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  • lupus and luna [&&] storage

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-right: 2px solid #f4f4f4; width: 2px; height: 100px; margin-top: 75px; margin-left: -35px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 150px; padding: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: black; margin-top: 100px;][b]AARON SCOTT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-top: 2px solid #f4f4f4; width: 150px; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px; margin-left: -5px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 150px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #999999; line-height: 11px; margin-left: -5px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 10px solid #f9f9f9; width: 10px; height: 30px; background: url(http://im2.ezgif.com/tmp/ezgif.com-3cbfa19f8b.jpg) center; background-size: cover; float: right; margin-left: 10px;][/fancypost]ifiI'm the person that you think i am, clueless chump you seem to think i am, so easily led astray[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-left: 1px solid #f4f4f4; width: 1px; height: 300px; margin-left: -4px; margin-bottom: -8px; margin-top: -8px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 316px; height: 284px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-left: -45px; margin-top: -5px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 316px; height: 284px; overflow: auto; padding: none; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 308px; min-height: 284px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #999999; line-height: 10px;]your main text here
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    [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8px; color: white; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -6px;]MARSY LOVES YOU ♥

  • Aɴᴅ Tʜᴇ Wᴏʀʟᴅ Is Gᴏɴɴᴀ Kɴᴏᴡ Yᴏᴜʀ Nᴀᴍᴇ | Superhero/villain RP | ROLEPLAY THREAD

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:6px solid #F7819F; width:100px; height:120px; border-radius:500px; background:url(http://s11.favim.com/610/16041…od-Favim.com-4203496.jpeg) right center; background-size:cover;][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-bottom:3px solid #F7819F; width:221px; height:auto; text-align:left; padding:3px; padding-left:9px; font-size:17px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:-1.5px; word-spacing:5px; margin-left:-15px; margin-top:13px;]ARTEMIS | [i][color=black]i [color=black]ii [color=black]iii [color=black]iv [color=black]v[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-right:3px solid #F7819F; width:150px; height:150px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; font-size:12px; color:#F7819F; font-family:arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:-.5px; word-spacing: 3px; line-height:90%; padding:0px; padding-right:10px; padding-top:5px;][i]Beauty queen on a silver screen Living life like I'm in a dream I know I've got a big ego I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though —[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#F7819F; border:none; width:370px; height:150px; overflow:hidden; padding:5px][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:368px; height:150px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:368px; min-height:150px; padding:2px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; color:#fff; font-size:10.5px; line-height:90%;]Artemis flinched visibly when Barron's scream reached her ears, and she hastily stepped out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk. The raven-haired girl set off at a brisk walk, but paused when she saw the other girl in front of her, further down the sidewalk. The blonde was limping heavily, and appeared to be injured. Artemis was already late for her appointment, but she could not ignore her righteous calling. It was her God-given duty to help those in need, and to punish those who deserved it. With a sigh, she quickened her pace and caught up to the blonde. She attempted to put her arm on the other woman's arm.
    "Excuse me, but may I help you?" Despite having killed a man mere minutes ago, Artemis's voice was comfortingly concerned, high, and girlish. However, if you listened closely there was an undertone of seriousness in her voice, and her dark eyes pierced the blonde with a gravitas that couldn't be ignored. Tactfully she averted her gaze from the blonde's bleeding face and obvious wounds. Internally Artemis's mind was racing like an overdue train. She had heard the superhero flying over head, and praying that he wouldn't catch sight of her mess in the alleyway. If she had more time she would have taken carer of it, but her best bet right now was to get as far away from here as fast as possible. Unfortunately this girl would slow her down.
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  • lupus and luna [&&] storage

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-right: 2px solid #f4f4f4; width: 2px; height: 100px; margin-top: 75px; margin-left: -35px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 150px; padding: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: black; margin-top: 100px;][b]AARON[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-top: 2px solid #f4f4f4; width: 150px; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px; margin-left: -5px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 150px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #999999; line-height: 11px; margin-left: -5px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 10px solid #f9f9f9; width: 10px; height: 30px; background: url(http://i978.photobucket.com/al…f2e329d7f_zpsvosnrzaw.jpg) center; background-size: cover; float: right; margin-left: 10px;][/fancypost]if i'm the clueless chump you seem to think i am, so easily led astray, then why do you want me back? aaron scott is a scottish pianist who uses a crutch to walk, and wants to be your friend.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-left: 1px solid #f4f4f4; width: 1px; height: 300px; margin-left: -4px; margin-bottom: -8px; margin-top: -8px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 316px; height: 284px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-left: -45px; margin-top: -5px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 316px; height: 284px; overflow: auto; padding: none; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 308px; min-height: 284px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #999999; line-height: 10px;]Aaron, as a second-year student, was scared to go back to the dorm. He sat in the mess hall, with his rapidly cooling cup of coffee, and fidgeting hands. The ginger reached for his crutch, paused, then put his hand back on the table. Due to his 'impairment', he had chosen to stay in the dorms rather than an apartment. An apartment would be too far to walk with his crutch, especially since he tired easily. It was nice to be so close to everything, and to be completely immersed in the community.
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  • IF YOU WANT TO BE FAMOUS — P

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-right: 2px solid #f4f4f4; width: 2px; height: 100px; margin-top: 75px; margin-left: -35px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 150px; padding: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: black; margin-top: 100px;][b]AARON[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-top: 2px solid #f4f4f4; width: 150px; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px; margin-left: -5px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 150px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #999999; line-height: 11px; margin-left: -5px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 10px solid #f9f9f9; width: 10px; height: 30px; background: url(http://i978.photobucket.com/al…f2e329d7f_zpsvosnrzaw.jpg) center; background-size: cover; float: right; margin-left: 10px;][/fancypost]if i'm the clueless chump you seem to think i am, so easily led astray, then why do you want me back? aaron scott is a scottish pianist who uses a crutch to walk, and wants to be your friend.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-left: 1px solid #f4f4f4; width: 1px; height: 300px; margin-left: -4px; margin-bottom: -8px; margin-top: -8px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 316px; height: 284px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-left: -45px; margin-top: -5px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 316px; height: 284px; overflow: auto; padding: none; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 308px; min-height: 284px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #999999; line-height: 10px;]Aaron, as a second-year student, was scared to go back to the dorm. He sat in the mess hall, with his rapidly cooling cup of coffee, and fidgeting hands. The ginger reached for his crutch, paused, then put his hand back on the table. Due to his 'impairment', he had chosen to stay in the dorms rather than an apartment. An apartment would be too far to walk with his crutch, especially since he tired easily. It was nice to be so close to everything, and to be completely immersed in the community. However, his piano did not fit in his dorm very easily. It was comfortable enough for him, for he didn't take up much space and neither did he have many possessions. Aaron was long and lanky, but narrow and thin. He always appears as if he is apologizing for taking up the little space that he does.




    He sipped some of the cheap coffee, drumming his long, pale fingers on the table. The pianist wasn't sure how he had avoided being given a roommate when he first enrolled, but he suspected that it was some twisted attempt to 'protect' him from potential ableism. He had been a bit disgruntled at first, but he actually liked having a dorm to himself. It was nice to have someplace to escape from the hustle and bustle of the school. However, now that Marvel Arts was taking on more students, his hermitage would shortly be lost forever. Of course, Aaron was always up for a new friend, but not one who lived with him. Realizing he was just delaying the inevitable, he grabbed his crutch and inserted it under his right arm. He stood one his left leg, balancing until he could get his crutch into place. With a grunt, he set off on his way back to the dorm. Most of the other students had gotten used to him hopping around the campus, but the influx of new students drew him some stares and murmurs behind his back. Aaron had been unable to use his leg since he was eleven; one would think he would be used to it by now. He quickened his pace, eager to get back to his dorm and away from pitying eyes. It was with great relief that he was able to shut the door behind him, and leaned against it, closing his eyes in relief.
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  • IF YOU WANT TO BE FAMOUS — P

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-right: 2px solid #f4f4f4; width: 2px; height: 100px; margin-top: 75px; margin-left: -35px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 150px; padding: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: black; margin-top: 100px;]AARON[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-top: 2px solid #f4f4f4; width: 150px; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px; margin-left: -5px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 150px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #999999; line-height: 11px; margin-left: -5px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 10px solid #f9f9f9; width: 10px; height: 30px; background: url(http://i978.photobucket.com/al…f2e329d7f_zpsvosnrzaw.jpg) center; background-size: cover; float: right; margin-left: 10px;][/fancypost]if i'm the clueless chump you seem to think i am, so easily led astray, then why do you want me back? aaron scott is a scottish pianist who uses a crutch to walk, and wants to be your friend.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-left: 1px solid #f4f4f4; width: 1px; height: 300px; margin-left: -4px; margin-bottom: -8px; margin-top: -8px;][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 316px; height: 284px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-left: -45px; margin-top: -5px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 316px; height: 284px; overflow: auto; padding: none; padding-right: 24px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 308px; min-height: 284px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #999999; line-height: 10px;]As he leaned against the flimsy door, Aaron rapidly became aware of the other presence in his room. The other boy; it must be him. Aaron's blue-grey eyes snapped open and his gaze locked onto the brunet holding the guitar. He looked startled, but also tired. Maybe if he was tired he would be unable to converse with him. Aaron knotted his left hand in his curly ginger afro and tightened his fingers around his crutch. In an attempt to make his grandparents proud and be a welcoming roommate, he mustered what was meant to be a friendly smile, but only half succeeded. He normally did well with this sort of thing; he wasn't sure what was up with him today. Maybe it was the coffee, or maybe it was the fact that his new roommate was cute. Why did God hate him? What had he ever done to deserve this fate? Aaron leaned more heavily on his crutch, thankful that something in his life was stolid, and always reliable. He released his messy curls and waved at the newcomer with his free hand. It was a slightly awkward, but amiable wave. [b]"Hi."

    		 His voice was a tad too loud, and his Scots accent a bit too thick, and he winced at the sound of it. He simply wasn't cut out for meeting new people. He could handle new people introducing themselves to him, but not the other way around.
    The gangly pianist took a deep breath, and summoned a real smile this time. "I'm Aaron. I'm your roommate." To be sure the other boy new exactly what he would be dealing with, Aaron limped over to his own bed and sat down, making his impairment obvious. He reached over, and laid a hand on his nearby piano, which stood awkwardly at the head of his bed.
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    [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8px; color: white; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -6px;]MARSY LOVES YOU ♥

  • Aɴᴅ Tʜᴇ Wᴏʀʟᴅ Is Gᴏɴɴᴀ Kɴᴏᴡ Yᴏᴜʀ Nᴀᴍᴇ | Superhero/villain RP | ROLEPLAY THREAD

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-right:3px solid #F7819F; width:150px; height:150px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; font-size:12px; color:#F7819F; font-family:arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:-.5px; word-spacing: 3px; line-height:90%; padding:0px; padding-right:10px; padding-top:5px;][i]Beauty queen on a silver screen Living life like I'm in a dream I know I've got a big ego I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though —[/fancypost]

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    Artemis watched the chaos from a little ways away. She didn't intervene when the wolf started brawling with the mobsters, nor when the hero decked out in red showed up and started kicking ass. To be honest, she didn't want to participate even a little bit. The injured blonde went over there to join the discussion, and seeing how she had done what she could, Artemis turned on her heel to leave the area. However, before she was out of earshot, a familiar voice caught her attention. A boy in a metal suit had materialised, and she knew him. They attended the same school. Barron Stark. Artemis had never spoken to him directly, but she knew of him. His personality made that rather hard to avoid. The raven-haired girl could never resist messing with someone like him. She redirected her course and headed back towards the little cluster of oddballs on the sidewalk. Of course, it would be very bad if Barron didn't recognize her. She might get jumped by a bunch of hormonal superheroes. She raised her hand to wave at him, unknowingly moving the jacket tied around her waist, allowing the blood stains on her clothes to become visible.
    "Barron! I'm not surprised to see your lady-charming activities continue outside the schoolyard." Artemis quirked a smile at him, and raised her eyebrows suggestively at Selene. The wolf-girl seemed nice enough, but there was no harm in stirring the cauldron. "I'd be careful if I were you. He goes through girls like he goes through his papa's money." She winked at him to insure that he knew she was only teasing. You never knew with these heroic types. To be fair, Barron had done nothing to earn Artemis's wrath, besides exist, that is. She hadn't been involved with him, but she knew girls who had, and she found no shame in sneaking a quick jab in here and there. The quip about his father might have been uncalled for, however.
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