post. He was about try and do so when Bree caught up with his pace. Whe she immediately started questioning him, Nick just kept nodding as he reached to put his hands in his jacket’s pocket. But it just got worse; his jacket was now on his sister’s person. He felt so naked without it and with only a white t-shirt he did feel incomplete. ‘’I’m surprised you aren’t familiar to such a look’’ he settled for his jean pockets as he continued ‘ ‘’those eyes of yours are beautiful’ his voice turning smoother and slightly flirtatious. He honestly was surprised and more curious on who this girl was now. He turned his head backwards as the mention of his sister came. The way Bree structured the sentence was probably pointing out that they were a couple or something. The thought made Nick shudder and giggle as the same time. ‘’She’s just my sister’’ he stated blandly as they walked. He didn’t want to discuss their strained relationship much with outsiders. He would just be degrading himself if he did. The mutant bit his lip at the third question. The same subject arose again – what would the institute say? He instead stayed mum and tight lipped until the café came around. Nick took it as a break from the interrogating as his pass, opening the little door of the posh little coffe shop. The cool air from the air conditioner was quite welcoming as the running had tried out the boy. Dropping himself on the closest chair, he awaited for his two companions.[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;] NOTES, Sorry for the delay[/style] | |
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