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Post by MORPHEUS LUTHER on Dec 28, 2012 23:23:12 GMT -5
[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #959595;]❝ IF I SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #B6B6B6 dashed 01px; border-left: #B6B6B6 dashed 01px; border-top: #B6B6B6 solid 10px; border-bottom: #B6B6B6 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]There was a wiggle of the handle to the front door, but the barrier didn't budge. The figure floated around to every window, his feet never touching the ground, as he gripped and pulled as hard as he could. But the windows didn't open either. They rarely did from the outside. From where he stood, the ghost could see rocks and other projectiles that he was sure could be used to break the glass. But that would be so expensive to replace! The homeowner might not be able to pay the costs of damages. Morpheus couldn't put them through that. They might be in debt as it is.
It was a good thing that Morph was a ghost! A Duskull, nonetheless. Who needed to break and enter when they could easily phase and enter? The man's hand touched the glass at first, before slipping through it like it were water, or not even there at all. After his hand came his arm, head, and the rest of his body as he stepped through the window and the wall that it was built into. This was easier than stealing candy from babies.
Judging from the bed that occupied the room, Morph's first guess was that this was either the main bedroom or maybe the guest room. If there was one. This was his first time entering and he wasn't sure yet how many rooms were in the house. It was his intention to explore and see what foods the owner might have sitting around their kitchen, but he thought he saw a lumpy form sprawled under the sheets in the bed. This perked the Duskull's curiosity and he dropped to his knees beside the piece of furniture, trying to lift the sheets and see who might be underneath! Though being a ghost type Gijinka came with the ability to become invisible, Morph was entirely opaque and in the flesh for all inhabitants of the building to see. Morpheus had nothing to hide.[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #959595;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #B6B6B6; padding: 05px; margin-top: 09px;]❝ moobee ❞[/style][STYLE= margin-top: 05px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border: #B6B6B6 solid 10px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/JnAaf.png);][/style][STYLE= color: #B6B6B6; font-size: 80px; margin-top: -43px; margin-left: -09px;]◤[/style]
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Post by ryan mitchell on Jan 3, 2013 23:36:55 GMT -5
[style=background-image:url(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1vpfabauY1r9ly5j.png); padding: 10px][style=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #fefefe; display: inline-block; opacity: 0.8]  [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 38px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -5px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #fefefe; margin-top: -5px; color: #202020]took my chances to find the light, searching for something, to find what's right, left to wander, left to roam, without a friend, without a home, here's me saying i was wrong ▃ ▄ ▆ ▇ █ █ ▇ ▆ ▆ ▇ █ [/style] [style=font: 40pt georgia; color: #78D0DF; float: left; margin: 10px 10px 10px 10px; line-height: 50%; text-shadow: #808080 1px 1px 1px;]I t was getting dark out; it was still fairly early in the evening, so ryan was certainly not asleep yet. ryan was usually plagued with insomnia just like his gijinka partner. they tended to spend nights like these together staying up, with tzila watching cartoons and ryan sitting nearby with a book. tonight would probably prove to be a similar theme, but ryan wouldn't worry about it for now. he did have work the next morning... being a freelance artist didn't mean that he could have whatever hours he wanted, after all. with a yawn, ryan shuffled through the back of the apartment to grab a coffee, only to find that -- "aieeee!"[/color] came the very manly shriek from the trainer as he was met with a man standing right in the middle of his room. what the heck?! "aaa-aah! d-don'tkillme--!! y-y-you can j-j-j-justtakewhatyouwant! i w-w-won't c-ca-call anyone i s-s-swear!"[/color] he began to shakily back away with wide, deer-like eyes, his limbs shaking a little as he stuck his hands in front of him defensively. oh god, just as long as he wouldn't get hurt... [/style] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #808080; border-bottom: 1px solid #dfdfdf; color: #78D0DF; font-weight: bold]notes & end credits this post is complete with 000 words for morph. template created by moo. [/style][/style][/style][/center] |
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Post by MORPHEUS LUTHER on Jan 4, 2013 15:20:22 GMT -5
[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #959595;]❝ IF I SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #B6B6B6 dashed 01px; border-left: #B6B6B6 dashed 01px; border-top: #B6B6B6 solid 10px; border-bottom: #B6B6B6 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]The bed sheets dropped and the ghost's head perked up at a voice. His face was beaming with excitement and curiosity as he hoped to his feet- which always seemed to be a few inches from the floor, and turned on his heels to face the visitor. What a cutie? Through the air, he took a few steps closer, closing in on Ryan as he craned his head lower and lowered his hands, slowly, above his head. It was a piece offering, to show that he was unharmed. But when did a ghost Gijinka need weapons to harm their prey?
"So youuuu're the owner?" Morph cooed as he gazed over the human here in front of him. What a stutter he had. Was he really that scared? Was Morph really all that intimidating, even with the smile he wore? He was just visiting. The door was locked, so the window had been the only other option. If people would just leave their doors unlocked for him, then he wouldn't have to enter this way. "Where is your kitchen?" It was a sudden demand, the Duskull's hunched back immediately straightening as he swiveled his head toward the nearest door and already making his way toward it. Morpheus was hungry. When he broke into a house, it wasn't for treasures or valuables. All he wanted was company, entertainment, and the chance to cook up a large meal.
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Post by ryan mitchell on Jan 5, 2013 23:48:06 GMT -5
[style=background-image:url(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1vpfabauY1r9ly5j.png); padding: 10px][style=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #fefefe; display: inline-block; opacity: 0.8] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 38px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -5px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #fefefe; margin-top: -5px; color: #202020]took my chances to find the light, searching for something, to find what's right, left to wander, left to roam, without a friend, without a home, here's me saying i was wrong ▃ ▄ ▆ ▇ █ █ ▇ ▆ ▆ ▇ █ [/style] [style=font: 40pt georgia; color: #78D0DF; float: left; margin: 10px 10px 10px 10px; line-height: 50%; text-shadow: #808080 1px 1px 1px;]A s the gijinka -- surely he was a gijinka, or he would never have been able to break in, right? -- lowered his hand, ryan bit his lip a little and continued to stay still. there was no telling what this guy was capable of. at least tzila wasn't having to fight him. the gijinka neared closer, and ryan felt his knees begin to wobble a little. oh no, this was the end... but then, all he asked was if he was the owner. "p-p-pleasedon'tkillme..."[/color] he squeaked, nodding as well to show that indeed, he was the owner. the next question threw him for a loop. wait, what. "th-the...kitchen...?"[/color] what could he possibly want to steal from there? "a-are you hungry?"[/color] he stared at him blankly, his fear slowly ebbing away. wait... what if he was homeless and had no food? oh, no! that wouldn't do at all. completely disregarding the fact that the boy had broken in, ryan began to lead him to the kitchen. if he was hungry, even if an unwelcome guest, he was entitled to food, right? "w-well... h-here you are... um..."[/color] he was still clearly quite confused, but... [/style] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #808080; border-bottom: 1px solid #dfdfdf; color: #78D0DF; font-weight: bold]notes & end credits this post is complete with 000 words for morph. template created by moo. [/style][/style][/style][/center] |
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Post by MORPHEUS LUTHER on Jan 12, 2013 19:17:42 GMT -5
[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #959595;]❝ IF I SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #B6B6B6 dashed 01px; border-left: #B6B6B6 dashed 01px; border-top: #B6B6B6 solid 10px; border-bottom: #B6B6B6 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Morpheus had never killed a soul- human or gijinka. Not on purpose. Sometimes he just wants to hurt people and then they die. He just wanted to hurt them though. But this boy had done nothing wrong to him, so there was no need for violence. He just wanted some food. Morpheus spent all of his days hungry with a grumbling stomach. He'd learned to ignore it, but he couldn't bear to look in a mirror and see his body, or count his all too visible ribs. Morpheus wasn't looking for food for himself! He needed ingredients to make a meal for his trainer. He'd bring it to his trainer's house, set it up with candlelight and fine cutlery on his table, and then he'd get into Hazen's good books for sure. Morpheus made dinner for Hazen at least once a week, but it hadn't gotten the high school boy to like him yet. So he'd try again.
Reaching for every handle, Morph threw open the fridge and every cupboard, revealing all food, utensils, pots, pans, plates and bowls. Nothing could hide from him in a kitchen. He stood straight with arms crossed firm over his chest and eyes turning to look over every open door and the contents it tried to hide. "Bring me spaghetti noodles! And pasta sauce. Onions, peppers and hamburger meat too!" Morpheus demanded, hands now on his hips as his head whipped around to stare at Ryan now. He wore a wide smile and his eyes were bright with excitement. "We're going to make a feast fit for italian royalty!"
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Post by ryan mitchell on Feb 16, 2013 15:10:23 GMT -5
ooc: aaah sorry this is ridiculously late ;v; i'll make this pretty soon, computer in the library screws up my tables though.
the man looked dreadfully thin, so ryan certainly wasn't one to object to the gijinka making food in his house. he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as the young male began throwing cupboards open, searching for utensils and equipment. he barked out a few orders, and ryan wasted no time in grabbing the ingredients. this was nothing short of weird, but if he wasn't here to kill him or take his money, ry wouldn't object. after all, some people were just... strange in their mannerisms. he certianly wasn't one to talk, with his stutter and doormat-like personality.
he looked so excited when he spoke about what food he needed. it made ryan smile softly, and as he grabbed the ingredients, he cursed softly. "d-damnit. i d-don't h-have any peppers." he rifled through the kitchen, though not seeing any, he looked over his shoulder. "c-ca-can you ma-make do without? i c-can always go g-get some..." wow, this was absolutely ridiculous. he was suggesting going out to the store to get food for an intruder. shouldn't he be calling the police or something? no matter. he wasn't hurting ryan in the least, and ryan did like to cook... tzila just had to be the one to turn on the stove and put the pot in place or he'd faint...
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