Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2012 9:09:08 GMT
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 320px, true][atrb= style, padding: 20px; background: #F2F2F2; border-radius: 25px; moz-border-radius: 25px;][STYLE= font-family: verdana; color: #EB3333; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;]I NEED A DOCTOR - DOCTOR[/style][STYLE= color: #FFFFFF; background: #EB3333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; padding: 4px;]{ TO BRING ME BACK TO LIFE }[/style] [STYLE= text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE= background: #ffffff; width: 320px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #505050; padding: 10px; border-top: #EB3333 10px solid; height: 200px; overflow: auto;]This was becoming a recurring thing she noticed. Her blank face looked at the captor in front of her, the angry red mark spreading across her cheek from the slap she had received earlier. She generally found these men the funniest, ones that got a sick feeling of power from beating women around. Although she wasn't an ordinary woman ... she was just going to allow herself to sit there, tied to the chair since he'd already told her all she wanted to know. They were shipping some kind of weapon into the country at 4pm sharp a week from today for a well known terrorist group that had been causing trouble for a while ... it was amazing how much people monologue when they thought they were going to kill someone. So all that was left to do was for shield to swoop in and stop the 'badguys' and probably take some of the spoils as well. She couldn't complain ... it'd be nice to just have a few new gadgets to play around with. "Could I have my shoes back at least?" the woman asked simply, her voice laced with an almost innocent quality which was a harsh contrast to who was. Natasha Romanoff, the girl who was trained to kill from childhood ... any innocence she had was probably lost by the time she was five. She killed people for money ... innocence was something gone a long time ago. The men glanced at eachother before one of them shook his head and she rolled her eyes. Had she become that infamous that people believed that she could kill them with a shoe. There was a glance round the room before her eyes landed on what looked like some medical equiptment on the table. "Are we going to be having fun with those later?" she added, quirking an eyebrow, watching as the man scowled. "You ask a lot of questions don't you?" he replied, as the red head smirked at the response. "I'm a naturally curious person" she replied as the man sighed, clearly getting annoyed with how talkative the woman was being. "You ever heard of the saying that curiosity killed the cat, woman? he added with a smirk as she just shrugged in response. "It doesn't matter, the boss will be back soon and then we'll get started" he added, a sadistic grin taking over his face as she woman grinned back. "I'm looking forward to it" [/style] [STYLE= color: #FFFFFF; background: #EB3333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; padding: 4px;]{ 408 } { TIGER } { SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! D: }[/style][STYLE= font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; text-align: center; color: #EB3333;"] MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY[/style] |