May 3, 2017 17:43:49 GMT -5
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May 3, 2017 15:58:04 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 3, 2017 15:58:04 GMT -5
 that was you. Now that he'd gotten in the door and gotten a decent taste of the party, Catharsis was happy to get down to what he'd really snuck in for. That was, of course, to people watch. With guards dropped and tensions temporarily forgotten, it was easy to put a face to an emotion, to puzzle at what insecurity he might push and pull on later to get what he wanted. It was also much, much easier to figure out who might be more likely to have things worth either coaxing or needling for. The biggest problem was not sticking around in one place long enough for anyone to catch on that he no longer had the party, assuming that Aleu had gone off to have her own fun. It seemed unlikely she would've enjoyed him clinging to her all night any more than he would have, anyway. Even if it had, he wouldn't have thought much of it. And so it was that he wove through the crowd, lingering here and there. With so many fresh starts, it was easier than it might have been with people around who would have recognized him, and known to warn others. He still would've rathered be in the real world at a real party, but he'd take what he could get. At least he could relax here. ghost MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 3, 2017 16:20:18 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 3, 2017 16:20:18 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"]  [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost cha-cha'd himself right over to the punch line not too keen on drinking liquor just yet. The night was still young and his 'date' was around somewhere. Admittedly, he lost sight of the handsome fellow after his attention was captured by the dazzling room. He was supposed to go and eat dinner with the man he came in with, but couldn't resist the discovery. He slipped in between the crowd and ended up sticking around for a glass of fruit punch.[break][break] He looked around the room as he played a little game with himself. It was one that he often played with his sister when they were kids. He mentally pointed from people to people, listing off his assumptions on what each of them were like. It was an amusing way to pass the time and without fail, he applauded his own creativity. Probably married a horse and then divorced it to go live in the city to become a hot dog vendor, he snicked moving away from the ones he already labeled in search of fresh faces.[break][break] Ghost's smile curved up catching sight of a stranger with red hair marking him as his new target. He couldn't see his face, but that alone was enough for him to make a guess. He tapped a finger thoughtfully against his lips. Probably went to school and was bullied then decided to become a gangster after being turned down by girls. Explains the red hair... what a loser, I should go help that poor guy out. Ghost placed a hand up against his mouth to stifle his laughter as he approached the player, tapping lightly on his shoulder.[break][break] " Excuse me, would you like to spend this lovely evening with me?" [break][break] catharsis [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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May 3, 2017 17:46:58 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 3, 2017 17:46:58 GMT -5
that was you. Could the game even get you drunk? He stared at the liquid in people's cups, having assumed out of habit that it would be spiked and thus had avoided it himself. Now he was left to wonder if that was even possible, or if the game was left to simulate the effects of being drunk, or ... He wasn't left to think on it for much longer when someone tapped on his shoulder, instinctually rolling away from the physical contact to turn with a look of concern. The tap had been light, but it wasn't about that. It wasn't even anything personal. "Oh." He managed as he looked at the stranger in a mask and a dress. He glanced him up and down, unsure what to make of the guy. Well, only one way to find out. "Nice dress. Where'd you get it?" He asked casually and with a quick, sharp smile, taking a closer look at the dress to see if it was anything that had been bought in the store. All of his knowledge on the recent fashions - and, more importantly, the price tags associated with them - did him no good here. He was pretty sure he'd never seen the person before but between the mask and the dress he couldn't promise himself he hadn't run into the game before this or not anyway. Then again, they'd approached him, so that said something. ghost MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 3, 2017 18:51:37 GMT -5
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May 3, 2017 18:51:05 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 3, 2017 18:51:05 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] When the guy had turned around and complimented him, Ghost felt taken by surprise. He was distracted by the man's question almost forgetting his prank completely. " Oh, thank you. Retail," he answered casually with a smile. He opened his mouth to follow up with another topic, however his words failed him when he finally got a good look at the red head's face. Ghost's eyes widened, staring the man up and down, his hand curling around his chin. He nodded thoughtfully, his fingers snapping with the other.[break][break] " Hey, haven't we met before?" Ghost asked, head tilting. " Oh, right!" he snapped his fingers finally recalling the familiar face. " You used to work at a hospital right?" Ghost bounced up and down, pointing rapidly at the guy as he was quickly filling up with excitement. " Yeah, yeah! I remember you now!" he declared loudly. [break][break] He was that weirdo who wouldn't take my quarter to get a drink from the vending machine. Ghost's eyes rolled at the memory. Only once did they ever talk and ever since then, he couldn't forget the guy. Small world, Ghost mused to himself. He had to remember him, right? He hadn't changed at all, well, except for the dress, heels, and wig. [break][break] catharsis [break] his sister's joke she likes to say 'retail' when people ask her where she gets her clothes. he doesn't actually know what the joke means. [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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May 3, 2017 19:28:18 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 3, 2017 19:28:18 GMT -5
that was you. Whatever answer Catharsis had been expecting, it hadn't been that. He was suddenly very glad he hadn't been trying to drink anything as he burst into a genuine laugh. What a good sense of humor on this guy. Okay, he was sold. This one might just be good people for once. At least, that's what he'd thought for a moment. The moment Catharsis realized he'd been recognized, he paused. When he realized he'd been recognized from real life, his entire expression fell as he stared hard at the not-quite-stranger. Oh. Oh, shit. You see, the problem with stringing people along was that they might recognize you later. That problem was typically solved for Catharsis in that he was good with faces, could see them coming a mile away, and could adapt. That edge went completely out the window in this situation. Here, right now? He had no idea what was going on, or why, or who exactly had recognized him. Cat had only had one actual, genuine friend beyond 'that's just what people say,' so the chances of this being a friendly recognition were so off the rails that it didn't cross his mind for a second. So, of course, he did what any one person in his position would do. He smiled brightly, looking at the man with an, "Oh, it's so nice to-" And never finished his sentence before turning to bolt away, barely making it around a few dancing couples as he tried for his escape. The entrance seemed too far away. His best bet for escape would probably be through the kitchens. Maybe. ghost MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 3, 2017 19:43:01 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 3, 2017 19:43:01 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost had followed along with the man's sentence until it was cut short. He blinked at the abrupt ending failing to recognize him running. Running from what? Ghost was left thoroughly confused by the reaction. He had seemed so receptive to him and his joke earlier so why was he running away so quickly? He chased after the red head without another thought, lifting up his dress to keep it from tripping him.[break][break] " Hey! Where are you going!?" Ghost shouted after him, weaving in and out of the crowd in his way. He wasn't exactly the fastest, but his sprints were nothing to sneeze at. This guy? This guy was going so fast he was practically a veteran at running away. Not to mention how skillful he was at avoiding the oncoming bodies. Ghost gritted his teeth determined to catch the mystery man.[break][break] " Excuse me! Coming through!" he announced at the top of his lungs as he pushed a waiter out of his way. " Sorry," he said quickly bursting through the double chrome doors of the kitchen in hot pursuit. As annoying as it was to track down someone he wanted to talk to, he had to admit it was actually fun. In a way, he wished he could have fun and also talk to the stranger; he didn't even know his name.[break][break] Ghost's tongue clicked when he lost sight of him, eyes darting back and forth until he caught something red flash by. " Hold it!" [break][break] catharsis [break][break] he's actually had to run in heels before... [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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May 3, 2017 21:04:53 GMT -5
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May 3, 2017 20:55:08 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 3, 2017 20:55:08 GMT -5
that was you. So much for not making an impression on all the people at the ball. Catharsis really started to sweat when the double doors opened again too close for comfort after he'd passed through himself. He didn't bother to look over his shoulder, only letting the noise confirm that he was being followed. Well, shit, he must've really pissed off this guy. Experience told him that saying it was all a misunderstanding wouldn't really pan out well for him if he didn't even know what it was he'd done in the first place. Just when he thought he'd made it out of sight rounding to a different door to leave through, and was thus starting to slow in his pace to something calmer, he'd heard it: "Hold it!" It was at this point that he noticed there didn't seem to be an exit through the way he'd run. Well, fuck. For a moment he paused, but his heart was leaping into his throat knowing that the guy was getting ever closer to him and he didn't even know what the man's vendetta was. To the outcry of several npcs, he knocked some dirty bins off of the high table that stood between him and the door, letting them clutter to the floor and hopefully slow down his pursuer before he vaulted back over it. Not as hard to do as in real life. Noted. Hoping to further decelerate the hot pursuit, he turned around and grabbed a plate of appetizers, pushing that towards the other man too before he turned to try to run again. ghost 4/7 MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 3, 2017 22:08:55 GMT -5
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May 3, 2017 21:23:16 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 3, 2017 21:23:16 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost couldn't afford to slow his pace now that the man was in his sights. Like a hound dog, Ghost locked in on his target speeding up to maybe, get within earshot. Maybe to talk him out of his madness despite his breathing worsening. Ghost groaned, head shaking when he saw that people were not the only obstacles he would have to face. No, no, no! The red haired player made his own hurdles for his pursuiter to jump through and over in heels. Really? Rude.[break][break] Ghost's jaw tightened as he prepared himself mentally as he was already too committed to the chase. He carefully hopped over the dirty bins and with both hands, pushed himself off of the knocked over high table like a game of 'leap frog.' Next was dodging plates left and right, which didn't seem to difficult at first until a stray plate flew through the air, eventually getting caught in his wig. It lopped off easily hitting the mess of food on the floor to which, Ghost bid it good bye. He wasn't going to place his hand anywhere near sullied food.[break][break] He didn't turn back even once after that, busting through another door that led into a quiet dining room. At least, it was quiet until the empath and phantom showed up to ruin the atmosphere. Ghost smiled sheepishly back at the stares. Though, did not stop and continued onwards yelling at the top of his lungs. " YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE SEEN A GHOST. WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?" Internally, he wanted to laugh at the coincidence -- his name was Ghost.[break][break] Ghost hurried after the male fleeing though, felt slightly distracted by the fragrant aroma of the food. Right, he hadn't eaten dinner yet. He quickly swiped at a piece of braised salmon off of a plate he ran past just for a quick bite. Right when he took a taste, the fish practically melted in his mouth making his eyes go wide. Holy, that was some high quality food. It was out of the good of his heart that he tossed the other half of the fish towards the escapee. " Hey, give this a taste! It's fantastic! Have a quick dinner!" [break][break] catharsis [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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May 3, 2017 21:44:23 GMT -5
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May 3, 2017 21:44:06 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 3, 2017 21:44:06 GMT -5
that was you. He winced as the man screamed after him. Yeah, no chance in hell he'd be lucky enough to never run into anyone else at the ball who remembered him from ... whatever this was unfolding to be. Out of all of the people playing this fucking game, of course it'd be him who wound up with some nerd hitman chasing him down to the death. The man was terrified, and honestly? He didn't know why he turned around when he was called out to except for the honor of at least seeing his death hurtling his way. How the man had the aim required to actually land food into his mouth, he didn't know. Catharsis nearly choked as he put a hand up to his mouth, but before he could help it it was down. He checked his health bar, but it wasn't going down. It didn't seem like he'd just been poisoned, but the way that dissonated with everything he'd expected jarred him. He couldn't pay any attention to it. He had slowed to a stumble rather than a complete halt from the shock, but the moment he jumped back to his senses he turned on his heel and started running again. He'd gotten the best lead from weaving through the crowd, and probably had an advantage there. He raced towards the dance floor to try to lose his pursuer in it. ghost 5/7 MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 3, 2017 22:07:08 GMT -5
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May 3, 2017 22:06:23 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 3, 2017 22:06:23 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost yelled out his frustrations hoping that the magic of delicious food would stop the man in his tracks. All it did was make him stumble and slightly slow down before disappearing through another door. Ghost cursed under his breath as he stopped right outside the doors to remove his heels resigning to running around barefoot. They were finally killing him after all the marathon running and long jumps he had to do earlier. With a hand, Ghost pushed through the same door that the Empath escaped through just seconds ago.[break][break] His eyes narrowed into daggers at the red hair standing out in the crowd. He was growing bored of this game that stretched long before he entered the game-game. Tossing up one of his heels, Ghost brought his arm back to aim. A tongue stuck out at the side of his mouth as he closed one eye to accurate gauge the distance. He had to do it right and with just enough force to stop the red haired player for good. [break][break] " EVERYONE, DUCK!"[break][break] Ghost warned with all the air he had left in his lungs, leaving it burning raw. It was a given if he wanted to drown out the loud music. A few heeded his warning which, was enough to get a clear shot of his intended target. Snapping his wrist, the heel left his hand, spinning away with a vengeance so sinister he was sure it would do the job. It sliced through the air, hitting it's target with frightening accuracy. The sound was so loud, everyone in the room and next, could probably hear the thwack of the shoe. [break][break] catharsis [break][break] RIP. [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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May 3, 2017 22:43:59 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 3, 2017 22:43:59 GMT -5
that was you. He'd just about thought he had a chance making it out of there alive when he heard the man shout, turning to see the stiletto heel right before it hit him in the face. All he knew after that was that the floor was surprisingly cool. His thoughts were jumbled and his vision was blurred, but as he closed his eyes the first coherent thing was, ' Not the face.' He heard whispers, but he didn't really care anymore. He had just been assassinated with a shoe, and he was ready to just accept his fate as it was. Any moment now, the finishing blow would be struck and the disoriented man would be freed in a burst of pixels. He was counting on it. Really, whoever had tapped his limp body with the tip of their dancing shoe could just leave him there. It was okay. He was ready to go. This was fine. ghost 6/7 MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 3, 2017 23:13:25 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 3, 2017 23:13:25 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost couldn't help but raise his arms up high as he filled the room with a victory shout. Surprisingly, everyone else did the same and congratulated him on the amazing shot. He thanked everyone as they parted to let him through. He kneeled down by the injured player's side, smacking him a few times across the cheek. He could tell that the man was fading between being unconscious and conscious. A little shock would bring him back, Ghost concluded, picking up the shoe that landed a few inches away from the still man.[break][break] " Hey! Did you two do all of this?"[break][break] Ghost looked up rigidly at the rough voice identifying it as an authority figure. The two buff men by him confirmed it. Ghost opened his mouth, a long 'uhhhh' escaping from it as he tried to think fast. " No," he stated firmly. " You see, my boyfriend and I just got into a small quarrel over his drinking problem. I mean, look at this? Do you see this? On our special night, unbelievable." Ghost shook his head, feigning hurt.[break][break] " We were about to dance together, see?" Ghost held up the half-conscious Empath's arm watching it move limply back and forth. " It's what the kids do these days," he whispered back. " You know what else they do these days?" Ghost stood up, brushing his dress off and squatted himself into position. He backed his rear up towards the NPC, dropping it back and forth with an enthusiastic whoop. " This is called yiken-- whoa!"[break][break] Ghost could feel himself getting lifted up like a puppy dog by one of the men twice his size. Freaky. [break][break] " I'm going to have to ask you two to leave the premise immediately." [break][break] catharsis [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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May 4, 2017 0:20:21 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 4, 2017 0:20:21 GMT -5
that was you. Ah, the popo had caught up with him. That was okay. Just leave him to die here. The drama queen was content to just play dead until he was swept away with the trash. At least, that had been the plan. Next thing he knew, the phrases 'boyfriend' and 'drinking problem' were reaching his ears, and his eyes snapped open in a squint. What kind of assassin was this? Did he start with slander? "You fuck." How eloquent. It was the best he could manage to be in his current state. Honestly, he wasn't even sure how coherent those words were able to come out. Next thing he knew, the guy was trying to make him dance, and he just closed his eyes. What was even happening? When he next opened him, he saw this stranger .. could it be called dancing? Sure. He wasn't going to fight it. He was already going to die. Why not? Next thing he knew, his heart jumped in his throat and his eyes opened a bit wider as he was picked up like some 20 lb dog. "Am I dead?" He asked, not sure if he'd actually managed to say it or not until the NPC responded with a "No." He glanced over, frowning. "You aren't a player." When he also received a negative confirmation, he hummed in disappointment as he was carried off the premises. Well, he'd had a hunch it would've ended this way anyway. He frowned in the direction of the other person being so visibly carried out of the place. "Hey. Who the fuck're you, anyway?"ghost 7/7 MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 4, 2017 0:34:09 GMT -5
Post by ghost on May 4, 2017 0:34:09 GMT -5
[newclass=.drbg]width: 500px; padding: 25px 0px; background-color: #111111; margin: 0px auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpic]width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 20px; background-color: #1d1d1d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; z-index: 2; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline1]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: -62px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drline2]width: 450px; height: 1px; background-color: #1d1d1d; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.drbehind]margin-top: -50px; font: 160px 'times new roman'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -16px; color: #5D1111; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.drfront]width: 500px; margin: 0px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); color: #a5a5a5; font: 12px Droid Serif; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -86px; line-height: 24px; position: relative; z-index: 4;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost]background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #9a9a9a; padding: 25px; width: 400px; margin: 0px auto; margin-top: 23px; font: 10px arial; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.drpost b]color: #fff;[/newclass] [nospaces][googlefont=Droid+Serif:400,700] [attr="class","drbg"] [attr="class","drpic"] [attr="class","drline1"] [attr="class","drline2"] [attr="class","drbehind"]ɢʜᴏsᴛs [attr="class","drfront"]HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHASING [attr="class","drpost"] Ghost sighed at the question though, before he could answer he was dropped off like a trash bag taken to the curb. He landed on his front side getting some of the air he just regained knocked right back out of him. " Owww..." he groaned, sitting up slowly. He rubbed at the back of his head to make sure nothing else was damaged. He could almost hear his parents yelling at him from the back of his head. They always did that and it was usually more 'you deserved it for being an idiot,' than worried coddling.[break][break] The Phantom glanced over where the other player was dropped off and again, he sighed his heart out. " Look," Ghost said seriously, removing the mask from his face to reveal his identity. " You know, I thought masks like these only worked on the stupid portrayed in cheap hollywood movies." He arched himself back, supported by his arms. His head was thrown back to look at the night sky that looked much more beautiful than outside the game. Figures, no pollution.[break][break] " My name's Ghost and we met awhile back at the same hospital you-- no, we worked at, remember? I tried to give you a quarter and you wouldn't take it! You left the hospital the next day and I tried to look for you so we can be friends or something. Anyways, let's be friends!" The Phantom perked up with a wide grin. " I'm not letting you get away this time!" [break][break] catharsis [attr="class","drkeecredit"]# DARKEE[googlefont=Montserrat:400,700][newclass=.drkeecredit]text-align: center; width: 100%; font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700; margin-top: 3px;[/newclass][newclass=.drkeecredit a]font: 8px montserrat; font-weight: 700;[/newclass]
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