Post by fayeavalon on Jan 21, 2013 0:02:34 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background-color:#282828][STYLE=background-color:#282828; width:112px; padding:18px;][STYLE=opacity:.8; background-color:#333333; padding:6px; width:100px] [/style][STYLE=background-color:#333333; padding:6px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:11px; font-family:georgia italic; text-align:center; width:100px]358 words[/style] [STYLE=padding:0px; opacity:.8; color:#777777; font-size:8px; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; margin-top:8px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; width:112px]With eyes unimpressed You're sealing the conversations. And are you wondering how things could be? Just staring at the surface, When all the walls have tendencies. But it's not your fault when no one taught you how.[/style][/style] | [atrb=style, width:250px;][atrb=valign, top][STYLE=text-align:right; font-family:georgia italic; font-size:17px; background-color:#282828; line-height:16px; color:#777777; margin-left:-4px; padding:10px; padding-right:10px; margin-top:-1px;]how quick to forget, we are[/style][STYLE=font-family:arial; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; padding:4px; background-color:#eeeeee; padding-bottom:5px; color:#777777]To say it had been a hectic day would be putting it mildly. After waking up and cooking her brother breakfast she sent him away with a smile. Due to their family’s circumstances they couldn’t quite live away from each other, and her mother wanting to live a Korean lifestyle in America…well let’s just say it was difficult to be independent. Candi, one of her mother’s personalities had made an appearance, so not only was she tending to her autistic sister, but her mother with the mentality of a five year old. Getting the two ready she dropped them off to be watched by an institution, which took about half of her paychecks from the gas station, where she was currently at. Standing behind the counter in her uniform she let out a hefty sigh…dreaming of strumming her long digits across her guitar strings. It had been almost a week since she had last played with her band. Thankfully her brother promised to pick up her sister and mother so she had the evening to herself. At least, once she was off the clock. Impatiently she looked at the clock, praying for the time to move quickly. After a few moments she realized just standing around wasn’t going to make the hand move faster so she began to busy herself with a few menial tasks. Moving towards the back stock room she pulled out a few boxes, restocking the shelves as she hummed a soft tune in her head (one she’d have to write down later for her music). As she stood on top of a step ladder she could hear a song playing in her head, and in her own childish manner she began to air play a guitar softly; recalling the cords of her music. Though, it appeared she had done this a little too enthusiastically. Without realizing it her feet shifted, creeping just off the edge of the black square, just enough to cause her to lose her balance. With a loud thud she could feel her body crashing downward, a small groan escaping her painted lips upon feeling the aching sensation across her back. [/style] |
[/style] [style=float: right; width: 293px; color: #efefef; background-color: #000000; height: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; margin-left: -2px; text-align: center; padding-top: 10px]The tears shed wake [/style][style=float: right; width: 272px; color: #000000; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; font-family: helvetica; padding: 10px; margin-top: 1px; text-align: justify; border-left: 3px solid #000000; margin-left: -5px; height: 391px; overflow: auto; background-color: #efefef]Jace reached for a flavorful bag of chips, adding it to his already teetering armful of assorted junk foods. He was beginning to question his refusal to use some sort of basket, then began to wonder if this gas station even had those. Probably not.