SWING THE PENDULUM[c]

[ORO BOREALIS]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]HAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ AND NOW YOU'RE KNOCKING ON MY FRONT DOOR, THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR, EXCUSE ME WHILE I LAUGH MY ASS OFF. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ BOMBS EXPLODED BEHIND DARKENED CLOUDS IN BRIGHT FLASHES AS THE WINDS HOWLED WITH THE THREAT OF AN ONCOMING STORM. Tapped up, and bandaged nearly from head to toe, a young man less than gracefully ran down the rural roads of his home town. Neighbors gave odd looks as the teen sprinted past, the pacifistic nature the island was known for made the sight of bandages, and blood made a brow arch. For little more than a year, and a half now this boy had secretly been learning the art of the sword along the coast of the island, far from the prying, and judgmental eyes of his neighbors. His teacher was a former Marine, or at least that's what the elderly man claimed, who was all too tired of all the politics, and fighting a marine's life composed of. The elderly man oftened joked that these swordsmanship lessons would be his last act before kicking the bucket. It had taken ages of beginning, and pleading for the young man to get the retired Marine to teach him, and the excitement he felt when the old man finally gave in was unmeasurable. Alas ever since the young Oro had ever heard rumors, and stories about honor bound men who easily slashed through mountain with a single blade. No, he wasn't seduced by their fabled strength, but their honor, and their virtuous, yet adventure filled lifestyle. Todays training session had been cut short as word was going around that a Marine Fleet had docked within town looking for a pirate. Apparently a wanted man with a bounty over 100,000,000 had taken shelter on Ohara, and it was believed that one of the locals was harboring him. The very notion of one of his neighbors hiding a blood-thirsty pirate made his stomach turn, and strangely being blamed for hiding one made it turn more. Ohara was the last place a pirate could find sanctuary as the pacifistic scholars that populated the island seemed to hate them with a vengeance. Though in Oro's case, he simply didn't believe pirates had a more compass, or a virtuous life like the swordsmen he idolized. Maybe if Oro was lucky enough once he completed his training he would be strong enough to sign up in the Marines. Maybe he could teach pirates a thing, or two. Regardless now wasn't the time to be thinking about this as the Marines were requiring all citizens to return to their homes to making searching for the wanted man potentially easier. While most when returning home had to worry about the risk of the Pirate hiding out in their home, and holding their family hostage. Oro was the absolute last person who needed to worry about this, as his parents both high scholars were nearly never home, often off researching, and translating some ancient glyph tablet. The house looked like it was owned by a meticulousold man rather than a onry youth; every single room was absolutely spotless to the point where one consider it to be a brand new home that was never occupied. In addition to swordsmenship, and samurai, Oro was addicted to another foreign concept; a practice known as Feng Shui. To him it just seemed to fit so well with the legendary samurai fascination. While Oro was still researching it via a mountain of books regarding the subject, and a young practitioner of it. he seemed to understand the gist of it which was to promote the flow of qi energy. As if to flaunt this new practice, Oro had rigulously moved around furniture, repainted various rooms, and adorn the entire house with various nicknacks of oriental persuasion to help promote good fortune, and regulate the flow of qi. Heavy footstep caught his attention mere moments after returning home tensing every aching muscle in his body with his first thoughts being that the pirate had sneaked inside his home. Wooden sword from practice still in hand, he cautiously started towards the back of the house near the kitchen area where the heavy footsteps came from. The downside of living in a rural area was the it was a small community where everyone knew everybody thus dismissing the need to lock up your homes as a false sense of security lay in with the familiar. "Hello?... Who is back there!? I HAVE A WEAPON!" Try as he might, the young teen couldn't fully hide the fear in his tone as his voice squeaked in a higher pitch towards the end. [/style]

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