Take me on [Eli]

[trevor underwood]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: ffffff; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #585858; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 7px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: DOOOOM NOTES: NGH CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #585858;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]He didn't care about the rumours that leaked from this place - they hardly bothered him. Why should he be scared of some pathetic little runts that thought they were gang members or want to be delinquents? he had been there, done that, he was beyond it now; he was more then those runts could ever be - they should fear him, not the other way around. That is how he was able to walk down these streets with such confidence - though when did he lack it? The hood was tugged over his face, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. There was not many people lingering about, but the few that were around did steer away the scowling male. He was in a sour mood, not one in which he wished to be bothered by others. He had a feeling it was going to happen though. When he was in this mood was when the most annoying people appeared. Hell, he is shocked Damient didn't materialize. Tsk.""[/style]

[chicapony]

Her body ached, it was tired and cold. Though she was laying on a bed, it was still pretty much used up to the breaking point. She sighed, lazily getting up, she had a few bruises along her side, her green hair somewhat messy, her eyes barely open and only a few things on her body. Booty shorts, a shirt that was cut until it showed her belly and goggles on her head. Her hand reached up grabbed and took them off with ease, they were thrown somewhere across the room, only hearing that slight thump when it landed.

Slowly as if she was a dead person, she threw her feet to the side and stood up. Her room was messy but not enough to get annoying and then her living room and kitchen. They were messy but she seemed to know where everything was.

About thirty minutes had passed and she had showered, dried, clothed and was out the door. Her hands shoved in her pocket, sunglasses covering her eyes and hood up. She didn't know where she was going but somewhere would be nice. She took her hand out holding a pack, she got one cigarette out and placed it in between her lips. With just the flick of her lighter it was lit. Nicotine flew through her blood, it felt good when it got to her head. She felt rested, relaxed, but she knew it would only last until the cigarette was out.

Peekaboo stopped walking, looking to where she walked to, the bar. Though it was early she would like a drink. And so she went in. Few drinks later she was playing pool, when she lost all her money to alcohol and bets, she started taking off her clothes. After a while, she started winning but she stopped before she lost it all again. She bought more drinks but then left. When she left everyone yelled bye to her, she was such a regular there. "See you tonight, Boo!" The owner yelled from behind the bar. She turned to look back, she leaned against the wall for support. "Yep~! See ya tomorrow" She replied, waving her hand before walking out. She only stumbled slightly before getting on the sidewalk.

The rebels. The strong ones that didn't give up for anything. They were strong. She was in fact the co leader of all the rebels, she was strong, badass and didn't let anything stand in her way. Arthur the leader of rebels had more skills than she had so he was chosen as leader. She didn't mind that though, she hasn't exactly the real leader type. And so co-leader was better for her. She still got some orders but she gave them more than she received. She ran her hand through her straightened hair, it was just slightly frizzy and took out a cigarette to smoke. She lit it quickly before she felt the nicotine in her blood, it felt nice, good, especially with her drunken state.

She finished it quickly before sighing and turning right into an alley. When she exited the alley, she wasn't her. She was instead a black cat. Her kitty form ran, moving secretly through the back streets until soon she was where the government took over. It was a rich part, their army was set up here as well. She continued running though, all the way to a bar. It was somewhat abandoned, or just not in happy hour yet. She knew someone here, she was getting something for her group to help them. She turned back, back to her green hair behind the bar; walking out, she turned to enter, smoke burned her eyes and the stench was horrible. Though she was smoker she hated the smell it gave off.

She walked to the bar, sitting on the one of the stools and murmuring for a drink. Her hood was up and she hurriedly took out her I.D., she flashed it to the bartender before replacing it. It was still dangerous to be here, she didn't need any army brats coming in here.

note: i have to get a set of templates for peekaboo~
and sorry for like lame post O:

[trevor underwood]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #585858;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]Drinking was not something that Trevor did often; he was more a pill person. They worked faster and longer. Drinking usually caused him to loose his state of mind fast and more of then not, have a headache with no memories later. He much rather stick to just skipping it. Of course, he had nothing against a shot every now and then, but he really didn't enjoy drinking. The taste was disgusting and in his new...state, drinking probably wasn't the best idea. Of course that didn't stop him from using pills. Still, he found himself at the bar. Merely because he was bored, and perhaps a shot or two would help with this headache. Pushing open the door, Trevor kept his hood up and ignored the stares that a few people spared him before going about their business. Walking to the actual bar, he tapped his knuckles against the smooth surface and simply stated 'whiskey shot' then dropped himself in to one of the stools. He didn't pay mind to whom was sitting next to him, his eyes locked on his hands for the moment, observing them. He finally got the blood stain from earlier off..disgusting. That was the price he choose to pay though, with getting this oh too fun power. Sighing a bit, he bowed his head forward before noticing the one beside him, the green hair. That was all he noticed though, so he mistook the person. "..Tink?". The male's mood lifted for the moment, a smile almost coming to his face. He didn't expect to find him ina bar! What was h- .. damn it. The smile never surfaced. This other was shorter then him - Sterling towered - and they had a nice front - which sadly Sterling lacked. Oh. He knew this girl. Fuck. Flinching suddenly, he turned his head away. "Oh. It's you."[/style]