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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Verantic on Thu Nov 23, 2006 7:38 pm

"SHIT!" The guy shouted hysterically, panting quickly, "This WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS!" He was seeming to break down mentally, he slammed his fist against a crate, causing dust to trickle down towards the floor.
"Hmm..." Verantic kept his cool; he was trying to think of a way out of this jam.
"Got any weapons on you, Skylar?" Verantic would inspect the area around them, trying to get used to looking out into the darkness. They seemed to be in a warehouse stocked with a lot of crates. There were two chairs in the center (or what they thought was the center), one lamp hanging off the ceiling in the middle, and not much light coming from it.
"No, man...all I got is that piece of shit knife I used to cut us loose. Wait.." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a handgun with one bullet in it. He popped it out, taking a good look at the bullet. Engraved neatly into the bullet was the name 'Verantic'.
"...I got a gun loaded with one bullet, your name is engraved in it." He shook as he said it, sliding the bullet back into the chamber followed by sliding the gun into his jacket pocket. "She..."
"Over here." Verantic said, dusting off a square opening, a rusted handle sticking out from the center of it. "This is the only entrance or exit I could find. Time to roll." He would begin to swing it open as one would hear a gunshot from behind them.
"Haha! Very good, Mr. Verantic!" An unknown voice would call out, but Verantic and Skylar took no time to check and see who it was and leapt down through the opening into a lower room, ending up on a staircase. Water began to pour around on the sides--but there was one problem with this: No light, and they're going downwards. Verantic shut the door behind them, quickly running down the stairway.
"Verantic..fuck man! This won’t end well; we're going down INTO the growing water! I can't see!" Skylar was hysterical, he thought it was the end. Far from it.
"Calm down, keep moving." Verantic would reply as he stopped. He searched his right for a switch, finding and flipping one up. Instantly, he would leap up two steps higher. "That shit is disgusting.."
It seemed that this was used as a dumpsite for bodies killed by some group--or some sick fucks that get kicks out of murders. Regardless, there were countless amounts of bodies floating around in the water in here.
"Oh my god..." Skylar would comment, looking for any way around them.
"Hope you're light on your feet." Verantic would say as he started to stretch.
"..What!?" Skylar would say before Verantic came in with "GO!". They would leap from body to body, seeming to sink in deeper with each body. Skylar would seem to pass up Verantic due to a trip, Verantic reaching down for a moment to push Skylar up towards the railing, Verantic making a desperate leap for it soon after.
He grabbed a hold of the railing, launching himself up and out the door into a roll, stopping outside. Lights would turn on as Skylar walked out, Verantic would shout "WAIT!"
The moment Skylar walked out, somebody stepped out from behind the two swiftly taking Skylar down to the ground, holding a gun out to Verantic.
"Haha, you're a goddamn idiot. You do the honors, Mr. Verantic." He tossed him the gun, Verantic catching it steadily with his right hand. He stood up, aiming it directly down to Skylar's head.

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Now, Verantic wasn't the kind to ever take personal preference over business. It was always money, the work, the honor. He was one of the best at what he did--excelled at virtually everything he had ever been introduced to...but this time it was different.

Interlude Complete. Continuing:

Verantic would tap the handle of his gun, making it aim up towards the mystery man's forehead, the red scope light shining as a small red dot on the man's forehead.
"Oh...Mr. Verantic, dissapointing." He would say, grinning as if he had won the battle. "You see, Mr. Vera--" He was cut off short with the account that Verantic had blown his jaw off, which had also send the man sprawling down on the ground as Verantic unloaded a round in his right shoulder and left kneecap. A bullet would scrape past Verantic's face, cutting in deep enough to make Verantic begin to bleed continuously. He would kick Skylar behind the open door, seeing as it opened towards the outside. Verantic picked him up over his shoulder, beginning to climb the ladder up to the roof, dropping Skylar up at the top. Verantic would roll over, blood dripping from his face from the shot.
"Verantic man...I'm so sorry..I didn't mean to...”
"Shut up, it's fine. I said calm down--We need to get out of here." Verantic would pick himself up, grabbing Skylar by the left arm, both beginning to charge for the cityside of the roof. The drop would be a good two and a half stories, which would HOPEFULLY be broken by a car or some sort. Verantic did not take a moment to think, as he came towards the side he took his leap over the side after he let go of Skylar, plummeting down towards the ground.
Verantic's body would slam down into a car, just missing the lights on the top of the police car. He rolled off the side and down onto the ground, seeing Skylar up on the roof. The blood from his injuries on his face began to trickle into his eyes, his vision turning red as he began to slip away into unconsciousness; the last thing he had seen was a blood-red scene with Skylar in the background.
He awoke at the cop station--and thus began the imprisonment.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Verantic on Thu Nov 23, 2006 7:38 pm

Yeah, wtf? I put in tabs/spaces, didn't work out. Anybody know how to fix it so that it indents? -.-

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Novarick Sacion on Fri Nov 24, 2006 11:35 am

Just click edit...
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Fri Nov 24, 2006 12:18 pm

First of all friend, tabs don't work in this type of box. I'm not sure, probably having something to do with it being php based.

Anyways I would suggest that you use 'enter' instead of that or try using the brackets [ desc ] For actions [ /desc ] and [ ic ] For dialogue [ ic ] with no spaces between the words and the brackets of course.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Remæus on Fri Nov 24, 2006 1:58 pm

You can't indent (not without signifigant effort) in HTML. Also, for the most part, more than one space is collapsed into one when using HTML, particularly on a message board. Use hard returns.
Ludwig von Mises, The Theory of Money and Credit wrote:Perpetual vigilance on the part of the citizens can achieve what a thousand laws and dozens of alphabetical bureaus with hordes of employees never have and never will achieve: the preservation of a sound currency.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Donny on Sat Nov 25, 2006 6:42 pm

There would be an explosion that would rock the world, it would boom across the skies oh so many miles into the air. Blood would begin to rain down from the sky, as the most tightly secured prison on Earth would suffer a fierce coming, Donny plowing into it from the Southeast headfirst. He would run down the halls as the prison began to fall towards the ground below, Donny having ruptured the machinery that kept it afloat.

He charged down the halls, a sort of pathway leaving Donny's body to connect with all of the lives above in a sense. He walked to the large bolted door at the end of the hallway, placing his bare right palm on it. It would transmute for a moment before imploding into nonexistence. Donny continued inward, as the structure began to shift downward as its fall reached an intense speed. He would reach in for the being in front of him, the moment he came into physical contact the man's constraints would fry and abort running. Donny would sling him over his shoulder as he turned, beginning to run towards the upper deck of the prison cell--in the open. As he ran out many of the security guards were holding on for their lives--not that it mattered at this point.

Donny would scratch a transmutation circle into the ground below and touch it, activating the circle. All of the lives and souls of the people on the vessel would eject from their means of transportation, leaving dead and lifeless bodies in their places. They all came in to Donny's palm as a crystal, which Donny took in and squeezed tightly. He leapt off of the ship about one mile before it would crash into the ground, his body seeming to slowly drift down to the ground, watching the magnificent explosion from above. Once on the ground, he set down the person--the one person he had taken off of the ship.

"Now...Verantic. I've got a job for you."

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