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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 14, 2012 20:59:30 GMT -5
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[style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454;]Knees are weak, hands are shaking, I can't breathe[/style] [style=font-family: ConcursoModerne BTN Lt; font-weight: bold; font-size: 30pt; line-height: 14pt; color: #545454; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-right: 5px;]So give me the drug[/style][style=overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial-Narrow; font-size: 8.6pt; color: #545454; width: 300px; height: 300px; float: right; background-color: D6D6D6; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154; padding: 5px;]Noah stuffed his hands into his pockets as he wandered around the streets of Baterila. As his feet carried with to no particular destination in mind, he was surprised to find that he had arrived at the entrance to a club. Running his fingers through his hair he breathed deeply before pulling his coat tighter around his body. Pushing open the doors to the clubs a frown crossed his features as he was hit by a wave of music. He didn’t really listen to techno but he was pretty sure that it was what he was hearing. He took several steps inside before coming to a halt. Tilting his head slightly to the side he merely raised an eyebrow as he saw a female couple against a wall to his left. He wasn’t certain but he was pretty sure that they were tongue wrestling.
Resisting the urge to stare like an imbecile, Noah took in the rest of the club. Most of the club seemed to be dedicated to dancing but there were patches of furniture here and there. There was also a section of tables where some of the older people seemed to be located, near the tables there was even a bar. Noah pondered whether or not he might be able to acquire a drink but figuring that considering that this was a club anyone could enter they probably checked ID pretty thoroughly. Shrugging the thought off, he told himself that if he really wanted a drink he could always take one.
He didn't want to if he didn't have to but when a man needed a drink, he needed a drink. Running his slender fingers through his hair he let out a sigh and told himself that he would try and see how the night went while he was sober. If nothing of interest happened then he would gladly get drunk in order make this more interesting. For all he knew he could end up having enough fun to where he didn't need a drink. Noah let out a surprised gasp as he felt slender fingers wrap around his wrist. [/style]
[style=background-color: #D6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; width: 110px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][style=background-color: #d6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-left: 5px; font-family: Arial-narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: undercase; width: 110px; height: 200px; font-size: 7.6pt; color: #545454; text-transform: lowercase;] words!? 353 notes!? Crap Opener tags!? Zell music!? Wiz Khalifa lyrics!? Injection by Rise Against[/style] [style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;] credits to LIKEABOSS at ON THE EDGE[/style]
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LAILA SNOW
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Post by LAILA SNOW on Feb 14, 2012 22:20:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);][STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;] SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] Laila had always been a rather wild child. The type of girl who just loved to cut loose and didn't give a damn whether people judged her or not. On this rather quiet evening she found herself headed toward a local club, that had been described to her as "hip". Her comrades had prior plans leaving the young woman to fend for herself. Not that Laila cared one way or the other, she would find her own means of entertainment. As usual, she had dressed to impress. An ebony dress, clung to her skin so fittingly. The bottom of which cut off in the middle of her thighs. A pair of rose red heels with ample stilettos adorned her feet, the tops of which wrapped around her ankles in a cute manner resembling a bow. Arriving at the club she pressed the front door open and was immediately hit with a wave of music and the smell of alcohol began to tease her taste buds. Slipping inside she glanced about her surroundings. The club was not too bad, nothing special though. It was a tad low key for her tastes and seemed quite empty for such an hour. At least there was booze though, so even if the dance floor was lacking she could still get her drink on. Heading over to the bar she ordered herself a shot of Vodka. Bringing the shot glass to her lips she downed it quickly and slammed it down upon the table. Spinning on her heels, she moved from the bar and headed toward the dance floor. Making her way into the middle she began to move her body with the rhythm of the music. The dance floor could have been empty or packed, either way this girl was going to get her party on. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;] NOTES, Dance Dance![/style] | |
[STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #151515; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -4px;]made by kiwii at btn![/style]
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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 14, 2012 22:42:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][bg=545454][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154][atrb=background,http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p249/exces-sive/pattern.gif]
[style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454;]Knees are weak, hands are shaking, I can't breathe[/style] [style=font-family: ConcursoModerne BTN Lt; font-weight: bold; font-size: 30pt; line-height: 14pt; color: #545454; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-right: 5px;]So give me the drug[/style][style=overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial-Narrow; font-size: 8.6pt; color: #545454; width: 300px; height: 300px; float: right; background-color: D6D6D6; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154; padding: 5px;]Stupid. The bounty hunter had allowed for his thoughts to envelope him so much that someone had managed to sneak up on him. If he was in a hostile environment that could have led to his death. Then again in a hostile environment it was more likely that the bounty hunter would be on high alert. Deciding that it wasn't as big a deal as his initial thoughts made it seem he glanced toward the source. Noah's gaze was met by that of a petite brunette. Part of him wanted to pull free of her grasp and continue to scan the room for more fun. This girl could possibly take him places he normally would be unable to venture to.
Allowing for her to pull him along his heart sunk as she pulled him out onto the dance floor with her. He’d never been a good dancer and never had a need to learn until now. Sighing as the girl stopped and began to dance near him, he thought of the only dance moves he knew. Balling his hands into fist he placed his them in front of him and began to sort of jog in place. He knew the move was called the running man but he wasn’t really sure if anyone else knew about it. He wasn’t really sure where he had seen the move but knew that it was likely out of date. Half the things he did were probably things that were no longer considered acceptable and certainly not cool.
Noah never really wanted to be considered cool but as of right now he was sticking out. He couldn't really help it. He had made his decision and although he regretted it now he couldn't really change it. Besides there was always the chance that what he was doing wasn't that big a deal. Hell, maybe it was so unknown everyone would be impressed with him. It was unlikely but you never really knew. Maybe, just maybe.... [/style]
[style=background-color: #D6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; width: 110px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][style=background-color: #d6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-left: 5px; font-family: Arial-narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: undercase; width: 110px; height: 200px; font-size: 7.6pt; color: #545454; text-transform: lowercase;] words!? 329 notes!? Running Man tags!? Zell music!? Wiz Khalifa lyrics!? Injection by Rise Against[/style] [style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;] credits to LIKEABOSS at ON THE EDGE[/style]
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LAILA SNOW
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Post by LAILA SNOW on Feb 15, 2012 21:18:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);][STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;] SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] Laila continued to twirl along the dance floor, in her personal opinion she was tearing it up. As she moved to the left her eyes caught the attention of something rather peculiar. From the looks of it, a dark skinned man was attempting the running man. The running man, really now? Had he never been to a club like setting before? Did he really believe that such a maneuver was impressive? Even the woman who seemed to be dancing beside him looked like she was doing her best to hold in a laugh. Finding it almost impossible to resist, Laila let out a rather mocking laugh. Quickly she brought her palm to her lips, in her best attempt to muffle it. Not that she really cared if he caught it, since he more than deserved it by using such an outdated dance routine. She simply shook her head, feeling a bit bad for his date. He was making her look foolish by association, the poor woman probably felt trapped in a continuous nightmare. Letting out a meager sigh, Laila approached the man with not an ounce of rhythm. "Not trying to burst your bubble, but the running man, so out of style." A sly smirk slid across her lips as she glanced him once over. At times, she had the habit of coming off rather bitchy. The truth of the matter however was, she just preferred a more honest approach. Not one who saw much point in beating around the bush or sugar coating anything. The only time she expressed such behavior was for her own benefit. If something were to be gained from being nice and warm then she had no qualms with doing so. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;] NOTES, Dance Dance![/style] | |
[STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #151515; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -4px;]made by kiwii at btn![/style]
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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 15, 2012 21:49:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][bg=545454][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154][atrb=background,http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p249/exces-sive/pattern.gif]
[style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454;]Knees are weak, hands are shaking, I can't breathe[/style] [style=font-family: ConcursoModerne BTN Lt; font-weight: bold; font-size: 30pt; line-height: 14pt; color: #545454; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-right: 5px;]So give me the drug[/style][style=overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial-Narrow; font-size: 8.6pt; color: #545454; width: 300px; height: 300px; float: right; background-color: D6D6D6; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154; padding: 5px;]The bounty hunter rubbed the back of his head as the brunette stopped dancing and immediately burst out in laughter. He wasn’t sure if it was just his paranoia but he was pretty sure that there were some people giggling around him. A female approached him and commented on his horrid choice in dance moves and he merely raised his middle finger and flicked her off. Doing his best to not look like a complete imbecile he turned on his heel and briskly walked toward the tables. Finding an empty one he sat down and let out a long sigh. That was really stupid. I should have told the girl I didn’t want to dance or something. Hell I could have told her I was gay or something. Anything would have been better then what I just did,Noah thought.
Leaning back, Noah stretched out with a sigh. Mental note to self, learn how to dance. Also never dance with an attractive woman if you know you don’t know how to dance. Placing his elbows on the table he placed his head in his hands and chuckled slightly. He couldn’t help but wonder how he looked doing something so idiotic. If he had tried perhaps he could have played the dance off as a joke and then have told the girl he didn’t really feel like dancing. Anything would’ve been better than actually dancing. Shaking his head, Noah tried to stop thinking about what he could have done and just accept what he did do.
At the sound of approaching footsteps, Noah buried his face in his hands. His paranoia was running rampant and he figured that it was someone come over to mess with him about his dancing. “Fuck off,” Noah said without removing his face from his hands. As he sat there with his face hidden away he realized that he needed to brush off his embarrassment and be social. Even if he did just embarrass himself acting like it was the worse thing to ever happen to him was pathetic. With a sigh, he removed his face from his hands and looked at source of the voice for the first time. The muscles in his jaw tightened as he noticed who it was.[/style]
[style=background-color: #D6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; width: 110px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][style=background-color: #d6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-left: 5px; font-family: Arial-narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: undercase; width: 110px; height: 200px; font-size: 7.6pt; color: #545454; text-transform: lowercase;] words!? 374 notes!? Playing hard to get tags!? Zell music!? Wiz Khalifa lyrics!? Injection by Rise Against[/style] [style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;] credits to LIKEABOSS at ON THE EDGE[/style]
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