Post by Alexei Semenov on Dec 6, 2012 15:09:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/stripuee.png); border-left: 5px solid #3C434A; border-top: 3px solid #3C434A; border-top-left-radius: 120px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 8px; border-left: 3px solid #252729; border-right: 3px solid #252729; border-radius: 20px; background-color: #DFE4E9; color: #252729; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; padding: 8px; margin-left: 90px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; opacity: 0.91; font-style: italic;]AND YEAH, I KNOW THAT I AM A GROWN-ASS MAN WHO STILL ACTS LIKE AN IDIOT, BUT LORD, HE MUST HAVE BEEN IN A GOOD MOOD THE DAY THAT HE LET A GIRL LIKE YOU – [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-size: 35px; line-height: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #393C40; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, 1px 0px 0px #EDF2F5, 0px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px 0px 0px #EDF2F5, 0px -1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px -1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, 1px -1px 0px #EDF2F5; opacity: 0.9;]❝ CHOOSE TO TAKE A FOOL LIKE ME[/STYLE][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 5px; border-radius: 5px; height: 33px; width: 70px; margin-top: 10px; box-shadow: 3px 3px #3C434A; opacity: 0.6; background-image: url(http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm242/DaeSiggil/Me_Dae_/Site/Avatars/Yuri%20Petrov/2.jpg);][/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 15px; border-radius: 5px; height: 33px; width: 85px; margin-top: 10px; box-shadow: 3px 3px #3C434A; opacity: 0.7; background-image: url(http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm242/DaeSiggil/Me_Dae_/Site/Avatars/Yuri%20Petrov/2.jpg);][/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 15px; border-radius: 5px; height: 33px; width: 95px; margin-top: 10px; box-shadow: 3px 3px #3C434A; opacity: 0.8; background-image: url(http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm242/DaeSiggil/Me_Dae_/Site/Avatars/Yuri%20Petrov/2.jpg);][/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 9px; border-radius: 7px; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; box-shadow: 3px 3px #3C434A; opacity: 0.9; background-image: url(http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm242/DaeSiggil/Me_Dae_/Site/Avatars/Yuri%20Petrov/2.jpg);][/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: -100px; border-radius: 7px; padding: 8px; width: 84px; margin-top: 128px; box-shadow: 2px 2px #3C434A; opacity: 0.9; background-color: #DFE4E9; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; font-size: 11px; color: #0E1429; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: center;][STYLE=margin-top: -20px; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: 20px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #393C40; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, 1px 0px 0px #EDF2F5, 0px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px 0px 0px #EDF2F5, 0px -1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px -1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, 1px -1px 0px #EDF2F5;]TAGS[/style] Open.[/style] [STYLE=float: right; margin-right: -100px; border-radius: 7px; padding: 8px; width: 84px; margin-top: 178px; box-shadow: 2px 2px #3C434A; opacity: 0.85; background-color: #DFE4E9; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; font-size: 11px; color: #0E1429; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;][STYLE=margin-top: -20px; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; font-size: 20px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #393C40; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, 1px 0px 0px #EDF2F5, 0px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px 0px 0px #EDF2F5, 0px -1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px -1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, 1px -1px 0px #EDF2F5;]WORDS[/style] 350.[/style] [STYLE=float: right; margin-right: -100px; border-radius: 7px; padding: 8px; width: 84px; margin-top: 218px; box-shadow: 2px 2px #3C434A; opacity: 0.8; background-color: #DFE4E9; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; font-size: 11px; color: #0E1429; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center;][STYLE=margin-top: -20px; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: 20px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #393C40; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, 1px 0px 0px #EDF2F5, 0px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px 0px 0px #EDF2F5, 0px -1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px -1px 0px #EDF2F5, -1px 1px 0px #EDF2F5, 1px -1px 0px #EDF2F5;]NOTES[/style] First post \o/ [/style][STYLE=padding: 10px; background-color: #E9EDF0; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px; color: #0E1429; text-align: justify; margin-right: 115px; margin-left: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 140px;] The man stared at the intertwined fingers in his lap, a thoughtful expression in dead grey eyes, most of his expressions hidden by a mane of light grey hair although most was still pulled back in a strict ponytail. His lips pushed into a thin line and a yearning clawing at the inside of his ribcage, demanding that he go back to that place and remain there forever, losing himself and be dead to this world. The thought alone was ever so tempting. He had to resist the yearning twenty-four seven. The Government -his colleagues- already knew that he was acting suspicious and had chosen to keep an eye on him. He had to pretend that he was a good little man, hating Endonia, the drug, everything that had to do with it with a passion while he wanted nothing more than to return there. A breeze stirred the red and brown leaves around him and he looked up after a while, staring thoughtfully at them as he followed them, lips still pursed and eyebrows knitted together. He then flickered those grey irises upward and swept over his surroundings as well and then sighed softly when there was no one nearby him. He straightened slowly and decided to walk around, instead of sitting in one spot. He supposed that the fresh air would maybe do him some good. He doubted it however, he already felt too frail and weak. His body falling apart underneath the dream world's influence. He had fallen in its trap and if he kept tempting it too much, he would fall into it and never be able to return. Not that he would mind that too much. It would be like freedom, he supposed, although he was acutely aware of the dangers that went hidden there. He had never felt more alive than he had in this world. It was a curse, one he had to carry alone. He nearly cupped his face with his hands again, but instead he kept them by his sides and kept striding through the park, pretending that nothing was wrong. [/style] |