The hunt begins!

[Akki Mushi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [STYLE=margin-top: 10px; font: 32px arial; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 450px; line-height: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #ECBD10; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]I GET MORE AND MORE[/style] [STYLE=color: #ECBD10; text-align: justify; display: inline; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 6px;]strange[/style][/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #555555; font: 11px times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 5px; width: 310px; margin-top: -10px;]{ Amputating as he's waiting/ he's unresponsive 'cause you're irresponsible/ little swinger your bottle is thinking too much/ 'cause you're aiming to please way off target/ and i'll tell you what you must already know/ of amputating that too slow }[/style] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/kUZeT.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 25px; background-color: #333333; color: #888888; font: 9px verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 10px 0px 0px;] SPOILER: Click to show BAR CRAWL BUST-UP! RANK: C DESCRIPTION: Alike any other village, Kusagakure has its own fair share of dodgy bars which only the physically strong would dare enter, and after the police was recently called in to break up a large fight in Kusagakure’s worst, the Metal seal, they’ve chosen to ask Shinobi to help them on their rounds when fights break loose, in so that they have some more back-up to prevent things from getting too out of hand. You can either choose to wait until the police call you to join them in some part of the village to help keep the peace, or choose to go undercover in any of Kusagakure’s bars, and stop any potential fights from starting- And stop already existing ones! OBJECTIVE: Help the police prevent and stop drunken fights in the village! PAY: 1,000 Ryo and 200 EXP. |Enter| Kusagakure, a quite village over all; it was beautiful here year round, and the temperatures were fair. However, from time to time there would be small discrepancies and disruptions that of course would have to be tended to. In this aspect Kusagakure was no different from any other village. As anywhere one visited that they could find bars, they could indeed find trouble as well. Things were not so much different here. Even so, that after the last incident the village police decided to seek shinobi assistance with their routine patrols, calls, and undercover operations with the local bars of Kusagakure. Knowing that the Kusakage already has her hands full with important matters which require her attention, Akki volunteered himself so as not to bother her with such a petty request which he believed was beneath a woman of her stature. He neither disliked nor liked the job, he felt neither way but, he did feel a sense of pride knowing he was doing what he could to assist the Kusakage he so looked up to. He now found himself walking down a long and dusty street in a busy section of town. He was dressed as he normally would with his headband hidden under his scarf. The only thing anyone might question was why a kid would be in a bar in the first place. Even though he looked sixteen or seventeen, being fourteen he was still required to pay off the bouncer and bar tender ahead of time to gain entry without causing a scene. If anyone questioned him being there, he would merely make a show of degrading the bouncer and forcing him to bow before him. Surely it would be considered a requirement of the job and overlooked later. As Akki approached the bar he noticed several things, the first being the crowds of people standing outside enjoying their group conversations. The second would be the bouncer he paid earlier in the day, and the third would be a large and burly man he recognized from the police photo’s he was shown earlier in the day. The police thought it best to educate him on local criminals and tough guys, a thought which had possibly just paid off. As he approached the entrance, the bouncer decided to make a show of addressing him. Having already paid to keep this kind of incident from occurring, Akki was not pleased. In the blink of an eye he had phased through the shadows and was now standing with the bouncer’s throat touching the tip of his blade. With the bouncer obviously terrified he sheathed his blade. Deciding this would not be anything too serious he had decided to only bring one of his rapiers tonight. After entering the establishment he would notice why there were so many people outside of the bar. Half of the place had already been trashed from an earlier brawl. Apparently the staff had decided not to inform the police, or the police had decided not to inform him. Regardless, he would ignore the staff cleaning the mess and make his way to the bar counter. ““Spring water, in a sake bottle.” ” Understanding what Akki was doing, the bartender accommodated his request. No one was within hearing range so no one would be any wiser as to what he was actually drinking. Retrieving the newly filled gourd from the counter he began to drink. The bar was of course business as usual. From the looks of things he might be here a while. This was fine by him. He would continue to drink, possibly make small talk with the bartender, and await whatever disturbances may or may not take place here tonight. [STYLE=margin-left: 50px; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font: 9px arial;]WORDS | 618; NAME | Akki Mushi; THEME | What a catch Donnie;[/style] [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; line-height: 98%; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px;]template by darkee @ back to neverland.[/style]

[Akki Mushi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [STYLE=margin-top: 10px; font: 32px arial; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 450px; line-height: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #ECBD10; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]I GET MORE AND MORE[/style] [STYLE=color: #ECBD10; text-align: justify; display: inline; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 6px;]strange[/style][/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #555555; font: 11px times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 5px; width: 310px; margin-top: -10px;]{ Amputating as he's waiting/ he's unresponsive 'cause you're irresponsible/ little swinger your bottle is thinking too much/ 'cause you're aiming to please way off target/ and i'll tell you what you must already know/ of amputating that too slow }[/style] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/kUZeT.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 25px; background-color: #333333; color: #888888; font: 9px verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 10px 0px 0px;] As the night progressed things seem to be calming down. The only suspicious activity Akki had noticed, were all the visitors the big burly man he spotted earlier was having. It seemed every half hour or less some new character would enter the bar, approach the table, sit for no more than a few minutes, and then exit as fast as he had entered. While it was suspicious, it was not criminal to have people visit you in a public place such as this. Turning the gourd up, he would take the last sip of spring water from the container. He was at the end of his refill and the end of his patience for the night. Considering it time to leave and seek other places of possible disturbances, he noticed another visitor at the table. Shrugging it off, he headed toward the door. CRASH! “What the fuck do you mean that’s not enough?! Are you trying to fucking disrespect me bitch?” And there it was, the reason he had came here tonight. Of course, it was the first place on the list the police had given him, but it was also one of the more lively places around. Turning around Akki would notice quite a scene. The big burly man was not standing with his shirt off, one could only assume by showing his many tattoos and scars he was attempting to show off how tough he was. What he had actually managed to display were the two bags hidden under the table after flipping over the table and knocking his visitor backwards in his chair and onto the floor. Being a firm believer in the saying “when opportunity knocks, you answer the door” he decided to start walking towards the men. The guys who had been with the big guy all night noticed him first. They looked afraid, perhaps the thought of an interference causing their boss to become even angrier was the cause of their new expressions. A violent man apparently, yet if memory served correctly, he was charged with several violent crimes in the past so this was no surprise. “Hugagaki Shimado. Assault, burglary, theft, accessory, conspiracy, and all around general scum. You would be wise to come with me peacefully.” His words obviously caught the man’s attention. If he was angry before, he was infuriated now, and moving towards Akki. Without warning the man grabbed him by his throat and lifted him easily four feet or greater off of the ground. It only served to fuel his anger further when he noticed no fear in the boys face. However, his anger turned to laughter as his hand pulsated around his captive’s throat tighter and tighter. However, his laughter and antics were short lived. After a single, quick swipe of a blade, the man’s arm lied on the ground and the boy was back on his feet. Two dashes later, the man was crippled on the ground. With a hole through each thigh and missing an arm, he was now incapacitated. Turning to the other three who were in shock, he aimed his blade at them, and then the chairs near them. Understanding his meaning, they ran over and sat down to await the authorities. After the police showed up, his duties for the night were concluded. His sword sheathed, his job complete, and his bladder full, he would make his way back to his loft and rest. Tomorrow night might prove just as eventful as this. [STYLE=margin-left: 50px; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font: 9px arial;]WORDS | 581; NAME | Akki Mushi; THEME | What a catch Donnie;[/style] [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; line-height: 98%; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px;]template by darkee @ back to neverland.[/style]

[Akki Mushi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [STYLE=margin-top: 10px; font: 32px arial; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 450px; line-height: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #ECBD10; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]I GET MORE AND MORE[/style] [STYLE=color: #ECBD10; text-align: justify; display: inline; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 6px;]strange[/style][/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #555555; font: 11px times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 5px; width: 310px; margin-top: -10px;]{ Amputating as he's waiting/ he's unresponsive 'cause you're irresponsible/ little swinger your bottle is thinking too much/ 'cause you're aiming to please way off target/ and i'll tell you what you must already know/ of amputating that too slow }[/style] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/kUZeT.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 25px; background-color: #333333; color: #888888; font: 9px verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 10px 0px 0px;] A new night and a new locale, tonight Akki was headed to the infamous Metal Seal. This was the location of the last police call that resulted in them requesting shinobi assistance in handling bar brawl incidents. The last time a fight broke out here and the authorities attempted to break it up, two officers lost their lives and six were entered into the critical care wing of Kusagakure hospital. The police had offered to send in undercover men prior to his arrival to cover him should he need it. Of course they were baffled when he declined and informed them that it was best if he was only one there, so he did not have to worry about injuring them should a brawl break out. They apparently understood that shinobi were stronger than your average civilian, yet they did not comprehend by how much so. This time there was no dusty but trash free road and he was not on a main street. No, now he travelled down a trash ridden dusty road through a back alley. Along the way he would pass all sorts of characters and creeps hiding out in the shadows. He could only presume that none approached him as they might figure any boy travelling alone through an alley towards Metal Seal must be either crazy or able to hold his own. He was finally nearing the end of the alley, and he would do so only to find another alley he would have to take. Upon the end of that alley though, he would find a large circle as the dead end. In the circle would be the current location of the infamous bar. The circle was crawling with cretins and scum, as well as a few slum lords and underbosses of local gangs. The higher ups could be told apart from the general trash as they were in suits or upper class attire and each sided by two of their personal guards just as a precaution. The largest difference between this bar and last, was the fact that neither he nor the police knew anyone here. He would have to find another way into this bar, as he had also heard these people could not be bought anyway with their salaries. He had other means of entering this place though. The flashing lights at the entrance and the busy commotion outside would provide more than enough cover and distraction for him to easily shuunshin inside. Nearly at the bouncer, the large man only needed to look away for a moment, and he was inside. The bouncer was approached by an underboss and looked away to shake his hand. That was the moment, in a near instant he was inside. He drew in his fair share of mean and disgruntled looks once inside, though he figured this was probably natural and not simply because he was a child. It was easy to see why this place was dangerous. It was large, easily large enough to accommodate four to five hundred comfortably and roughly eight to nine hundred at maximum capacity. Mix that with fairly loud music, extremely dark lighting, testosterone, alcohol, and already elevated mixtures of tempers and ego’s and you had a cocktail of violence waiting to be served. This was all easily viewed from the shadowed corner Akki had currently located himself in. He had to tip the waitress quite well to get her to agree to serve him, much less pour him spring water into a sake gourd. After all, it was her ass on the line if the police found a minor drinking alcohol, they would blame her even if she brought him water because she served him instead of alerting management of a minor on the premises. After she was paid, she fetched his drink and left him to watch over the scene. If a quiet place like the bar he was at last night erupted at the last minute, like a volcano long past its prime, he knew this active volcano of hot heads was bound to blow before long. Should this place erupt though, he would not be able to take down everyone with his sword, hell he would probably have to kill at least half if he attempted it. No, this place would require a little more finesse. This would be much more of a delicate situation than a stolen goods purchase gone awry. This would be pure chaos. [STYLE=margin-left: 50px; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font: 9px arial;]WORDS | 743; NAME | Akki Mushi; THEME | What a catch Donnie;[/style] [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; line-height: 98%; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px;]template by darkee @ back to neverland.[/style]

[Akki Mushi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [STYLE=margin-top: 10px; font: 32px arial; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 450px; line-height: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #ECBD10; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]I GET MORE AND MORE[/style] [STYLE=color: #ECBD10; text-align: justify; display: inline; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 6px;]strange[/style][/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #555555; font: 11px times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 5px; width: 310px; margin-top: -10px;]{ Amputating as he's waiting/ he's unresponsive 'cause you're irresponsible/ little swinger your bottle is thinking too much/ 'cause you're aiming to please way off target/ and i'll tell you what you must already know/ of amputating that too slow }[/style] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/kUZeT.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 25px; background-color: #333333; color: #888888; font: 9px verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 10px 0px 0px;] Screams, he didn’t even have time to notice anything getting out of hand before he heard them. Apparently some of the guys had been getting a bit rough with one of the waitresses and things were getting worse. From what he could tell, there was fixing to be a gang rape, a brawl, or both. From what he could see of the girl, he clothes appeared to be torn in places and some of the men were holding her down. Now however, they were beginning to fight over here. Standing from his crouched position, Akki was intent on walking up to the huddle and diffusing the situation calmly. What he did not anticipate, was a stray punch missing its target and hitting a random underboss who was passing by. This of course ignited a fire which he had hoped to extinguish before it could flare. Now he didn’t have time to walk up into the crowd, as a two man fight quickly escalated into a twenty and as quickly growing. Turning his back to the ground, he would quickly run and leap onto the wall. The chakra placed onto the bottom of his feet would allow him to run up the surface and onto the ceiling. Now above the crowd, he could see the girl was definitely in danger. There was no time to cultivate a plan now it was either action or nothing. Extending his arms, floods of what would appear to be black mist would flood out from under his loose shirt sleeves. Instantly the black mist, which was actually comprised of his bugs, would begin to form two large fists. Dropping down he would begin punching those around him and separate the girl from those still holding her down. Releasing all two thousand of his bugs, they would gather the attention of all those fighting and begin to separate and sort them out. With them separated, he could now deal with them quite efficiently. “I will say this once, and only once. Either you clear out and wait for the police and inform them of your involvement here, or deal with me.” Grabbing the hilt, he would remove his rapier from its sheath. Their choice was obvious as the men began to rush him. Akki would not back down, not with this injured and traumatized girl on the floor behind him. Over the next eight minutes, chaos would truly ensue, and hell would be paid as the cost. Step after step, stab after stab, spin after spin, dodge after dodge. One would not be able to tell the difference between a dance, and this fancy footwork and swordplay. From a distance an outside source would think it truly remarkable of such a young man to pull off so many skilled strikes. But this was in fact, the art of Kendo. It allowed him not only to defend himself, but to do so efficiently. His aim was precise, his strikes were critical, and the results were set in stone and visible for all to see. He was now breathing heavy, holding a bloody sword, and wishing there had been another way out of this. In all honesty there probably had been, but he didn’t exactly have time to react if he wanted the girl to still be in one piece. The problem still remained that he was surrounded by roughly twenty men still standing. Half of which appeared to be completely uninjured; which meant his theory that others joined in the fighting every so often. This also meant he needed to find a new way to deal with the scum as he was growing tired quickly. Swinging his sword to remove the blood, he would sheath the blade. It was time to deal with this issue the way he saw fit, screw the authorities, and screw their “try not to kill anyone” policy. Akki had decided, it was time to end this whole ordeal. Grabbing the girl and lifting her into his arms, he would shuunshin away as the men began to rush again. After setting the girl down safely out of range, the young man would begin making hand seals. Taking no more than a single second, the seals would be complete and a copy of him would rise from the ground, the copy would consist of rock and dirt. These fools ha d made a very poor architectural choice by leaving the ground dirt instead of covering it with stone. “I would advise anyone who wants to live to leave this place.” Of course, the brawlers would not have the luxury to follow his advice. He would leave his bugs to keep them in place as the civilians who had no part to play in the bloody mess on the floor would escape. After walking out he could hear their screams begin. Looking down at the poor girl in his arms, he would feel no sympathy for the weak scum that were now sinking to their deaths from his clone’s Retsudo Tenshou no Jutsu. Of course the clone would also jump in with them once he was sure they would no longer be a threat or have the ability to escape. The authorities were now here and so were the medics. Upon handing the girl over to the medical officials, he would know the events inside were over with as his bugs would return to him in full form. “Do I even want to know what happened here tonight?” “Probably not. The inside will be a disaster and will require extensive renovations before this business will be operable again. Quite a few are dead as they engaged me with killing intent after attacking that young waitress. I advise taking this time to speak with the owner of this business to ensure things like this do not happen again and that this place will be friendlier for authorities to enter from now on. Should you require assistance again, seek out the Kusakage. After this things will quiet down for a while so I am returning.” The chief would merely nod understanding that it was now his turn to do his job and let the young man report back to his superiors. |Exit| [STYLE=margin-left: 50px; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font: 9px arial;]WORDS | 1,035; NAME | Akki Mushi; THEME | What a catch Donnie;[/style] [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; line-height: 98%; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px;]template by darkee @ back to neverland.[/style]

[addy-hime ♥]

+39 EXP!

Nice writing.

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[Akki Mushi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [STYLE=margin-top: 10px; font: 32px arial; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 450px; line-height: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #ECBD10; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]I GET MORE AND MORE[/style] [STYLE=color: #ECBD10; text-align: justify; display: inline; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 6px;]strange[/style][/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #555555; font: 11px times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 5px; width: 310px; margin-top: -10px;]{ Amputating as he's waiting/ he's unresponsive 'cause you're irresponsible/ little swinger your bottle is thinking too much/ 'cause you're aiming to please way off target/ and i'll tell you what you must already know/ of amputating that too slow }[/style] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/kUZeT.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 25px; background-color: #333333; color: #888888; font: 9px verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 10px 0px 0px;] SPOILER: Click to show MOVING HOUSE Rank: C Description: It’s all too common that small crime-performing gangs within Kusagakure leave their last known hideout for a new one, which leaves the police authority in the village perplexed as to where they could have gone. However- Being a citizen of Kusagakure and not being apart of the police force, it’s much easier for you to find out things without resistance. They’ve asked for shinobi to go and find out where they’ve moved to, in order for them to track them down and take further actions. This means; go speak to people, look for clues, and try to seek out the new hideout itself! Objective: By speaking to people and finding clues around the area, find out the latest hideout of a local gang within Kusagakure! PAY: 1,000 Ryo and 200 EXP. |Enter| This was becoming a regular occurrence, helping the police of Kusagakure. Akki did not mind though, he knew that doing so would increase his reputation with them, Kusagakure, and Ms. Blanche. This time, he had been assigned the task of hunting down the new location of gang hide outs in town. Of course, being a citizen and not forced to adhere to any rules or regulations would make things quite a bit simpler for him. He had considered where the gangs could possibly hide, and finally came to two conclusions. Either they would find local businesses and offer them protection if they were allowed to use their basements, or they would be hiding in warehouses in the warehouse district. Either way he would be in a position where he would not have to be too concerned with the noise he made or the destruction he caused. This was quite a benefit, his only concern would be that he would have to watch out for civilians as well as having to find shop owners who would tell him if the gangs were there or not. Making his way into the shops district, he figured this would be his best start. If he could find a smaller hide out here, perhaps he could get information leading to a larger hide out in the warehouse district. The streets were not that wide here, somewhere in between two and three meters total. This was due to the light traffic in this area. The buildings were mostly one story, though there were some that were two stories tall which usually meant they had an attic to store their goods instead of a basement, or they used their second story as an apartment. This was not all too uncommon as he lived in an apartment over a shop near this area. He did not want to bother his adopted parents with the burden of looking out for him, especially when they had done so much for him already. Deciding it was best not to have them worrying about him being on missions, Akki had decided to move out as soon as he completed his first mission for Kusagakure. Having his own apartment benefitted himself and the shop owner. When he had some spare time Akki would assist the shop owner with stocking, unloading deliveries, and even handling troublemakers. Come to think of it, he hadn’t spoken with the owner much lately as he had been busy. However, he recalled the last few conversations they had and remembered that the owner did not need any help with the shop and apparently things had been unusually quiet. No, he wouldn’t. Thinking this to himself, the young man decided to walk over to the old man’s shop anyway and check things out. Hopefully the old man would not be foolish enough to allow hooligans into his only source of income. Not only that, if he had, it would mean those fools were hanging out under his home. Shaking his head the boy turned the corner and marched on. It had only been a five minute walk past the main shopping strip before he had reached the shop where he lived. The old man was out front sweeping the entrance as he usually would this time of day. Approaching him, the man would stop sweeping and smile to the boy. Akki however would not return the smile this time, instead he would speak. “Tell me old man. Tell me of how foolish you have been.” [STYLE=margin-left: 50px; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font: 9px arial;]WORDS | 586; NAME | Akki Mushi; THEME | What a catch Donnie;[/style] [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; line-height: 98%; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px;]template by darkee @ back to neverland.[/style]