.ricochet [2X GRAV]

[Snare]

NOTE: weighted clothing used

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 717[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- pplz[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]The sun barely peaked over the distant mountains, light straining and stretching to bless it rays upon the land. The light danced softly in the sky, painting the white clouds and endless space a pink hue; one that seemed to relax, to distort, to make even the most horrid of things simply beautiful. This included him. The being ran through the forest like an animal, erupting flocks of blue and brown birds as his strides moved long and heavy; thumping against the placid forest floor. It created a beat, the same rhythm his frantic heart made as his lungs heaved and thrashed for air. It was primal, as though he had regressed. The robes of his civility were distraught; the small pack attached to his back was covered in dirt, the simple scarf he worn hung by it's threads while his trousers fluttered from torn holes. His shoes were long gone, discarded after they came to an abrupt destruction. It allowed his feet to feel the ground, to meld into every pitch in angle, every dent or hole. It also brought about a calm; something about the malleable dirt beneath his form was comforting, familiar maybe. He couldn't place it, and didn't spend any time thinking on it; couldn't. His mind was focused for once, working harmoniously like greased gears and cogs to an old clock. It was a foreign concept, though it was welcomed with an open embrace. The green being moved faster, as though trying to keep up with the shroud of darkness; to outrun the life giving light. The music began to become chaotic, the pattern crashing into itself as his feet jolted with energy. Then, as abruptly as it had began it came to a end. The namekian stood at the ledge to a river, it's water fast and cold; it's current deceitful. But he made no move to cross it, rather he stared blindly at the ever-shifting waves. His mind was lapsing, replaying the events of the day behind his eyes like he was reliving it. As his mind swam into the unconscious side, his body took the moment to breathe. His chest expanded for a long while, his mouth hanging opening uselessly, and then he breathed out. The hammering of his heart seemed to slow with the suggestion of air, which slowed the rate of adrenaline as it infected his veins. This resulted in him becoming conscious, aware of his body's mistreatment and throbbing. He could feel white hot pain on his legs; no doubt cuts delivered by bark as he ran. He stumbled out of his revere, eyes sharpening as he looked at some unintelligible goal beyond the roaring river. He would be there soon. Snare snapped back into action, shaking his spotted head clear of the fog that possessed it. Without missing a beat he began to back up, taking half a dozen lazy steps before springing forward like a cat. At the last possible second he brought himself inward, pulling himself close to the ground as his legs tensed with preparation. He sprung forward, he feet digging against the ground as he soared over the river, hitting the ground with a roll that brought him back to his moving legs. Snare's bare feet continued to pound the ground, his back arched forward with his his arms shifting beside him. He weaved between the trees with ease, ignoring the pain in favour of his mind's optimism; he would be there soon. As it so happened, soon was a lot closer than he imagined as the pointed shapes of buildings and houses began to crest over the tree line. A satisfied smirk briefly passed his lips, and he began to sprint, counting each step as he neared the steel giants. He broke free of the suffocating trees, taking his first steps on paved ground. Snare couldn't help but feel accomplished and displeased at the same time. On one hand he had finally made it here, days of travel from the South City all claimed by his feet. It made him want to shout. Yet on the other hand his feet couldn't help but protest to the rough feeling of cold rocks, making him want to groan. Feeding none of these guilty pleasures he focused on his task ahead. "Capsule Corp..."[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 677[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- pplz[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Snare's focus crumbled quickly as his senses were assaulted by a horde of subjects. His black eyes were victim of the now fully risen sun, and without the safety of the dainty leaves. Snare also saw too many things than his brain could keep up with; buildings, domes, cars, roads, lights, moving doors, dogs, and people. For a brief moment he was too stunned to acknowledge anything, and then his ears started to ring from a constant noise, a low thum of engines. Snare frowned at the sudden feelings, shifting his ears back slightly as though he could lessen the abuse his eardrums were receiving. He could hear the howls of cars, the wailing of a small child off in the distance, and several conversations going on by the granite sidewalks. Conversations that seemed to revolve around him as many turned to face him with a varying emotions written across their pale faces; they all had the same question floating around in their heads, he could see it. "What the hell?". The namekian massaged his temples, feeling like someone had dropped a twenty ton brick on his face. He had two routes in this situation, only two really. He could either make a scene, which he would prefer to do; to howl back at the noise and clear a path for himself as people avoided his berth, or he could ignore it. The latter was dull, plain, but ensured no trouble... did he not want trouble? Snare let a burst of his energy splay out, black and purple tendrils flying before vanishing in the air. That seemed to get everyone's attention, even the humans hell bent on trying to run red lights. He gathered his thoughts for a moment, not that it was necessary at all, and slowly noticed how quiet it was. The absence of noise was relaxing, drawing a simple smile on his maw and a load off of his back. "Now," the namekian said softly in an authoritative voice, the deep lyrics seeming to draw the people to the point they were leaning forward. A sly smirk began to grow on his face, fracturing his smile deviously. "MIND YOUR FUCKIN' BUSINESS AND SHUT THE HELL UP!" Snare howled, causing some people to even stumble back. He looked on with satisfaction as they all wore the same deer-in-headlights look. Not even seconds later they began to whisper to each other, causing his mouth to curl slightly. Apparently they thought he was fucking deaf. He let his energy burst out once more, causing silence for brief seconds before whispering started again. The assholes couldn't stay quiet, and he was on probation involving public displays of violence. He huffed loudly, showing his displeasure. This caused a small boy to laugh and point, tugging on his mother's dress with one hand and holding a balloon in the other. Snare trudged over to the kid with his arms crossed, looking down on both of the beings. Then, with malicious intent he stabbed his pointed finger into the balloon and popped it. The child started to cry, and Snare rolled his eyes, wishing he wasn't restricted. Nothing screamed evil like popping a kid's balloon. He face palmed and continued on his way, brushing through the kid and the mother. He could hear people whispering rather nasty things about him, which resulted him in grinding his teeth. But he couldn't kill or maim anyone, he had to chant that over and over in his head. His primitive self continued on, only a dozen minutes passing before he stumbled upon the Capsule Corporation and next to it a large building that was no doubt used to house the Gravity Rooms. With renewed vigour Snare proceeded to cross the street to the building, earning several honks and tire screeches before he made it to the door. With a heavy hand, he opened the door and stepped into the entrance room. He paid no attention to the details and tasked himself with finding the rooms. Something he quickly found was a challenge in itself.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 752[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- pplz[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]"Really? It was here the entire time?!" The young namekian growled angrily at the door, the first of many in a long hallway with plenty alike it. He had spent the better half of twenty minutes wandering this maze only to find out just about three seconds ago that the training rooms were literally right in front of him. "Kami forbid they aren't conspicuous enough to be passed several time." Snare grumbled under his breath, disdain coating his voice with ease. With a little tantrum grasping his mind, he roughly grabbed the door and pushed forward. That resulted in him basically walking into the door after quickly finding it was locked up tight. As if he couldn't comprehend that concept, he wiggled to handle a couple more times subconsciously wanting to just rip the thing off. Apparently he was making a lot of noise fussing around with the piece of shit contraption because a human filed down the hallway protesting on deaf ears. The human tapped the lumbering giant on his shoulder hesitantly, causing Snare to whirl on him with bared fangs. "What the HELL do you want? Can't you see I'm trying to get this piece o' crap open?" He snarled, the epitome of unfriendly. "Ah.. Sir, th-that's just it. You see y-you need one of these," The scrawny human produced a key of sorts and presented it to Snare. "To get in there." He gestured to the door. "Then where were you five minutes ago? Give me that." Snare made for the key, only to have the human quickly re-pocket it. The namekian stared down at the man, brows furrowing in anger that radiated off of him. "N-now see here!" The man said, pushing up his sunglasses in an attempt to be in control of the situation. It was kind of funny. "Y-you have to... pay to get into one of th-those rooms!" Snare wished so much that he wasn't on violence restriction; the man needed to be hit if not for questioning the namekian, for stuttering so much his teeth shook. Instead, Snare took a threatening step forward. "Well aware of that asshole." Snare replied, reaching into the bag on his shoulder. Moments later he presented his hand, now equipped with six hundred zenni, to the man. He seemed to pause, as though unsure, so to move things along Snare pushed the money into the man's face. He sputtered briefly before grabbing it. The human was apparently okay with the transaction for he turned to leave. "And the key?" Snare said, trying to be patient. "O-oh! Sorry sir! H-here you are." He quickly placed said key into Snare's hand before trying to calmly sprint back down the length of the hallway. Snare simply rolled his eyes before turning to the door and opening it with the key. The door creaked as it opened, signalling the lack of use in the past days. Snare squinted his eyes as he tried to look around in the dark room; the only light coming from the hallway. He slowly walked into the room, craning his head every which way as he tried to see something; anything. Suddenly the lights turned on, slowly bathing the redish-brown coloured floor and sterile white walls in artificial light. He went to close the door, turning back around for his black eyes to settle on the island of technology in the middle of the room, probably the command center for the room. Irrelevant, he had to get himself ready again. It had been a good hour since his arrival here, which meant his body was no longer ready to go full blow. This implied he would need to get himself worked up again, cardio would probably be the best bet here too. He carelessly chucked the small sack on his shoulder onto the ground, creating a thump. Snare leaned into it and from it pulled out several lengths of plain white cloth along with a new set of pants and boots. Only difference is they weighed about forty pounds more each. Without any hesitation he discarded the remnants of his scarf and pulled off his pants. He grabbed the weighted trousers and pulled them up, tying a obi around his waist to keep it up. He slipped the shoes on next before wrapping a length of weighted cloth around each arm. Snare rolled his shoulders, and paced a bit; feeling completely unfamiliar with all this weight. It was a good thing he was going to warm up first.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 697[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- pplz[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Snare's first steps were heavy and lazy, he wanted to basically drag himself to and fro. But that would not help him, he was here for training; to get stronger and finally be worth something on this shitty and oppressive planet. He would come here everyday for the rest of his life if it was needed, but he would get stronger and finally earn his freedom. With that thought in his mind, he began to pick up his feet, feeling his legs moan at the extra weight. If he was being honest, it was like he had some big bastard sitting on his fucking shoulders for a kiddy ride. He moved his arms around as well, trying to get a feel for the extra weight he added. It was much easier carrying the weight on his shoulders and chest rather than his legs, but that had everything to do with the fact that he was built top heavy. He cleared his mind briefly and merely focused on his pacing from one side to the other. Snare could feel his body react differently with the extra weight, as though it was trying to counter balance it all. His steps were slightly longer, and the movements on his arms were used much more as a balancing technique for the rest of his body. It was to be expected, he had to adapt one way or another. The spotted namekian turned his mind back on, eyeing his clothed arms. The best bet, now that he had at least began to understand the new physics of his body, was to start the warm up. He could only begin to imagine what it was going to feel like with the gravity turn on to times two; if it was a nuscience now, he could only imagine how much of a burden it was going to carry twice his weight with half the muscle that should be required. Snare shook his head slightly, walking over to an unmarked spot in the room. He would not dwell on the future, he had to focus on the current after all. He stopped his motions and observed the room briefly. The namekian noticed the room was almost dome like and fairly large, which meant he could run a much greater distance per lap and not have to turn around; which was a good thing. He jumped lightly, to fully test the weight on his legs, and then set off into motion with long strides. It felt like twice the amount of effort he had used while running through the forest, but that was unsurprising. He tilted his body slightly with the curve of the run, deciding in his head that a solid twenty five laps would get him going and familiar. After the first five laps Snare's breathing rate began to increase slightly, but he remained at the same pace; a decent running pace but it was no sprint. At around ten laps his heart was starting to thump and pound against his chest; a good signal that he was beginning to warm up. When it was lap twenty Snare had a sheen of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. Sweating was also a good sign, so with that he decided he would test his endurance with all these new weights. The spotted namekian's stride began to increase in length and speed, slowly bringing Snare up to a sprint by the twenty first lap. His legs protested the movement at first, but as adrenaline began to once more possess him he easily ignored the slight burn of his legs and continued his speed. Each lap had taken around three minutes to complete, which implied how big the room was, and slowly took less and less time as he moved and got used to the weight. However, while he was sprinting Sax managed to complete the rest in just under twenty seconds. A good improvement. As the spotted namekian hit his last lap he began to slowly slow down, deciding to jog one more lap so he wasn't too pumped up for the gravity. He smirked at the thought; he was close to really beginning now.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 738[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- pplz[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Snare made his way over to the control hub without haste; his feet not even slightly dragged. His mind hummed as he focused on his legs; the place where the weight had felt uncomfortable. By now the feeling was minute, it was there that was for sure, but it was a thought he could easily shove in some ignored corner of his mind. Which is exactly what he did. The young namekian had always prided himself in his adaptability and endurance; this just so happened to be a gold example of it. As if to further prove to himself he was ready, he jumped in a neat arch over to the command center, showing that he did not over jump it in a means to compensate, or not reach it at all. He smirked proudly, standing erect once more as he eyed the console. Snare's brow raised pensively and he found himself leaning this and that way, even looking under the thing. "Where the hell did they hide that stupid power button?" He mumbled in a disgruntled voice, eyeing the thing suspiciously. Figuring he had nothing to lose he began to press a few of the keys, which resulted in a display slowly coming to life. It consisted of a '0001', which he assumed meant the level the gravity was at. Without hesitation he pressed a button that resembled an up arrow and watched the screen update to '0002'. Feeling no difference he cockily said, "This isn't so ba-" The spotted namekian was cut off as his own weight pushed down on himself. His eyes could see the room flash a brief red - probably a warning to say it's begun - as he silently cursed lag time. He stiffly began to move his legs apart a little more, trying to balance himself so that he didn't get pushed to the ground. He refused to be pushed down onto his knees by this piece of shit technology. A few grunts and unintelligible quips, one sounding eerily close to the word 'fuck', escaped his maw as he leaned forward to balance his center of gravity appropriately. His legs were protesting, but he noticed an immediate difference on the difficulty after the initial surprise had worn off. He didn't want to test his luck and fall to his face, so he focused merely on adapting to the sudden weight change and strengthening his legs; they were taking the brunt of it after all. He let minutes tick by as he stayed in the same position, perspiration beginning to sheen on his head again. Letting out a grunt he pushed himself up, so he was no longer curled slightly. The result was a hell of a lot of weight pressing down on his feet, felt like more with his body erect. Despite the discomfort and mild pain he kept in that position; shutting his eyes as he counted time by. If he could stay up for five minutes without even the slightest of movements in his body he could say he was ready to move onto the next step. Due to Snare's inability to stay still, it took over thirty minutes of standing to finally appease his 'non-movement equals success' bullshit. By then his legs had finally stopped crying out and accepted their fate; good on them, he could move on now. Feeling as though he had completed his conquest on standing, he was alright with sitting down; he couldn't be defeated if he won. As soon as his butt hit the ground there was extreme relief in his legs; he was sure they sighed in relief, but that was kind of crazy. Snare quickly decided he would focus on upper body strength, especially considering that just standing up seemed to be a good enough work out for his legs. Besides, he much preferred his upper half rather than his lower. With that thought still lurking in his mind, Snare brought his back slowly to the ground, and shifted his legs so they were brought up at the knees. He placed his right hand on his left shoulder and did the opposite for his left; leaving his arms crossed over his chest. Starting up with sit ups seemed like a good idea; he could focus on his core first and then move onto his arms. Five sets of twenty five, that was a decent start with the new gravity.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 751[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- pplz[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]The room was silent apart from the grunts of exertion that occasionally escaped his thinly drawn lips. He could feel the burn after only three full sit ups, making him want to pause to stop the odd feeling; it was as though he was a child again, his muscles were lean and weak, slowly being etched into his apple green and pink skin. He didn't like it, needless to say. He had already surpassed this stage decades ago, he didn't want to feel as though the body he had worked so hard to achieve now was as weak as it was all those years ago. He growled at the thought, using his aggravation as a motivation to pull himself up once more. He could feel his muscles tighten as they tried to grasp his weight, his core using nothing but force to try and out do the gravity. It worked, and slowly Snare found himself nearly against his legs, hovering there as the burn became an inferno in his stomach. It was painful, despite how he would never care to admit it. "Twenty... five..." The spotted namekian managed to mumble, feeling sweat begin to dance down his face. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, enjoying the feeling of the cool ground once more against his back. It was soothing and a major contrast to the dramatic heat he was feeling in his body right then. He sighed lightly, savouring the minute break. To think that was only his second set. The pattern was the same as he continued, the only volume was still his strained noises against the sickly white walls. The third set went without a hitch, as did the fourth; his body in constant motion as it resisted gravity moving both up and down. The fifth set rolled around slowly, and by the time his minute break had ended he really did not want to continue. What was that idiom? No pain, no gain? Seemed logical enough, it also seemed to support and motivate him. The more pain he was feeling the longer the recovery and the better the results. It tended to be truth. So without any more hesitations, Snare bottled up his immaturity and went on with his dedication pulling his body up to his knees with just his stomach muscles before lowering himself back down to where he hovered just barely above the ground. It provided a source of tension at all times, making him feel himself on fire as it continued at a torturous pace. Eventually he hit the mark once more, finishing off the set and just throwing himself back to the ground; arms and legs splayed as he breathed. He never loved the number twenty five as much as he did then; though he did wish he picked a lower number. Five minutes passed as nothing happened; even Snare managed to remain perfectly still as he stared blankly at the ceiling with his black eyes. His chest heaved up and down, his limbs limp at his side. He never let this much time pass between exercises, but given he was weighing in what he assumed to be nearly three times normal with all this weighted clothing, he found it to be reasonable. However, he was no idiot and knew he would have to move soon or he would have to go through the motions of warming up once more; that meant standing up. He frowned at the idea, sending a brief glare to his legs. If he had more strength in his legs he would be doing laps now, rather than before the gravity increased. Maybe that was where he should focus next; his legs. He was often slower than his opponents, but he always was able to take most attacks full on. He also found allowing his opponents to hit him gave him a decent opportunity at a counter attack; it would be hard for anyone to dodge at point blank. Snare shook his head, physically removing his thoughts from his mind. He had to get moving, no time to rest. With slight encouragement from his mind, he rolled over onto his front; pushing himself onto the tip of his shoes. His hands made a slight triangle against the ground, balancing him against the force of gravity. He figured he could do the same amount of push ups as sit ups, especially considering it focused on his upper body. He smirked at the thought; this ought to be ten times easier.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 760[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- pplz[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]The multiplied weight settled heavily onto his back, fanning down and across his shoulders like a protective blanket. It was a shame that it felt like it weighed a million times heavier than any regular blanket. Still, it was proportionate, weighing enough that he had to flex his muscles - causing the apple green and pink skin to go taut and ripple with muscles - but he was no where near straining himself like he was with the sit ups. Giving himself a couple more seconds, he brought him lean legs closer together, then bent his elbows out. The result was a little sudden, much more than had the gravity not been increased. He felt his arms almost jiggly like some high sucrose dessert as the weight gnawed at his loose ligaments. Gravity pretty much wanted him against the floor, but he refused stopping himself from touching the floor. He knew how to address the situation after all, and he expected it to be at least a challenge. So he tightened his jaw and pushed against the weight, his muscles rippling, but that wasn't all. It would probably be an odd sight for an alien, but it was a natural reaction for Snare. The reaction? His ribbed pink flesh began to bloat, bumping out slightly with the muscle's pressure. Generally this was used in defensive measures, to convince a predator that he was larger than he seemed; to big to eat. Or, in this case, it was to increase muscle mass. With the rather primitive display of his specie's interesting quirks done, Snare pushed himself up and away from the inch that was a tantalizing inch away from his chest. He could feel his muscles strain at the slight exertion, but in comparison to his previous endeavor this was basically a cake walk. With that in mind he set himself to continue his movements; unlocking his arms, lowering his bulky frame, pushing back up, re-locking arms, than repeat. It was a tediously boring task, to the point that only by the third set he wanted to do something (he hadn't even broken a sweat). Without even a tinge of hesitation, the spotted namekian brought his left arm up off the ground and placed it against his back. Before his balance could be disrupted, he pushed himself off the ground briefly and landed with his right hand in the center of his width. Immediately he could feel the difference, but he had at least fixed the balancing. He looked at his hand splay on the floor, nails sharp, before he unlocked it and let his muscle be attacked by the bulk of the weight. Snare could feel his arm protest as well over five hundred pounds pressed down, but he ignored it; fully lowering himself before bringing himself up. His maw was tight, but he could feel this was a much more productive way of working out. The young namekian continued the much slower process twenty five times, then switched with his left hand. Considering his ambidextrous qualities, he had no more trouble with this hand than his other. He finished the fourth set with a quiet grunt, his arms beginning the familiar burn that seemed to be wrapping his entire frame in tendrils of hot fire. But he still had one more to go, so he needed to think out of the box. The idea came swiftly, and he acted on it immediately. He pushed up off the ground with the tip of his toes, bringing his legs up perpendicular to the floor as his hands adjusted themselves to balance the new center of gravity. Not only that, but with his feet no longer carrying some of the weight he could feel over seven hundred pounds pushing down on his two hands that seemed much too small for the task. He could feel sweat begin to form on his brow as he just focused on balancing, trying to keep his legs spread out at a very slight angle. Eventually he let out a breath, readying himself physically and mentally before he unlocked his arms. The sudden weight cause him to let out a strained noise, his mouth hanging open as he tried to focus. Slowly he lowered himself, a little wobbly and then he pushed back up; still foreign to the amount of weight that countered his progress. Still, he made it, letting his mouth form the word one before he went onto the second of twenty five. Today was going to be a long day; if not week.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 724[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- pplz[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Snare ignored the concept of time, merely concentrating one his task. It was a lot easier to ignore time considering the room lacked any form of windows and was bright. Not that he would notice anyway, his eyes were locked onto the brown-red hued floor. His large arms unlocked again, his pointed elbows bending as he lowered himself slowly. He felt one of his feet tip slightly, causing his balance to waver as he lowered his face to the floor. He was quick to replace his foot into the same position in the air, but the damage had been done; his heart hammered as he struggled to push himself back up. His arms bloated further at the strain, and he had half a mind to just use his body manipulation to increase the size of his arms. It was an easy fix, and would make this process much faster. But it would have zero affect on his base muscles, leaving the whole event to be a waste of time. So he decided to just struggle through it, arms moaning as he pushed himself back to being fully erect. He went through another two without too much complaining, and then his head started to throb slightly. Snare had almost forgotten the down side to these push ups - well besides the extreme amount of effort needed -, he could always feel the blood rush to his head and disorintate him. The feeling was beginning, and normally he wouldn't worry too much about it, but with the gravity increased. He frowned slightly, going for another hand stand like push up. His mind raced; he had a limited time before he would knock out. Snare let out grunts of pain as he continued, unwilling to stop. He would not back down, even if there was a chance he would humiliate himself by passing out. "Twenty two..." He announced, his voice straining as he pushed himself up once more. "T-t-twenty three..." Adrenaline pulsed, pumping through purple blood. "Twen... twenty... four..." Words were disjointed, heart hammering in anticipation and labour. Teeth began to form a smirk; perspiration running down his face like water. "Twenty five!" As though the completion of the set renewed his energy, Snare went cockily onward, feeling the need to break the limits. He closed one eye as sweat began to try and seep into it, and with a stupid look he tried to remove his right hand from the ground. The reaction was sudden: the spotted namekian's right hand went up, his arm trembled, and then he went down. His crash was no where near graceful, making him sprawl on the floor as his face squished uncomfortably in the rough floor material. His throat emitted a grunt of annoyance, and slowly his arms took to his sides and pushed him up. He struggled to his ass before crossing his legs using one of his hands to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Snare let his arms cross after; which throbbed in pain, pleading for some medical attention no doubt. By now he had no longer registered the gravity as being times two, merely adapted to it and saw it as him being weak. It was a good way to motivate himself that was for sure. Snare's black gaze rested on the ceiling curiously, his neck craned back uncomfortably with the new pressure. He made a face that presumably meant he was lost in though; possibly recounting a riveting tail, or even looking to the future with grim prospects. But he wasn't doing either of those rather logical options, rather he was stroking his bruised ego. His mind was racing, trying to come up with reasons as to how he had fallen flat on his face; he slipped on the ground, the computer blitzed and increased in gravity for a second, someone sabotaged him? He let out a melodramatic sigh, his neck fixing itself on it's axis as he eyes closed in frustration. None of them seemed to do him, or more importantly his pride, any good. Maybe he could forget about it? Not a chance. It was already burned into his memory. What the fuck could he do then? Ignore it maybe? His face quickly sported a deep set frown. The spotted namekian could only hope they didn't have video cameras. He would rather die.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 903[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- pplz[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Lights danced behind his eyelids, pictures coming to focus as he relieved what happened only days ago. The spotted namekian sat alone in a room; it's walls made of grungy looking grey, floor of embossed cement. There was no windows, no holes, nothing to bring in the outside except for a door. The door possessed the west wall, accompanied by the only other object in the room. It was a simple mat that adorned the rough floor, it's color a bright orange is if it's contrast could bring warmth. He always avoided it, never liked it. He couldn't help but feel anything but suspicion and hatred towards the inanimate object. Was that a resonable thought? No, and he knew that. But it didn't change his thoughts. The mat was always there through his torment, it always offered sanctuary. But what if he actually began to rely on it, on it's warmth, it's basic companionship? Then it would leave; or that was what his insane mind thought, insisting that it would do what everyone always did to him. So he pushed it by the door after the first week, and ever since then it has owned one corner while he occupied the opposite. The mutated monster never went anywhere near it, never seeked refuge, tried to ignore it. But it taunted him, day and night, it was a splash of colour in his dull world. But it didn't want him, didn't need him, just wanted him to fall for some trap. It was like him, the brother who thought he could just leave. He had to live with these insane ramblings of his mind, still had too. Snare brought his knees up, as though he did not want to offend his cell by taking up too much room. But he did hate it; the solid, cold, unforgiving and... empty prison. A meek noise slipped into his room, crawling under the door and into his ears. He stirred, bringing his head up lazily as his eyes - blank and dull - stared at the door. It seemed as though he was disturbed, interrupted from some thoughts or musings. But he wasn't, he never thought about anything while in his bane; only felt as though he was being drained. The eerie noise got louder until he was certain someone or something was lurking just outside of his door. He gave no thought as to who it was for his mind quickly supplied the answer with passionate hate; Adonic. Sure enough the door opened, splaying the dark room with light, and Adonic was the one who stood at the frame. His shadow creeped along the floor, reaching to the spotted namekian's shoe clad feet. His once impassive face turn into a frown, his displeasure deep set into his eyes as emotions began to reacquaint themselves with his mind. This only spurred the man on, making him take a step in with his dainty and lean form. "I could use an obedient mutt such as yourself in my force. Everyone is so opinionated now a days, wouldn't you agree?" His voice held no spite, no distaste, it was as though he was merely relying a fact; Snare's maw curled. "Fuck off Adonic, you have no right here. Get your ass out of here before I remove it." He spat, passion bringing him to his feet. It was true, in his cell he was free of this man's torment. The purple hued man's brows quirked, and as if he thought the threat was real he took a step back; humoring him no doubt. "Colourful language as usual Snare." Adonic said placidly, actually using the namekian's name. He felt his nauseous and sickly at it; the man never used his name. "Alas, maybe I could use a man more motivated then?" He amended lightly, his voice soothing but poisonous. "Hmm, I think I have a better idea than you cramping yourself in here; don't know why you do sometimes." Adonic mused airly, as if he didn't know. "How about you head over to West City and use the Gravity Rooms. I hear they are quite the workout and the star place for aspiring recruits such as yourself. It wouldn't hurt, you are rather weak after all." Again he stated it as though it were a fact, meaning no harm. Snare hissed, he wanted to silt his throat but he couldn't. So he relented, giving a weak nod. "That was rather easy, whoever said you can't teach an old dog new tricks evidently didn't try hard enough. Anyhow, you'll need these. The man threw a set of weighted items and clothing at him, leaving Snare bewildered. "Good luck." And then he vanished. Snare snapped from his revere, blinking the fog from his eyes. He felt heavy, burdened and stiff; and he wasn't sure if that was due to the gravity or the new bubbling emotions. He was angry, always angry. It suited him fine. It was a shallow and hollow emotion, passionate and explosive; it defined him perfectly. The root of the anger? Two men, both with reflecting roles in his life. One was once a mentor, a hero; then he turned his back. The other was a devil, a monster; now he was supportive. How was he supposed to feel? Growling a little, Snare looked to the stack of weights. He would ignore it, work through it. He had to.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]