Post by selphie tilmitt on Dec 11, 2012 2:14:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,bTable][atrb=style, background-color: #997E7E; border-top: 4px solid #69130B; border-bottom: 4px solid #69130B; border-radius: 30px;][STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 28px; border-right: 3px solid #69130B; border-bottom: 3px solid #69130B; margin-top: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 150px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-right: 3px solid #69130B; border-bottom: 3px solid #69130B; margin-top: -103px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-right: 28px; border-right: 3px solid #69130B; border-bottom: 3px solid #69130B; margin-top: -103px;][/style][STYLE=margin-top: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #892921; font-size: 30px; text-align: center; line-height: 40px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 23px; text-shadow: 0px 1px 1px #FAF5F5;]STAND IN THE RAIN - - - - *[/style][STYLE=border-radius: 20px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E6DDDC; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 57px; margin-right: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 15px; color: #000000; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #69130B; border-right: 1px dotted #69130B; border-left: 1px dotted #69130B;]STAND YOUR GROUND. STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN. STAND THROUGH THE PAIN, YOU WON'T DROWN. AND ONE DAY, WHAT'S LOST CAN BE FOUND, SO STAND IN THE RAIN. SHE WON'T MAKE A SOUND, ALONE IN THIS FIGHT WITH HERSELF AND THE FEARS WHISPERING, "IF YOU STAND, YOU'LL FALL DOWN."[/style][STYLE=border-radius: 30px; text-indent: 15px; padding: 15px; background-color: #E6DDDC; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 8px; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; height: 320px; overflow:auto]█ She still couldn't quite believe what was happening, not that she could remember anything from before. Wet, rainy, puddles, water, the occasional creaks from environment and sounds of critters unseen. The somewhat morose young woman couldn't quite recall what she knew from before, but definitely knew that none of this seemed familiar. The dolls on the other hand, they were definitely familiar, but she couldn't remember why and that was what was dragging her down so badly - these people were so important and she couldn't remember who they were. "So important..." came a quiet whisper, feet travelling slowly. She had woken up in a strange place, nothing but her wits, dolls and weapons, feeling as though she had spoken to someone before, but simply could not remember... Various noises sounded throughout swamp-like area and Selphie mostly tuned them out, not paying hardly any heed to them. The most important thing going through her head was the lack of memory she had. So lost in thought the amnesiac SeeD was, she didn't notice she was walking right into a mess of branches and brambles from one of the bushes. Immediately Selphie began yelping, flailing and swatting in surprise at the flora, which immediately had more yelps and swears as she quickly learned to not not swat at it. This was sure to be an interesting journey. {O|O|C} [/style]Bleh. Crappy post. |