Post by TANEMURA CHIHIRO on Aug 6, 2012 21:39:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ OUTTA MY WAY[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]I'M GOIN' SOMEWHERE, THIS IS NOT WHERE I WANNA BE. YOU CAN SAY WHAT YOU WANT, YOU CAN TELL ME I'M WRONG, LA DEE DA, LA DEE DEE.[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/5v510m.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] event. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 522. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] u-uhm. idk. something.[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] It's been awhile since she had arrived at the mixer. And it's also been awhile since she saw the two principals of the schools. ... Which was a lie, by the way. As a matter of fact, she had seen neither the Colonel nor the Mother Superior since the moment she arrived at the hotel. But why was that? Were they even present at all? Being a member of the student council, Chihiro knew small trivias and tidbits about their own principal but, she couldn't exactly say the same about the headmaster of the all boys school. Not that it was something mind boggling though, she supposed. After all, what was so difficult to guess when the subject was a member of the male gender, right? Her crimson eyes rolled as the belittling sneer that flickered across her features, faded. Glancing about her surroundings with her arms folded, the sixteen year old exhaled. The door of the lady's room closed behind her. Where was Fukunawa Makoto again? She pondered to herself, but let out a small snort under her breath. Let's just pretend she had lost her way and couldn't 'relocate' his whereabouts, shall we? It was much easier than trying to keep up with his idiotic social butterfly habits; the guy seriously just wanted to talk to everybody or something, to the point where even the sixteen year old didn't know how to keep up with it. Which was just fine with the redhead, in all honesty, as she was always more comfortable with doing things her own way. And right now, her mind was clearly wrapped around the real reason behind why the principals were nowhere to be found. It was almost like a mission from some sort of detective movie, really, and as a lover of all things dramatic, suspenseful, and suspicious, Chihiro was ready to take it on to herself to find out exactly what was going on. She stepped away from the front of the washroom, and quickly marched across the hall. She made a sharp turn to the right and down the corridor towards some of the more secluded areas of the hotel - where students were not necessarily allowed, so to speak. Hopping slightly and taking off her high heels so as to allow herself more freedom to move around, Chihiro used her other hand to bunch up the dress fabric on her other side. Not... a sound. Eyes narrowed, the sixteen year old continued to tiptoe down the corridor alone, silently, until the moment someone suddenly opened one of the doors and she dived behind the nearest decorative plant on instinct, almost tripping in the process but didn't dare to let out a yelp of pain when she came in contact with the floor in a less than graceful manner. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fucking. Hurt. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit- she cursed inside her head, wincing, but quickly flinched when she heard footsteps coming approaching her direction, not daring to move a muscle and not at all wanting to look over her shoulder to check if the other person had spotted her.[/style] |
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] [STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; color: #CFA6A1; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: #CFA6A1 1px dashed;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND (★)[/style] [STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 16px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◣[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 16px; color: #DB7367; margin-right: -3px;]◢[/style] |