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| Travis Jay Marshall | Feb 4 2012, 04:28 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml]<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Oswald' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <center> <div style="width:419px; border-top:2px dotted black; border-bottom:2px dotted black;"> <div style="width:365px; border-left:20px solid #B4CDCD; border-right:20px solid #B4CDCD; padding-top:10pz: padding-left:0px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom:3px; background-color:#B4CDCD"><div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; height:20px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:3px;"></div> <div style="padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:0px;"><img src=http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h360/MsRFollese/IYFN/Thread%20Photos/travis.jpg></div> <div style="width:390px; height:30px; background-color:#B4CDCD; padding-left:1px;"> <div style="width:378px; background-color:#B4CDCD; font-family: 'Oswald', sans-serif; font-size:26px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:white; text-size:35px; padding-right:10px; padding-top:8px; padding-bottom:0px;">i'm your worst nightmare</div></div> <center><div style="width: 370px; background-color:white; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; padding-left:5px; padding-right:5px; color: black; line-height:102%; padding-top:7px; padding-bottom:4px;"> Mr. Travis Marshall, or as his friends, band mates and fans call him, Shadows. Yeah you could call it a bit ironic considering he’s a vampire, but if you didn’t know that little bit about him you do now. But it wasn’t like he goes out and flaunts what he is to the world. If you were smart you wouldn’t, anyone who was different knew that there were people out there waiting for you to make one mistake and then they’d be right there to take you out. For the last seventy-three years, Travis has been around the world, seen almost everything you could imagine before he settled in Ravenbrooke with his band. Thirteen years they have been together and every single one of them was a vampire. Now granted those who worked with them were mostly humans who were sort of oblivious to that and that was how they liked it. And it was funny sometimes to be able to read into somebody’s mind and see what they were thinking, Travis had that ability and he used it quite often. There were times when he could be sitting in the room with someone that didn’t know what he was or what he could do: read something in their minds and end up starting to laugh over it without any warning. That in itself scared people sometimes but even that was funny to him.<br><br> When the band wasn’t out on tour they were here in town working regular jobs, for his buddy Alex that was being a mechanic. For Travis it was being a bartender at Elixer. Now granted they made enough money to not have to be working any other job, but it was fun just to see the look on people’s faces who knew them from them in a band. There had been a few times when he had been asked if they had broken up and he just laughed it off and shook his head. It was a rare night off for him that night, and though he usually stayed at home on those nights he just decided to come in for a nice drink and maybe to find a girl to take home. But like other vampires he had special access to the back where not everyone was allowed and that meant he had some privacy to do what he liked and he didn’t have to worry about being bothered. Yeah there were other vamps back there too, but nobody usually bothered each other because they were all there for one reason really and that was to have a nice bite in peace. </div> <p> <div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:0px;"><center>ALEX - BLACK PANTS, VAN'S SHOES, IRON MAIDEN SHIRT - ROCK ON </center></div></div></div> <p><center><div style="font-size:7px; font-family:arial; text-align:center">MADE BY <a href=http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=45072>NATB0308</a> OF CAUTION</div> [/dohtml] |
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| Alexander Ross Mancini | Feb 12 2012, 07:17 PM Post #2 |
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[dohtml]<center><div style='width:450px; padding:20px; background-color:black;'><div style='line-height:92%; color:white; font-size:7px; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; font-family: segoe ui;'></div></div><div style='width:450px; padding:20px; background-color:white; border-bottom:20px solid black;'> <table width="450" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tr><td width="250"> <div style='height:300px; overflow:auto;'><div style='padding-right:3px; font-size:9px; line-height:1em; text-align:justify; color: black;'> Alex was known by his friends as Vengeance. To be quite honest, he could probably guess why Travis and the other guys had chosen to call him that. From the beginning, he'd almost been hell bent on seeking revenge against the female vampire that had changed him. After a while, he grew bored with the idea, but the nickname had stuck. It wasn't unusual now to hear random people on the streets call him by the nickname. As a matter of fact, other than his name, or Alex, it was what he responded to. He had become conditioned to respond to Vengeance since it started. <br><br> Walking into Elixer was like walking into his own home. To be honest, he hadn't felt very comfortable in any set place for a long time. Ravenbrooke had changed that, and so had the club. If you had the connections that he did (aka, if you were a vampire), you knew that Elixer could also be referred to as the Bite Club. It was actually pretty ironic when you considered what went on in the back rooms that were VIP access only- or in other words, if you were a vampire or a person who was going to be feeding a vampire. <br><br> Alexander headed to the back as usual. He was looking for one person, and one person only; and that was one Travis Marshall. The two had been friends for over thirteen years, and their friendship was one that Alex wouldn't change for the world. Travis was the one who had finally talked some sense into him, making him realize that starving himself wasn't going to change the fact that he was a vampire, so he may as well get used to it. As he headed to the back, he waved to a couple of people he knew. Moving into the back rooms, his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting immediately. It wasn't hard to spot his friend and when he spotted him, he grinned and plopped down on a nearby chair. "Hey, Shads. Been looking for you." </div></div></td> <td><div style='width:200px; height:148px; background:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i335/hatter-is-beast/IFYN/a3.gif);'></div> <div style='width:3px; height:4px; background-color:transparent;'></div> <div style='width:200px; height:148px; background:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i335/hatter-is-beast/IFYN/a4.gif);'>tag: Trav | outfit: CLICK! | notes: </div></td></tr></table> </div><div style='width:490px; text-align:right; font-size:8px;'><a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/A_THOUSAND_FIREFLIES/index.php?showuser=489">♥ BRI !</a></div></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Travis Jay Marshall | Feb 12 2012, 10:02 PM Post #3 |
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[dohtml]<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Oswald' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <center> <div style="width:419px; border-top:2px dotted black; border-bottom:2px dotted black;"> <div style="width:365px; border-left:20px solid #B4CDCD; border-right:20px solid #B4CDCD; padding-top:10pz: padding-left:0px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom:3px; background-color:#B4CDCD"><div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; height:20px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:3px;"></div> <div style="padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:0px;"><img src=http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h360/MsRFollese/IYFN/Thread%20Photos/travis.jpg></div> <div style="width:390px; height:30px; background-color:#B4CDCD; padding-left:1px;"> <div style="width:378px; background-color:#B4CDCD; font-family: 'Oswald', sans-serif; font-size:26px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:white; text-size:35px; padding-right:10px; padding-top:8px; padding-bottom:0px;">i'm your worst nightmare</div></div> <center><div style="width: 370px; background-color:white; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; padding-left:5px; padding-right:5px; color: black; line-height:102%; padding-top:7px; padding-bottom:4px;"> When you've lived as long as Travis had, you become accustomed to the things around you. You change with the times and you pretty much try to act like you weren't from an earlier one. When the people around you changed you changed with them. You couldn't stay in the decade that you were born in or in this case born again if you were a vampire. It didn't work that way, even if you were constantly on the move. Sure even now you saw people wearing old fashioned clothing, but they'd notice if you were wearing something from the thirties. Which was why over the years, Travis adapted to the times. Usually he spent a decade in one spot and then he found another place to live for another decade.<br><br> He hardly ever went to a place twice either, except for going back to Berlin to spend some time in his home town before he met Alexander. After that they moved to Ravenbrooke where they had been since. He really didn't mind it though, most of the humans here were too oblivious about what was going on right under their noses and those that knew either didn't care or they moved. Either way it worked out splendidly in their favor.<br><br> Sitting in the back lounge area of the club a cute little brunette on his arm, Travis was a bit preoccupied with whatever was going on around him. But a tickle in the back of his head told him somebody was looking for him, Alex in particular and he knew he was there even before he sat down and spoke. He finished his "drink" and pulled back from the girls neck, wiping some blood off his chin and smiled at his friend with a satisfied smirk before he let the girl know she could leave. "Well ya found me Vee." he says leaning back in the chair he was sitting in. "Mmm, I sense a girl on your brain." He says teasingly. </div> <p> <div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:0px;"><center>ALEX - BLACK PANTS, VAN'S SHOES, IRON MAIDEN SHIRT - ROCK ON </center></div></div></div> <p><center><div style="font-size:7px; font-family:arial; text-align:center">MADE BY <a href=http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=45072>NATB0308</a> OF CAUTION</div> [/dohtml] |
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| Alexander Ross Mancini | Mar 1 2012, 03:32 PM Post #4 |
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[dohtml]<center><div style='width:450px; padding:20px; background-color:black;'><div style='line-height:92%; color:white; font-size:7px; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; font-family: segoe ui;'></div></div><div style='width:450px; padding:20px; background-color:white; border-bottom:20px solid black;'> <table width="450" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tr><td width="250"> <div style='height:300px; overflow:auto;'><div style='padding-right:3px; font-size:9px; line-height:1em; text-align:justify; color: black;'> Alex watched the girl leave with mild interest, letting his eyes linger on her until she was out of the room. His attention shifted back over to Travis and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Mind staying the hell out of my mind?" He asked, only really half kidding. Alexander wasn't usually a very defensive guy, but someone lurking around in his head creeped him out, even if it was a friend of his. His eyes narrowed and he pointed a finger at him. "You should watch yourself, bud. I can take you out." He laughed then, his face relaxing and he stretched a bit. He wasn't really hungry but he would've liked to have some attention right about then. However, Alex carefully steered his thoughts away from there so Travis wouldn't get over eager and pounce on something he let slip. <br><br> "Where have you been hiding?" He questioned as he folded his hands together and placed them behind his head. When Alex wasn't working, he was sleeping. When he wasn't sleeping, he was either doing something with the band, doing something with Lyndsey, or maybe searching out for a little snack. He tried not to feed unless it was really necessary and even then, he found himself leaning towards a certain type of girl. He shook the thoughts from his head before his mind could cease on the word blood and make his stomach think of food. </div></div></td> <td><div style='width:200px; height:148px; background:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i335/hatter-is-beast/IFYN/a3.gif);'></div> <div style='width:3px; height:4px; background-color:transparent;'></div> <div style='width:200px; height:148px; background:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i335/hatter-is-beast/IFYN/a4.gif);'>tag: Trav | outfit: CLICK! | notes: </div></td></tr></table> </div><div style='width:490px; text-align:right; font-size:8px;'><a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/A_THOUSAND_FIREFLIES/index.php?showuser=489">♥ BRI !</a></div></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Travis Jay Marshall | Mar 1 2012, 06:35 PM Post #5 |
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[dohtml]<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Oswald' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <center> <div style="width:419px; border-top:2px dotted black; border-bottom:2px dotted black;"> <div style="width:365px; border-left:20px solid #B4CDCD; border-right:20px solid #B4CDCD; padding-top:10pz: padding-left:0px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom:3px; background-color:#B4CDCD"><div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; height:20px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:3px;"></div> <div style="padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:0px;"><img src=http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h360/MsRFollese/IYFN/Thread%20Photos/travis.jpg></div> <div style="width:390px; height:30px; background-color:#B4CDCD; padding-left:1px;"> <div style="width:378px; background-color:#B4CDCD; font-family: 'Oswald', sans-serif; font-size:26px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:white; text-size:35px; padding-right:10px; padding-top:8px; padding-bottom:0px;">i'm your worst nightmare</div></div> <center><div style="width: 370px; background-color:white; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; padding-left:5px; padding-right:5px; color: black; line-height:102%; padding-top:7px; padding-bottom:4px;"> A small smirk appeared on Travis’s face as his friend spoke his words. He knew it annoyed him when he read his mind, but it was kind of funny to just to see his reaction to what he found out. But as it was tonight he didn’t really feel much like snooping around for something interesting though the girl was. And it most definitely was interesting considering it wasn’t Lyndsey who was usually on Alex’s mind now a day. Sitting there he watched his friend closely and as he pointed his finger and he said he could take him he let out a small laugh of his own. ”I’d like to see you try.” He says to him. <br><br> At his question Travis gave a small shrug of his shoulders. ”Around. Here mostly, though I’ve been taking little trips to London every now and again just for the fun of it.” He told him. Truth be told, Travis never really liked to be in one spot. He dealt with it of course, but he liked moving, which was probably why he had multiple homes in multiple cities around the world. ”What about you Vee? Anything new happening in your second life?” He asks curiously. </div> <p> <div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:0px;"><center>ALEX - BLACK PANTS, VAN'S SHOES, IRON MAIDEN SHIRT - ROCK ON </center></div></div></div> <p><center><div style="font-size:7px; font-family:arial; text-align:center">MADE BY <a href=http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=45072>NATB0308</a> OF CAUTION</div> [/dohtml] |
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| Alexander Ross Mancini | Mar 2 2012, 06:02 PM Post #6 |
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[dohtml]<center><div style='width:450px; padding:20px; background-color:black;'><div style='line-height:92%; color:white; font-size:7px; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; font-family: segoe ui;'></div></div><div style='width:450px; padding:20px; background-color:white; border-bottom:20px solid black;'> <table width="450" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tr><td width="250"> <div style='height:300px; overflow:auto;'><div style='padding-right:3px; font-size:9px; line-height:1em; text-align:justify; color: black;'> He wasn't an idiot. He knew he couldn't really take Travis down, but he could rough him up a bit. They horsed around quite a bit but made sure to never go overboard. Why in the world would you want to seriously damage a guy you traveled around with? Would be hard to work with a dude who wanted you dead. Alex couldn't help not being able to stand someone in his head, though. He liked to keep his thoughts private. Usually, he could put up a pretty good fight against Travis, and if he really wanted, he could get a wall up to keep him out. He was too tired to do that tonight, though. he would much rather just sit back and relax and not think too hard about stuff. <br><Br> While Travis spoke, Alexander nodded his head a few times and then gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Same thing as usual. Trying to stay out of trouble." His lips twitched in amusement, but then he grew serious. Alex's hands dropped into his lap and the smile disappeared. "Although, things are getting kind of weird. Seems like Franky has suddenly hired some new help. Human help." He was quiet for a moment while he mused over how to say exactly what he wanted to. If anyone needed to know that something fishy was going on, it had to be Trav. "I'm not sure if it really means anything, but still. They got some real creepy guys working up there now. And not our kind of creepy." Alex actually had a soft spot for a few select humans in Ravenbrooke and he would hate for them to get stuck in between something serious going on between the hunters in town and the vamps. <br><br> Alex licked his lips a bit and then gave a shrug of his shoulders, the smile back in place. He figured he should maybe let Travis have a little something interesting, since he had told him to stay out of his head. "And get this. One of them is a chick." He didn't have to say anything out loud. He knew that Trav would put two and two together and realize that that was the girl he had been thinking about. </div></div></td> <td><div style='width:200px; height:148px; background:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i335/hatter-is-beast/IFYN/a3.gif);'></div> <div style='width:3px; height:4px; background-color:transparent;'></div> <div style='width:200px; height:148px; background:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i335/hatter-is-beast/IFYN/a4.gif);'>tag: Trav | outfit: CLICK! | notes: </div></td></tr></table> </div><div style='width:490px; text-align:right; font-size:8px;'><a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/A_THOUSAND_FIREFLIES/index.php?showuser=489">♥ BRI !</a></div></center>[/dohtml] |
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