The hunt begins!
Sept 29, 2012 17:32:51 GMT -8
Post by Akki Mushi on Sept 29, 2012 17:32:51 GMT -8
[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] |
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