SO IF YOU WANT SURVIVAL [o, public torture]

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    ♚ -- I love their endless worshiping[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 410px; border-top: 3px dashed; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; font-family: verdana; line-height:95%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]Ugh, normally he'd have someone do this for him, an NPC probably, but the tiger was going to torture a Thunderclanner. It wasn't anything personal, really, oh no, he was just bored as hell and he was tired of Thunderclanners trying to push him out of here. Dragging in Micheal, the tiger tossed him onto the ground and smirked.


    [b]"Oh, it's nothing personal, really. It's just what people DO." The tiger shouted the last part, mostly for the Sherlock reference, but also because he seemed to shout randomly at times. Locking his brown eyes on his target, the childish psychopath lashed his tail and smirked. Unsheathing his claws, the son of Canadianflag and unknown gave a wicked, almost insane grin as he swerved his ears in a small semi-circle. "Truly, nothing personal." Brokencrown's smirk widened as he took a few steps forward towards his newest game.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][font=georgia]Truth be told, torture was as boring as foreplay. It was foreplay to death. He didn't want to see it, he wanted to see the outright death-- was that bad? Perhaps.


    The ThunderClanner's face remained blank as he approached though, unsure of how to react. Should he pretend to be upset? That's what it seemed like he should do.

    [justify][size=10px][color=white]Man, this is not what he was expecting. He was just enjoying his day until this guy showed up. Maaan, was he upset and pissed. He grunted as he was tossed to the ground and narrowed his eyes. The archangel snorted at the words that came from the male's maw.

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    ♚ -- I love their endless worshiping[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 410px; border-top: 3px dashed; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; font-family: verdana; line-height:95%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]Giving a small frown, the tiger would latch his claws onto the puma's shoulder and draw his face close. [b]"Oh darling, you don't think I'm lying. Do you?"     The tiger drew back suddenly and laughed, his brown eyes glimmering with insanity as he plunged his claws into Michael's back leg and used his other paw to twist it, breaking the limb quickly but painfully. "Dear me, that'll never do."[/fancypost]
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    aaaaaAAAAAHHHHH <3333




    William's eyes glanced up, the deputy moving forward. Who was it this time- oh? It wasn't Fragile doing the torturing. Highly curious with this new figure, he stalks around them, lavender eyes locked on Brokencrown. Oh dear, oh my.




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    Disregarding any of the people watching, instead this was his time to focus on his poor target. Allowing a small scowl to open his lips, the tiger would then smash his paws down onto the broken leg. Finally he had something to do, something, a game, worth playing. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 220px; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: white; font-size: 10px;]did you miss michael sammy?


    Michael screamed in agony as his leg was broken then smashed. He growled softly. "That all you got?" he managed to sneer even though he was in pain

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    ♚ -- I love their endless worshiping[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 410px; border-top: 3px dashed; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; font-family: verdana; line-height:95%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]Tossing his head back and laughing darkly, Broken soon stopped and smirked at the poor mountain lion. [b]"Oh, I'm barely beginning."     He tossed a smirk towards Michael before stabbing his long claws into the puma's back leg muscle, it wouldn't do much damage except hurt like hell for a while. "Just getting started." The tiger echoed himself as he wondered where to start next, it would probably be something with the eyes. Brokencrown ignored the crowd, he wasn't interested in that right now, oh no, he was about his game.[/fancypost]
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    [size=2][glow=black,2,300]well tell her that i miss our little talks ![/glow][/size]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width:400px;]Frenchhorn didn't hear the scream, but he saw it, which was almost as bad. For a moment, he was thankful for his ears being what they were. Then he found himself focusing on Michael, tense and twitching, nervously fiddling with his scarf. Oh, why was he even here? Stars, this was awful.


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    ( MICHAEL + MORIARTY-ISH CHARACTER. I CANT- )




    The deputy of the takeover purred his appreciation towards Broken, the tiger's eyes glimmering with mischief. Ah, there was that spark.




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    Michael cursed inwardly as Broken sunk his claws into his back leg muscle. He flattened his ears against his skull and hissed softly at the tiger. His emerald optics flickered to those that came over. Though his gaze lingered on William for quite a bit before he looked at his tormentor. "Really now? Everything you do seems so clichè, just like your face."

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    Leo came over watching with narrowed eyes. He didn't know Michael to well, but he didn't want to see the sentry tortured. The lion wondered if the bloodclanner would stop soon.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 230px; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: white; font-size: 10px;]Mike gritted his teeth together as pain shot through him as claws met his left eye. His injured eye twitched as blood seeped out and onto the ground. Though that didn't stop him from laughing. [b]"Is this your first time torturing someone? Because if so, you're better bad at it," the one-eyed male snickered.