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Post by electrahope on Oct 19, 2011 1:07:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/5172/77027773.jpg); width: 450px; border-left: 15px solid #c3a0b4; -webkit-box-shadow: 0 1px 5px #888; -moz-box-shadow: 0 1px 5px #888;, bTable][atrb=style,border-left: 9px solid #8a96a4; width: 50px] | [atrb=style,text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px] If You Love Me, Then Let Go Of Me I Won't Be Held Down By Who I Used To Be She's Nothing To Me Electra stood at the mouth of the cavern, wondering where she was. She felt absolutely lost. She looked around but all she saw was the countryside around the cavern. Her cat like ears were flat to her head as she was in her pissed off and not caring mood. She just wanted to get to her home and disappear from the world for a bit.
She decided to take a look at her map. She shuffled through her belongs. She never would be rich but she had enough to live fairly comfortable for a while. She pulled the crumpled old map she had in her bag out and sat it on a boulder and tried to figure out where she was. ♣ tagged cedric ♣ word count idk ♣ notes Electra will die ♣ ♣ credits template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC ♣ | [atrb=style, width:20px] |
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Post by Captain Cedric Rackham on Oct 19, 2011 1:20:14 GMT -5
There he was, just minding his own business when some girl walked by. Now normally Cedric could care less for the young ones, he liked them older. Much much older, but this one seemed to have a rather large bag of gil. Well larger then that of the poor folk he just finished looting. He decided to follow her for a bit, wondering how he would acquire her loot.
She stopped at some kind of cavern, looking at a map. Maybe it would just be easier to kill her and get this whole mess over with it. He paused, thought about it for a few seconds then nodded his head. It would be much easier then telling her to surrender all her gil and all that boring jazz. Although it was against the codes to simply shoot her.... Unless the Company and the Captain voted it was in the best interests to slaughter her... Oh wait, he was the Captain and the Company was useless.
So he withdrew his blood hawk .48, a master piece of a weapon. The sleek red revolver was like death, well it was really death for this strange girl. He carefully aimed for the back of her head, then with six loud bangs unloaded his revolver into the back of her head, giving what he thought was no chance for survival. It was just the way he liked it. Whistling to himself, Cedric waltzed over to the scene of the crime once the deed was done. He wondered what would happen to the poor little girl. Well hopefully not poor, it would be a shame to waste bullets on the poor.
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