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Post by VALERIE DE CELIS on Apr 14, 2012 21:11:21 GMT -5
[newclass=body]overflow: auto; width: 345px; height: 275px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 5 0 0; margin-top: -20px;[/newclass][newclass=precop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px solid #000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000; margin: 5 0 1 0;[/newclass][newclass=cop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px dashed #000; padding: 1 0 0 0; margin: 2 0 0 0;[/newclass] [classy=body] A blonde woman darted in and out of the sea of mall rats, quickening her pace when she saw two full-suited men still hot on her tail. Bristling with irritation, Valerie ducked into the next shop she could squeeze into, a clothing store where the smell of perfume and cologne was slightly causing her to choke. Valerie coughed and sputtered to get the nauseating smell out of her lungs, peeking from behind the door frame to see if she lost the two bodyguards that her father instructed to follow her around for the day. Still, the old man was badgering her, finding ways to unintentionally irritate her day in and day out. She wondered if she actually found the heart to tell him to slow down on the whole attention thing, if he'd stand down for a while until she adjusted to his homecoming. She was a grown woman, for crying out loud. She breathed a sigh of relief when she watched her bodyguards still trying to part the crowd, still holding the numerous amount of shopping bags she had acquired over the span of the last hour. At least, they were good for something. Valerie smirked, glad she finally had time to herself. These trips to the mall were a slight getaway from work -- don't get her wrong, she actually loves teaching her little brats, but since her father's return from his life as a Mafioso, these trips were more like hide-and-seek -- " Hello! Do you need any help?" The blonde woman jumped as she met face to face with a saleswoman, her lips seemingly twisted into a permanent fake smile. With her nose scrunched in disgust at the perfume radiating from the saleswoman, Valerie gave a quick shake of her head, hightailing it out of there even though the lady offered to show her the newest styles in the womens' section. Tired and quite cranky, Valerie allowed the flow of the crowd take her to the direction of the Food Court. She wasn't able to eat in peace ever since her bodyguards went on duty, and now was the perfect opportunity. [/classy][classy=precop]» TAGS: REITO » NOTES: -shotshotshot- [/classy][classy=cop] SIMPLE TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/classy] |
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Post by Reito Mimura on Apr 15, 2012 4:47:16 GMT -5
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[atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317] | [atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Reito, to say the least, wasn't having the best of days. It was just two nights ago, or more like yesterday morning, did he wake up in the counter of a night club, with swirls on his face, knocked unconscious by a girl who had, or at least, he suspected, drugged his drink. It should have happened while he was too distracted cleaning his shirt. If that was the case, she was one fast and sneaky bugger, wasn't she? Nonetheless, it was a memory that Reito was not exactly proud of, but kept in his head nonetheless. That girl with green hair shouldn't be so hard to find, right?
There he was, anyway, sitting upon the edge of the food court, leaning against the chair. His left arm hung lifelessly by his side, his right arm resting against the table, with his fingers coiled around the handle of a porcelain cup of coffee. He sighed, allowing the memory of that night to replay in his head, before he brought the coffee up to his lips.
It wasn't long, however, when Reito noticed something at the corner of his lips, right over the edge of the railing of the second floor. Despite the crowd, everyone here had the single intention of enjoying themselves within the bustle and hustle. However, when there was a disturbance, such as two well-dressed men carrying shopping bags and forcing their way through crowds, of course it would attract a bit of attention. Reito lowered his cup of coffee, having drank a good sip of it, as he stared towards the scene's direction. It was on the opposite side of the floor, across the opening that allowed one to look down at the first floor.
Well, what was this about? Who were they working for? While everyone's eyes were on the two bodyguards, though, Reito's hazel hues would spot another rather interesting sight. A young blonde, rushing out of a store that the two bodyguards had just walked past. He gave an amused pout of his lips, his attention now upon this blonde. Well, her beautiful looks may have played a part in it, but Reito was more curious as to her significance to those two men from earlier.
He drank another sip off his coffee, watching as the blonde made her way towards his direction, or specifically, the food court's. She was definitely important, if she had well-dressed men like those following her. A criminal? Possibly, but the shopping bags of recognisable female stores the guards carried somewhat argued that possibility, didn't it? Was she perhaps the daughter of someone famous? Those kind of people tended to enjoy a taste of freedom sometimes, right? Not that Reito knew, but that was generally how it was in novels and movies. Who's to say it can't apply here?
Nonetheless, Reito was curious. Who was she, really?
And so, when the blonde neared Reito, the young college student would speak up, just loud enough for her to hear.
"You know, if you're trying to hide from those two men, it would be perhaps a great idea to cover your hair with something. Blonde hair isn't really a common sight to see in a Japanese shopping mall." The boy's eyes, however, was placed upon his coffee, his left hand reaching up to pull a golfer hat off his own head, as he then proceeded to place it on the other side of the circular table he sat upon. It was her choice, then, whether she chose to sit with him and use the hat to aid in her, well, temporary escape.
you can't break the broken, TAGGED: valerie de celis
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Post by VALERIE DE CELIS on Apr 25, 2012 18:15:45 GMT -5
[newclass=body]overflow: auto; width: 345px; height: 275px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 5 0 0; margin-top: -20px;[/newclass][newclass=precop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px solid #000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000; margin: 5 0 1 0;[/newclass][newclass=cop]width: 350px; color: #000; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: 1px dashed #000; padding: 1 0 0 0; margin: 2 0 0 0;[/newclass] [classy=body] Was she in the mood for Italian or some Brazilian? Valerie's stomach rumbled as she sorted through her decisions, her hand rubbing its general area to quiet it down. Though she was caught up with making up her mind, a male's voice caused her to cut her journey to the line for Italian food short. He mentioned something about how blonde hair wasn't a common sight, but passing a handful of blonde-haired people earlier gave her her doubts. After scoping out the food court, however, Valerie would only be safe for a short while, since many of the people present didn't sport the blonde 'do. Valerie threw him a partially skeptical look. Naturally, she'd turn down the offer immediately, but it would be safer if she sat with this stranger and put on his -- perhaps, smelly -- hat. Her stomach growled loudly mid-thought, urging her to fall in line for food. Drowning in more decisions, a light shriek caught her attention; her two bodyguards, now in the food court, resorted to checking every blonde woman they could, probably getting tired of their game of hide and seek. The sight of the two men caused her to instantly drag the chair across from the male out noisily, plopping onto it as soon as she could. Stuffing as much hair as she could into the hat, Valerie also reversed her, thankfully, black jacket to hide white logo on the back and draped its hood over the hat he had provided. The game could only get more intense as her bodyguards neared their table, her chest heaving in relief when they carelessly passed by. Papa assigned the worst seekers. she thought with a triumphant smile. Slowly, Valerie reverted her jacket back to its original state, and removed the male's hat as she watched the men dive back into the main flow of the mall's attendants. But before she could reluctantly thank him for the temporary escape, a loud " There she is!" -- in Spanish, of course -- boomed from the direction the men had gone. Valerie froze in place until her gaze focused on her bodyguards, the idea of the two running towards them registering until one yelled " Stay where you are!". In her state of panic, she remembered the last time someone helped her "escape"; her father took in for questioning and she never saw them again. Somewhat concerned with what her father's idea of "questioning" was, she quickly turned to the male. "Look, you'll be in big trouble when they realize you've helped me escape. If you come with me, I swear I can get you out of this." she uttered nervously, but attempted to keep a serious expression. Using her peripheral vision to her advantage, she flipped their table as soon as the men got close, hoping it'd give them a chance to run away. If anything, the coffee on the table would give them just enough time to disappear in the crowd, right? [/classy][classy=precop]» TAGS: REITO. » NOTES: CANCER JESUS STRIKES AGAIN. [/classy][classy=cop] SIMPLE TEMPLATE BY CIPHER [/classy] |
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Post by Reito Mimura on Apr 26, 2012 5:38:05 GMT -5
[style=font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: -20px; color: #efefef]SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=width:175px; border: 3px solid #000000; height: 450px; float: left] [/style] [style=float: right; width: 293px; color: #efefef; background-color: #000000; height: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; margin-left: -2px; text-align: center; padding-top: 10px]who am i to disagree?[/style][style=float: right; width: 272px; color: #000000; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; font-family: helvetica; padding: 10px; margin-top: 1px; text-align: justify; border-left: 3px solid #000000; margin-left: -5px; height: 391px; overflow: auto; background-color: #efefef]Obviously, she would be skeptical. He was but a stranger, just another face in the shopping mall, here in the country of Japan. Another note was that he seemed to know what she was up to. For someone who was trying to blend in, someone who knew about it would be difficult to trust. Reito did not blame her, as he simply stared down at his coffee, though keeping a part of her, at least, in his peripherals. That was when the shriek came, and just like everyone else in the food court, the 19-year-old would raise his head, glancing up towards the source of the sound.
The two bodyguards had returned, and this time were scouring through the large food court, approaching anyone who had blonde hair. Well, it seemed that their presence had urged the woman to make a move, for she suddenly sat upon the chair opposite Reito and put on his golfer hat which, mind you, smelled considerably great. Reito was no bum.
Reito gazed upon her, before glancing over her shoulder, towards the two approaching bodyguards, who were too busy looking out for blondes to notice Reito's gaze. Besides, he was not the only one watching them now as well. Reito returned his gaze towards his coffee, as he took another sip off of it. It did not take long for the body guards to pass the pair, and Reito allowed a soft satisfied smile to come upon his face as they did.
That was another plan well executed, was it not?
The sound of clothes shuffling pushed Reito's eyes back to Valerie, as he watched her revert her clothing back to their original manner. As soon as she placed the hat back on the table, Reito would pick it up with his free hand, before placing it back on his head. And then, came the large foreign declaration. Reito's eyes would widen slightly, his smile fading away instantly as he looked over his shoulder.
And there, true enough, were the two bodyguards rushing towards their direction. Great.
"Look, you'll be in big trouble when they realize you've helped me escape. If you come with me, I swear I can get you out of this."
What now? Well, Reito had already gotten himself involved in this by helping her. Backing out now would perhaps prove to be quite a crucial mistake. Besides, from the way she spoke, it did not sound like something to be shrugged off. Reito furrowed his eyebrows. Who the hell was she? And then, the bodyguards came close, and she flipped the table towards their direction.
Reito leaned back as he watched in dismay his coffee being spilled into the air. Ah, hell. No time to worry about that. Kicking into action, he pushed off the chair and moved forward, grabbing Valerie's wrist before dragging her deeper into the food court.
Their best chance of escape? The kitchen. They should have an alternative exit somewhere, right? How else would they have been able to import their supplies in? Swerving in through the crowd of tables and using the patrons to their advantage, Reito led her towards the kitchen.
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A blonde woman darted in and out of the sea of mall rats, quickening her pace when she saw two full-suited men still hot on her tail. Bristling with irritation, Valerie ducked into the next shop she could squeeze into, a clothing store where the smell of perfume and cologne was slightly causing her to choke.
