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Post by ODETTE FIORE on Mar 11, 2012 22:45:36 GMT -5
Odette finds herself strolling threw Thriller Bark. Monsters popping out of the ground like zombies. Generally coming out of the wood work. Giving a good scare to a new person or to. It was the ghetto of sea's that puts fear into all. Some monsters are good and some are wild and bad. A fierce place to grow up in and Odette is one who did grow up in such a ghetto. So no monster scared her hear and all said there hello's as they reconized her. She smiled and waved at those she grew up with and those she's seen once or twice. New and old live here. A place with out a mayor or lord. The day that Thriller Bark has a lord or what ever is the day of horror or a good day.
If this person makes this land of ghetto, this land of halloween into something even more twisted. Something to truly fear, a place that you wished you were dead before landing on. Odette would most definitely come back and kick some ass. Hell she would bring a fleet and take down the twisted freak. Though that may never happen ever. That thought still wonders around her mind as she walks threw Thriller Bark. She loves her ghetto home even if it is pretty crazy and a bit unsafe. Its still a home she would protect no matter what. A place where if she heard if it was in trouble, she'd hop on the next ship and hall ass toward. She cares that much about her birth place like many others should about there birth place.
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Post by KABAL on Mar 12, 2012 16:37:35 GMT -5
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"Damn undead's, think they can talk smack to me." muttered the blue dog. He was fed up with the island and the only good thing that came out of staying here was that he learned a few tricks. But deep down he did love the island just needed to start working on his dream. Money definitely made the world go round, and after signing up to be a bounty hunter that's exactly what he tended to do. Maybe one day he'd buy the entire island and make it known to everyone that if you mess with the people here then you'd get the boot. While walking on a trail, Kabal had heard a noise but decided to ignore it. He didn't have time for whatever it was at the time. There was more important matters to attend. Like finding a boat off this god forsaken island.[/style][STYLE=padding-left: 12px]
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Post by ODETTE FIORE on Mar 16, 2012 16:55:07 GMT -5
Stopping by a great big elder tree she stares up at the moon. It was one of those nights where the sky was clear and the lands were draped in blue moon light. It looks like it is day with a loner eclipse but no it isn't. "Hey babe hows about we fi i i ind, oh dear god your Odette!" The zambie man seemed confident until he realized who he was talking to. "Ya not then not now or ever, Buzz." She frowned at him with the burning rage to punch his zombie head off. There past was mostly him flirting with her and getting punched in the face by her every time. Though there was a time when he touched her boobs. Which on his part was an accident. She ripped his limbs off and threw them far away from his torso. It took him weeks to find them all.
It is imperative that one should be proper when around Odette. If not then be ready to meet face to face with hatred or blind rage. She absolutely doesn't appreciate being felt up or being called such horrible inappropriate words. He was lucky that she didn't beat him. Though its not like it hurts him. He is a zombie for gods sake. She shook her head, thinking why she is still thinking about him. She let out a sigh as she flicked some stray hair out of her face. "What now?" She said as she stood by the tree.
note: blaaaah, sorry bad post. >.<
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