Post by Memento Mori † on Sept 18, 2012 4:28:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #731d1d; border-radius: 8px 0px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 0px 0px 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 128px; color: #EDEDED; line-height: 30px; text-transform: uppercase;] J[/style] | [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #731d1d; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]ust shoot for the stars If it [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ feels right and aim for my heart If you feel like and take me away and make it OK I swear I'll behave You wanted control so we waited I put on a show Now I make it you say I'm a kid my ego is big I don't give a shit and it goes like this ❞ [/style] |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #731d1d 8px solid;] █ “You look like a carp sucking on a lemon.” The Egyptian female was minding her own business dabbing a bit of lip-gloss onto her already glossy strawberry pink lips. Amunet was checking her reflection within her compact before she overheard the snide remark a notorious blonde sitting in the desk beside hers made. Her deep dark eyes narrowed before shutting her compact with a subtle passive aggression placing it daintily on the surface of her desk. A pair of lethargic blue orbs bore into her own riled up pair the instant she twirled around to face Vivien. A tiny pout graced her features trying her hardest not to scoff at his newest attempt at grating her nerves. Did he like appoint himself to make her homeroom class every bit dreadful for the auburn haired cheer-captain? He certainly knew how to sour a good start of the day. “And you look like you got eaten by a hippopotamus and came out the wrong end,” Amu flipped her hair over her shoulder. Her fellow classmate did not restrain himself from rolling his eyes at her retort. She honestly didn’t understand why he harried her with such horrible comments when she didn’t even give him any reason whatsoever to do such a thing. Was it too much to leave her alone? Every time he opened his mouth she had to use all of her will-power to resist cringing at every morsel of displeasure he brought upon the start of what would be a beautiful day at a beautiful school in her beautiful warm sunny skies. She highly doubted he could manage to say anything nice to a woman without it coming out vulgar. She’d never once heard a single compliment without some acidic undertone beneath come out of his mouth. Has he ever managed to sincerely court a girl properly. Pffft, what was she thinking? That would be the day he catches some rare disease. "Very romantic, Neph, I felt it right from the heart. Did you use that line on Sanada?" The cheerleader internally flinched at that stab sending a heated glare back over to the exasperating male. That boy didn’t have a heart to feel even the bitterest of insults thrown at him! She would have all of her perfectly manicured nails broken before ever saying such awful things to the basketball team captain. Sanada-kun was a far more respectable guy than De Luca would ever be in a million years! Vivien mused over how easy she made it for him to get in her hair–figuratively speaking of course–as she huffed her cheeks. While he couldn’t stand her company the princess-wannabe knew how to make homeroom entertaining. He meant that by trolling her with all sorts of taunts, and insults just to see what she could come up with. They tended to be funny but nonetheless pathetic. She grumbled something in her middle eastern native tongue before turning her attention away with an hmph. It wasn’t like he was looking for her attention to begin with anyhow. It was her fault for having the nerve to look over when he threw his comment out into the open. The nerve to cop-up an attitude when things didn’t go her way or nobody was paying her a lick worth of attention. She stared out the window, mood soured, unable to feel the comforting warmth of the sunlight illuminate her features. It was boys like Vivien that made it difficult to believe that decent men exist in the world. What was the problem with admiring Sanada? He’d been nothing short of kind to her every time she’s had the delight of encountering him whenever she could. “Oi, woman,” the blonde demanded. Her brows furrowed slightly this time ignoring the boy’s orders. She had just about enough of him for one classroom period. She heard him sigh away from her sight. Amu didn’t ignore him for long before sliding her head slightly to take a glimpse of what he wanted. In the middle of the process she jerked her head taken back with the sudden lack of personal space between them. His face only a slither of an inch apart from hers. His dull eyes looking back at her own as she tensed up slightly caught between the rim of the windowsill, her desk and Vivien blocking her only way out of her desk. He lifted his palm up grasping her chin rubbing his thumb against the curve that formed her lower lip. “You had lip-gloss on your chin, idiot.” With that said, he pulled his hand away wiping away the gloss from his thumb sitting back regularly in his chair. Amunet blinked a couple of times blankly. "... is this the part where I'm supposed to thank you?" She quickly shifted her gaze away not wanting to show her flushed face towards the dumb boy. Was that supposed to be a gesture of kindness? Still, his hand was warm when he brushed his thumb against her skin, despite how light the contact was. Restlessness becoming her virtue she quickly rose up from her desk excusing herself to go to the powder room. He watched as she departed from the classroom before looking back at his hand wondering what exactly compelled him to do that. The girl had so many flaws about her he found it funny how easy it was to pluck each and every one out. Couldn’t even put on lip-gloss on her lips without making a mess on her face. Yet the faint trace of the strawberry fragrance still penetrated his nose. The only sweet thing he ever took a breath of that came off of the girl's being. Soon enough his hands were occupied with his hand-held game console. Yet that fading fragrance still remained in the back of his mind. Yeah, it was all her fault for just existing. He wasn’t sure what was worse, having her physically there sending him those abhorrent looks he could easily brush aside, or being left alone with just the evanescent traces left behind.[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1101.photobucket.com/albums/g439/dezerare/Kujikawa%20Rise/66.gif); border-radius: 5px; border: #731d1d solid 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/EuY9S.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #731d1d solid 10px; margin-top: 15px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;] █ TAGS Amunet Nephthys & Vivien De Luca █ NOTES Muse has been hurting again. Sorry if this is OOC, and all over the place. I fail so hard. ide... T.T [/style] |
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