Science is Going to Pull Out a Gun and Shoot You

[elliot]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

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[merope]

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[atrb=bgcolor,080A00][atrb=style,border-bottom: 6px solid 2B4F67; border-top: 6px solid F38305; text-align: center; padding: 5 0;] you tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your back stage laws your french positions, your stripper damage it's more than you can hide ( MORE THAN YOU CAN MANAGE )

[classy=derse][classy=dreamers] WORDS enough TAG elliot; lots of pain NOTES short and to-the-point[/classy]Elliot, you are a moron, but this entire encounter wouldn't be fun if it weren't for you being one. Merope was sitting downstairs reading in the front room, her Delcatty curled up on her lap and purring softly. When Elliot entered the room, Merope closed her book and looked up with a smile. "Ah, hello Elliot! Do you need anything, dear?"[/classy]

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[elliot]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

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credit to KIAN of btn

[merope]

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[atrb=bgcolor,080A00][atrb=style,border-bottom: 6px solid 2B4F67; border-top: 6px solid F38305; text-align: center; padding: 5 0;] you tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your back stage laws your french positions, your stripper damage it's more than you can hide ( MORE THAN YOU CAN MANAGE )

[classy=derse][classy=dreamers] WORDS enough TAG elliot; lots of pain NOTES short and to-the-point[/classy]The smile didn't waver. "Oh, Elliot..." She set her book down on the ground; the snap echoed throughout the room. A Liepard slunk up behind Hy, purring softly. "It's a dangerous world out there. Why would you like to go out there? They're killing each other. The reason it's taking so long is because I have to find a safe place to meet your father. It's so very hard, you see, when he's one of the most hated terrorists in all five regions." Did it sting, learning one's own father's reputation? "But I'm a forgiving woman. And I'm trying to find a place where he won't be slaughtered on-sight by Lux soldiers, but I won't have to deal with the threat of being double-crossed. Do you understand my position?" The grin that appeared wasn't the polite princess that had been flittering about earlier. "Of course not. There are things in this world a child will never understand. So go back to your room and enjoy your TV. And don't question me again."[/classy]

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[elliot]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: solid 20px #002233; border-left: 20px solid #002233; width: 450px, btable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/fuckerwork.png); padding: 10px;] Elliot's eyes started to water slightly as Merope said such harsh words about his father. The smile of hers that once looked oh so sweet before suddenly seemed full of malice. The warm tone in her voice, either a mask or a sign of how deranged she was, only highlighted what the words meant. A shiver was sent down his spine, and his little hand slowly balled into a fist. "Y-you're wrong," he sputtered, looking up at Merope. "My dad's not a t-terrorist. He's a hero. Y-you're wrong, I know it . . . " He remembered how long he had stayed at Merope's house. How she was usually either gone, busy, or relaxing. If there were any plans to find Terran, he certainly hadn't seen any. "I . . . I don't think you're trying to find him at all . . . " Hydro turned, noticing the Liepard. Her eyes widened with surprise: the cat was almost as big as she was, and it looked a lot stronger too. She backed away a little, trying not to fall down the staircase in the process. However, as she walked, she heard a low growling sound. Cruella had arrived, the Deino's nostrils flaring as she hunkered down and glared at the Liepard. Her fangs were bared, and she looked ready to strike if the Liepard tried to hurt Hydro. Tiny, Firepower, and Mordin merely watched for the staircase, too unnerved to act. OOC: Oh shit son! TAGS: Merope WORD COUNT:uncaring

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[merope]

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[atrb=bgcolor,080A00][atrb=style,border-bottom: 6px solid 2B4F67; border-top: 6px solid F38305; text-align: center; padding: 5 0;] you tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your back stage laws your french positions, your stripper damage it's more than you can hide ( MORE THAN YOU CAN MANAGE )

[classy=derse][classy=dreamers] WORDS enough TAG elliot; lots of pain NOTES had permission to do this[/classy]The Liepard didn't waste a second. The Deino snarled and charged forward, but the charge was halted with the Liepard's own. The attack didn't hit, but the Fake Out certainly stopped the Deino cold. Working on the momentum from the Fake Out, the Liepard whirled around, tail glowing bright as she swung her Iron Tail straight for the Deino's long, skinny neck. Ophelia then daintily continued her turn, stepping back in line and standing limber, daring the others to mess with her. She'd soak the carpet in blood. Merope's smile didn't waver. "You're only now figuring this out? That maybe your dear friend Feliks hadn't delivered you to someone who could help?" She chuckled. "Child, this is war, and your father and I-- we're on the opposite sides. And you," she stood up, "you are just an easy target." The Staraptor on the perch spread his wings. "I had just hoped I wouldn't have to hurt you. Orion, take him downstairs. Valencia, Ophelia, murder his Pokemon should they resist further." The Staraptor swooped forward, claws aimed straight for Elliot. If all went well, the Predator Pokemon would grab Elliot's shoulders and lift him up off the ground and drag him to the basement. As for the Liepard and the Delcatty, they stood on standby, the Liepard's pose exuding "come at me bro" and the Delcatty merely smiling sweetly.[/classy]

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[elliot]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

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