Hi guys. How do you put pictures on the top of your posts like you do in shared posts? I figured out how to attach an image and insert the attachment into the post, but not sure what to do next to make it look right. Can someone help?
Posted by: Nox - 03-28-2019, 10:59 AM - Forum: PPC board
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Name: Juliana Nazarova (red)
26 years old Russian girl going to med school (cliche)
favorite color purple
Aquarius (big into astrology) Friendly, Humanitarian, Intelligent, Inventive, Loyal, Unpredictable, Detached, Stubborn, Aloof, Extremist
19 year old Japanese girl you'll get this later(cliche)
favorite color black
Gemini Adjustable, Versatile, Enthusiastic, Soft Spoken, Witty & Humorous, Intellectual, Lack of Consistency, Superficial, Lack Decision Making Ability, Lack of Direction, Anxious
20 year old Swedish girl who's not so bright (cliche
favorite color red
Pisces Imaginative, Kind, Intuitive, Sensitive, Selfless, Escapist, Idealistic, Weak-willed, Over-sensitive, Pessimistic, Lazy
Raffe had looked lost for words, but he was clearly interested. But it could be a big problem, so Nox tried to push the cute boy from his head. He glanced at his wallet and saw the last message to Thal, he said he'd call. Which was also very unlike him.
He needed to talk to Dorian, and Sage and Aiden were off doing good knows what but he had a message from Sage marked important. More to deal with and Nox wasn't exactly ready for it yet. So he let them both sit.
He hadn't heard word from Jay yet, but that wasn't exactly unusual. He wasn't worried too much, but the last time they'd spoken he'd been in deep in something. It could mean something, maybe he should reach out to the Ascendancy and see if he knew where one of his rods was. The thought made Nox snicker as he and Nova walked through the park. Nova was running circles around his feet as they walked. It was cute. Which brought Raffe to mind again. Was he really swooning over a guy.
Nox sat down on the bench. He had a show to put on too. He didn't even know any of the other employees, and he wasn't going to dance on the stage by myself for his virgin experience. Nox leaned back against the back of the bench and stared up at the sky. It was easy to day dream for a little while, but he couldn't stay there for long he had to go back to the shadows.
He stood up and called, "Nova, come on, we gotta get our things and get home." Nox told himself he could only flirt with Raffe when they got back. The rest was up to him.
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The motel run had gone quickly. It was merely a matter of picking up a bag and tugging it over his shoulder. Nox went into the side door, he'd have to ask about a key or anything, Nova trotted upstairs behind him. Nox took the first door off the stairs. It wasn't much, and it would likely stay that way, the bed just comfortable enough to survive on, the room just enough to move. A window looking into the city blocked by the wall of the next building over. It was nicer than the last place.
Nox wove a thread of spirit in front of the door, it was a trip wire attached to nothing, but it would keep Nova away from the door. "Nova." He pointed at the line and the pup sniffed and whined backing away. "Stay i n the room okay?" Nox patted the bed and Nova jumped up and curled up on the pillow. Nox grinned, "That's good."
Nox stepped over the trip wire and headed down stairs. He had a routine to throw together. He had figured out a potential skit he could do, just now to figure out how many people he needed to meet and if they were interested - first though he had to figure it all out. He hadn't actually done the whole choreography thing in a long time - not for anything more than a work out. This was going to be fun and cleansing.
There was once an underground bunker, it had once been full of life. And then they all left them to his misery. His wife had gone into a nearby town to live alone in a hut made of brick and wood. Not safe in his lair, underground, metal, built to withstand the end of days. Which had never come. Which meant it was going to come - to end all life. But now his family was gone and he sat alone in the depths of the tunnel, going topside only to hunt food and bring in fresh stores of water.
Topside was dangerous, every snap of a twig had his attention. Every bird chirping in the trees. But the odd silence of the afternoon collecting wood for added warmth and comforts was all he had in his arms. All around him eyes flashed in the shadows. The silence was deafening so when the growl sounded in front of him, he dropped the sticks. They clattered to the ground as a large grey wolf leapt from the path and then there was darkness. He hadn't even had time to scream before the snout of the wolf tore through his throat.
Blood gushed. His body felt cold as he lay on the dusty leaves of a harsh winter. No one would miss him, he wondered if anyone would ever know.
The subway car was half empty. Unsurprising given the hour.
Tenzin’s knee bounced. She’d scrubbed herself clean at the safe house, but she could still scent the faint tang of blood on her skin. Little worry circled Amy Pond’s fate; she trusted Jacinda’s leadership implicitly enough to know the woman would do whatever was best. She didn’t need Tenzin for that. And it was fortunate, really, for when Silver had bitten her from the dream, Tenzin’s usual calm evaporated. She couldn’t sit still. She couldn’t stay caged in human walls.
Only there was nowhere to go.
She could almost hear the whine seeking escape from her throat. The agitation itched up her skin with the need to run, far and fast, like her legs might eat up the miles and ocean between her and her pack; to find thick fur and wet noses and home. They had been the ones to nudge her in the direction of Moscow in the first place. She had a purpose here, and meaning, even if those things had yet to become clear. Trust was easy. Following direction was easy.
But why must she do it alone?
Restless fingers found the bracelets at her wrist, instinct reaching for the Silver’s fang. But of course the memory had found new purpose. Tenzin regretted nothing of the gift; the human company was valued, and undeniably things had been easier since Jacinda. But it was not enough either. Not without the wolfdream too.
She left the city’s transport tunnels when the moon was still high, drowned out by human light and stink. Long legs roamed a route to the surface. Tenzin loped through ever quieter streets until she didn’t know where she was. Suburban lights had faded, the city smells a lighter touch. Humanity itself a lighter touch. Then she ran. Ran like brushfire chased her from the den, thoughts reaching wide and desperate and confused. Reaching out to nowhere.
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