reckless emotions [jess/grey]

[Victor, Logan]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background-color:#282828][STYLE=background-color:#282828; width:112px; padding:18px;][STYLE=opacity:.8; background-color:#333333; padding:6px; width:100px][/style] [STYLE=background-color:#333333; padding:6px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:11px; font-family:georgia italic; text-align:center; width:100px]320 words[/style] [STYLE=padding:0px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:8px; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; margin-top:8px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; width:112px]With eyes unimpressed You're sealing the conversations. And are you wondering how things could be? Just staring at the surface, When all the walls have tendencies. But it's not your fault when no one taught you how.[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width:250px;][atrb=valign, top][STYLE=text-align:right; font-family:georgia italic; font-size:17px; background-color:#282828; line-height:16px; color:#777777; margin-left:-4px; padding:10px; padding-right:10px; margin-top:-1px;]how quick to forget, we are[/style][STYLE=font-family:arial; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; padding:4px; background-color:#eeeeee; padding-bottom:5px; color:#777777]He was in a stressful mood. That much was obvious. He never spent his mornings doing anything other than finding out exactly where his pet was. The other man living with him had become much more than a pet however, do to recent events. That thought, was better welcomed inside his head however. He wouldn't go around speaking it out loud like some others would. It was his own business after all and no one else's. He had found himself unusually angered lately. Perhaps it had been from the day before when someone had messed up one of his personal gardens. He'd admit he didn't spend much time in them but they were still his and someone had messed them up. Things like that infuriated him to no end. Like who had been on his property to begin with. Earlier when it had happened Erik had been there to calm him down mostly. It was enough to keep the man from doing something violent that would stress him out more than he all ready was. Unfortunately, that one person that had that calming effect upon him was not there to stop him now. He was angered and nothing good came when he was angry. He stormed out of the house and down the path of the high class residency's. His own mansion looming behind him as he walked hands in the pockets of his coat. He fumed to himself, over something he really didn't know what he was fuming about. Instead he simply walked and as he did a small can found its way in front of him. Taking his anger out on the motionless object he kicked it with a force that was aimed to kill the can even more than it all ready was. Unknowingly the blackette had kicked the can in the direction of another male that would probably not take being hit with it so kindly. [/style]

[STYLE=font-size:9px; letter-spacing:1px]© OXYMORON OF BTN[/style]

[AMON, LUCIUS]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/e86gch.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]`Lucius Amon[/style]Usually by now he was riding his expensive car home, or out shopping for expensive things. Unfortunately for him, recently wasn't so good for him. His car had broken down, so he had to pay someone to come look at it for him. That car was a lot of money, the repair job on it was way too much for his comfort! Even though he had more than he could spend in his entire life. He hoarded the money, but he also hated to spend it. So right now, he was walking home from stores, carrying his own stuff when some slave should be doing it. But no, that wasn't his luck. So he was walking home in a foul mood. Stalking more than walking. It was too far. He shouldn't have to walk and tire himself! Why did his stupid car have to break down? He knew it was a piece of crap! The car was expensive as hell, but maybe he should have spent more? Oh, it didn't matter now, he would just get it repaired and be done with it. However, as he was walking, someone just had the nerve to KICK at CAN at him! It surprised him so much that he dropped all the stuff he had spent! Now he would have to go back again! ON FOOT! It infuriated him more than being hit in general did and he looked for the person with a dark glare. The one thing Lucius hated was wasted money. "What the hell you think you doing boy?" he growled. The guy had to be several years younger than him. "Look what you did. Apologize now or I swear to whoever you pray to, I will draw blood." Maybe it was a bit overboard. But quite honestly, it had been a while since Lucius had seen blood, since he had done anything violent and destructive and well. . . This guy just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Copyright of Phantom of BTN.[/style]

[Victor, Logan]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background-color:#282828][STYLE=background-color:#282828; width:112px; padding:18px;][STYLE=opacity:.8; background-color:#333333; padding:6px; width:100px][/style] [STYLE=background-color:#333333; padding:6px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:11px; font-family:georgia italic; text-align:center; width:100px]439 words[/style] [STYLE=padding:0px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:8px; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; margin-top:8px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; width:112px]With eyes unimpressed You're sealing the conversations. And are you wondering how things could be? Just staring at the surface, When all the walls have tendencies. But it's not your fault when no one taught you how.[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width:250px;][atrb=valign, top][STYLE=text-align:right; font-family:georgia italic; font-size:17px; background-color:#282828; line-height:16px; color:#777777; margin-left:-4px; padding:10px; padding-right:10px; margin-top:-1px;]how quick to forget, we are[/style][STYLE=font-family:arial; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; padding:4px; background-color:#eeeeee; padding-bottom:5px; color:#777777]There was always something that had to go wrong now in days wasn't there. There were days when he felt so alone. Despite having a puppy and company with his own slave erik, he still felt like sometimes there was a wall standing. There were just some things that could not happen between them. Things like what had happened not to long ago with a bathroom scene that he would rather not talk about with anyone but him. Things had become a little more than awkward at home now. Of course, they were much closer than they were before. But these extra feelings and needs that he had were implacable to him. He didn't like not knowing how to control them and they often times had him pondering things that he had never had to before. Oh why had it been so easy to fall for him. Fall into him. Logan wasn't the type to fall in love. He didn't deserve love in his own opinion. He let out a soft sigh at the thought and looked away at the thought of doing as such. Perhaps that also played a part in his current irritable mood. He wasn't mad at him, which was why he had quickly rushed out of the house. He didn't want to upset him, when it wasn't his fault. He didn't want to be mean to his blonde. HIS blonde. When had he start going by that when his thoughts came to Erik? His thoughts were interrupted when a sound of bags dropping caught his ears. His eyes flicked to the man that seemed to be fuming over something like himself. His eyes instantly followed the other man's motions turned to a glare. It was just natural after all. If you started the fight he was bond to follow especially with the current mood and understanding point he was in that moment. "whatever i feel like old man" he growled back at him. If he was going to call him a boy he could deal with being called an old man. He was very well an adult after all. "It was your own damn fault for not moving out of the way. I swear to whatever fumes your breathing in from the city i'll get them out. Cause you ain't going to even come close to touching me." he growled back. He didn't care for being overboard. He was in a even worse mood now and the man only seemed to make things worse. He found his way inside his coat to pull a switchblade out. Ah, it was all ways good to be prepared. [/style]

[STYLE=font-size:9px; letter-spacing:1px]© OXYMORON OF BTN[/style]

[AMON, LUCIUS]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/e86gch.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]`Lucius Amon[/style]Lucius was in an absolutely foul mood now. His eyes glared at the male in anger. How dare he kick anything at him? He wanted to wrap his hands around his throat and strangle him until he apologized, but he didn't think that that would work very well. Fine by him, he would just go with it. He didn't mind fighting at all. He wanted to fight and this was perfect. Of course, he seriously was pissed that he had lost all of his newly bought things but. . . Well at least he had an excuse now. So it seemed like he wanted to fight back. His words made him angrier and he took a few steps forward. "Old man?" he growled. "I see how it is. You want to get yourself killed. Very well." he hissed. He had a regular pocket knife, but nothing like him. That didn't mean that his weapon would do any less damage though, right? He laughed a bit and stepped forward towards him. "Fine. Let's see how well you can fight boy." He swore to himself that before he was done, the kid would be a bloody mess. It was his own fault after all, right? And quiet honestly. . . he didn't care if he himself got hurt. Because guess what? Pain thrilled Lucius, unfortunately for the blackette. Maybe if he was lucky, when he got home, he would be hurt enough that his medics would have to tend to his wounds. He liked that thought. He liked it quite a bit, and a smirk crossed his face. As fast as he could move, he lunged at him, pulling out his knife, though far more obviously than him. He really did intend to fight him, without any second thoughts about whether or not this was a good idea. Copyright of Phantom of BTN.[/style]

[BASNOIR, DARREN]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: 415 TAGGED: Lucius and Logan NOTES: Darrens back XD LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;] How far ahead has his new master walked? Well...he wasn't exactly walking. There was no doubt in Darrens mind that his new master wasn't angry. How long had they been together now? All of a few hours perhaps? Well, he had been bought down at the docks (and at quite a high price, much to the distaste of the other)and almost immediately the two of them had set off for the store. Quite frankly, Darren was so far behind because he was trying to remain unseen. He felt disgusting...they didn't exactly get much in those cramped cages...just enough to keep them alive. Darren was skinny, lack of eating making him smaller then he should have normally been, probably didn't smell to pleasant from being in the hot sun for days on end, and probably needed to change clothes because...well that was obvious anyway. Aside from that he had shredded his shirt a bit in one of his angry fits early on in his cage days so it didn't look very good on him anymore. Sighing inwardly, Darren tightened his grip on some of the groceries he was carrying. He didn't really know where he was going anymore because he didn't know where his master Lucius lived and he didn't want to stop some of the local residents for assistance. Still, he had to find the right way some time! As he continued to walk, his shoulders slumped down a bit. It wasn't until he rounded the corner that his posture improved...more because he became stiff with surprise then out of respect. It looked like Lucius was arguing with someone and right as Darren was about to say something, Lucius lunged out at the other male. In shock, Darren dropped the groceries he was holding...CRAP! He would be in trouble for that later...but...didn't he have to help Lucius? Did Lucius want help? But what if he didn't...then Darren would be in trouble... "What do you think Leia?" Darren looked at the fairy that had been following him home all day. She was pretty nice but....she seemed a little crazy. But he didn't mind so much. Crazy was fun sometimes anyway. But..she really wanted him to try to break them up? Okay...she knew what she was doing supposedly... "H..hey! Come on you two!" Darren ran over but stopped when he noticed the pocketknife in Lucius' hand. All his movements froze. No...if there was blood...if there was blood...hehe...if there was blood~ NO! He would not lose himself like that again! "Hey! B..Break it up!" [/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]

[Victor, Logan]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background-color:#282828][STYLE=background-color:#282828; width:112px; padding:18px;][STYLE=opacity:.8; background-color:#333333; padding:6px; width:100px][/style] [STYLE=background-color:#333333; padding:6px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:11px; font-family:georgia italic; text-align:center; width:100px]n/a words[/style] [STYLE=padding:0px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:8px; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; margin-top:8px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; width:112px]With eyes unimpressed You're sealing the conversations. And are you wondering how things could be? Just staring at the surface, When all the walls have tendencies. But it's not your fault when no one taught you how.[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width:250px;][atrb=valign, top][STYLE=text-align:right; font-family:georgia italic; font-size:17px; background-color:#282828; line-height:16px; color:#777777; margin-left:-4px; padding:10px; padding-right:10px; margin-top:-1px;]how quick to forget, we are[/style][STYLE=font-family:arial; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; padding:4px; background-color:#eeeeee; padding-bottom:5px; color:#777777]He couldn't help but smirk to himself. Well then, his comment only seemed to edge the man on. Exactly waht he wanted to do after all. The blackette let out a fine chuckle at his response. "Old man indeed. Having to repeat what I say to get it in your head." he purred. Oh yes, this was going to be so much fun. He hadn't had a good fight in a while. Of course, he knew he would probably get yelled about it later but that didn't matter so much. His smile only grew more. "Death hmm? Seems like something better suited to you. Old age must be growing on you fast. There is no way you will come close to killing me. I'd be more than delighted to give you some sense back from what you lost." he said. He was glad when the man didn't hesitate. Enthralled really. It meant that he didn't have to hold back and he could go all out. His form was lean and he was agile. Something that came in handy faced with situations like this, be it his own doing or something he had no control over. His red hues watched the man's movement and he jumped to the side slightly so his normal knife would come down into his open palm with minimal damage but enough to make his own lifeblood leak somewhat. It was a move he could of easily avoided but it made it easier to finish it quickly. "Checkmate." he said as he brought his free right hand with the switchblade at his side quickly. Even if he moved his free arm in the way there was no time for him not to take some good damage from his thrust of the blade and with his hand stuck by his own. Or at least, until the sound of another interrupted him. His eyes flicked to the side as he saw the albino looking man with red eyes like his own. It was enough of a halt for the man who had been his opponent to move out of his way. And to pull his knife into his hand more forcefully only causing a bigger wound to be taken upon his hand. Fuck. He should of been paying attention. He jumped back and away from the man clutching his hand a bit. Damn that stung. Without even knowing it however, he had started something much bigger than he himself could handle. [/style]

[STYLE=font-size:9px; letter-spacing:1px]© OXYMORON OF BTN[/style]

[AMON, LUCIUS]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/e86gch.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]`Lucius Amon[/style]This man really pissed him off. He was in no way old! He wasn't even in his thirties yet! He really hated this guy. He couldn't wait to make him bloodied-up. Teach the kid a lesson. Then leave him laying there in the street 'cause he didn't give a shit if he bled to death. He had enough money to bribe any officials off from getting him in trouble or putting putting him in jail. So, it was just better for him. "You're a very smart-mouthed boy. How about I give you a bloody smile?" he growled. "Cut your tongue right out of your mouth. Your mother never taught you well, did she?" he hissed. That was when he charged at him. When they clashed, it didn't bother Lucius. He drew blood because the guy was stupid enough to grab onto his knife. And not only that, but the blackette was about to deal him some damage. How thrilling. . . Until Darren showed up. Oh right, he forgot about his slave. It drew a bit of a sigh out of the man. He knew it was better to have him fight the guy instead, and that if he ordered it, he would attack. Or should at least, he didn't seem too disobedient. When he heard Darren's voice, he immediately moved back, pulling the knife out of the male's palm in the process, which would probably only make the wound doubly bigger. It drew a dark grin over Lucius' face, and he moved back, behind Darren. Then he frowned suddenly. "You dropped my groceries jerk." it was spoken flatly and in all seriousness. Great. Now he really had to go back. He noted to himself to have Darren scare the guys working in his car into working faster. "Darren, stop this idiot. Kill him! He's attacking me!" he ordered accusingly, pointing at Logan with a glare. "He called me an old man!" He gave a pout to anyone who was looking. Copyright of Phantom of BTN.[/style]

[BASNOIR, DARREN]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: 300...sorry >.< TAGGED: Lucius and Logan NOTES: Darrens back XD LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;] Darren couldn't believe this! His new master was crazy! He lunged at the man so quickly and then...wha...what was happening? The man grabbed the knife and his palm...it was dripping...blood. It was so...so gross...so horrifying...so....beautiful Darren gripped his head as he slumped forward, breathing heavily. Somewhere deep in his mind he could hear the laughter echoing. He was losing himself. Everything was falling away from him little by little. A scream emitted from him but it was soon after cut off. His shoulders tensed as his arms fell to his side. The battle was lost. He could hear Lucius calling to him, telling Darren to attack. Hehe~ He didn't NEED Lucius to tell him that~ He was going to destroy anything he came into contact with and bathe the sidewalks in that beautiful red~ As Darren straightened up slowly, his eyes seemed to be...darker? You could call it that if you would like. They were lost inside themselves. Darrens grin was sickly. He looked like a true maniac. "He...hehe...HEHEHEHAHA~" Darren laughed as his body began to glow. Emerging from the glow was his second form. His pokemon half...a Hydreigon. Wasting no time, Darren moved toward Logan, getting ready to use bite...he was aiming for the mans palm that had blood leaking from it but he would probably miss. Oh well~ he would just have to draw fresh blood~ All would perish if nothing stopped Darren...and not much would stop him at this point. As if knowing the bite would be dodged, Darren also got ready to use another move...tri attack. No ordinary human would be able to dodge a bite and a tri attack...he'd be lucky to dodge just one of those moves...or talented~ ohh Darren hoped he was talented~ It was fun to mess with talented people and wipe their cocky smirks off their face~ <"LET'S PLAY"> [/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]

[DUMONT, ERIK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=celspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 70px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 70px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 70px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius: 70px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #f1f1f1;] [style=border: 10px solid #f1f1f1; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/TCfde.png'); margin: 10px 0px 0px 10px; float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100%; -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%; border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=background-color: #408ac3; margin: 65px 10px 10px 65px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 36px; font-style: italic; color: #f1f1f1; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #408ac3, 2px 2px 0px #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; text-align: right; border-right: 5px solid #3a7cae; padding-right: 10px;]SALUDO [/style][style=background-color: #e0e0e0; margin: 15px 10px 10px 15px; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #767676; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-bottom: 1px solid #3a7cae;]Sometimes he couldn't understand Logan. Scratch that, he couldn't understand the other man at all. Even with the months of living with the man, though barely considering Logan would often leave the house, he didn't feel like he was any step closer to getting to know him better. At first he had thought the man had simply loved to annoy him, which was still true in his mind, but then the man had another side to him as well. Of course, there had been the incident when he had wrecked a whole room, and he had expected some scolding and punishment, but it had surprised him when Logan had treated him gently. That had confused him, and it had made him wonder who Logan truly was, underneath the smirk and taunts. Lately, the man had been rather moody. Snapping at him for little reason, it was all Erik could do not to do the same. Sure he had growled back, maybe uttered a curse word or two, but he had yet to really lay a fist on his master. To think he was trying to so hard for someone he had yet to understand, it grated on his nerves of how easily it was Logan could affect him. Worry and irritation often mixed in together, today moreso when the man had stormed out of the house despite his own attempts to keep him calm. Was it a good idea to just let the man go out on his own? Erik had no doubt that the man would find someone to piss off, get into some trouble until he was satisfied. The blonde debated on it a little. He truly disliked going out of the house, especially during the morning. Not sure if it was because he was a dark type, or maybe it was just that he didn't like it when people looked at him the wrong way, he had always tried to hole himself inside the house. After an inner debate, he decided that it was best to look for Logan, make sure that he didn't cause too much trouble for the general public. And it wasn't long until he did find him. He sighed as he saw that his master's hand was bleeding. So the man had already gotten himself in trouble like he had guessed, and two other people must have already had enough of him. He walked over, ready to pull the man away from what was to be a bad situation until a certain glow stopped his thoughts. Erik's eyes widened at the sight of the Hydreigon, surprised more than anything that Logan was facing that particular breed. He growled, dashing forward as he shifted as well, his body becoming smaller, compacting his power into canine form. Without hesitation he leaped past Logan, the Hydreigon looked as though it had just taken a snap at something, air or flesh, he didn't know, nor did he care as he placed himself in between the raven and dragon. <'FUCK OFF!'> He let off a snarl, lunging at Darren with a Tackle, keeping his head low as he braced himself for impact. [/style]

made by rekrul

[Victor, Logan]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background-color:#282828][STYLE=background-color:#282828; width:112px; padding:18px;][STYLE=opacity:.8; background-color:#333333; padding:6px; width:100px][/style] [STYLE=background-color:#333333; padding:6px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:11px; font-family:georgia italic; text-align:center; width:100px]n/a words[/style] [STYLE=padding:0px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:8px; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; margin-top:8px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; width:112px]With eyes unimpressed You're sealing the conversations. And are you wondering how things could be? Just staring at the surface, When all the walls have tendencies. But it's not your fault when no one taught you how.[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width:250px;][atrb=valign, top][STYLE=text-align:right; font-family:georgia italic; font-size:17px; background-color:#282828; line-height:16px; color:#777777; margin-left:-4px; padding:10px; padding-right:10px; margin-top:-1px;]how quick to forget, we are[/style][STYLE=font-family:arial; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; padding:4px; background-color:#eeeeee; padding-bottom:5px; color:#777777]He wasn't one to regret things. Things that he had done, or even things he had thought of doing. He stayed with the decisions he made and didn't go back on them. It was the type of person Logan was, and the main reason he got in trouble for a lot of things. Since, his unwanted presence normally caused a hassle for almost everyone involved. A small fight shouldn't of been something that needed to be taken back. Instead, this fight had turned into something much more serious then what he had wanted. He had been okay with possibly some knife wounds, a few slashes here and there. He even seemed to like the idea of being hurt a little. As the knife cut into his skin, he actually felt a bit pleasured by the feeling since it meant his adrenaline would kick in soon after. However, when two people were involved it got a little more out of hand. More so when the man moved away and the other seemed to lose his mind. Logan knew what it was like to be a psychopath, since a lot of people called him one. However, this guy was nothing like him. A darker state seemed to come over him as his master rushed behind his form. The laugh would of made anyone flinch and even logan who had been through tons of shit in his life felt a slight shiver come over him. What the hell was this guy. Only to come and find... it wasn't a guy at all. The glowing light was the first clue. Then, the form that made his eyes widen was the final piece of the puzzle. Well... fuck. This wasn't good, and he couldn't ignore the pain that was searing up his hand and his arm. He had cut deep and probably hit some of his nerves. It was affecting his arm, and that pissed him off. Soon enough it would cause him to have no movement at all in it. As the creature sprang at him he just barely moved back and out of the massive jaws of the creature. He knew not to let his hand get caught in that. If he did, he wasn't going to be holding anything ever again. He staggered back a bit and flinched cursing in his mind as his arm lay loosely at his side. It was only a moment that a attack left the creatures mouth just as a flash of golden caught his eye before another light signaling a change. Erik. his mind raced, not only did he have himself caught up in this now Erik was as well. There was just one thing he had forgotten about. The tri-attack. It came head on as it just barely missed Erik's lethal form as it came in collision with his master instead. Logan had never felt anything like it in his life. A pain seared through his body as the three attacks hit the human who was not built to take them. The fire burned at his front searing through clothes and flesh leaving burns that would forever scar his front, as the chill made his breathing hard and forced to get out. Finally the electricity finished its job on him. It seared over his body causing spasms of pain as the blackette let out a cry he never would have before. The pokemon's attack having hit its mark. His body fell from its previously standing form into a heap on the ground a bloody mess he was now but at least he was still breathing. Blood seemed to drip from his entire front now along with his hand, his body not used to such pressures from a force of a pokemon. His skin lost is normal hue and color as did his eyes, that blurred the scene now into many shapes and grey's. He could barely keep himself breathing from the shear agony it took to breathe just one breath into his lungs. [/style]

[STYLE=font-size:9px; letter-spacing:1px]© OXYMORON OF BTN[/style]

[AMON, LUCIUS]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/e86gch.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]`Lucius Amon[/style]Lucius looked on with lust filled eyes. He knew there was going to be pain here and it excited him. Unfortunately though he wouldn't be any part of it, and that made him sigh. He was going to enjoy the fight before Darren showed up, but at least now he knew his slave snapped like this. Oh, an interesting slave he chose indeed. A wide smirk crossed his face at seeing how Darren was reacting to it all. Idly, without really paying attention, he licked Logan's blood off the the knife slowly, reveling in the taste. You see, Lucius quite liked the taste of the red stuff. The more he watched the fight, though, the more he enjoyed it. So the blackette avoided the bite, well, lucky for him. He wouldn't lose an arm or a hand now, so that was good for him. He saw a flicker, and his eyes snapped towards the. . . Umbreon? Sigh. Well, this fight just got bigger. Darren better win it. If he'd distract him enough, he could go finish off Logan, because quite honestly, he didn't want this reported to authorities. He didn't want to have to bribe them, he quite liked keeping his money. Yes, that's what he would do. While Darren and this. . . whoever he was, were distracted with their fight, Lucius would go and make the final blow. It wasn't like the boy could really resist, especially now that, well, he completely failed to miss the Tri Attack. A loud, echoing, rather maniacal laugh sounded from him, amused, entertained, by the boy's pain. Oh, he never expected that did he? Obviously not, and now look at him, he was so injured, and that scream. Oh the scream made him shiver and laugh louder. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying this a lot. And when Darren finished off this Umbreon, they would be with two less people in the world. Copyright of Phantom of BTN.[/style]

[BASNOIR, DARREN]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: 347...<3 TAGGED: Lucius and Logan and Erik NOTES: I threw in the environmental damage since Darrens exhausted. <3 LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;] Darren hadn't felt so much joy in quite a while~ The man before him seemed to be quite surprised~ He knew what was coming for him and there was no turning back now~ He had played into his own grave~ Oh~ And so he would even try to put up a fight~ How WONDERFUL!~ Logan managed to dodge the first strike, making Darren's bite a useless move but right as Darren launched his tri attack, smiling manically as he aimed it perfectly, something else caught his attention. An...Umbreon? OHH THE UMBREON WANTED TO PLAY TO~ Darren laughed again, though as a Hydreigon it sounded quite different. Everything today was just wonderful~ Everything would be just perfect but...why was he feeling so tired? But...that wouldn't get him down~ If little umbreon wanted to play then a game he would get! Now to no surprise, the tackle hit dead on, leaving Darren with quite the hit. Still, this gave Darren the perfect chance to strike back with a nice quick Thunder Fang

[/u]. This would be sure to hit nicely since Darren risked taking a critical hit...after all that shit hurt! Tackle or not! But the pain wasn't so bad...kind of nice really~ hehehe~

After attacking, Darren pulled back just in time to hit the ground, a growl emitting from his throat. This was so thrilling~ Everything would be coated in red~ His red, Logans red, Umbreons red~ Red~

With another dark chuckle, Darren began charging, Focusing his Energy[/u] for his next attack. Umbreon would have to watch himself~ This battle was far from over and Darren would make sure of that~ Even in his tired state he would put up a fight~ He could GUARANTEE that!

<"Hehe~ What a fun fun game~">

Even Lucius looked to be having fun and enjoying their precious game~ Perhaps he would be fun to keep around~ He had been the next target but...he was interesting enough to keep around for now~

{Darren started with 20 Hp. Tackle hit and did critical damage. 14 Hp. Darren used Thunder Fang. Darren hit the ground. 13 Hp. Darren used Focus Energy}

[/style]
[STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]
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[DUMONT, ERIK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=celspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 70px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 70px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 70px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius: 70px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #f1f1f1;] [style=border: 10px solid #f1f1f1; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/TCfde.png'); margin: 10px 0px 0px 10px; float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100%; -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%; border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=background-color: #408ac3; margin: 65px 10px 10px 65px; padding: 5px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 36px; font-style: italic; color: #f1f1f1; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #408ac3, 2px 2px 0px #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; border-radius: 0px 20px 20px 0px; text-align: right; border-right: 5px solid #3a7cae; padding-right: 10px;]SALUDO [/style][style=background-color: #e0e0e0; margin: 15px 10px 10px 15px; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #767676; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-bottom: 1px solid #3a7cae;]As he did his tackle he could hear Logan cry out in pain, his long ears twitching at the sounds, gritted his teeth as his attack brought back of them to the ground. The cackle of electricity became apparent soon enough, a warning of what the Hydreigon was going to do. He let off a little grunt, quickly trying to hop away from the Darren, but the close range was against him, to no avail the dragon's jaws were upon him, taking a good chomp out his front leg (his right arm) as he had tried to get away. The electric shock rattled through his body, his only thoughts was how painful it was and how much he really didn't want to fight anymore. The attack ended and he backed away again, residual electricity still coursing through his body, his limbs feeling stiff. The paralysis was coming to effect, already his body was feeling sluggish as he took a step forward. He uttered a Curse, for his own stupidity and Logan's. Hell, if his master hadn't done anything to prove the two then he was sure they wouldn't even be in this kind of situation. But there was little for him to do in the situation now, he would berate Logan later if they got out of the situation alive. He glared at the Hydreigon words, enjoying their game, the Umbreon didn't find it so amusing, especially in the state he was in. He was still worried about Logan, but he couldn't exactly risk a glance back in case the other Shifter tried anything, resulting to his life even quicker than he would have liked. And if he were gone, who would protect Logan then, right? Then the other human was this one's master. He could only assume, though they seemed to fit each other well, what with the psychotic laughs as his master had gotten hit by the Tri-force. Inwardly, he flinched at the thought, already a mental image of Logan bloody on the ground not too far from reality causing him to growl out his distaste. He would protect him, that thought was set in his mind. With no other attack to fall back, he side-stepped to the Hydreigon's left, before he made to jump-tackle the beast. Some part of him knew that if it were down to strength, the Hydreigon would. Which meant that he had to think and not rely on Logan for a plan. Thinking was not his best attribute. Started with [20 hp] Hit by Thunder Fang [-5 hp] Paralyzed by Thunder Fang Synchronize would paralyze Darren Used Curse [-1 Speed, +1 Attack, +1 Defense] Used Tackle Currently [15 hp] [/style]

made by rekrul

[Victor, Logan]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background-color:#282828][STYLE=background-color:#282828; width:112px; padding:18px;][STYLE=opacity:.8; background-color:#333333; padding:6px; width:100px][/style] [STYLE=background-color:#333333; padding:6px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:11px; font-family:georgia italic; text-align:center; width:100px]n/a words[/style] [STYLE=padding:0px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:8px; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; margin-top:8px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; width:112px]With eyes unimpressed You're sealing the conversations. And are you wondering how things could be? Just staring at the surface, When all the walls have tendencies. But it's not your fault when no one taught you how.[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width:250px;][atrb=valign, top][STYLE=text-align:right; font-family:georgia italic; font-size:17px; background-color:#282828; line-height:16px; color:#777777; margin-left:-4px; padding:10px; padding-right:10px; margin-top:-1px;]how quick to forget, we are[/style][STYLE=font-family:arial; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; padding:4px; background-color:#eeeeee; padding-bottom:5px; color:#777777] He wasn't used to the feeling of regret. It burned up his chest and made it hard to think. He hated thinking about anything he had done wrong. Mostly this was the cause of past thoughts and feelings that had come to him. He had past issues, a lot of them. Most revolved around what he hadn't done right in his families eyes, and it had affected him. He didn't like talking about his past though. He didn't let people in either. Except for Erik. He knew he had a lot still left unspoken between them. Things he wanted to tell him, and now Erik was fighting his battle. Something stupid he had gotten him dragged into. A fight that could of been avoided and now he was useless lying on the ground bleeding out. His vision was blurry and he was barely keeping himself conscious. It wasn't an easy task either when every breath caused more pain to move over his body. "b-be careful.." he barely got out in winded breaths. "erik." he wheezed out the final part. He wouldn't be able to bare it if the blonde got to hurt because of his own stupidity. [/style]

[STYLE=font-size:9px; letter-spacing:1px]© OXYMORON OF BTN[/style]

[AMON, LUCIUS]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/e86gch.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]`Lucius Amon[/style]A frown crossed the man's lips at seeing his slave get hurt that quick. Oh, he didn't like that at all. But it was true that he had just bought him, so he was sure that he would have a bit of difficulty. Oh he better win, he huffed. He was not in the mood to be in a losing situation to these two boys. He grumbled a bit to himself, and if it were possible, he'd be glaring daggers at Darren. Though when Darren seemed to be enjoying himself, a grin crossed his face. Oh good, this was good at least. He knew he had chosen the right slave, even if he had paid quite a bit of money for him. While the two were fighting, Lucius flicked his tongue over the blood on the knife from where it had dug into the blackette. He wanted his own fun right now, and the male was so vulnerable. So vulnerable and open, it would be so easy, so fun, to draw his life's force and spill the red juice all over the ground. He moved over to him with steady and sure steps, twirling the knife a bit and moved over him, literally bending down and straddling his form on the ground. He pressed the cold steel of the blade against his neck. "Let's see if your blood is any different from everyone else's hrm?" he purred. He would play with him for a bit, his prey. As long as Darren was busy with this blonde, then Lucius had plenty of time. And if Darren beat the blonde, he'd kill him two, then dump their bodies in a river or something. Discard the evidence, so to speak. Couldn't have the police track him down from fingerprints or anything after all right? Copyright of Phantom of BTN.[/style]