Party Rock! [Kitty]

[CALICO VALENTINE]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;] i feel so irrational, so confrontational so to tell the truth i am Divine punishment will soon end this planet but till then, the Grim Reaper would have to create his own brand of justice and seek revenge. The calm winds blew through the ears of a young man whom lost alot for being a young man. The wind spoke, saying "freedom is what's desired." This man couldn't agree more and it was about time he had a taste of this freedom. Looking at his once of a home, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter. "Long lived my brother, Valentine D. August." Calico remarked in a low tone, recalling the news of his late older brother. Taking a deep sigh, he threw the lighter at his home. Before the house had a chance to really catch on fire, Calico was on his way to began his new life. As he made his way to town, he began to wonder how exactly was he gonna get of this island? According to the people, marines were in town and where there marines, there were ships. With that, he had his ticket out of here but he needed a small plan to get these ships. "Freedom comes at a high price." Calico said cracking his knuckles, looking around him. He placed his hands on his hips, as he eyed the crowd, cheering for the marines. The Reaper lowered his hands , resting on his guns' holsters. Slowly licking his lips, he did a small head count. This would be alot simpler if he had some back up right about. ( Getting Away With Murder )

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[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

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[atrb=style, font family: Helvetica; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #f5f5dc; border: 2px double #8b4513; color: #000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 1.] Why was she on this god forsaken island? That was a question she was asking herself though she was also wondering about the term god forsaken. She wasn't religious and the idea of some big guy lording it over the universe just pissed her off so why had she thought the words god forsaken. Damn religion. It got everywhere. It was ruining her freedom of clear thought. Thriller Bark. The home of scoundrels. Or at least that was how it was described. Now she thought about it the reason she had come here was to find ingredients she had not used in her cooking before, but she had found none. She also came looking for a crew, but so far she had found none. Now she wanted to leave. Problem was the marines were in the dock. Two ships. Enough marines to cause a problem. She was wearing her usual attire. It consisted of a a leather tunic with leather pauldrons, thigh-high boots and long leather gloves. Both gloves and boots are attached to the tunic with leather suspender belts. On her back was a large sword loosely holstered. Over the top of all this she wore a light grey hooded claok. Held over her shoulder was a large duffel bag. "Fucking marines." she said to herself walking towards the docks. There was only one way off Thriller Bark and it was through those marines so she was going to do just that. Go right through them. Still, two ships would be a problem. "I wonder if I can handle two ships worth of those scum." What annoyed her more then anything at this moment was not the marine's themselves, but the fact that people were cheering for them. This place was full of low-lifes, as well as some pirates, and yet these people were cheering for marines who were probably going to arrest half of them. Perhaps they felt if they cheered hard enough the marine's would leave them alone. That was stupid. If they all charged at once they could probably drive the marine's off. "Freedom comes at a high price" someone said. She glanced about and saw a man lighting fingering guns in his holster. She walked up and stood next to him. "It should be free, but it isn't." she replied. The man was clearly a pirate to her eyes. He looked pretty tough as well. An ally to aid her escape from here perhaps. "Fancy helping me pay the price of freedom?" She asked as she stared at the marine boats whilst cracking her knuckles. One ally to distract a few marines would give one hell of an edge. Should be just enough she thought to herself.

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[YONKOU BYAKKO]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style=width: 500px; height: 350px; background-color: E3CEAC; border-radius: 40px][style=float: left; width: 120px; height: 350px; background-color: 242338; border-radius: 40 0 0 40][style=height: 10px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/1-1.png); -webkit-border-radius: 35px; -moz-border-radius: 35px; border-radius: 35 0 0 0; margin-left: 10px][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: C95E59; ; text-align: justify; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding: 10px]music Alphabeat - Boyfriend words 422 notes I'll admit, not my best work. Blah.[/style][/style][style=float: left; width: 15px; height: 350px; background-color: 733F48][/style][style=float: left; width: 15px; height: 350px; background-color: C95E59][/style][style=float: left; width: 15px; height: 350px; background-color: F2A17E][/style][style=height: 1px][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: C95E59; text-align: right; margin-right: 45px; margin-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px]don't drop your arms i'll guard your heart[/style][style=float: right; width: 300px; height: 200px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding: 15px; font-family: verdana; color: 242338; font-size: 10px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify] Nikon Fausto wasn't a man who held on particularly tightly to any kind of familial sentiment. He only had his brother Dmitri left in this world, and to hell with any kind of a relationship with that pompous self satisfied nut monkey. So yeah, not exactly on best terms with the dude to be quite honest, but there was one type of sentiment even the relatively closed off Pirate could get behind. Friendship, or at the very least comradeship. Since getting his ass onto a nice lil' boat heading out away from Lyneel Kingdom, Nikon had got into a fair share of scraps. Nothing he couldn't handle himself, but since joining up with Calico under the banner of his fledgling crew Eternal Phantom, he had yet to find someone able to stand against them. Just imagine what it'd be like once they actually had numbers on their side as well. Hijinks. But here he was in the infamous Thriller Bark of West Blue, far from his ass kissing kin watching his friend pay his respects to his own flesh and blood. Only for Calico it was genuine. Something that Nikon honestly didn't think he would be able to do. He had watched his buddy set the house alight, and had the decency and sense of the occasion not to interfere or distract him from his task. It was his thing, Nikon had no right to interfere with his Captains personal business. Following him into the town afterwards, he noticed the ominous sight of his leaders knuckles being cracked and let out a slow sigh. Walking slowly up towards where his partner in crime, all crimes seriously - they're badass, he noticed the girl approach and converse with his Captain. She seemed keen to fight at least, which would definitely be helpful. Watching the Marines carefully, the Oncoming Storm came up behind the newly formed duo and announced his presence with a simple statement. "Less talkin' more stabbin' you two. There's a whole lotta scum out there, and the sun's goin' down. I need a drink eh?" Sliding past both Catherine and Valentine, he gave the girl a wave as he calmly walked towards the Marines. Pulling up the sleeves of his simple hooded top, he exposed the bracer upon his left wrist to the world. If anyone gave him a reason to, they'd soon discover that there was more to him than met the eye. Hell, this might even end up being better than a drink. Probably not though. [/style][/style]

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[CALICO VALENTINE]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;] i feel so irrational, so confrontational so to tell the truth i am The white haired man was ready to slay some marines but came to a slow halt when someone grew closer to him. Never before had he seen this woman's face around this parks, giving him more of a reason to shoot. Her words had confused Calico, unclear what she was referring. As she continue, Calico understood that she making comment at his previous statement. Arching his eyebrow, he wasn't one of those poor idiots who trust every women who cross their path. Though Calico could easily use her as bail if she wasn't someone he could trust. Removing his guns from their sleep, he smirked and winked, passing the woman. "Try and keep up with me, hun." Before Calico had a chance to make his presence known to the marines, his best friend and first mate stole his thunder. He was always pulling this random shit but that's what Nikon...Nikon. Calico placed his hand on Nikon's shoulder and smiled. Walking back his old pal, it was time to take care of business now. Raising his white gun, he fired off two rounds, alerting the public and the marines. "Listen up because I'm gonna say this once! Marines, ya fuck the dead and protect ya weak asses! That is all!" The Reaper spoke and the crowd went silent, waiting for the Marines to take action. Calico rested his peace on his shoulder, laughing. Out of the blue, Calico grabbed a random young man and placed the gun to his head. "Bang!" Placing a large amount of pressure on the trigger, a clicking sound went off as a bullet released the chamber and flew into the marines brains. The bullet exited the head, releasing blood that looked similar to a water coming out of a fountain. Removing his hand away from the soulless body, it fell the ground causing a panic through the crowd. ( Getting Away With Murder )

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[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

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[atrb=style, font family: Helvetica; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #f5f5dc; border: 2px double #8b4513; color: #000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 1.] So there was to be three of them on this little jaunt off the island. Well, that just made things easier. With three of them they would probably be able to handle this without too much difficulty. It seemed that they were not going to even attempt to plan things out as the gun wielder had already shot a marine. Well, that was one down at least. Still the man seemed to think she wouldn't be able to keep up. That was where he was wrong. She dashed forward easily leaping over a majority of the crowd and landed on a large man's shoulder. She leapt off this man's shoulder and landed a powerful kick right into a marine's face sending him flying. The force was enough to knock him unconscious, but due to the way she had hit him the nasal bone had been forced into the brain killing him instantly. "Another one bites the dust." she grinned as she dashed across to one of the ships which marine's were getting off of. Her left arm seemed to swell slightly with muscle and then she punched the ship. "One hit tenderizer." The force of the blow knocked a large hole about 5ft wide and almost circular. Water began to flow into the ship. Marines began to shoot at her, but suddenly she seemed to blur and she appeared to be in several places at once. In truth though she was just moving so fast with bursts of speed that she was leaving after images. As she moved down the dock she punched more holes in the ship, all of them quite close to the sea level so the water would flow in easily. "Hey you with the gun....you got a ship or are we taking the other marine one?" she shouted as she got closer to him. The ship she had scuttled wouldn't sink properly here, the sea wasn't deep enough, but should they try to follow them out to sea that ship would sink, especially as the waves would widen the holes. It seemed the marine's had realised their predicament as they were jumping off their ship and charging them. A few dozen per ship....say fifty men over all or something. It was certainly going to be fun. She'd done all this fighting so far one handed as she was still carrying her bag.

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[MELLO]

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[YONKOU BYAKKO]

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[CALICO VALENTINE]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;] i feel so irrational, so confrontational so to tell the truth i am With a soulless body on the ground, the white hair pirate began to feel alive. The blood leaked all over the ground, reaching his boots while their was some blood on his cheek. Sliding his index finger under the leaking blood, he placed his finger in his mouth taking the blood which was stained by his status of being a marine and taking freedom away. "How many victims must be curse till the message of justice is seen? Calico wondered to himself, as he stepped over the fallen soul. A dark grin consumed his face, for the Reaper was he to collect the souls, he was promised! He even had a two decent followers to ensure the souls we're crushed to dust and the will of the views would remember this day. The day when the Reaper came to town and killed! Raising his gun in his left hand, his eyes looked into the innocents and gave a wicked laugh. "PRAY FOR MERCY!!" Turning the gun onto a old gentlemen in the crowd dressed in a marine uniform. Pulling the trigger three times, released three bullets which went through the man's two eyes and nose. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a special chip which had seven bullet shells, capable of creating fire on the moment of impact. Flipping Emna upside down, where Calico was holding it with his picky, put on his yellow shades. Turning away for a moment, he could see Nikon and this lady were having some fun themselves. Turning back to himself and his victims, he ready to fire but a noise went off twice, similar to the sound of his guns. Quickly dashing to the left, Calico released Tenshi and scanned to find a man in a black suit with two pistols. Raising the one in his direction, "You took out a marine, guessing ya a pirate? Wanna join us in taking a ship from the marines?" Calico said, eyeing the man, unaware of his nature and next move. Foot steps grew closer and closer from the behind. Laughing, using Emna and not turning around, he fired one bullet at the ground which creating a roaring fire, stopping the foots steps in their tracks. Tilting his head, fired a bullet from Tenshi at a large man which was aiming for the man in the black suit, Calico shot the douche in the eye. Blooding was flying back and fort. The ladies screamed louder for help and the marines continue to charge but to the best of their efforts, wasn't enough for Nikon and the woman. Taking a small change with the dude with the guns, Calico turned his back and fired a round off at a marine standing next two innocent civilians. Within seconds, all three were consumed in the fire and yelling in pain to put the flames out but no one came to their rescue, allowing death to take it's rightful place. All the people were afraid and confused what was taking place. Their island was being corrupted and there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do to stop it unless they wanted to end up in body bags. ( Getting Away With Murder )

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[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

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[atrb=style, font family: Helvetica; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #f5f5dc; border: 2px double #8b4513; color: #000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 1.] He had not answered her question directly, but by asking the question to the suited gunner she had had her answer. Was that his intention or had she just ignored him? If it was the latter she'd beat him later. Either way though she had her answer, which meant she knew what she doing next. With swift motion once more blurring and leaving after images she moved towards the ship randomly bashing marines with powerful punches and kicks as she moved. As she moved people began to question how she was keeping moving and moving so fast. She dodged out of the way of a punch and grinned. "Everyday I'm shuffling." she said almost cheerfully. Once she was near the ship she leapt up onto it and placed her bag down. This was a dangerous event. There were many enemies so perhaps her fists wouldn't be the best choice of attire. The marines seemed dazed she'd appeared on board standing on the edge of the ship. With a swift motion her cloak was dropped down next to her bag and she pulled out her sword. "Its been a while since you last tasted flesh Despiar." she said off handedly as she suddenly lunged forward with unbelievable speed and cleaved one of the marines in two. In fear and anger the marines began to open fire on her. Her dodging skill was not quite enough for this so whilst she charged forward to get close to them she moved her sword around her to block blows. Her moves seemed entirely random, no pattern, and not all took her closer to the marines. This meant the marines struggled to guess where she would appear. Several were cut down swiftly, but soon the marines began to get more wary and drew their swords. They began to huddle in groups to reduce the amount of openings. There were three such groups and each had a gunner in the middle firing out shots when they thought it would hit her. "Nice try, but Catherine West is in the house tonight" With that she blurred suddenly once more and leapt over the top of one group and impaled the gunner with the sword. Before the rest had a chance to turn and strike she'd unclipped the secondary sword, known as Strife and decapitated them. She didn't stay still for long and dropped down, pulling her sword, Torment, out as she dashed forward and clipped Despair back into the blade re-forming Despair. "Come on guys, why not try attacking. There's like ten of you and one of me. You'll never win with that level of skill if all you do is defend"

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[YONKOU BYAKKO]

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[CALICO VALENTINE]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;] i feel so irrational, so confrontational so to tell the truth i am Murderer and chaos. This is what was taking place now due to injustice the government continue to feed to it's followers, it was only a matter of time before people learnt the truth and break away from these illusions. Placing his guns in their holsters, he pulled out his trademark dagger and smiled. Looking at the blade, followed licking the edge, causing blood to be appear across his tongue. Next the insane pirate captain make a thrust motions, a long chain appeared from his sleeve with a kunai at the end. Quickly, he started spinning the chain at a rapid speed and being laughing uncontrollably. He slammed the metal chain against an ugly looking woman, ripping her face into two. The chain fell on the ground for a brief second before dragging the metal weapon towards him. With his chain by his side, he began walking towards the marine's ships. He began twirling the chain are at rapid speed then launched it into middle air. Quickly he jumped and began swinging like a child on a rope. He removed Emna and began firing at a rapid pace, causing bullets to create fire on the ship. ( Getting Away With Murder )

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[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

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[atrb=style, font family: Helvetica; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #f5f5dc; border: 2px double #8b4513; color: #000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 1.] "I've killed about fifteen of you and pretty much ruined one of your ships and this is all you can do?" she asked as she walked forward. Her large sword was held in front of her like a shield, deflecting the oncoming bullets. "Bullets, bullets, bullets. That's all you marines seem to do." SHe was closed to one of the groups now. In fact, this group was not interrupting the line of sight of the other so she could not be seen easily and thus could not be shot easily. Two of the members of this group edged out. She grinned and detached the secondary sword strife from the blade. "Two men, so i'll use two swords." With that she lunged suddenly. Her movement was too fast for one and Strife stabbed him right through the neck. The other managed to leap out of the way though. She grinned broader. It seemed one had a bit of fight in him after all. Suddenly she heard the cocking of a gun and leapt to the side. A fired bullet narrowly grazed her shoulder and it was only be swift motion with her blade that she stopped the dodging marine from striking her. She managed to parry his blow with her larger sword and ended it with the smaller before snapping them together and charging in killing the gunner of this group. She let go of the sword momentarily and quickly struck at the two men with palm strikes killing them instantly by hitting the nasal bone upwards. It was a favoured strike of hers. That left five marines. "Twenty down and five to go." she said and then gasped as she saw the marines pulling out pistols. Five marines shooting would be difficult to block with just her sword. If it had been earlier in the battle she wouldn't of minded, but weariness was getting to her. She pulled out her sword from the dead man and split into its two parts. Before the marines had a chance to fire she threw the two blades. The larger one struck one man through the chest and stabbed the man behind him. Not enough to kill the second, but enough to put him out of the fight. The second blade only managed to kill one. That left her with three men all getting ready to fire. She quickly ducked and pulled out a marine pistol from the corpse by her feet and fired killing one man. The distraction was enough for her to lunge forward and take out the legs of one man with a sweep whilst grabbing one of her blades and decapitating the other. With a few more stabs the battle was over. 25 marines she had killed that day. She cleaned her blade and sheahted it before walking over to the side. "I'm done up here." she shouted and then slumped down by her bag and pulled out an apple. "Man i'm exhausted." She hoped the others would be able to deal with the remaining marines as she wasn't in the mood anymore. She had a pair of marine pistols, loaded, by her side, just in case, but other then that she was fine. She wondered where the high ranking crew members were. Maybe they were out partying? If so, they needed to get out of there soon. Still it would be up to those still fighting to deal with it.

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