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[asher delaney]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]He wasn't on duty. Not today. Asher had been given one of those rare chances when he would get the day off, but this day. Today wasn't spent with his baby girl. No, instead. She was off at one of her friend's houses and at this very moment, the man couldn't help but feel a little separation anxiety. She hadn't even cried when he left her there. If anything, she just waved and said bye. That wasn't how things were supposed to happen. She was supposed to have been bawling and clawing at everyone because her 'duhdee' wasn't there. But she hadn't. And it was for that, that Asher was in something of a stupor. Maybe he just needed some air, he thought. Yeah, maybe a nice little walk into the woods would clear up his thoughts. So with that said, the twenty-one year old had clambered onto his motorcycle and driven off in the direction of the woods without much of a second thought. He needed this, he needed this. The same words repeated in his head over and over again. Over and over, he thought the same thing as he got off the motorcycle and parked it just at the entrance of the place. He need this, he needed this. His feet carried him off, still not yet aware of what was occurring. He knew the rebels were here, he knew they were. But they did not know he was here. He wasn't in uniform. They wouldn't attack him if he didn't attack them, right? Right. Then a sudden noise shocked him back into reality. A shiver went up and down his spine as the man directed his attention towards the now quivering bush. Someone was there. "Come out," He said confidently, though he knew it was far from the bitter truth. He would have been shaking in his boots if a) he was wearing boots. And b) if he was really that terrified. For all he knew, it could have been a bunny. Asher narrowed his eyes at the bush, resting his hands on his hips. "If your intention is to rob me, you might as well come out." "I only got twenty dollars on me. Does that work for you?" Asher. Calm even when possibly being robbed and or killed. It really was a god given talent. [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]notes: sorry for the awkwardness. ;w; tagged: kitty! words: 391[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[nessa]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]A basket swung merrily on the petite, pink haired girl’s arm as she strolled through the woods she had become so familiar with. It was one of those rare days where she was allowed to have such joy. A small smile graced her lips as she walked, enjoying the warm sunshine shining down on top of her head. Today she was off gathering flowers to be given to the dead people in the graveyard. She wasn’t sure when she’d be able to travel over in that direction, but she liked being prepared for whenever she had the chance. The revving of an engine threw her out of her bliss, alerting her to the arrival of something and someone unfamiliar! Scanning the trees crowding around her, Nessa spotted the stranger leaving the obvious origin of the noise by the entrance. She had never seen that person before! … she wondered if she should go greet him, but she also knew she had to be careful. The pink haired girl decided to investigate with care. She creped over to him, managing to get close enough to get a better look. She peered at him from behind a huge oak, cocking her head to the side. Who was he? She was sure now that she had never met him before. He didn’t look dangerous. . . She moved out from behind the tree, aiming to approach him, however, she found her foot caught in a root. After a while of struggling, Nessa found herself falling face first into a bush. Ow! Branches smacked against her face and tug at her hair. She tried to get up, but her hair was caught in the branches… When she finally was able to free herself and pop her head out above the many branches of the bush, she had already gotten the newcomers attention… but he had assumed she was trying to rob him! Oh no… Nessa stared at him fearfully, unsure of how to clear up the confusion! “N- No.” She blurted out. “N- No rob…” He looked scary! What was she going to do? People already had a bad opinion of her and others of her kind… She didn’t want to make it worse! “I- I fell.”[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, to lazy to think of a note..[/style]

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[asher delaney]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]He looked quietly at the bush, glancing up at the sky every once and a while. Were they going to come out or not? Because if they weren't, he wasn't going to stand around and dawdle. Though, granted, it did offer a distraction. Asher crossed his arms over his chest, quiet for a moment. The bushes rustled again and a head popped up out from the foilage and the fighter jet pilot could only raise an eyebrow a bit confused. So, some girl was hiding in a bush? Were they hiding from him? Or was she some kind of stalker? After all, it wasn't a common event for people to jump out of no where. "Uh..." He drawled, shoving his hands into his back pockets then. He was half tempted to walk away by this point, he thought. No intentions to rob him? Some how, he had some trouble believing it. But maybe that was his undying suspicions on people these days. "No... rob?" He asked suddenly, even more perplexed now. She spoke as though she was Michie's age. And for that, he was hopelessly confused. The man couldn't comprehend where exactly this stranger grew up or why she spoke like she had been raised as a feral child. But, he said nothing as these thoughts swirled around in his head. Perhaps she was just startled. Asher's eyes lowered for a moment before the man averted his gaze. He looked away from the woman now as a pastel pink crossed over his cheeks. "Um. I'd prefer it if you covered uh... that up. It's not modest." He said plain and simple, resisting the urge to look further. He was a man, after all. "You fell, huh?" He asked, still refusing to look at him. "What are you even doing out here anyway, miss?" Pause. "Don't you know there are mutants out here? They're dangerous." [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]notes: sorry it's so short! tagged: kitty! words: 314[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[nessa]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] Gazing at the man before her with widened eyes, Nessa couldn’t help but feel a mixture of fear and frustration. She was afraid because there wasn’t that many of the others who she didn’t at least recognize which meant the man before her was human. The frustration she felt, however, had nothing to do with him. Actually, she was frustrated with herself. Why was it so hard to say something that didn’t make her sound like she had the mind of a toddler? “Y- Yes. No rob.” She nodded, happy that he understood what she was trying to say, although it wasn’t until after she spoke that she realized he seemed confused. How was she going to explain this? Her hand moved to her throat and she gestured her hand over her mouth as if telling him she had trouble speaking. Figuring he might not have understood, Nessa decided to try words. “Not… talk good.” She tried. “Was… think mute.” That was good enough right? She hoped so… Blinking her cherry red eyes in confusion, Nessa noted the pink that spread across the man’s face as he glanced down at her chest. That was blushing… right? Why was he blushing? She looked down, finding nothing wrong with the expansion of flesh exposed beneath either edge of her clothing. It didn’t limit her movement and it kept her cool when it was hot, though, she was sure it wasn’t appropriate for colder weather. It was a bit chilly, wasn’t it? “Cover?” What was he talking about? She didn’t understand what that word, ‘modest’, meant. She hadn’t really heard it before. Unfortunately, she didn’t ever go to school so she didn’t even know how to read or write either. “’m sorry.” She muttered, adjusting her top a little, not really know how else to cover up. There wasn’t much she could do with the clothing she was wearing. “Uh huh.” She nodded, looking back up at the man. “Tripped and fell in bush.” Her early assumption proved to be right as he continued to speak, giving her all the information she needed. “Got flowers.” She smiled, lifting the now, nearly emptied basket she had clutched in her hand. She caught sight of the few, broken flowers she found were still in the basket and a look of utter misery clouded her face. NO! All the flowers… They were ruined… How could she give the dead people flowers now? She didn’t have time to mourn them as his next comment caught her attention once more. “…I safe.” She replied, simply. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, to lazy to think of a note..[/style]

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[asher delaney]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]Nessa hadn't been wrong to think that the way she spoke was strange. That had been the very first thought that had occurred to the man. He was almost confident that he wouldn't be able to understand her if not for all the time he spent around his own child. And perhaps it was wrong of him to judge her. But as she spoke more and more, the more perplexed he became. Was she a feral child of sorts? He knew there were some children that had been abandoned in the forest as a result of their genetics, though; he could hardly believe that she was the same. She had clothes for one thing. Although, Asher questioned whether or not such attire could be considered 'clothing'. His lips moved as though he were about to say something, but no words came to his lips as he remained. She was talking about something in her broken English, though the man struggled to comprehend what she meant. No speak? What? What did that even mean? Why did she 'no speak'? What? Who even said that? Oh, she was mute. ... mutes didn't speak, did they? But of course, she had said that she was one... so had she learned? Ugh, this was too much for his mind to take in. Though, the man supposed it was hardly anything so complicated. "I understand. ...er. Sort of." He waved his hand, dismissing the topic further. He had no reason to continue questioning her. Tripping was just an accident. Thus, there was no need to worry. "Flowers? What for?" Was she some kind of florist? He had seen a flower shop when he had been in town, though he doubted the pink-haired girl worked there. Pink. It was hard to miss, really. ...why was her hair even pink? Had she done this in some sort of rebellion to her parents? He recalled when he had been a teenager. He had gotten piercings to rebel against their then 'tyrannical' rule. Oh wait. Feral child. Right. Was it natural then? ...or was it a wig? It looked natural. Oh what. She had started talking. "Oh? So sure?" He replied, confused by her last statement. Safe? He hardly could believe that this skinny little girl could protect herself against them. Unless she had a weapon concealed in there. Asher coughed a bit nervously. He doubted she did. [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]notes: sorry for the wait! tagged: kitty! words: 398[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[nessa]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] The pink haired mutant would have liked nothing more than to be able to speak normally like everyone else, but, for the time being, she was unable to. However, she was learning fast. She had accomplished a lot in the few months she had started speaking. She recalled the day she blurted out a simple “no” purely out of frustration while trying to convey something to one of the other rebels. She was no longer believed to be mute. It was a huge relief, actually. She watched the man before her with caution as he struggled to find the words to speak whatever was on his mind. Of all the powers bestowed upon the mutants, the pink haired girl was sure she would have enjoyed some kind of telepathy to give her some idea of what was going on in his head. She would always know if she should run or if a person meant her no harm. At least his expression revealed he was confused over something. It assured her that he didn’t mean her harm at that time. “Sorry,” she let out a chuck. “I try harder to talk better.” She was sure her words wouldn’t sound right to him, but she didn’t want to confuse him more. He eventually waved off the whole topic entirely much to her relief. She didn’t want to continue trying to explain it to him. “For dead,” She said simply. “Let know they not forgotten.” A gloom had set over the pink haired girl after her discovery of the flowers, stems broken and petals scattered. It had taken her so long just to collect the few she had… Looking back to the man, she forced a smile. “I can run,” she replied. “Climb trees. Hide.” [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, to lazy to think of a note..[/style]

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