now I am the violence I am the sickness won't accept your silence beg me for forgiveness
AGE
Twenty-Five
PRONOUNS
Him/He
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
OCCUPATION
None
Demon
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Post by simon baug on Feb 16, 2019 3:02:15 GMT
Yeah, I've been burning up since you left [attr="class","whoo"]
Only one bar, huh. The young man made his way slowly down the road, hands deep into his pockets as he casually strolled through the crowd.
It wasn't the business city he has ever seen, but it was still quite popular for its size. Obviously there were many tourists who came from all over to stay in one of the motels and try the food in one of the many restaurants that catered to travellers. Many had tables out on the streets for patio eaters, while others were closed off for a more cozy atmosphere.
Simon was catching quite a bit of attention for himself as per usual. It was so normal at this time that he barely noticed the stares that came his way for his burned up and pierced face. If only they saw what was underneath the clothing, they'd be truly shocked. He snickered to himself.
He followed the directions that the local gave him to find the tavern. Up in the distance he was able to spot the sign that foretold he was getting close, swinging above the door on chains to advertise its location.
Within it, it was crammed. Only one tavern meant it was often busy up to the brim. It was hard to even find a chair let alone a table for him to rest a drink on. Thankfully, and for once, his appearance made grabbing a chair fairly easy as no one really liked confronting someone who seemed to have gone through hell already and survived to tell the tale. He took a recently empty seat next to the window and waited for the waitress to come around.
Where the original owner the seat went didn't matter, it was Simon's now.
TAG: ANYONE
MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=".whoo b"]color: #8f5a64[/newclass]
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I'm not good. Not bad. But I sure as hell ain't ugly.
AGE
38
PRONOUNS
He/Him/His
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
OCCUPATION
Demon Hunter
Beast
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Post by Dusty Skye on Feb 16, 2019 3:53:56 GMT
[googlefont=Dosis:700][newclass=".punkiduowrapper"]width:400px;margin:auto;height:500px;transition: 0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkifirstside"]width:400px;height:250px;background-image:url(https://i.ibb.co/KLDwxq3/image.png);transition: 0.75s;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduotoplyrics"]padding:20px; text-indent: 20px;font-family: Dosis; font-weight: 700; font-size: 30px; line-height: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; position: relative; z-index: 0; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0.8);[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduobottomlyrics"]padding: 20px; padding-top: 160px; font-family: Dosis; font-weight: 700; font-size: 30px; line-height: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0.8); text-indent: 20px; transition: 0.75s; position: relative; z-index: 0;[/newclass][newclass=".punkitopslide"]float:left;width:0;height:0;border-top:80px solid transparent;border-right:400px solid #ffffff;margin-top:-80px;transition:0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkibottomslide"]width:0;height:0;border-bottom:80px solid transparent;border-left:400px solid #ffffff;transition:0.75s;position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=".punkimiddle"]height:0px;background:#ffffff;width:400px; transition: 0.75s; position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=".punkimiddlecontent"]height: 0px; transition: 0.75s; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduopost"]height: 260px; width: 360px; margin: 0 20px; overflow: hidden; position: relative; top: -130px; transition: 0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduoinneropacity"]width: inherit; opacity: 0; transition: 0.3s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduoextra"]font-size:11px;line-height:20px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:calibri;color:#6e6e6e;transition: 0.3s;opacity: 0; margin-top: 20px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkisecondside"]width: 400px; height: 250px; transition: 0.75s; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(https://i.ibb.co/XZMTTMz/image.png);background-position: bottom;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkifirstside, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkisecondside"]height: 100px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkimiddle, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkimiddlecontent"]height:300px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduobottomlyrics"]padding-top: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduopost]top: 20px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduoinneropacity, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduoextra"]opacity: 1; transition-delay: 0.75s;[/newclass] [attr=class,punkiduowrapper] [attr=class,punkifirstside] [attr=class,punkiduotoplyrics]Well I met an old man Dying on a train. [attr=class,punkimiddle] [attr=class,punkitopslide] [attr=class,punkimiddlecontent] [attr=class,punkiduopost] [attr=class,punkiduoinneropacity]Dusty glared idly at his mug of beer as he tried to block out the noise of the crowded room behind him without much success, deciding it had a very crippling flaw in it. Namely, it was empty. Drained to the last drop and all but bone dry for it's usefulness in fulfilling it's purpose as a container of sour and bitter poison that he so willingly partook in. And, alas, it's current state of being reflected his pockets, the hidden compartments of his dusty coat with it's ragged tails being cloth without any bag of metal tokens to fill them. And he wasn't even drunk yet... curse his endurance and hardy liver.
Sighing, Dusty spun in his stool to squint at the crowded tavern room, one hand snaking under his bettered hat to scratch at his ears with an idle frown. He hummed to himself in thought, and leaned back against the bar, trying to assess the crowd and see if he could spot any likely 'new friends' to try picking up and getting a drink off of. He sincerely doubted they were gonna do one on the house for him, and he had already tried to get one 'on his tab' with a hopeful grin. But he was a wanderer, and such luxuries were only for those familiar enough to harass and heckle when such things went unpaid.
From the corner of his eye, Dusty noted casually as the person sitting next to him suddenly seemed to find the gusto and sobriety to leave in a right hurry. It had been a nice one too, crammed into the corner next to the window, the moon glimmering faintly silver on it's dirty sill and offering a bit more privacy and quiet then the rest of the bar. He ran his tongue over sharp teeth in thought, a brow arching curiously at the fellow who seemed only too happy to take the vacant seat.
"Howdy pardner" Dusty casually greeted as he half turned to eye the newcomer. An unfamiliar face, though to him that described everyone in the room. Though he was pretty sure if he'd seen this one before he would have remembered it. It was... distinct to say the least, and his raised brow quirked even farther up in curiosity and disbelief as he gave them a cursory scan over. Burns if he had to guess, looked almost like the guy had been trapped in an inferno. He'd known stranger, but not by much, and certainly they were nothing easy to the eye.
Trying to ignore the building headache at the cacophony of the bar around him, Dusty tipped his mug at them in a good nature, his gaze lingering but his good nature still managing to leak through despite the initial surprise and mild distaste at the figure. After all, someone estranged by others might take a bit better if company was offered them willingly right? "Well, you look like you've got quite the stories to tell eh?" [attr=class,punkiduoextra]words: 501 | simon baug | herro there [attr=class,punkibottomslide] [attr=class,punkisecondside] [attr=class,punkiduobottomlyrics]No more destination No more pain.
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now I am the violence I am the sickness won't accept your silence beg me for forgiveness
AGE
Twenty-Five
PRONOUNS
Him/He
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
OCCUPATION
None
Demon
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Post by simon baug on Feb 16, 2019 4:09:24 GMT
Yeah, I've been burning up since you left [attr="class","whoo"] It only took a moment until someone came by to disturb his peace. Turning to take a look at who it was that came up to him, to his surprise it wasn't a waiter who was eager to win his wage in tips by being brave enough to approach the man with the fucked up face - but some dirty old man who was maybe a little too friendly. What could he possibly want. Was this this seat originally his and instead of picking a fight, decided to go on a more friendly approach to either strike up a conversation or to get his seat back in a less than dramatic fashion? It was a rather safe bet from the looks of it. No matter, he was comfortable where he was and wanted a few drinks before he continued on his aimless wander around Arcadia until something interesting comes along. Keeping his borish facade, he didn't break character by putting on any other expression other than a neutral, uninterested look - even if the quip about his appearance was enough to make him smirk at any other time. Is that a poor joke at the expense of my pain? At this point his gaze hardened, curious to see what would come next from this individual. Pretty poor way to start a conversation, don't you think.TAG: Dusty Skye MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=".whoo b"]color: #8f5a64[/newclass]
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I'm not good. Not bad. But I sure as hell ain't ugly.
AGE
38
PRONOUNS
He/Him/His
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
OCCUPATION
Demon Hunter
Beast
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Feb 16, 2019 16:19:35 GMT
Post by Dusty Skye on Feb 16, 2019 16:19:35 GMT
[googlefont=Dosis:700][newclass=".punkiduowrapper"]width:400px;margin:auto;height:500px;transition: 0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkifirstside"]width:400px;height:250px;background-image:url(https://i.ibb.co/KLDwxq3/image.png);transition: 0.75s;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduotoplyrics"]padding:20px; text-indent: 20px;font-family: Dosis; font-weight: 700; font-size: 30px; line-height: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; position: relative; z-index: 0; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0.8);[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduobottomlyrics"]padding: 20px; padding-top: 160px; font-family: Dosis; font-weight: 700; font-size: 30px; line-height: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0.8); text-indent: 20px; transition: 0.75s; position: relative; z-index: 0;[/newclass][newclass=".punkitopslide"]float:left;width:0;height:0;border-top:80px solid transparent;border-right:400px solid #ffffff;margin-top:-80px;transition:0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkibottomslide"]width:0;height:0;border-bottom:80px solid transparent;border-left:400px solid #ffffff;transition:0.75s;position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=".punkimiddle"]height:0px;background:#ffffff;width:400px; transition: 0.75s; position: relative; z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=".punkimiddlecontent"]height: 0px; transition: 0.75s; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduopost"]height: 260px; width: 360px; margin: 0 20px; overflow: hidden; position: relative; top: -130px; transition: 0.75s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduoinneropacity"]width: inherit; opacity: 0; transition: 0.3s;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduoextra"]font-size:11px;line-height:20px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:calibri;color:#6e6e6e;transition: 0.3s;opacity: 0; margin-top: 20px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkisecondside"]width: 400px; height: 250px; transition: 0.75s; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(https://i.ibb.co/XZMTTMz/image.png);background-position: bottom;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkifirstside, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkisecondside"]height: 100px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkimiddle, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkimiddlecontent"]height:300px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduobottomlyrics"]padding-top: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduopost]top: 20px;[/newclass][newclass=".punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduoinneropacity, .punkiduowrapper:hover .punkiduoextra"]opacity: 1; transition-delay: 0.75s;[/newclass] [attr=class,punkiduowrapper] [attr=class,punkifirstside] [attr=class,punkiduotoplyrics]Well I met an old man Dying on a train. [attr=class,punkimiddle] [attr=class,punkitopslide] [attr=class,punkimiddlecontent] [attr=class,punkiduopost] [attr=class,punkiduoinneropacity]The fellow turned to look at him, and Dusty felt a grimace pull at one corner of his smile uncertainly. Don't get him wrong, part of it was just their look. The man looked half dead, like some sort of Hallow's Eve hodgepodge or fairy-tale monster, the lower half of their visage, most of their arms and hands, even rings around their eyes reddish pink in flesh and wrinkled with dark red and black spots and pockets. It was both mesmerizing and quite... disturbing, especially when paired with such flat and dead gaze as the male gave him, wordlessly staring at him with disinterest. Whatever must have given him those scars seemed like it must have come close to taking his life, or perhaps left him regretful it didn't, Dusty's free hand subconsciously reaching to scratch at his own jaw with an uncertain twist of brows as eyes squinted a bit more.
The other part was simply that though, the complete lack of reaction beyond turning to look at him. Dusty glanced at his mug for a second before looking back, and deciding it was pointless to hold an empty cup, set it behind him on the counter, leaning back against the self-same wooden table lazily, drawling out a light-hearted response to his silent companion. "Aight, tough crowd eh?" He couldn't help but notice the subtle coldness that creeped into that gaze at his attempt at jesting, and held back a disappointed sigh. Touchy subject apparently. Well note that then.
"Well" Dusty said, trying to change tack as he eyes the fellow with a loose lopsided smile hanging about a corner of his lips in an attempt and inviting some sort of speech to his friend. "What brings you around these parts? Just a traveler like me, or you got a destination in mind?" At least, he assumed they weren't a local. Certainly others were distinctly acting different towards this newcomer, either shying away from their lonely corner, or whispering, the hushed hisses of voices another noise to bother and agitate him and dance on the edge of his hearing amidst the already roaring din. Dusty didn't mind taverns really, but going them sober too long was a pain of it's own, and sometimes he wondered what it really was like for humans. Was their hearing that bad, or did they just not mind being deafened by their own kind for the sake of poisoning themselves beyond care? Who was he to judge though, that's the same self-destruction he sought. [attr=class,punkiduoextra]words: 420 | simon baug | welp [attr=class,punkibottomslide] [attr=class,punkisecondside] [attr=class,punkiduobottomlyrics]No more destination No more pain.
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now I am the violence I am the sickness won't accept your silence beg me for forgiveness
AGE
Twenty-Five
PRONOUNS
Him/He
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
OCCUPATION
None
Demon
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Post by simon baug on Feb 17, 2019 3:01:37 GMT
Yeah, I've been burning up since you left [attr="class","whoo"]What brought him here?What did bring him here.Like a lost breeze, he seemed to roll in from town to town. Ever since he made that pact, it seemed that nothing mattered anymore. Not the scars, not making new relations - he simply wandered mindlessly until something catches his fancy. Certainly he would know it when he saw it, whatever he was looking for. Perhaps he was just on standby, waiting for him to make a move, to tell them what to do. Maybe it was vengeance. He wasn't certain, he had eternity to figure out out now anyway.No destination in mind. Just trying to find nothing I guess. He spat out, a useless answer really - even he knew that as the words spewed from his mouth. Bright blue eyes staring into the stranger, but not quite seeing him until he snapped back into reality. Finally his focus narrowed on the dirty, taller man.
What do you want. He was too friendly, what was his goal to come talk to Simon. It wasn't the seat from how this was going so far. So what could it be.
A waitress came by, possibly more so for the man in the hat, but she took Simon's order as well. He ordered the cheapest drink, some beer they had kicking around - it was something and he didn't have much to spend anyway. I don't have anything for you. Or are you gay - thinking maybe this face needs some kind of ass and I'd be desperate enough.
Finally he broke his dull facade, cracking a mild smile in a mischievous grin. Maybe he can have a bit of fun here, what kind of person was this in front of him. TAG: Dusty Skye MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=".whoo b"]color: #8f5a64[/newclass]
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