Yoshida Ikki
Shipugakure Shinobi
[M:0]
You don't know me. Even if you did, you wouldn't understand.
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Post by Yoshida Ikki on Aug 12, 2012 13:10:21 GMT -6
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| [STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #navy;] Name: Night on the town Rank: D Mission: The parent of three lovely academy level students, wants to go on a night in the town for a couple of hours. The fact is that their tough, hardcore babysitter bailed out on them. Your mission is to do whatever it takes to babysit the kids and put them to sleep before the parents make it home. Try not to burn the place down! Post Requirements: 6 posts, 2 paragraphs [/style] |
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Yoshida Ikki
Shipugakure Shinobi
[M:0]
You don't know me. Even if you did, you wouldn't understand.
Posts: 18
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Post by Yoshida Ikki on Aug 13, 2012 10:13:14 GMT -6
[atrb=style,width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; border: 3px solid #navy; background: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/2dhfwpj.png); float: top; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 40px;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 7px; margin-top: 20px; width: 436px; bTable][STYLE=line-height: 28px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 30px; width: 320px;]no one mourns the wicked,[/style][STYLE=font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 320px; line-height: 10px;]No one mourns the Wicked. No one cries "They won't return!" No one lays a [color=lily on their grave. The good man scorns the Wicked! - - - - - - - - -[/style] | [atrb=style, vertical-align:top; padding: 5px; height: 100px; text-align: center;][STYLE=font-size:8px; width: 80px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 2px solid #navy; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #CCCCCC;]tag - taser word - note - jutsu - items -
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| [STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #navy;]WIP. Saving the post.
An unusually large house stood before him, looming over him at what seemed just inches below the clouds. It was truly a beautiful home with ivy hanging from the bricks, cracking them ever so slightly as they buried their roots to climb to the sun. The ivy was obviously managed well and added a touch of nature to the civilized-looking mansion. The family was by no doubt very wealthy. Ikki hated wealthy people. Maybe that was because money had always been an issue for him with only a generous monthly check to spread even from groceries to house bills. That’s why he was bothered. And what was the reason for him being here? He had a mission to do, and he would get it done no matter how much he wished to just turn it down.
”Suck it up, Ikki. It’s just for a couple of hours...how hard could this be?
Walking up to the house was a good workout. It was an extremely long drive way going uphill, hedges on both sides with neatly trimmed edges in the shape of animals. The road was paved nicely and looked brand new, no cracks where individual blades of grass could poke through to reach for the sun. Finally he reached the door. It was a large door with stained glass windows in a unique pattern that he could imagine seeing after looking into a kaleidoscope.
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