[o] let me show you how it's done

[aerion leblanc]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzju29VxIR1r9g6hvo2_100.png')][atrb=style, border: 1px dotted #D7E0E3] [style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; border-left: 14px solid #D7E0E3; border-bottom: 1px solid #D7E0E3][style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; border-right: 10px solid #D7E0E3]BUT BIG ENOUGH TO CUT ME[/style]Aerion blinked as she stood in the middle of a crowd, the people parting like fish in a river. She was swimming upstream, but it wasn't really a struggle. Her eyes flickered back and forth, taking in every single face that passed her, watching, waiting- there. She spotted her target, slowly making his way towards her with a lazy stroll. Aerie tilted upwards on her toes and began, her body twisting into a a routine of dance, gracefully moving to a tune only she could hear. A ring formed around her, people gazing in awe at her movements, and she could see the target joining in, observing her like everyone else. Her green eyes closed for a moment and she jumped up, high, high into the air before performing a perfect flip. She landed before the target, only to pause as a body stepped between the two. Aerion frowned as the target stepped away, merging back into the passing crowd. She ended her routine early, taking a bow with her arm extended out and straightened up as the crowd clapped and threw some coins. As the ring of people dispersed, Aerie turned to glare uncharacteristically at the person who had caused her to lose her target. Nobody got in the way of a hit.[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe; border-bottom: 30px solid #fefefe; margin-right: 5px] [style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; margin-top: 5px]TOO SMALL TO MATTER[/style] [style=border-top: 1px solid #D7E0E3; font-family: georgia; font-size: 6pt; padding-top: 10px; text-transform: uppercase]coded by mtqc of ote[/style] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 54pt; color: #D7E0E3; z-index: 1000; margin-left: 80px]}[/style] [style=background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px; margin-top: -65px]COME AT ME![/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]TAG: ANYONE[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]STATUS: ONGOING[/style][/style]

[VALDUS ALCANDOR]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 400px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: url('http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z435/CyanideCandie/Other/background03.png');][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 9px; background: #FFFFFF; float: right; border: #FF8585 5px solid; margin-top: 10px;"] [/style] [STYLE= width: 380px; font-family: lucida sans; color: #FFFFFF; font-size:16px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: #FFFF99 2px 0px 2px;"]★ DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN[/style][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 85px; overflow: auto;]DID YOU MAKE IT TO THE MILKY WAY TO SEE THE LIGHTS ALL FADED, AND THAT HEAVEN IS OVERRATED? TELL ME, DID YOU FALL FOR A SHOOTING STAR? ONE WITHOUT A PERMANENT SCAR, AND DID YOU MISS ME WHILE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR YOURSELF OUT THERE? [/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 250px; overflow: auto;]Rotten vegetables, sweat, and the stench of vomit. Valdus always seemed to pick these smells up in the shopping district and he didn't know why. Perhaps it was his pessimism that got in the way of things? Perhaps. The albino male shrugged to himself, pushing past crowds of people just standing around looking at wares. Quite frankly, they were a waste of his time, everything here was just a waste of his time-- except the cake store, of course. He could feel his heart pounding most excitedly at the prospect of buying a strawberry sponge cake. That heavenly goodness, soft and sweet-- sometimes sour, depending on the quality. Valdus loved everything about that particular store's selection of strawberry cakes. It was one of the few things he cared about in Namimori. Leisurely, Valdus continued on his way to the cake store, stopping once or twice to check out the occasional pet store or bakery. In all his days in Namimori Valdus had yet to find anything that changed overtime at the shopping district. It was always the same old same old, people shouting slogans and handing out flyers-- children spilling ice-cream on some unfortunate man's business suit… Valdus rolled his eyes, 'Same old same old, boring pestilent things,' The albino male turned left at a junction, swiftly swerving away from an open manhole and almost smack-dab into a crowd of awed people. 'Wait, a crowd of awed people…?' Valdus blinked, peeling himself away from the back of some large man. Was there some performance going on? A street act, right here, at this time of day? Absurd. Valdus glanced behind him, just in time to see an unfortunate man slip and fall into the manhole, 'Someone should close that,' He thought absent-mindedly, turning back to watch the performance. Acrobatics? Dance? "Out of my way," Valdus growled, pushing past spectators with moderate ease. He didn't care about the routine, or whatever magic this woman was using to attract customers. People were crowding, blocking the way, and they must be scattered to keep the balance. Without even looking Valdus pushed his way past everyone, turning the crowd back to their shopping duties-- only to turn again and find an unpleasant glare, aimed right at him. This street performer was really asking for it. The glare, the blocking of his path, it was enough to make Valdus' blood boil. Pointedly, he glared right back at the girl, pupils but a small dot inside the masses of white that are his eyes, "You." He growled, tone low enough to sound like an angry dog ready to pounce. "You know there's a 0.0000000001% chance of killing people with the evil eye, right? Meaning by glaring at me you wanted to kill me, right? Meaning whatever I do to you will be a justified self-defense, right!?" The albino male nearly threw a punch right then and there-- but then some innate instinct stopped him. Why? Was this girl something more than she seems? It's not a surprise, considering the amount of weirdoes and freaks Valdus met in the past few weeks. Attacking him because he was 'mafioso'… whatever that is. "Pest!" Valdus ignored his gut, and threw a punch anyway. Girl or not, she tried to kill him with the evil eye. It's self-defense.[/style] [STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid;]WORDS: ### } { TAGS: Nicolove. NOTES: Herp Herp troll logic. [/style][STYLE= font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; text-align: center; color: #FFFFFF;]☆ MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ☆[/style]

[aerion leblanc]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzju29VxIR1r9g6hvo2_100.png')][atrb=style, border: 1px dotted #D7E0E3] [style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; border-left: 14px solid #D7E0E3; border-bottom: 1px solid #D7E0E3][style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; border-right: 10px solid #D7E0E3]BUT BIG ENOUGH TO CUT ME[/style] Whoa. Whoa there. Aerion raised an eyebrow, her glare dissipating into more of a confused expression. All she did was glare at the guy - was glaring at someone considered offensive in Japan? It wasn't the last time she had checked, but inwardly she resolved not to glare at someone ever again. She stared at the fired up male as he growled at her, saying something about justified self-defense and whatnot. His logic was seriously messed up, in Aerie's opinion, and as he threw a punch at her jaw, all she could think of at the moment was- 'Hold up, we got a badass in here.' -to dodge. She blinked and twisted her body around to the side, letting the fist slide an inch before her face. Her green eyes took in the sight with an experienced look, and she reached out, grasping the male's wrist with practiced ease and, using the momentum of his punch, pulled him forward and away from her. Aerion blinked again, her expression neutral as she gazed at the hot-headed male. "....I only glared at you," she stated with a frown. "I'm afraid that your logic is quite invalid."[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe; border-bottom: 30px solid #fefefe; margin-right: 5px] [style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; margin-top: 5px]TOO SMALL TO MATTER[/style] [style=border-top: 1px solid #D7E0E3; font-family: georgia; font-size: 6pt; padding-top: 10px; text-transform: uppercase]coded by mtqc of ote[/style] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 54pt; color: #D7E0E3; z-index: 1000; margin-left: 80px]}[/style] [style=background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px; margin-top: -65px]COUNTER-TROLL[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]TAG: VALDUS![/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]STATUS: ONGOING[/style][/style]

[VALDUS ALCANDOR]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 400px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: url('http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z435/CyanideCandie/Other/background03.png');][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 9px; background: #FFFFFF; float: right; border: #FF8585 5px solid; margin-top: 10px;"] [/style] [STYLE= width: 380px; font-family: lucida sans; color: #FFFFFF; font-size:16px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: #FFFF99 2px 0px 2px;"]★ DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN[/style][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 85px; overflow: auto;]DID YOU MAKE IT TO THE MILKY WAY TO SEE THE LIGHTS ALL FADED, AND THAT HEAVEN IS OVERRATED? TELL ME, DID YOU FALL FOR A SHOOTING STAR? ONE WITHOUT A PERMANENT SCAR, AND DID YOU MISS ME WHILE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR YOURSELF OUT THERE? [/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 250px; overflow: auto;]'God damn it, not this one too.' Valdus thought to himself as his wrist was grabbed and pulled forward, stumbling along with it. It seems like half the people he met in Namimori were either martial artists or people with some seriously enhanced reflexes. It's like the entire city is hopped up on steroids and other bodily augmenting substances. Valdus already forgot the last time he landed a good solid punch to someone's jaw… No wait, that was last night when someone tried to mug him. Forget it. The albino male had indifference painted all over his face even as he stumbled. Expertly he let his hands slip from the other's grasp and fall to the floor, performing a brief handstand before landing on his feet again. Thinking that they were still in the middle of a show several bystanders clapped enthusiastically, but a prompt glare from Valdus quickly got them moving back into their personal routines. "Stupid," Valdus mumbled to himself, rubbing his wrist as if to clean it from the girl's touch. Swiftly, his eyes moved up to pointedly stare at the girl, eyebrows clashing together to form a most unamused frown. When she spoke, Valdus huffed, turning his head to avoid eye contact in a most disrespectful manner. "I'm afraid that your logic is quite invalid." "You are invalid." Valdus answered glibly, crossing arms over his chest to signal defiance. With another brief glance at the girl Valdus added, "-- and undoubtedly abnormal. Why can't I ever punch someone normal?" The albino spoke to no one in particular, staring absent-mindedly at the shops that lined the streets. Some shopkeepers were noticeably avoiding Valdus' eye contact. Had he met them before? The male wouldn't be able to remember. He had trashed so many stores on this street he couldn't keep count. "You were crowding up the street," Valdus took tentatively small steps towards the other until the distance between them was barely a few feet, "Next time, take whatever you were about to do… and do it in a dark alleyway." Valdus spoke with a clipped monotone voice, hand waving dismissively in the air. Whatever this girl was doing, she was doing it in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not many people counter Valdus' punches, and the people who do? Well, Valdus would then know that they weren't part of the common rabble. "So, what are you?" Valdus pondered as if he had met thousands of weirdoes the same day, counting off all the strange occupations he discovered within Namimori so far. Heck, he even met a hitman in the residential district. What is wrong with the world today? "Russian spy? Assassin? Exiled princess of some Arabian country?" Valdus counted the options off with his fingers. Then finally, he asked the same question the hitman he met in the residential district asked him, "Street punk…? Or… Mafioso?"[/style] [STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid;]WORDS: ### } { TAGS: Nicolove. NOTES: Counter-Counter-Troll. [/style][STYLE= font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; text-align: center; color: #FFFFFF;]☆ MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ☆[/style]

[aerion leblanc]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzju29VxIR1r9g6hvo2_100.png')][atrb=style, border: 1px dotted #D7E0E3] [style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; border-left: 14px solid #D7E0E3; border-bottom: 1px solid #D7E0E3][style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; border-right: 10px solid #D7E0E3]BUT BIG ENOUGH TO CUT ME[/style] Aerie furrowed her eyebrows once more at the male's words and tilted her head to the side slightly, a bit confused. "Don't you mean...." She didn't finish her sentence just in case the guy got all fired up again (not that he wasn't already). '....don't you mean try to punch, since it seems like he isn't succeeding in hitting?' A frown pulled at her mouth again, and she crossed her arms in unusual defiance. "I can't exactly make money in an alleyway," Aerie muttered quietly, which was somewhat true. She was to be paid for the hit, and it was a large amount of money as well. An annoyed expression took over her usually emotionless features; just thinking about losing a good opportunity made her irritated. She'd have to scout around for the target again. "So, what are you?" Aerie was finding this male to be very annoying. "Not rude, that's for sure," she muttered under her breath, wishing that Matchbox was out so she could have some rain flames. The hitman usually didn't get riled up so easily, but this guy was just pushing her buttons. "Street punk…? Or… Mafioso?" The last option caught her off guard for a split second, and her eyes flashed briefly before the look was gone. 'He couldn't be....could he?' Aerie narrowed her eyes, but said nonchalantly, "It's apparently rude to ask for somebody else's identity before giving your own." She actually wasn't sure, but it drew them away from the topic of the mafia.[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe; border-bottom: 30px solid #fefefe; margin-right: 5px] [style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; margin-top: 5px]TOO SMALL TO MATTER[/style] [style=border-top: 1px solid #D7E0E3; font-family: georgia; font-size: 6pt; padding-top: 10px; text-transform: uppercase]coded by mtqc of ote[/style] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 54pt; color: #D7E0E3; z-index: 1000; margin-left: 80px]}[/style] [style=background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px; margin-top: -65px]IDE-[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]TAG: VALDUS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]STATUS: ONGOING[/style][/style]

[VALDUS ALCANDOR]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 400px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: url('http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z435/CyanideCandie/Other/background03.png');][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 9px; background: #FFFFFF; float: right; border: #FF8585 5px solid; margin-top: 10px;"] [/style] [STYLE= width: 380px; font-family: lucida sans; color: #FFFFFF; font-size:16px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: #FFFF99 2px 0px 2px;"]★ DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN[/style][STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 85px; overflow: auto;]DID YOU MAKE IT TO THE MILKY WAY TO SEE THE LIGHTS ALL FADED, AND THAT HEAVEN IS OVERRATED? TELL ME, DID YOU FALL FOR A SHOOTING STAR? ONE WITHOUT A PERMANENT SCAR, AND DID YOU MISS ME WHILE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR YOURSELF OUT THERE? [/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; height: 250px; overflow: auto;]"It's apparently rude to ask for somebody else's identity before giving your own." "It's apparently apparent that I don't care." Valdus retorted sharply, his patience nearing its end. So many weirdoes, so little time. If only he could muster the energy to even care about beating the faces of many morons in the streets to a pulpy mess right now. Sighing in defeat and holding a hand to his face Valdus spoke, voice quiet and venomous as it always has been, "Valdus Alcandor, from Athens. I'm a transfer student and--" He stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to think about all the ridiculous information fed into his brain weeks ago. Mafiosos, dealings, underground dark shit can just go and pump themselves full of lead. He'll stay comfortably unaware on the surface as long as he possibly can. "-- nothing else." "Now that I've introduced myself, it's your turn." Valdus spoke authoritatively, hand removing itself from his face and retreating back into his hoodie pockets. The strange feeling he had about this girl from earlier had not yet disappeared-- much to the albino male's distaste. The way she acrobatically jumped in front of so many people was-- abnormal, even for a professional, "No one is normal anymore," Valdus spoke to himself, glancing away from the girl to run his gaze over everyone on the street. Punk teenagers, emo kids, workaholic husbands, desperate housewives (/shot), everyone has a prefix added to their title nowadays. Everyone is unique, but not-- somehow at the same time. Valdus hated Namimori. So, so much.[/style] [STYLE= text-align: center; padding: 05px; background: #FFFFFF; font-family: lucida sans; font-size: 10px; color: #2E2E2E; border-bottom: #FF8585 3px solid; border-top: #FF8585 3px solid; border-left: #5CD6D6 3px solid; border-right: #5CD6D6 3px solid;]WORDS: ### } { TAGS: Nicolove. NOTES: AWSHIET. [/style][STYLE= font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; text-align: center; color: #FFFFFF;]☆ MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ☆[/style]