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Post by fredo on Jun 24, 2012 21:42:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,bTable][atrb=style, width:400px;][style=background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2007/2007116.png); height:400px; width:100px; border-bottom-left-radius:20px;float:left;][/style][style=background-color:2C7877; height:400px; width:300px; border-bottom-right-radius:20px;float:right;][style=text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-size:24px; color:212F37; text-transform:lowercase;]under shiny plastic steeples,[/style][style=background-image:url(http://p7.pimg.in/s8iE.png); border-radius: 100%; height:100px; width:100px; margin-left:3px; opacity:0.8;][/style][style=margin-top:-100px;width:180px; text-align:justify; float:right; font-family: arial narrow; font-size:10px; color:212F37; text-transform:uppercase; padding:3px;]with walls around our weakness and smiles to hide the pain but if the invitation's open to every heart that's been broken maybe we'll close the curtain on our stained glass masquerade.[/style][style=float:center; width:270px; height: 250px; font-family: verdana; font-size:10px; overflow:auto; text-align: justify; padding:5px; color:black; margin-top:10px;]A normal morning, a normal day, a normal bed, a normal house. Everything was completely normal in Fredo's life. Even the insomic paranoid habits were normal at night. The shadows that crawled around him was completely normal, even the night terrors when he did sleep. Fredo of course managed to survive on a max of 3 hours of sleep a night, and refused to take knock out drugs. The paranoid habit was not to take drugs from people. In his head it was take the drug and get torture again or kill people, or relive his past again which he wish never happened that way.
Fredo got up from his bed with Corphish, Amico. Fredo sat up petting his Corphish before stripping out of cloths, heading to the hallways closest searching through the colour sorted towels and sighed. As he searched half asleep his hand met something ragged and smooth. Soon enough he felt something bite his hand and growled under his breath shaking the male Nidoran off him. Fredo glared at it, “ Alleato stop sleeping in my goddamn towel closest shit head!” |
[/color] Fredo's voice was loud and irritable as if a dinosaur broke all gremlins loose. Soon after his bitch fit he grabbed the purple spotted towel and made his way to the shower and quickly getting cleaned up. After Fredo's rather slow shower he got out dried off, put his cloths on and looked at his pokemon growling at them. They were lazy as fuck and never did anything but sleep. “Fuck do you do ever do anything before sleep all day, geez!”[/color] his voice made the pokemon jump as he dropped his bike keys on the table only to make some coffee and get himself away. After the rather black coffee he grabbed his keys again, whistled to his pokemon and headed out the door. Once he was outside the door he went to his garage and opened it. Inside was a more modern style Harley Davidson. Fredo looked at his bike noticing a scratch so he rolled it out to the driveway and slowly started to get rid of the scratch. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=text-align:center; font-family:Georgia; font-size:9px;]made by river of ote![/style][/center] |
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Post by kohaku on Jul 2, 2012 15:49:16 GMT -5
Kohaku normally didn't enjoy being in the residential area of the City. See, the Shiny Shinx Gijinka was more of a loner. He enjoyed the great outdoors rather the stuffiness of a house. However, he needed something to do on this nice day. Especially when it meant he could make new friends. 'Of course, I could always just head to the park and play with some Pokemon...' he said to himself, his arms behind his head as he walked boredly through the streets.
It was then the blonde turned a corner and saw a really fancy motorcycle and the owner of it in the driveway. Grinning, Kohaku slowly walked over. "Hey...nice bike." he said, making small sparks come from his hair in excitement. The male still was trying to get use to his electric pokemon DNA inside him. The Team Rocket member walked up a little closer, inspecting the motorcycle slightly as the tips of his hair continued to spark. "Not bad, I bet it cost a ton." he spoke, his light brown eyes still on the bike.
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Post by fredo on Jul 4, 2012 14:34:55 GMT -5
Fredo walked to his garage slowly looking over his shoulders every now and then to sustain his own paranoia and also peered his head into the garage for the same reason. Soon enough he walked in the garage and went to grab a rag and some kind of solution in a can with some spray pain. Once again his Nidoran was in the wrong place and he got poked by its horn. Fredo of course jumped for a moment, then growled, then cursed as he walked back out into the sunlight that awaited him. Once he got there he knelt down and started fixing the small scratch on his bike. First he sprayed his cloth with the solution and rubbed it on the scratch fixing it almost instantly. After that he put the paint on the scratch returning it back to its normal color.
Soon enough Fredo jumped out of his skin when he heard someone talk to him and move closer. He resisted the edger to pick up something sharp and fling it the blond but obviously that wasn't the case. Fredo just needed to stay calm. He looked over to see a blonde kid. Fredo smirked. The kid was pretty hot has he looked him over. From what he could see there was nothing wrong with this kid. Although he did look completely stupid though, so maybe he would be easy? Maybe the kid got around but it didn't matter. “More then you hot stuff.”
[/color] Fredo gave a cocky grin obviously imply this guy looked cheap.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by kohaku on Jul 14, 2012 22:51:11 GMT -5
Kohaku grinned as he watched the older man mess with the bike for a few minutes. "Sorry I scared you." he said, rubbing the back of his neck slightly. But, then the man spoke and made the younger man frown. Did he really think he looked cheap? "I'm sorry? But I believe I didn't say I was for sale, now did I? Especially to someone who probably can't pay as much as I would need." he replied, grinning a cocky grin as well. There was definitely something about this guy that Kohaku liked. And that was he was a smartass.
The blonde then walked up closer, adjusting the white glove on the hand that was metal. He hated how it tended to slip every now and then when he was trying to look normal. The shiny Shinx Gijinka didn't want to look different from people. Especially around a human. There were poeple out there wanting his blood. So he had to make sure to be as normal as possible.
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