Stop, zenny time WIP

[KELLEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=Cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 520px; background-color: f0f0f0; border-top: 10px solid #000000; border-right: 1px dotted #000000;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; color: 000000; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]♛ Zenjirou Delacroix[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: 000000;]♜ Eighteen ♜ Prisoner ♜ Sadistic ♜[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 4F4C45; text-align: left; padding: 5px;]Friends,[/style] [STYLE=height: 150px; width: 400px; background-color: C1D1D0; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 40px; padding: 5px; color: 000000; border-left: 1px dotted #000000; border-bottom: 1px dotted #000000; border-right: 5px solid #000000; border-top: 5px solid #000000; overflow: auto;] Zen doesn't really have typical friends. He has people that he wont torture to death. LOL. it's kind of hard to get into that grouping though, unless Lucien says so or you interest him. If you can forgive him for attempted murder, you and him will get along swell as long as you don't mind the death threats every now and then. He's open to allies but on;y ones that can take his jokes. Though, as much a threat as an asset as he can be, he's worth the risk. Looking for: allies, Friends, masochists to play with. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 4F4C45; text-align: left; padding: 5px;]Lovers,[/style] [STYLE=height: 150px; width: 400px; background-color: C1D1D0; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 40px; padding: 5px; color: 000000; border-left: 1px dotted #000000; border-bottom: 1px dotted #000000; border-right: 5px solid #000000; border-top: 5px solid #000000; overflow: auto;] Light as a feather when I'm floating throughNow, Zen's not much into the romance department under the fact that he's a pure sadistic lover. Unless he can hurt you, he isn't enjoying it. Course, doesn't mean he isn't gonna be availible. If someone comes along that likes the pain or enjoys giving it as much as him he is gonna be very interested. Phycos, weirdos, and anyone that society shuns he likes. You, and this bears repeating, just need to get over the sadistic nature. Open to: just about anything[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 4F4C45; text-align: left; padding: 5px;]Enemies,[/style] [STYLE=height: 150px; width: 400px; background-color: C1D1D0; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 40px; padding: 5px; color: 000000; border-left: 1px dotted #000000; border-bottom: 1px dotted #000000; border-right: 5px solid #000000; border-top: 5px solid #000000; overflow: auto;] Light as a feather when I'm floating through Now., enemies are hard word. Zenjirou just likes to think of them as....Playthings. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 4F4C45; text-align: left; padding: 5px;]Other,[/style] [STYLE=height: 150px; width: 400px; background-color: C1D1D0; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 40px; padding: 5px; color: 000000; border-left: 1px dotted #000000; border-bottom: 1px dotted #000000; border-right: 5px solid #000000; border-top: 5px solid #000000; overflow: auto;] Light as a feather when I'm floating through. Reading through the daily news. Measuring the hurt within the golden rule, centimeters of ether. I'm heating the speaker motivational teacher with words that burn. People seeing the headlines lined with discord. It's either genocide, all the planet in uproar. Never good but rules of paradise are never nice. The best laid plan of mice and men are never right. I'm just a vagabond with flowers for Algernon. The average Joe who knows what the fudgepants Is going on it's the hope of my thoughts that I traveled upon. Fly like an arrow of God until I'm gone. _★[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 10px; color: D61F3B;]made by jellietan[/style]

second post,

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=Cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 520px; background-color: f0f0f0; border-top: 10px solid #000000; border-right: 1px dotted #000000;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; color: 000000; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]♛ record plots[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 4F4C45; text-align: left; padding: 5px;]Name, Age, Relation, ★[/style] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1pFGo.png); webkit-border-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius: 60px; border-radius: 60px; border: 1px solid #000000; float: left;] [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; background-color: C1D1D0; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 40px; padding: 5px; color: 000000; border-left: 1px dotted #000000; border-bottom: 1px dotted #000000; border-right: 5px solid #000000; border-top: 5px solid #000000;] Light as a feather when I'm floating through. Reading through the daily news. Measuring the hurt within the golden rule, centimeters of ether. I'm heating the speaker motivational teacher with words that burn. People seeing the headlines lined with discord. It's either genocide, all the planet in uproar. Never good but rules of paradise are never nice. The best laid plan of mice and men are never right. I'm just a vagabond with flowers for Algernon. The average Joe who knows what the fudgepants Is going on it's the hope of my thoughts that I traveled upon. Fly like an arrow of God until I'm gone. _★[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 4F4C45; text-align: left; padding: 5px;]Name, Age, Relation, ★[/style] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1pFGo.png); webkit-border-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius: 60px; border-radius: 60px; border: 1px solid #000000; float: left;] [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; background-color: C1D1D0; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 40px; padding: 5px; color: 000000; border-left: 1px dotted #000000; border-bottom: 1px dotted #000000; border-right: 5px solid #000000; border-top: 5px solid #000000;] Light as a feather when I'm floating through. Reading through the daily news. Measuring the hurt within the golden rule, centimeters of ether. I'm heating the speaker motivational teacher with words that burn. People seeing the headlines lined with discord. It's either genocide, all the planet in uproar. Never good but rules of paradise are never nice. The best laid plan of mice and men are never right. I'm just a vagabond with flowers for Algernon. The average Joe who knows what the fudgepants Is going on it's the hope of my thoughts that I traveled upon. Fly like an arrow of God until I'm gone. _★[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 10px; color: D61F3B;]made by jellietan[/style]

WIP

[Zenjirou Delacroix]

Zenjirou sat in his tree, looking as the two groups below mingled. It wasn't his scene. Plus, he was still pissed off at Wyatt for kicking his butt earlier, but he was also touched by the younger brother. The one arm freak helped him. It was......weird. Being helped like that. Offering his one arm to help him up and even complemented his cooking, saying it was best thing he eaten since getting here..... Zen's face flushed, not sure hot to take that. He never had been nice to before. Zen shook his face, narrowing his eyes as he looked down, seeing the usual people. He growled under his breath, thinking," Eating my food and all......and they like it," He thought, a happy smile on his face. He was relaxed at that. A cook's best thoughts are when someone likes their food. Zen puffed his chest, thinking on it with pleasure. For once, he didn't feel the murderous intent. It was nice. Course, looking at nearly anyone but justin, Lucien aria and somewhat Gemma, he didn't want to hurt them. Bella was....confusing now. He would still like to kill her, but Justin was so nice to her. Could someone of that good tastes be wrong? Course, Alex didn't act like she liked him so that was another thing. Zen sighed, pulling his knees to his chin as he thought. What to do? what to do?

Zen's head twitched up as he noticed something in the darkness around the camp. A figure walking below. Maybe half a mile out. Zen pulled his bow and and two arrows. One for a warning shot. Zen slowly pulled back, aiming for the head. Taking in wind and distance, gravity and thought," Something is off about this figure." Zen loosened his grip slightly, and the arrow slipped through his fingers. he watched it fly, sail through a branch and hit its target not in the head as he wanted but in the chest. Zen frowned, seeing the figure fall. "Who did I shoot?" Zen thinks, jumping from his tree branch and to another, getting closer. He made his way over, ignoring the scream from the camp fire.


Zen looked down, and nearly dropped his bow. "No," He said, seeing the still form on the boy that had complemented his cooking and had even helped him up. Zen did drop his bow, but it hooked itself on the branch below him. "What have I done?!" Zen thought, falling butt first onto the branch. He looked at the body, knowing he was dieing. Course, then his heart froze.

"Was it.....on.....purpose?" Zen quickly scrambled down the tree, jumping to the one armed man's side. Zen shook his head, Justin," Thank gods. To think my friend would hurt me." The boy chuckled, looking at the arrow producing from his chest. He was wincing, and shivered, saying," I knew this was gonna happen soon, but at least I am not giving the rest of my body to the dinos. Now, Run. Wyatt will kill you once he sees this. He already knows something is wrong. Go!" Justin pushed zen away, and zen stumbled, bow in hand as he looked at the boy, and felt something drip down his face. He felt it, and it was a tear. Justin smiled, saying," Told ya you were human. Now go." Zen stood there, and said," I'm sorry," and ran. He ran in an arch to the camp. he could hear Wyatt and most of the people running to the dieing boy, Wyatt's screams of rage echoing everywhere. Course, between that and Zen's silent sobs, it was pretty calm.

Zen touched the shoulders of his group, saying," I don't deserve to ask, but please, I need to go and I don't want to be alone." Zen looked at his brother, for the first time in his life tears touching his cheek but no sobs hitting him. Zen turned and ran away, not caring if he carved a path. He was running blind. He was scared! "I'm sorry!" He shouted as he ran.




Just a practice run and one of the ways I thought to kill the bastard. XD