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Post by Sheeka Rithan on Jul 3, 2012 20:42:37 GMT -5
| [cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: #121212; width: 500px; height: 45px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #467B94; margin-top: -20px;]DUSK LAMENT[/style] [style= background-color: #121212; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #FFFFFF; margin-top: -30;]NIGHT BRINGS PAINFUL TEARS AND TWILIGHT STARS[/style] | | [atrb=style,background: #212121; width: 150px; height: 400px; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94][style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/c0SALs.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topright: 40px; -o-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-topright: 40px;] [/style] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Jr0v1s.jpg);] [/style] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6QBZ2s.jpg); -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomright: 40px;] [/style] | [rs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212] [style=margin-left: 10; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94; height: 460px; width: 300; overflow:auto; background-color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #FFFFFF; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px;]
Honestly. Build-A-Bear was the best freakin' store out there. You made your own stuffed animal! It cost a little bit of money, but Sheeka was perfectly fine with not dressing them up. Besides, his father sent him some allowance to keep him going. You know, for food and living expenses...a lot of it went for that, but a bunch of it went towards fueling his love for the cute.
He'd bought some more sewing needles and thread, since one of his older toys had gotten a tear in it and he was going to sew it back, good as new. He was the stuffed animal doctor, to be honest. He'd learned how to sew after his step mother had started attacking his stuffed animals. After many poked fingers later, he could sew with the best.
His new stuffed animal was this cute little lion-stuffed animal. It was cute. Really cute. Super cute. After paying for the animal and putting it all together right there, Sheeka gathered up his shopping bags from his food hunt to restock his fridge - he really hadn't meant to get distracted by stuffed animals. But. but...he couldn't help it! A new stuffed animal always made him feel better, especially after the recent incident involving his mare ring and the inazumas.
He'd felt bad about what happened to Raitaro's siblings with that terrible illusionist - the only thing he liked about that guy was the fact he made his Sheeka illusion slightly too tall - so he'd sacrificed one of his stuffed animals to give to Raitaro's sister. Girls liked cute things, right? He was just replacing that lost animal now.
He only had a small bag of stuff, filled with ramen noodles and easily-made food. Sheeka didn't have the time to cook, well he did, he just didn't want to cook. His free hand was wrapped quite happily around his new lion cub stuffed animal. The girl who had been behind the register as he left muttered to herself about how cute a boy with a thing for stuffed animals was, despite the fact it was a girly kind of thing.
Oh well. He was simply in touch with his feminine side?
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Post by Shiruba Yukimura on Jul 3, 2012 21:23:37 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/5szyS.jpg); border 3px dotted #000033, btable]The voice of the wind sheds drops of light onto you as you doze off [style=font: italic normal 9px helvetica; color: #000033; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.4em #c2a5a0]I won't forget your kind smile, or your eyes hidden with sorrow
[style=font: italic normal 9px helvetica; color: #000033; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.4em #c2a5a0; text-align: right]Even if I lose you, I'll get you back. I will never leave you | [atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #333366; border: 2px dashed #99FFFF; color: #99CCFF]Let's see... Daikon? Check. Parsnips? Check. Tofu? Check. Carrots? Check. The small, silver-haired girl poked around in her bag, making sure to glance around here and there as she walked down the street, heading back toward the residential district in which she lived. It was her turn to cook, and to be quite honest, she was looking forward to it. She loved it when her brother and sister fought over who got seconds. It meant that she did a good job.
She never used to be a good cook, but then their father passed away when the girls were fourteen years of age. Her brother, having been sixteen, tried his best to support his sisters, but his cooking skills... they had much to be desired. However, the two girls were willing to do what they could. Now if only she could make something good.
She lifted her head as she rounded a corner, only to have to stop in her tracks and jump back a bit, clearly a bit surprised as she nearly ran completely with a boy... who was holding a stuffed lion toy? She found herself staring at the toy for a minute or two and then slowly, very slowly, turned her eyes up to look at the boy before she flushed quite sheepishly. "Oh, um... Sorry... I wasn't looking where I was going..." she mumbled, fidgeting nervously before she bowed politely. "Sorry!" It didn't even matter if she had done anything wrong. She apologized anyway. It was only polite to do so, right? | [atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #333366; border: 2px dashed #99FFFF; color: #99CCFF]tags; Sheeka, open
notes; Sheeka's adorbs, ffff--
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Post by Sheeka Rithan on Jul 4, 2012 10:31:45 GMT -5
| [cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: #121212; width: 500px; height: 45px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #467B94; margin-top: -20px;]DUSK LAMENT[/style] [style= background-color: #121212; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #FFFFFF; margin-top: -30;]NIGHT BRINGS PAINFUL TEARS AND TWILIGHT STARS[/style] | | [atrb=style,background: #212121; width: 150px; height: 400px; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94][style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/c0SALs.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topright: 40px; -o-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-topright: 40px;] [/style] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Jr0v1s.jpg);] [/style] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6QBZ2s.jpg); -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomright: 40px;] [/style] | [rs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212] [style=margin-left: 10; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94; height: 460px; width: 300; overflow:auto; background-color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #FFFFFF; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px;]
Sheeka still felt guilty about the whole recent incident involving his family. It was just how he was, he'd probably never be able to get over it until somebody tried to smack it out of his head. It was a part of his personality that was incredibly detrimental to who he was. Nobody had helped him cope with his mother's death, father's announcement that it was his fault and then four years of being reminded of that fact...and it was because of those years, when he felt that something was his fault...it really was his fault.
His new stuffed animal wasn't just to replace a lost one, but simply to make him feel better. He didn't just like them because they were cute. There were a lot of reasons he liked them. They didn't judge, there was simply there...they were innocent. In a way, they were almost a replacement for his mother in a sense. It was after her death that he'd begun to hoard them a little bit. In a way, they were his therapy in coping with things that happened.
He sighed, wondering what he was going to do now. He walked upon thin ice when entering the dojo, a testament to how much what had happened was still bothering him. He should have simply returned, explained and then hunted down the culprits. In his panic though...he'd made a mistake. Now he was just worried they hated him. It was lost in his thoughts as he turned a corner that nearly made him run into a girl.
"Oh, um... Sorry... I wasn't looking where I was going..." |
[/i] Sheeka shook his head, sending all negative thoughts out of it for the time being. No need to be rude because he was feeling a bit down, right? "Ah. It's my fault, I'm sorry. I should pay attention to where I'm going too," he stated, noticing the eyes on his stuffed lion. "Eh? It's cute, right?" he chirped cheerfully. "My name is Sheeka, do you need help carrying those?" he asked, glancing down towards her bags. [/style][/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=style,background: #212121; width: 150px; height: 100px; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; padding: 2px 5px;][style=font-family: courier new; color: #FFFFFF; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10; text-transform: uppercase;]words || 345 tagged|| shiru notes || only shiru could perk Sheeka up so quickly...yes he's still sulking. xD;[/style][/td][/tr] [tr][td][cs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212; padding: 3px;][style=font-family: courier new; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;] made by aveon on btn[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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