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- Liam Catori - 10-13-2011 [html] Liam is in his Optime form. Set on October 10th. ↔ 611 words
.orangeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; padding-left:30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#984b12;} .orangeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:10px;} .orangeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#5c0c15; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif;} .orangeliam {background-color:#fd7f3b; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/288a50.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #feaa50; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#984b12; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; padding:20px 0px 425px 0px; } .orangeliam-border {width:500px; border:1px solid #5c0c15; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Jackson Acidic - 10-13-2011 [html] Hello! / wc:473 It had seemed like ages since Jackson had wandered out west to check out the city ruins—ages in fact since he had last left Anatheman lands, even. For some time the boy had been caught up in traipsing about the pack territory, but now it felt like it was time for something fresh. So he’d grabbed his raven skull-topped staff slipped away from the mountain-dwelling community for a time and made his way out to Halifax. He’d only been out to the city once before, but that one time had been enough for Jackson to learn that it was a veritable treasure trove of strange items and interesting places to explore. His little trip here today seemed to be reinforcing that idea, and as he walked down one city block he was having difficulty deciding on just one place to search around at a time. The boutique had been one of the smaller buildings on the block, and it was for that reason that the boy found himself drawn to it. He wanted to get a good look around this part of the city from a higher vantage point and he figured the smaller building would be easiest to climb up. So he’d circled around the structure in search of some way up. In the back of the little boutique he found a small dumpster that proved perfect for giving him the leverage he needed. He scrambled on top of it, tossed his staff up to the roof, and without much struggle, he hauled himself up onto the roof after it. The concrete slat that covered the roof seemed to have stood up well to the test of time, much to Jackson’s relief. The last thing he needed was to fall through and break a leg or something. One corner of the roof did sport a worrisome crack that declared that it probably wasn’t as sturdy as he had first assumed. But the Acidic boy avoided it, choosing to assume that if he kept his distance it would prove harmless. Cerulean eyes took in the sights of the city from his new vantage point. He could see farther than before, witnessing distant streets and buildings from this unique angle. Maybe he could spot some place interesting to check out from here. And sure enough, he did find something interesting. It wasn’t one of the city’s unique features that caught his eye, however; there was a distinctly canine figure traveling down the street toward his location. Jackson crept silently toward the front of the building to get a better look at the stranger. The brown-furred figure stopped suddenly while approaching and began looking about in apprehension. Jackson crouched near the edge of the roof, a broad grin spreading on his features as he stared down at the stranger. Hey there, he called out. .jackacid b {font-weight:bold; color:#747478; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #080824; } .jackacid p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jackacid {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#1c2941; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/2v7hs.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3f4e62; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jackacid p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jackacid p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Liam Catori - 10-13-2011 [html] ♥ I think I love Jackson. ↔ 381 words
.orangeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; padding-left:30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#984b12;} .orangeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:10px;} .orangeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#5c0c15; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif;} .orangeliam {background-color:#fd7f3b; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/288a50.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #feaa50; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#984b12; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; padding:20px 0px 425px 0px; } .orangeliam-border {width:500px; border:1px solid #5c0c15; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Jackson Acidic - 10-14-2011 [html] Uwah, thankies! :3 / wc:308 The hybrid boy was completely and utterly clueless about the strife going on between packs in the west. War wasn’t a concept he’d ever known or even considered, and he had been so holed up within Anathema within recent weeks that he had no idea what any of the other packs in the region could have possibly been up to of late. Perhaps if he did have a clue, he would be a little more tactful in popping up around strangers both in and outside of his pack. Or maybe not. It was too much fun. He definitely got a reaction out of this guy, though it wasn’t quite what he’d expected. A jump, a start, a look of shocked confusion maybe, but this guy was stiff and defensive, backing away with slow steps. It was a little disappointing, really. So hey, this stranger didn’t want to play. Alright then, Jackson could get behind that. Not to say that he wasn’t a little disappointed. The wolfish stranger offered a terse, demanding question to him in reply. Right to the point now, wasn’t he? Jackson’s grin faltered slightly, but it was still there. He wasn’t going to let this guy bring him down, oh no. He lowered himself down so that he was sitting on the edge of the roof, legs swinging freely back and forth. He laid the wooden staff across his lap, tapping against it idly as he stared down at the stranger. Now that he was really looking at him he could see that he was injured, a nice little bandage wrapped up on his arm. Well, well, trouble in paradise? That probably explained the defensiveness right there. The Acidic’s curiosity seemed to grow exponentially. Why, I’m Jackson, he finally returned. Good to meet ya, Mr. Serious-face. Oh, look. The grin was back in full force. - Liam Catori - 10-14-2011 [html] <3 ↔ 537 words
.orangeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; padding-left:30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#984b12;} .orangeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:10px;} .orangeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#5c0c15; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif;} .orangeliam {background-color:#fd7f3b; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/288a50.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #feaa50; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#984b12; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; padding:20px 0px 425px 0px; } .orangeliam-border {width:500px; border:1px solid #5c0c15; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Jackson Acidic - 10-15-2011 [html] wc:381 The Acidic boy never really considered himself much of a threat before—probably because he’d never really actually needed to be a threat to someone before. He had his share of mischief and bad encounters with fellow Anathemans, sure, but he had never gone after someone with the intent of harming them as of yet. The boy was too wrapped up in having fun and causing a ruckus to bother considering the use of violence for anything more than pure, uncontrolled hatred. And he certainly had no hatred for some random stranger he just met wandering about the cracked city streets. Perhaps that was why he’d been so surprised to see how defensive this male had been toward him at first. To him, it seemed like the brown-furred male just needed to do himself a bit of cheering up. Ah, there it was! Jackson seemed to have managed to coax a smile from the tense young man on the ground below him. He got an introduction then, much to Jackson’s delight. Having a name to call him by would be much better than continuing to call him Mr. Serious-face. Amusing as the spur-of-the-moment nickname had been, continued use of it probably wasn’t going to win him any points with his tense little friend here. So he was looking at Mr. Serious-face no more, and instead one Liam Catori of Cour des Miracles. This was the first the Acidic boy had ever heard of any Miracles pack. Sticking within Anathema’s borders hardly scored him any worldly wisdom, and his one lengthy jaunt out to other claimed lands had brought him only just beyond AniWaya’s borders some months ago. And then there was yet another question directed at him. Me? Oh, I dunno… Exploring. Killing time. Just havin’ myself a bit of fun. He shrugged and lifted up his staff so that he could rest it against his shoulder instead. The hybrid leaned forward slightly as he peered down at the Miracles wolf. What about you, huh, Liam? Don’t really look like you came out here expectin’ a good time. Business, then? he asked, looking pointedly at his wounded arm. Jackson was a curious boy, what could he say? Weaseling information out of people seemed to be quickly becoming a hobby of his. - Liam Catori - 10-15-2011 [html] A little short. Meh. ↔ 336 words
.orangeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; padding-left:30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#984b12;} .orangeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:10px;} .orangeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#5c0c15; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif;} .orangeliam {background-color:#fd7f3b; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/288a50.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #feaa50; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#984b12; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; padding:20px 0px 425px 0px; } .orangeliam-border {width:500px; border:1px solid #5c0c15; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Jackson Acidic - 10-15-2011 [html] Pshhh, no shorter than mine have mostly been. / wc:459 The boy had led a simple enough life up until then. Sure, it hadn’t started out that way. New Brunswick had turned out to be a more violent place than it first appeared. Tribunal’s being poisioned, blame being tossed everywhere, people fleeing, people fighting. The accusations had finally landed on his mother and that led to her death. That was all Jackson really knew about it; he’d been too young at the time to really understand, barely more than a couple of months old. The whole thing was becoming just a blur to him, memories from his puphood that were fading with time. As far as he was concerened, life didn’t really begin for him until his father had dragged he and his siblings all the way down to Anathema, and things had been pretty calm and carefree for him then. And if he was lucky, things would stay that way. He’d yet to face the shock of life’s harsh realities that Liam seemed to have recently become acquainted with. His question received a simple enough response. Didn’t exactly explain why the Miracles wolf had been so jumpy earlier, but it answered his question, so he couldn’t really complain. He wondered what sort of supplies the other may have been hunting out here. Sounds like a good plan to me, man, he said, watching as the other male clambered up to the rooftop to join him. It’s good to take a break every once in a while, ya know? Hell, Jackson was essentially taking a break himself now too. He wanted to get more involved in his fire tending duties back home, sure, but focusing on it solely for too long would end up driving the troublesome youth crazy. Maybe that was part of the reason the boy chose to venture farther out than he usually did. The farther away he was, the less he had to think about it. Hey, it made perfect sense in his mind. Now that Liam had scrambled on up to the building’s roof too, he asked Jackson about where he came from. Nearby? Eh, kinda. Out east, on the mountains, the boy answered, waving his free hand in the general direction that he had arrived from. Our pack’s Anathema, if you’ve heard of it.So where’s this ‘Cour des Miracles’ of yours at? Can’t say I’ve ever been there. Or ever heard of it before, but that much seemed clear enough without stating. Didn’t need to go making himself look extra foolish here, now did he? - Liam Catori - 10-16-2011 [html] <3 ↔ 431 words
.orangeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; padding-left:30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#984b12;} .orangeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:10px;} .orangeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#5c0c15; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif;} .orangeliam {background-color:#fd7f3b; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/288a50.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #feaa50; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#984b12; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; padding:20px 0px 425px 0px; } .orangeliam-border {width:500px; border:1px solid #5c0c15; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Jackson Acidic - 10-19-2011 [html] wc:342 Liam spoke of the state of things in his pack, his tone enough in itself to tell Jackson just how much of an affect it had had on him. Hectic, eh? Man, we’ve been calm as still water up in the mountains. He gave a brief shake of his head. Heck, I’ll trade ya. Think I could use a little excitement, he joked with a laugh. Now, if the boy had any idea of what was going on out west, he might not have been so quick to say such a thing. A little excitement was just what the boy wanted, though getting involved in inter-pack strife would have been more than he bargained for. He shrugged as Liam admitted that he probably hadn’t heard of the pack of cave-dwellers before. Yeah, that don’t surprise me, I guess. We kinda keep to ourselves out there, for the most part. As far as the Acidic boy was aware, Anathema didn’t have much of a relationship with any of the packs in the region. It almost felt like their snowy leader had chosen a secluded location up in the mountains for a reason. To be honest, though Jackson wasn’t all that fond of feeling closed off from the world. You’re not missing out on much, though, let me tell ya. The brown wolf gave vague directions to the location of his own pack and the hybrid boy nodded and considered it. Southwest, huh, he said, trying to pull up a mental map of the route he’d taken west a few months before. I probably passed it by on my trip west, a while back. Didn’t really stop to take a look around. Only place I stopped at was some place called… AniWaya, I think. Far out there. He furrowed his brow as he tried to recall the name. Yeah, that sounded about right. He’d taken a look around uninvited and bumped into some girl there, Ayasha. Ahh, that had been fun. It could be said that the boy had a taste for mischief, certainly. - Liam Catori - 10-19-2011 [html] Sneaky Liam. ↔ 404 words
.orangeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; padding-left:30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#984b12;} .orangeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:10px;} .orangeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#5c0c15; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif;} .orangeliam {background-color:#fd7f3b; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/288a50.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #feaa50; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#984b12; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; padding:20px 0px 425px 0px; } .orangeliam-border {width:500px; border:1px solid #5c0c15; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Jackson Acidic - 10-19-2011 [html] Jackson likes to ramble. :o wc:400 Eh, yeah, I guess there can be such a thing as too much excitement. He shrugged, considering it. The boy was sure fond of excitement and adventure, but he also had a lazy streak a mile wide. His love of adventure could have been his way of changing that, he supposed. Still, the other boy had a point. Things could be like that crazy place I was born in, waaay up north. I don’t remember much of it, but it was mostly chaos, man. Kinda glad my dad dragged me outta there as pup. His father had had a couple of friends watching over him and Esmeralda while he and Agony searched out Naniko, once his mom had died. It probably would have spelled trouble for the children of a woman the Tribunal had declared a traitor if they’d stayed there much longer. The other male seemed to know of AniWaya too, claiming he’d never been there but others in his pack had. It’s a pretty cool lookin’ place, he commented, though it wasn’t as if he had much else to compare it too. Different from Anathema, that was for sure. It made Jackson wonder if his own pack mates had done much travelling around the area. The Angela had apparently lived around here way before she’d even gone up to New Brunswick, so she’d probably been all over the place. Not like Jackson really cared one way or another where that grumpy old lady’s been. But the subject was quickly changed to the area around his own home. Uhhh… shit, I dunno. He tapped his staff against the roof as he thought about it. I think there’s a pack to the north of us, farther up the mountain range. His brow furrowed as he considered it. Yeah, that sounded about right. Yeah, I think that’s where it’s at. Don’t know much about it, really. Never been up that far past our borders, he admitted. And this place called Inferni kinda to the west, I guess. Supposed to be filled with coyotes or something. That’s pretty much it, really. Told ya it was secluded up there. He laughed and shook his head. Now that I think about it, I might just have to take a trip on up to that northern pack, see what’s goin’ on. Well, hey, there you go. Jackson had a whole ‘nother adventure to plan out already. - Liam Catori - 10-20-2011 [html] <3 ↔ 520 words
.orangeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; padding-left:30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#984b12;} .orangeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:10px;} .orangeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#5c0c15; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif;} .orangeliam {background-color:#fd7f3b; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/288a50.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #feaa50; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#984b12; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; padding:20px 0px 425px 0px; } .orangeliam-border {width:500px; border:1px solid #5c0c15; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Jackson Acidic - 10-22-2011 [html] wc: 324 Jackson would have probably been in for a shock if is visit to AniWaya had been now, rather than a good few months ago. His impression was that the tribe was a rather peaceful bunch, and he would have been rather shocked to learn what had become of it in the meantime. It was doubtful that a warring pack would have been as kind to a trespasser like Jackson as Ayasha had been to him at the time. Even now, he was still surprised that he hadn’t really gotten much of a scolding from the girl when he snuck past their borders. He nodded at Liam’s simple question. Yeah, man. Check it out some time, maybe, he suggested. Jackson found himself nodding again when Liam mentioned that his dad probably knew more about Inferni than he did. The Acidic boy could understand that. Ravesque had always seemed like a fountain of knowledge to him, especially when he was younger. Being all smart and knowledgeable about the world seemed like a dad thing. Jackson found himself wondering if his own father knew a lot about Inferni too. He made a mental note for himself to bug his dad about it next time he saw him. Whenever he wasn’t hanging around Naniko, anyway. The hybrid boy stared out at the horizon as well, once silence started to drift between them. You never knew what you would find out there in the city. As a couple of dark birds flew on down to the ground, Jackson mused that they were doing some finding of their own. His cerulean gaze turned back to Liam. So, hey man, you said you were lookin’ for supplies, right? Watcha need? Maybe I can help you out. Liam seemed like a pretty good dude, so Jackson had no problem offering him some help if he wanted it. It wasn’t like he was doing anything really important around in the city today anyway. .jackacid b {font-weight:bold; color:#747478; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #080824; } .jackacid p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jackacid {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#1c2941; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/2v7hs.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 300px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3f4e62; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jackacid p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jackacid p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Liam Catori - 10-22-2011 [html] Another short post on my part. =/ ↔ 247 words
.orangeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; padding-left:30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#984b12;} .orangeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:10px;} .orangeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#5c0c15; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif;} .orangeliam {background-color:#fd7f3b; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/288a50.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #feaa50; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#984b12; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; padding:20px 0px 425px 0px; } .orangeliam-border {width:500px; border:1px solid #5c0c15; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Jackson Acidic - 10-22-2011 [html] Short post on my part too. o: / wc: 255 Jackson was pleased that Liam seemed willing enough to check out AniWaya too. The Acidic loved adventures, what could he say. If he was able to convince another to adventure out too, he felt like he’d accomplished something good. He thought everyone should do a little exploring, maybe visit other places. It was kinda relaxing, in a way. Now, he didn’t exactly have warring in mind to go hand-in-hand with a visit like that, but perhaps it was best that he didn’t even need to consider it. For him it was a case of ignorance is bliss. Cool, man, cool, he said, and that was that. His new acquaintance accepted his offer of help, prompting a grin to light up Jackson’s features. Yeah man, no problem. Glad to help. He watched as the other wolf leapt from the roof and landed back on the ground below in one swift move. Jackson soon followed suit, clutching his staff tightly in one hand and launching himself from his perch to land in a crouch on the asphalt. He straightened up, leaned the wooden staff against one shoulder, and grinned at his companion. I saw some pretty interesting lookin’ places up there, he said, motioning towards where the birds they’d sighted on the roof had descended with a nod of his head. Maybe we can start searching there? Unless you know a good place to look? Gotta say, I don’t know much about medical supplies, he admitted with a laugh. He was willing to go wherever was needed. - Liam Catori - 10-23-2011 [html] We're off to see the wizard...! ↔ 354 words
.orangeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; padding-left:30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#984b12;} .orangeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:10px;} .orangeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#5c0c15; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif;} .orangeliam {background-color:#fd7f3b; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/288a50.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #feaa50; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#984b12; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; padding:20px 0px 425px 0px; } .orangeliam-border {width:500px; border:1px solid #5c0c15; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Jackson Acidic - 10-23-2011 [html] The wonderful wizard of Liam seemed willing enough to go with his suggestion. As he said, they would go where adventure took them. I like the sound of that, he said with an eager grin. After all, that had been the whole point of him coming all the way out to Halifax. Adventure. It was worth the somewhat lengthy trip for the Acidic boy. Anathema’s territory was largely natural, with very few man-made structures dotting the land. Coming out here was like stepping into a whole new world of tall buildings and concrete. Plus, there was just so much crazy stuff to find out here. Jackson had limited knowledge about the humans that predated their kind, but he did know that they had to have some pretty wild imaginations to come up with some of the stuff that could be dug up around the decaying city. The Cour des Miracles wolf had a point when he ventured to guess that others might’ve come by here already and picked the area clean. From what he’d seen of parts of the city already, Jackson wouldn’t have been all that surprised if it turned out to be true. That wouldn’t stop them, though. Definitely worth it, the hybrid agreed, nodding with enthusiasm. What would be the point of their adventuring if all the outcomes were certain? The suspense and surprise were what made it interesting, at least to the Anatheman boy. Who knows, maybe we’ll find some crazy treasure too. Jackson was all about the treasure. He had no idea what kind of treasure he expected to find, but that was just another part of the mystery. Jackson fell into step beside Liam as they made their way farther into the city, tugging idly at the bone necklace loosely circling his neck. A distinct cawing drew his gaze upward, where he found yet another dark bird making it’s way to their destination. Dang, man, what is up with these birds? It’s like they’re havin’ a party or something, he said, glancing back at Liam. - Liam Catori - 10-24-2011 [html] Liam all skeptical about humans... Now that was fun to write. ↔ 585 words
.orangeliam .ooc {font-style:italic; padding-left:30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#984b12;} .orangeliam p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:10px;} .orangeliam b {font-weight:bold; color:#5c0c15; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #903f04; font-family:georgia, sans-serif;} .orangeliam {background-color:#fd7f3b; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/288a50.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #feaa50; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#984b12; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; padding:20px 0px 425px 0px; } .orangeliam-border {width:500px; border:1px solid #5c0c15; border-radius:35px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; margin:0 auto;} </style> - Jackson Acidic - 10-25-2011 [html] '...a frightened wizard uttering the word 'Voldemort'. ' haha. XD Also, short post alert. o: Liam brought up the prospect of finding undiscovered human treasures, an idea that appealed greatly to the boy. Maybe they could find something new out here. This place was so big, with so many places to explore that it didn’t seem out of the question. Haha, hell yeah, it would be! he agreed with an eager grin. It had never once occurred to the boy to question whether or not the humans had ever existed to begin with. It all made sense to him—how else would all of this crazy stuff have gotten here? Besides, his dad had told him all about them when he was a pup, and there was no way his dad could be wrong about that, right? Jackson had been quite gullible as a pup, and though he’d grown, that fact hadn’t changed all that much. Perhaps some of that worldly wisdom would come into him as he grew older. Still, he supposed that it wouldn’t really matter how the city came into existence, or how all the strange trinkets within it got here. All that mattered to the Acidic boy was that they were here and that he could find them. Whatever was up ahead was drawing more and more interest from him by the second. Jackson quickened his own pace to match the strides of the wolf beside him. He turned his gaze back to the path in front of them, an idea forming in his mind. Oh, this would be fun. Yeah… I’ll race ya there! he said, then one, two… and he was off! Let’s see how skilled his new friend was at running about. |