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Post by Aleksei Talai on Sept 5, 2011 12:36:16 GMT -5
[style=font-size: 42px; font-family: garamond; margin-right: 40px; text-align: right; color: ffffff; text-shadow: #555555 1px 1px 1px; margin-bottom: -7px; letter-spacing: 2px;] we could have had it all,[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true]
[atrb=height,350,true][atrb=cellpadding,6px,true][cs=2][atrb=background,http://i27.tinypic.com/ossaht.jpg,true][style=line-height: 14px; font-size:11px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-family: courier new; background-color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; text-align: center; color: #555555; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]you're gonna wish you never had met me[/style] | [style=width: 305px; height: 353px; background-color: ffffff; margin-left: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #555555; overflow: auto; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify;mopacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]He was dreaming again, playing with his older brother in the field behind there house, but this time something was different. He just shivered and clung to his brother's hand, that was until his brother turned around. The look on his brother's face made him jolt awake. He was on the grass at the park, supposed to be doing something. But he had just sat down to relax and ended up falling asleep, again it was another nightmare that he would never speak of. What had happened had been his fault, but he wouldn't let anyone else get hurt not if he could stop it. The band-aid that was on his cheek just explained that much, he had gotten involved in a fight that wasn't his. Maybe that was why he was here, he couldn't remember. Just walking aimlessly sounded like something he would do, even if he didn't know he was doing it at the time.
The boy rubbed his eyes trying to get the sleep out of them, and wake up some. To stop shaking he just focused on something, flexing his fist almost like he was waiting to hit something. He was not of course, he was too nice for that. Unless he really needed to, but then again at the same time no one needed to know what he was thinking. Alek couldn't afford to get paralyzed here, not out in the open like this. Something like that was for at home no where else, and if that didn't mean anything to anyone, well he would do something to fix it, or just ignore it. He sighed and tried to focus and clear his thoughts, it was for the best right now.
Leaning back and looking up at the sky, he pondered to get up and running again, just to try to clear his head even more. That usually happened when he was running like he was, and if he truly had a feeling for what he was doing. The boy picked up his bag, and slung it over his shoulder. He was glad to have one of those one shoulder bags for school, not that there was much in it now. He had left it had home for a reason, and now here he was. The boy stretched, he wouldn't run without doing so. Unless he wanted to get hurt that is, which he didn't for now.
"Brother you spoke of dreams and honor...now here's to following my dreams!" He was always pushing himself hard for his brother, and to make his family happy. Anyone he knew, and as he started to jog he wondered if he was doing the right thing, the jog soon turned into running. He seemed to lose his balance and fell onto the ground, wincing and rubbing his ankle. "ow ow....yea that was so smart..." He didn't move for a bit, and just sighed trying to clear his head. Once it stopped hurting he'd probably try to run again. It wasn't bad, he hadn't hit it or anything just lost his balance.[/style] | [style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;] [/style][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; margin-top: -2px; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 116px; height: 122px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #777777; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]"TAGS" |
[/u] Hiroku Hazame. "WORDS"[/u] 512 words. "MUSIC"[/u] Pieces,Red. made by SPOT[/u] on OTE![/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Hazame Hiroku on Sept 25, 2011 14:46:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #D8F0F8; border-top: 10px solid #1F88A7; border-bottom: 10px solid #1F88A7; -moz-border-radius: 40px, bTable] NOW THAT IT'S RAINING MORE THAN EVER KNOW THAT WE'LL STILL HAVE EACH OTHER ☂ YOU CAN STAND UNDER MY UMBRELLA ☂
| Walking alone wasn’t exactly a part of his plan. He enjoyed his own company, that was true and he would not deny it, but walking was considered a sport, and every sport was difficult for him, so he actually wanted to find a place to draw. He was wearing his usual blue hooded jacket and black pants and some old converse he really liked. Looking around the Izumi Park he saw a big tree which looked like it was probably thrice as old as him. He sat down and searched inside of his bag for his drawing booklet. He looked at the booklet for a while and took out of his bag his pencil case. He scratched his red-hair covered head and then started to draw the nature around him. His red eyes scanned the area. He moved the pencil up and down drawing every detail as best as he could.
He relaxed looking around. Breathing fresh air was good, wasn’t it? And he could enjoy the sun and breeze, perfectly alone. Then he took the green color. The green was the color of hope. Drawing the “hope” colored trees was always a big deal for him. He showed in his drawings what he really felt, so mixing everything with black was not foreign for him. The yellow color, with meant joy and sunshine was always mixed with a red tint that, for him was not love or anything like that, it was anger and blood. He looked at the rather deadly painting and took the blue colored pencil. Faith. No, it was depression, flowing depression.
Drawing a little pond slowly and steadily while he sadly looked around. His drawing where really never pretty for others, they where demonic representations of his life. He then heard some steps. Looking around e saw a boy jogging around. He looked at him for a while and then took his colors and started to paint him, suddenly, out of nowhere. He was not covered in blood or black colors, he drew him almost shining. He did not knew why, he just found the boy quite different than the usual people, he was…interesting.
His eyes widened as the other boy felt to the floor. Hesitating he walked to the other boy, with his book in his hand.
“U-Ummm….a-are you a-alright?” he said, realizing he had seen the other boy at the halls.
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☂ WORDS: idk…more than 300…
☂ NOTES: meh likes pudding!
☂ LYRICS: "umbrella" rihanna
☂ CREDIT: goes to RISSA of SILVER WINGS and OTE. ♥ |
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Post by Aleksei Talai on Sept 27, 2011 10:40:02 GMT -5
[style=font-size: 42px; font-family: garamond; margin-right: 40px; text-align: right; color: ffffff; text-shadow: #555555 1px 1px 1px; margin-bottom: -7px; letter-spacing: 2px;] we could have had it all,[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true]
[atrb=height,350,true][atrb=cellpadding,6px,true][cs=2][atrb=background,http://i27.tinypic.com/ossaht.jpg,true][style=line-height: 14px; font-size:11px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-family: courier new; background-color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; text-align: center; color: #555555; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]you're gonna wish you never had met me[/style] | [style=width: 305px; height: 353px; background-color: ffffff; margin-left: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #555555; overflow: auto; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify;mopacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]The boy didn't think he would get into this position, nor be stuck here. The ankle hurt, he had fallen on it just right, but he wouldn't be stuck here for long. He hoped anyway, being stubborn had it's points. 'Such a klutz...' He looked around, and tried to get himself up to at least straighten it out, the pain wasn't to bad. He was just not a smart person and needed to think next time he did something. Talai looked up to the other person who was there, another student from the school it seemed. He had seen him in the halls off and on, he always seemed to be sad or like something was wrong. 'Who is that kid...his name it escapes me...' He didn't really flinch he was walking closer to him, and he looked up at him.
There was nothing he could do or say, but he was sure he wasn't going to end up hurting him or something. He didn't seem that mean, he'd probably be more of a help then anything else. "Oh sorry did I interrupt something?" He looked at him, and wondered if he was alright, he seemed alone. That wasn't right and he didn't want him to be that way, he wanted him to cheer up. The kid was concerned and now that was just the way it had been. "Oh yea I'm fine I just fell....it's sprained I think..." He didn't want to believe it was, cause he would rather be running, but it hurt and he was trying to ignore it the best he could which was not working out that well. He rubbed his ankle, and tried to get it to stop hurting.
"This is just perfect...all I wanted to go was run..." He was getting annoyed with himself, not really mad though he just didn't like it. Why did it have to happen, why did he have to get hurt. He wanted to get out of this place. He tried to get up, he wanted to get out of here and just back to his running. He could just sit and relax a little bit though now. "I'm sorry...didn't mean to get hurt...or um interrupt whatever you were doing..." [/style] | [style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; margin-top: -2px; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 116px; height: 122px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #777777; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]"TAGS" |
[/u] Hiroku Hazame. "WORDS"[/u] 372 words. "MUSIC"[/u] Pieces,Red. made by SPOT[/u] on OTE![/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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