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Post by Lizzy on Aug 15, 2012 22:20:30 GMT -7
[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 20px; border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dotted #bcbcbc;][style=font-family:Georgia; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 2px 1px 1px #747474; line-height: 28px;]la chanson des oiseaux[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #a3a3a3; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #ffffff; text-align: center;]la voix des enfants pleurent à l'agonie[/style]  [style=margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; padding: 5px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/81xeW.png'); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #4a4a4a; padding: 5px;]Today was to be a very special day for Elizabeth. For, it was Friday and she was to go to her boyfriend's house and enjoy a nice, home-cooked dinner. Right now, it was about 4:30pm, meaning Elizabeth had arrived at North Salem Square nearly half an hour early. Her boyfriend was to pick her up in front of the Fountain at Cherish Park at five. Of course, Elizabeth had never really minded waiting too much, especially not when she was this anxious. She'd rather be their early than to be thinking about getting there for hours. After she finished checking the time, Elizabeth slipped her phone back into her purse and fell to sit on the dry-end of the fountain. However, she could feel her energy building. When was Alexander going to get here? Elizabeth looked up to the sky, her patience was beginning to leave her. However, she noted gray clouds rapidly beginning to convene above her... and then she felt it. Splish!A drop of rain on her nose was just a precursor to an unprecedented heavy downpour of rain. In only seconds, she had become completely soaked. Her clothes, her hair, everything. It was as though she had jumped into a lake. "Craaaap!" She cried out loud. And now what was she to do? [/style][style=font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: #5a5a5a; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #ffffff;] CREDITS • made by lovesolfege from OTE[/style] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 16, 2012 21:23:14 GMT -7
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]Dana Wayne was very content. Currently she was walking down through North Salem Square, beatboxing a rather basic rhythm while the umbrella repelled all unwanted rain. Boy, was she glad she had seen the signs and brought her umbrella with her. The rain didn't work well with her electric powers, and being in contact with water ran the risk of electrocuting others and harming herself.
Though, taking a walk through the park in the rain was something rather refreshing. Not something you could do every day, you know. As she approached the large fountain Cherish Park was known for, Dana could make out a thin figure seated on its perimeter. Approaching closer, the teen could make out long hair as blonde as hers, and an obviously feminine figure. "You know, you should try bringing an umbrella with you on days when it's supposed to rain," the heiress informed casually once she was within close proximity to the girl, holding the umbrella over her head as well as she sat herself down on the fountain. "What're you doing here anyway? Waiting for someone?"
"Hey, I know you," Dana realized upon getting a closer look at the girl's face. "You're the 10th grade class president, aren't you? Elizabeth, right?"
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Post by Lizzy on Aug 16, 2012 22:41:06 GMT -7
[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 20px; border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dotted #bcbcbc;][style=font-family:Georgia; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 2px 1px 1px #747474; line-height: 28px;]la chanson des oiseaux[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #a3a3a3; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #ffffff; text-align: center;]la voix des enfants pleurent à l'agonie[/style]  [style=margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; padding: 5px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/81xeW.png'); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #4a4a4a; padding: 5px;] "Yeah, I am...."Elizabeth greeted the girl. Unfortunately, she didn't know the girl well, but her own popularity had taken the best of the situation. The girl knew her. Elizabeth nodded and took a moment to look up at the umbrella the girl had lifted over her. It was a nice gesture, but Elizabeth hated taking handouts. However, she did have a date tonight, so she would hold her tongue. She didn't want her hair to be all wet and messed up when Alexander got here, but it was already a bit too late for that probably. "That's right, but this year I'm not only going to be class president, but the student council president as well," Lizzy said quite proudly. "Might I ask... what your name is? I apologize, I'm bad with names."[/style][style=font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; color: #5a5a5a; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #ffffff;] CREDITS • made by lovesolfege from OTE[/style] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 16, 2012 23:22:23 GMT -7
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;] Dana's eyebrows raised marginally at the girl's proud response. "Is that so? Student council president, as an underclassman? You must be something special then, chica. Of course, it was something of a surprise that Elizabeth didn't seem to recognize her; at North Salem High Dana had quickly become something of a dark horse -somehow she had ended up gaining the reputation of the bohemian queen of the school. Technically, that made her the president's polar opposite, status-wise, being popular in the indie, more underground crowds. Well, and the fact that she was rather well-known for being the sister to a certain physics teacher.
"Nah, it's alright," Dana said, waving Elizabeth off. "I guess you wouldn't recognize me. I'm Dana, nice to finally make your acquaintance, Miss President," the teen introduced herself with a small smile, putting out her fist for an old-school fistbump. 'I'd heard that the student council president was cute, but I didn't think she was this cute,' the blonde thought, looking over the sophmore girl from behind her shades.
"So who're you waiting for in this sort of weather, anyway?"
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