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| CASSANDRA ADELLE MARSHALL | Nov 20 2012, 12:32 AM Post #1 |
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RESIDENT VILLAIN
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| LUTHOR BLAIR KINCAID | Nov 21 2012, 03:18 AM Post #2 |
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ARES - GOD OF WAR
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| CASSANDRA ADELLE MARSHALL | Nov 23 2012, 08:49 PM Post #3 |
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RESIDENT VILLAIN
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| LUTHOR BLAIR KINCAID | Nov 27 2012, 12:30 AM Post #4 |
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ARES - GOD OF WAR
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[align=center][dohtml]<div style='width: 400px; background-color: #101010; padding-top: 20px; border-right: 1px dotted #144237; border-left: 4px solid #6f3d3e;'> <center><div style="height:200px; width:350px; background-image:url('http://i1163.photobucket.com/albums/q543/_mjolnir/luthor/gifs/ugh.gif'); background: -moz-linear-gradient(bottom, #dbdbdb, rgba(275,265,265,0), rgba(0,0,0,0)), url(http://i1163.photobucket.com/albums/q543/_mjolnir/luthor/gifs/ugh.gif); -webkit-mask-image: -webkit-gradient(linear, left top, left bottom, from(rgba(0,0,1,1)), to(rgba(0,0,0,0)));"></div> <div style='width: 360px;'><div style="font-family:times new roman; font-size:40px; text-transform:lowercase; color: #6f3d3e; line-height:85%; letter-spacing:-5px; text-align:LEFT; margin-right:15px; margin-top: -20px;">across this new divide,</div> <div style="width: 350px; font-family:courier; margin-top: -3px; line-height:91%; font-size:8px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#888; text-align:justify; text-transform: uppercase; margin-right: 5px;"> I remembered black skies The lightning all around me I remembered each flash As time began to blur Like a startling sign That fate had finally found me And your voice was all I heard That I get what I deserve So give me reason To prove me wrong To wash this memory clean Let the floods cross The distance in your eyes Give me reason To fill this hole Connect this space between Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies---- </div></center> <div style="width:350px; margin-top: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; border-top: 4px solid #222;"></div> <center><div style="width:350px; text-align:justify; font-family:times; font-size:10px; padding-bottom: 25px; color:#888; font-size: 10px; margin-top:5px; line-height:98%;"> <i>There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.</i> <p> <b><font color=6f3d3e>“Oh yeah, we're doing awesome.””</b></font> <p> He spat at the floor near her feet, blood entwined with saliva. Kincaid wanted to rip his bonds off and tear this bitch apart... but for some reason, he couldn't. In fact, as the minutes passed, it seemed more and more plausible for him to throw her to the ground and fuck her than anything else. What was wrong with him? He'd never been a POW before but he had certainly been trained on what to do if he was kidnapped. The southerner was supposed to keep his mouth shut, and give them only his identification. <p> <b><font color=6f3d3e>“Ugh... What ARE you?””</b></font> <p> The blood flowed through him slowly, and no matter how he commanded it, nothing would change. He was entranced by this woman, not physically or mentally but magically. A sound emanated from her, cleansing his mind of violent thoughts, focusing his attention on her questions. And they were such easy, nice questions as well. Why wouldn't he answer them? Wouldn't that be rude? <p> <b><font color=6f3d3e>“What do you want to know?””</b></font> </div> <div style="width: 350px; font-family:courier; margin-top: -3px; line-height:91%; font-size:10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#888; text-align:center; text-transform: uppercase;"> TAG: CASSANDRA NOTES: FACK WORDS: 177 <BR><BR> </div> <div style="font-size: 17px; font-family: times; text-align: right; width: 400px; padding-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 1%; font-weight: normal; text-transform: lowercase;">credit</div> </center>[/dohtml][/align] |
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| CASSANDRA ADELLE MARSHALL | Nov 30 2012, 12:16 AM Post #5 |
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RESIDENT VILLAIN
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| LUTHOR BLAIR KINCAID | Dec 6 2012, 06:53 PM Post #6 |
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ARES - GOD OF WAR
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| CASSANDRA ADELLE MARSHALL | Dec 10 2012, 10:57 PM Post #7 |
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RESIDENT VILLAIN
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| LUTHOR BLAIR KINCAID | Dec 12 2012, 06:39 PM Post #8 |
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ARES - GOD OF WAR
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| JACK HARE | Dec 13 2012, 03:34 AM Post #9 |
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MORPHEUS - GOD OF DREAMS
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| CASSANDRA ADELLE MARSHALL | Dec 17 2012, 02:29 AM Post #10 |
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