Post by CALYPSO on Feb 15, 2012 13:22:41 GMT -5
| [cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 100px, bTable][STYLE=background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/69jhow.png); border: 5px solid #00F47A; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-bottom: -7px; margin-left: -15px;][/style][STYLE= font: 30pt serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 2px solid #00B465; line-height: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; length: 30px; margin-top: 40px; padding-left: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #00B465;]COME AGAIN[/style][STYLE= font: 10pt arial; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #00F47A; padding: 3px; length: 100px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color:#F6EFE4;]COME AGAIN ANOTHER DAY[/style] |
| [atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;][STYLE= font: 7pt verdana; width: 300px; line-height: 11px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 25px; text-align: justify; color: #999; text-transform: lowercase; border-left: 2px solid #00F47A; margin-left: 40px;] It was a peculiar place for one to be in the afternoon, in the Semi-dead forest, up in one of the forests many trees. A breeze of wind teased the branches, winding its way through them and pulling at the papers of the young woman’s notebook. Calypso ignored her papers being pulled and resumed jotting down some notes, barely concentrating on how badly and in some places unreadable her notes were as she scanned across the pages of her open text book about the Grand Line and the Calm Belts that was balanced on her knee. Usually she would have studied topics based on her occupation in a more safe and comfortable environment, such as on the island of Ohara or on her divisions ships The Horizon. However Calypso had become increasingly tired of trying to study maps or make notes on the ship while trying to concentrate through the ruckus of her fellow crew members and their occasion roughhousing. The women needed someplace where she could study in peace. Her second choice of somewhere to study had been the stunning island of Ohara, had one of the islands residents telling her to cover herself up. Apparently studying while dressed like a prostitute was not appreciated by this and the other few residents there. Admittedly, she did notice that her clothing was becoming less and less since she became thirty and her tail had split. She was merely experimenting in clothes and trying to find types that suited her body, not because she was a prostitute. Rolling her eyes at those thoughts, Calypso took another sip from a bottle of vodka that had been placed on her lap for most of the time she had been studying. Another breeze of wind, much stronger than the last pulled at her notebook pages. Again she ignored her papers being pulled and resumed jotting down the notes. She wanted to finish writing notes for the last three pages of the chapter before it got any colder. She could manage to put up with her crews ruckuses for one more night and write notes about the last chapter of the book where it was much warmer. She couldn’t however, manage to put up with the cold weather for any longer while in her current outfit. In her typical fashion, Calypso had worn a low cut purple maxi dress with small burgundy finishes along the top and a pair of purple flats. Her hair was done up in a high curly ponytail to keep it out of her face while studying. One could compare her to a vibrant exotic bird or another feral child that was lost in the branches. A bird or child that was wild enough to be used to the elements as sudden drops of rain began to fall lightly from the sky. In her sheltered niche, she had only noticed the sudden pickup in wind and not the clouds rolling in or rain fall until it began to drip onto the pages of her books. Uttering a surprised curse, she tilted her head upwards, only to be hit in the face with a few droplets of water. "Seriously," she muttered as she wiped off the rain drops from her forehead. Afterwards, she took hold of the two books and the bottle of vodka and slid them all under one arm and then at a hasty speed she scampered back down to the bottom of the tree and pressed herself against the trunk when at the bottom. Only a bit more sheltered and with a smile on her face (despite feeling annoyed), Calypso began to shake her notebook out, hoping the pages were still readable and weren’t ruined by the rain. She couldn’t afford to rewrite her notes. ooc: i don't even know what i've written. ;_;[/style][style=width: 200px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #757575;]made by prism of btn and ls~[/style] |
