Posts by faolan15

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify]I can, but they don't look particularly professional.[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify]I haven't made any recently, I'll try to go find some old stuff.[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify]Nope.

TPBM is involved in at least five fandoms.[/justify][/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify]Cato made note of where the other careers were positioned, trying to make the best of the time that they had to wait. As the time ran out, he darted out towards the conucopia as fast as he could, knowing that the other tributes were doing the same. He immediately picked up the sword, his weapon of choice. As the boy from District 6 approached, he killed him with ease. There was a reason they called it the bloodbath.

He looked around, still alert, to see how the rest of the group was doing. It seemed that they had all gotten their weapons of choice. Some of the tributes had already run away, some not even attempting to get any supplies.[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify]Somebody else make the graphic, I'm not on the right computer right now. [/justify][/fancypost]

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Should we just temp the others until more join? Short post because there need to be other tributes being played.

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The cornucopia was quickly cleared out, some dead, some out in the forest. The careers were left with most of the supplies and weapons, though a few things had been taken by other tributes. Cato looked around and saw that his allies were untouched, not that it was a surprise. They were all volunteers of course, and had trained their whole lives for this moment.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify]Brokenblade, bored and simply wandering around, stopped in his tracks as he came upon the large... he didn't even know what. It looked like two-leg things, with cats all over them. He was slightly curious, and that combined with his boredom caused him to take a closer look.
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Brokenblade almost stopped to ask somebody what was going on, but almost immediately discarded the thought. All of the cats were running around, playing with fire.[/justify][/fancypost]

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The senior warrior looked around cautiously, not daring touch any of the odd things he saw. All were large, larger than most of the things that he had seen before.[/justify][/fancypost]

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Brokenblade got dangerously close to a large, round thing with seats familiar to those that he had seen in twoleg establishments. He had never been on one, or touched one, or really even been near one before, but he did recognize it. As a twoleg thing, and he knew from experience that anything related to twolegs could not be good.[/justify][/fancypost]

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Brokenblade stepped away from the large thing, commonly referred to as a ferris wheel. He, of course, didn't know that though, and was still confused as to what exactly he was looking at.[/justify][/fancypost]

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Blinking his crystal blue eyes open, he looked around, remembering where he was and what he was doing. There were less cats in the amusement park than there had been last night, but they were still coming in and out, marveling at the large collection of rides.[/justify][/fancypost]

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Brokenblade sat down, and curled his tail around his white paws, trying to stay warm in the cool morning air. He silently watched all of the cats run around and have fun, wondering what exactly was so entertaining.[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify]Join the careers. Because you volunteered. For the Hunger Games.
More people! :)[/justify][/fancypost]

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Brokenblade saw some animals getting some sort of food from some odd stands that were lined up. He walked over, a little bit hungry, though he didn't dare try any. It smelled of two-legs, just like the whole place.[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][justify]Hai.

TPBM has an annoying sibling.[/justify][/fancypost]

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Brokenblade saw all of the animals going so eagerly onto the rides, wondering if they knew something he didn't. They were all so confident, or maybe careless. He was tempted to try one himself, but he had to remain ever digilent. He continued to sit patiently, the smell of the popcorn blowing around around him.[/justify][/fancypost]

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Brokenblade saw many cats looking lonely, but didn't approach any of them. He wasn't a particularly social cat, even around those he knew well. He did stand up though, stretching out as he did so. The tom walked along the sides of the rides, looking up in awe and confusion as he passed each one.[/justify][/fancypost]

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Amongst the adult cats, Brokenblade also saw kits and apprentice-aged felines. How did they get out of their camps without notice? He just shook the thought away, they were probably loners or something. It wasn't that uncommon, really; he had been a loner in his youth as well. Questions and memories aside, the senior warrior of the Covenant continued to watch, interest fading as he continuously tried to contemplate the scene.[/justify][/fancypost]