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 Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 10:51 pm
just a basic test thread.
nothing to see here unless you're a stalker of my formats.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 11:43 pm
█ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌█ ▌▌ xxxxxxx☾ Forever we are young and we are d y i n g ☽xxxxxxxxx☾ And they are s p i l l i n g all of our b l o o d ☽
xxxxxxxxxx☾ So I will take away my f e e l i n g s and I will become an a n i m a l... ☽ l o c a t i o n ;; Within the forest.
m o o d ;; Determined and curious.
c o m p a n i o n ;; None at the moment. I've gone a short ways ahead of my teammates.
h e a l t h ;; 100%
e n e r g y ;; 100% Arianna waited anxiously for a response from the other girl and once it came her face lit up with a wide smile at the permission to tag a long and help. It was good to know she wouldn't be stuck indoors for however long it took Michelle to set up the cameras since when the inn was empty it could get quite boring and the young woman didn't take well to being unentertained. Having a lot of free time with nothing to do was one of the things she simply could not stand and it often led to her getting into mischief or feeling miserable if there wasn't even that to get into. So, despite the bad weather, the fact she didn't know much about setting up cameras, and that going with her might prove to be just as boring as sitting around; she was excited since it held a few more possibilities than lounging about this place on a slow day. " Thanks Much, you don't even know how grateful I am." she said in a sing-song voice, happy with her new occupation. She even let herself gracefully twirl and dance around a few of the tables, celebrating the freedom of getting out of here in her own unique way, before stopping at the table that she'd placed her jacket on and she quickly began shrugging it back over her shoulders.
Another plus was that perhaps if she helped her finish setting up the cameras faster than maybe they could get back to the camp soon. She was getting hungry and she didn't want to impose on the innkeeper so instead she just let her mind wistfully imagine what might be cooking back in the woods. Along with food, she allowed herself to think fondly of one of the hunters out scrounging for what would be the meal and she smiled softly yet again. Scarlett. The young man who made her heart sing. She could be content just listening to him talk for hours on end because of the imaginative things he could have on his mind to chat about. The way his eyes looked as they glazed over and he fell into his daydreams. It was just that kind of quality a girl like herself who loved to tell stories could adore, well, that and other charms that he had of course. Their relationship was a roller coaster however due to another personality trait of his -jealousy. Luckily enough, this was a time where they were on and not off due to arguing and she now found herself suddenly wanting to go back to camp even more.
She came out of her thoughts and glanced over at her companion with her light, chocolate eyes as she spoke up once more and as she listened the corners of her mouth curved up into a sly grin and she couldn't help the laugh that escaped her moments afterward. By the look on the younger girl's face she could tell that Much was entering a world of thoughts and plotting that was entirely her own and she couldn't decipher what was going on inside that highly intelligent head but that didn't matter to her. Distractions. Now that sounded like fun. Just the word took her back so many years, to a time when she was just a little girl and her mother would take her little sister and Arianna out to the town square. It was usually during the days where the city was bursting with tourists from other places having come to see the jewel that Sherwood had been. In those times, street performers flourished and one could make a living just by being good at something that could delight a passerby with spare coins. Her mother would busily work hours on end at her palm-reading stand, looking at lines on the hands of strangers and telling them what they meant, and all the while her two little girls would get into trouble. The two of them would take turns singing to a specific person and while the little girl captivated an adoring audience the other could snag wallets carelessly hanging out of back pockets. It was more for a game than the money and it was always more fun for Arianna when she was the distraction. The one grabbing the unlucky tourist's attention. She was quite good at it, too. If it wasn't for the shortage of tourists and that there wasn't much joy in dancing in streets with no audience or reason to dance in such miserable times -perhaps she would have taken that up as her occupation to make money. Things weren't like that, though. Richard was good and dead. John had made that dream life style fiction. Instead, she found her purpose in life by joining the Blithe Bandits.
But during those days of her past she had learned quite a few methods to catch someone's attention and keep it on her at all costs. A car could crash into a building just a few feet away and if she chose the right performance to achieve their awe and fascination they wouldn't even notice. It didn't work on just everyone since she obviously wasn't perfect at the skill and not everyone could be so easily taken but all in all if she could just distract them with an attempt to distract them long enough, it worked out half the time. As she zipped up her jacket and pushed back the sleeves in a way a worker might do before getting down to work she cooly stated, " Hmm..." Her hands worked gently to pull her long brown hair back and tossed it over one shoulder to keep it out of the way. She placed her hands on her hips and nodded, a confident smile on her face and a bold look apparent in her eyes, ready to meet the challenge at hand. " Yeah, I think I can pull off a few. Point me in the right direction and I'll play out a distraction to keep the eyes off of you and your cameras, Much." she said, her mind already going over different things she could do to play her part. Palm-readings, being a chatter box, pretending to be a lost tourist, oh, the possibilities were endless!
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 1:15 am
█ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌ █ ▌▌█ ▌▌ xxxxxxx☾ Forever we are young and we are d y i n g ☽xxxxxxxxx☾ And they are s p i l l i n g all of our b l o o d ☽
xxxxxxxxxx☾ So I will take away my f e e l i n g s and I will become an a n i m a l... ☽ l o c a t i o n ;; Within the forest.
m o o d ;; Determined and curious.
c o m p a n i o n ;; None at the moment. I've gone a short ways ahead of my teammates.
h e a l t h ;; 100%
e n e r g y ;; 100% It was hard to believe that she was finally here. As she was led through the celebratory crowds at the head of her team, Selene felt surprisingly collected amidst all of the chaos going on around them on the island. People had come from all corners of the earth to watch as these games took place and decided the fate of years to come. The cacophony of cheering, chattering, and joyous singing throughout the streets was extravagant in display but also mind-bogglingly frustrating to the young woman as she was trying to stay focused on what lay before her. She had been chosen, just as her father had been chosen when she was only a little girl, to come to Minevica and represent all of Malandaia in the traditional games. His team had come back labeled as champions and heroes for successfully bringing home with them the stone that was so highly valued by all of the civilizations competing. It had been his dream to see that one of his children also obtain the same opportunity to fight for their homeland and so he had trained her to be the perfect warrior ever since she was old enough to start. Physical exercises, strategy challenges, detailed training in the art of archery, and whatever else he thought would prove useful for her if she were ever to gain the honor of attending the games. His painstaking efforts in training her and the hard work she put into pleasing her father by honing her skills had all finally paid off. Not only had she won herself a position on the team, but she had been astoundingly chosen to lead them onward to victory. Many complained that she was too young to handle such responsibilities, but those comments were ignored and shoved aside by those who saw her fit for the task. They all agreed that she rightfully earned this status due to her heritage, overall excellence, and performance in the choosing tournament.
It had been her and her father's greatest wish that she would make it here someday. Yet, she was no longer the ecstatic child who had thought so dreamily about the honor of participation in the events. The world and its ways had robbed her of thinking about it in any grandiose-light or as a heroic journey that her Elven clan once told her as bedtime stories. Her father had passed on and her elder sister had been brutally taken from her which meant that the only family she ever truly had was now gone. She was left alone. In Selene's mind, she had no better purpose left than to serve Mallandaia as her father had wanted her to do. She stood solemnly in front of the ornate stone gates as the rules were explained to her and the team. The last Deyron child crossed her arms and listened attentively until one of the leaders of her clan made his way through the crowd to her. " D'allvanan, Aeric." she whispered, nodding to him slightly. He nodded briefly in response and then stared straight into her eyes before leaning close to her ear so that he could speak quietly.
" Remember the weight of the burden that is on your shoulders, Selene. Let it not break you, but let it brace you for the storms you and your team are to face once within the playing field," the ancient elf spoke to her in a grave voice before then placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, " Mallandaia is counting on you. Zeladis must not under any circumstances be allowed to win. The victors must be your team or Ithus when it all ends. This is our final request, child. Meet these requirements alive. If Zeladis claims the stone, we assume you will have died trying to prevent it. No other ending will be satisfactory." Selene felt as though his words had struck a blow directly into her chest, but nevertheless nodded in understanding of his words and then he slipped away into the crowd once more. Her clan expected for her to come home alive only if the victors were appropriate in their eyes. This was truly a game of life or death in more ways than one. To be dead in the eyes of her clan would be worse than breathing her last breath on the island. She would rather die honorably than live knowing they wished she had. The rules were done being explained and they had been given their territorial maps. The elven woman steeled her mind as the gates were at long last opened and moved forward confidently into the dense woods.
The gates were closed behind the team once all members had entered the forest and Selene couldn't help but feel a small thrill of excitement go through her. Let the games begin. Temporarily, she forgot that she had an entire team of people behind her and she treaded through the trees alone. It was a force of habit due to how often she worked alone. She examined the map in her hands with golden eyes and realized that their base was actually not very far from the wall that they had just passed through. If they kept the wall to their right as they made their way through the trees, they would probably be able to find it with little to no effort. This was good because they needed an idea of the layout of things. What made it even better was that opposing teams would have to come a long ways into their territory to obtain anything and by that point they could be captured. The wheels in her brain began turning as she strategized over what would be the best to do first -- locate the base or locate their items. Neither are far from each other...but we need to know the playing field. Unfamiliar ground can be a weakness. If we find the base, we can set out from there to get a feel for the location of things and the layout of the map.
She turned around and that was when she discovered she had walked quite a ways ahead of her group. Selene shook her head in disapproval of her own carelessness. She was learning on her feet with leading this group and it would not do her well to adapt slowly to her new position. She didn't really know them all as much as she would have liked to and her only experiences with them were the few briefing meetings she'd had with them along with seeing their talents in the tournament. They had all displayed skills, if not motivation, to be there and do well. If they could pull together their odds of winning were very good. She reached underneath the ruff of white fur wrapped around her neck to retrieve a miniature, silver whistle that was shaped to look like a dragon. In one of her earlier meetings with her team members she had explained that she would use it to communicate with them efficiently within the walls. They couldn't all be galavanting around in the forest. They needed to assemble so that she could explain to them what they had to do while the sunshine still brightened the area around them. It would be foolish of them to not know of their whereabouts by nightfall.
Selene gave one strong, clear blow into the instrument that made it let out a soft string of notes that sounded like a strange type of birdsong. It was cleverly crafted by her people for stealth signals just like this and she only hoped that her team mates remembered what it had sounded like. Otherwise, they could mistake it for just another bird and this could end up being a lot harder than she originally believed. The young woman calmly leaned against a tree and awaited the arrival of her crew. The sun's warmth graciously cast its beams down upon the forest and her lips formed a smile for the moment as she enjoyed how nice it felt on her fair skin.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 3:20 am
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX BLAHBLAHBLAH, I USE MY OLD POSTS TO SEE HOW THE TEXT WILL LOOK, YAAAAAAAAY. Kristopher's deep blue eyes stared down at the table but the look in their depths would prove to anyone paying enough attention that the furniture was definitely not what he happened to be looking at it. As the young woman spoke her words were familiar to one of his own reasons for being here in the first place. To move forward and not go back no matter what. He let his eyes close and suddenly was no longer in the fairly comfortable lunchroom area. He let himself remember the days and nights he had spent at the shelter with the other survivors in Juneau. Always fighting for food, blankets, matches, hell, if there was something to fight over in general, someone was bound to battling to the death over it. He could still look back on the way his pulse picked up at the sound of approaching footsteps towards his sleeping bag in the night and how he had to jump up on a seconds notice with his hunting knife ready to defend himself from whoever had been plotting to murder, rob, or murder and then rob a dead man of his things. That world had been such a nightmare to him that being here now...it felt like that was what it had been. Just a horrible dream. Now, he was awake, safe and sound with other ordinary people who could act decent towards each other. That wasn't the case, though. All of those things had happened to him for the past three years and they were a collection of some the few but not dear memories he held. Just as Jackie explained she would never go back to wherever she had come from he as well had decided to do the same.
It wasn't until Reece broke the momentary silence that the nineteen year-old chose to open his eyes once more and he pulled away from the images still hovering about in his brain like careful, ravenous hounds just waiting for the right moment to pounce and pull him down into themselves again. He tried to let himself laugh or be amused by what the younger kid at the table said about the dragon he hoped to obtain and name Dante but it was hard because the headache now throbbing near the back of his skull was bothering him and he only managed a lopsided grin. He waited to hear him go on and on with his excitement for a dragon but instead of that happening he quieted. In fact, the whole room had become hushed and it took him a moment to discover why but when he saw the Captain it became glaringly obvious. He moved his focus towards him like everyone else in the room and listened politely to what he had to tell them. Unlike some others who continued to eat, his plate had been emptied a little while ago so he merely sat there comfortably as he absorbed the new information.
He listened half-heartedly at first about the guidelines since he wasn't planning on goofing off around the eggs or the newborn dragons in the first place. Besides, as powerful and awe-inspiring as the creatures were, baby dragons just sounded as the name would give...unexperienced. As fierce and vile as some of the ones he had encountered seemed to be he didn't believe they were born with that knowledge of cruelty or the thirst to kill humans- so in reality, there was probably nothing to fear from them unless you provoked a fight from the infant beasties yourself. Which he was in no way planning to do since he didn't want to be close enough to one to connect with it, much less fight with it. That was why when the older man went on to explain how the dragons chose their riders that he let himself lean forward and become more intent. The more he heard, the more he couldn't help but smile. A dragon would have to be truly lazy or perhaps foolish if it wanted to connect with him when he didn't have all that much to share. With only three years of actual memories it wouldn't take very long to search through them and after only sharing the majority of impersonal information within his mind he couldn't imagine being very close with someone. There was no way a dragon would choose someone like himself with such a spotted past because why would it choose to bond and try to get to know someone who didn't even know themselves all that well? FIND SHAITAN -- locationlocationXXXFEEL SHAITAN -- HungryXXXHEALTH STATUS -- 38%XXXENERGY STATUS -- 15%XXX
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:24 am
xxxxxxxxALASTAIR KHANxx〄xxTHE RAKSHASAxxxxxxxx DEATH BECKONS ME, SHALL I GIVE IN?
UPON MY END, SHALL I BEGIN?
FORSAKING ALL I HAVE FALLEN FOR
I RISE TO MEET THE END...
SERVATIS A PERICULUM
SERVATIS A MALEFICUM
DO NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES LOCATION || currently located xxxx MOOD || feelings!~ xxxx COMPANY || who ya' with? xxxx ENERGY&HEALTH || feelings!~  Arianna waited anxiously for a response from the other girl and once it came her face lit up with a wide smile at the permission to tag a long and help. It was good to know she wouldn't be stuck indoors for however long it took Michelle to set up the cameras since when the inn was empty it could get quite boring and the young woman didn't take well to being unentertained. Having a lot of free time with nothing to do was one of the things she simply could not stand and it often led to her getting into mischief or feeling miserable if there wasn't even that to get into. So, despite the bad weather, the fact she didn't know much about setting up cameras, and that going with her might prove to be just as boring as sitting around; she was excited since it held a few more possibilities than lounging about this place on a slow day. " Thanks Much, you don't even know how grateful I am." she said in a sing-song voice, happy with her new occupation. She even let herself gracefully twirl and dance around a few of the tables, celebrating the freedom of getting out of here in her own unique way, before stopping at the table that she'd placed her jacket on and she quickly began shrugging it back over her shoulders.
Another plus was that perhaps if she helped her finish setting up the cameras faster than maybe they could get back to the camp soon. She was getting hungry and she didn't want to impose on the innkeeper so instead she just let her mind wistfully imagine what might be cooking back in the woods. Along with food, she allowed herself to think fondly of one of the hunters out scrounging for what would be the meal and she smiled softly yet again. Scarlett. The young man who made her heart sing. She could be content just listening to him talk for hours on end because of the imaginative things he could have on his mind to chat about. The way his eyes looked as they glazed over and he fell into his daydreams. It was just that kind of quality a girl like herself who loved to tell stories could adore, well, that and other charms that he had of course. Their relationship was a roller coaster however due to another personality trait of his -jealousy. Luckily enough, this was a time where they were on and not off due to arguing and she now found herself suddenly wanting to go back to camp even more.
She came out of her thoughts and glanced over at her companion with her light, chocolate eyes as she spoke up once more and as she listened the corners of her mouth curved up into a sly grin and she couldn't help the laugh that escaped her moments afterward. By the look on the younger girl's face she could tell that Much was entering a world of thoughts and plotting that was entirely her own and she couldn't decipher what was going on inside that highly intelligent head but that didn't matter to her. Distractions. Now that sounded like fun. Just the word took her back so many years, to a time when she was just a little girl and her mother would take her little sister and Arianna out to the town square. It was usually during the days where the city was bursting with tourists from other places having come to see the jewel that Sherwood had been. In those times, street performers flourished and one could make a living just by being good at something that could delight a passerby with spare coins. Her mother would busily work hours on end at her palm-reading stand, looking at lines on the hands of strangers and telling them what they meant, and all the while her two little girls would get into trouble. The two of them would take turns singing to a specific person and while the little girl captivated an adoring audience the other could snag wallets carelessly hanging out of back pockets. It was more for a game than the money and it was always more fun for Arianna when she was the distraction. The one grabbing the unlucky tourist's attention. She was quite good at it, too. If it wasn't for the shortage of tourists and that there wasn't much joy in dancing in streets with no audience or reason to dance in such miserable times -perhaps she would have taken that up as her occupation to make money. Things weren't like that, though. Richard was good and dead. John had made that dream life style fiction. Instead, she found her purpose in life by joining the Blithe Bandits.
But during those days of her past she had learned quite a few methods to catch someone's attention and keep it on her at all costs. A car could crash into a building just a few feet away and if she chose the right performance to achieve their awe and fascination they wouldn't even notice. It didn't work on just everyone since she obviously wasn't perfect at the skill and not everyone could be so easily taken but all in all if she could just distract them with an attempt to distract them long enough, it worked out half the time. As she zipped up her jacket and pushed back the sleeves in a way a worker might do before getting down to work she cooly stated, " Hmm..." Her hands worked gently to pull her long brown hair back and tossed it over one shoulder to keep it out of the way. She placed her hands on her hips and nodded, a confident smile on her face and a bold look apparent in her eyes, ready to meet the challenge at hand. " Yeah, I think I can pull off a few. Point me in the right direction and I'll play out a distraction to keep the eyes off of you and your cameras, Much." she said, her mind already going over different things she could do to play her part. Palm-readings, being a chatter box, pretending to be a lost tourist, oh, the possibilities were endless!
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