The Empty Lot- Now Open and Accepting

[Eternal_Slumberer]

(Sorry for my absense. I'm always getting kicked offline and what not. Once I'm back in school I should be on more often.)

Alexander rose from his sitting position and exited the van, his pistol still in hand. His body was begining to become more alert now that he was awake, but whatever was out there was probably faster and stronger.

"Show yourself and I won't shoot on sight," he said simply. That's the way things were at the moment. Shoot first, ask questions later.

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

.....[+]"Nah, dewd, ett'z all gewd." ^.^[-]

.....Watching the reasonably startled man exit the bulky beast of metal, Azai's breathing almost stopped; his entire life force was focused upon sensing every movement to come from the man. Only after the man had successfully exited the vehicle did Azai begin to move after him, and even then it was at a nearly halted pace; no chances were to be taken in such a situation as a result of foolish hastiness.
.....As the lips of the man formed words, stirring the air that passed between them with a skill that was commonplace among nearly all races, a green glow took hold the previously mundane-looking tribal tattoos which wrapped about Azai's ears; this glow lasted the entirety of the man's small speech.
.....Azai was still out of sight of Alexander at this point; he was crouched low just within the closed door of the metal beast. There wasn't a chance that he was moving... yet...

[Eternal_Slumberer]

Alexander let his arm drop limply. He was crazy. Hearing things. The man turned around and noticed that his windshield was blown out. Not crazy? Definitely not. Where was the culprit, though. The gun was back up and his body at the ready to respond. 9mm goodness ready to tear through flesh.

"Guess it's shoot on sight," he said as he moved back toward the van.

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

.....His particularly keen ears picking up the sound of approaching footfalls, Azai continued t'wait comfortably in his hidden position...

[Heatherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr]

A New Begining.
As the day passed, all windy and dreery, Haley Marshall had finished her top selling painting for the new distribute. Soon after her loving boyfriend,Sam, had called her. He was wanting to talk about their relationship, And of course Haley was scared of those three words "Lets be friends" because she was always terrified of loosing her dear lover. They were to meet at his condo. As she showered, got dressed and shoved on some heels, she drove slowley to Sam's place, thinking of all the memorable times they had together. She started shreeding tears. Haley parked in a parking spot right outside the condo and walked to Sam's door.

[Eternal_Slumberer]

((No. Just no. I left this place dead for a reason and your attempt at reviving it is insulting, especially since you just up and said "New Beginning" and started spouting off something that clearly belongs in Barton Town. Try going under the Series/Miscellaneous Roleplay or the Neighborhood that they have going. If you continue here then things won't end well, that I can promise you. Just leave this place dead and go on about your business.))

[Heatherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr]

well you were all boring and what nott. So i had to start a miraculous story, i took place in this forum and will continue. [Yes, Just yes.]

[Eternal_Slumberer]

((As the title so clearly states this forum is for those with a thirst for battle. From what you posted it's more of a sap story that belongs in Barton Town. If you were, to say, take a warrior character and go on a rampage of sorts in a thread that you created or a thread that is still alive then this wouldn't be a problem. However, as I stated before, this thread died for a reason and, as owner of this thread, I wish for it to remain dead. What you, and many others, fail to realize is that this section of Gaia is meant for fighting. Nothing more, nothing less. By saying that "Free For All" means that you have a free ticket to do whatever you want in this thread you set yourself on a level of intellect lower than that of the average village fool. By simply reading the description you could save a lot of trouble and find others who share your interest roleplaying in the proper forums.

Like I said, this is the FFA. Blood, gore, guts, explosions, lacerations, shattered bones, decapitation, and many other things of the sort are really the only things that belong here. Your efforts are better directed toward Barton Town and possibly the Chatterbox.))