DOUBTFUL ASPIRATION (OPEN)

[risa3]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa18/chrome96/graphics/icons/karneval/missfleur-glampop.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa18/chrome96/graphics/icons/karneval/missfleur-glampop.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS 720 ❚ TAGS open ❚ NOTES lol save her from boredom[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] With the wind blowing her tails backward, her nose crinkled for a moment. She could hear raised voices in the distance but the wind whipping past her ears was muffling it. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of many smells bombarding her. "Michiko!" She heard and suddenly she was touched. "Kya!" She yelled throwing her arms about everywhere. "Michiko! Please! It's dangerous up here!" A man was yelling and he looked to be fearing for his life. Michiko's eyes widened and blinked. She looked downward. She had been sitting on the roof of the castle. From perception, she could judge that it would be at least a ten-story fall to the bottom. "As your genetic parent, have some mercy on my nerves and come back down to the area where visitor's are allowed." The blonde man, with clenched fingers, was inching cautiously back to a ladder that had been propped up in order to get to her. "Father figure!" Michiko shouted quickly. "Do you want my help? I can-" She said as she tore across the roof but the blonde man raised a hand to her. "I'm perfectly able to get down on my own." He said shakily as if he knew exactly what would happen if he were to say anything in regards to needing help from Michiko. He adjusted his glasses quickly, regained his footing on the ladder after sliding toward the end of the roof and looked at Michiko. "What is it?" He blinked at her after seeing her posture change in his peripheral vision. "Nothing!" Michiko barked at him. The blonde man reacted with an eye twitch. "Period?" he asked her. "You know, it's perfectly normal, Michiko. We did design you with the ability to-" "Be quiet!" Michiko snapped. "No one needs to know I get a period!" She yelled and heard it echo from her high point on the castle. Her father's glasses drooped a bit on his face and as people below on the sight-seeing journey through the castle snickered below, Michiko's face twisted. "Now! No- Michiko!" he yelled to her and she took a step, plummeting from the roof and down a few stories to where the people were. "Ugh." Her father, Sasagawa, said out loud, already knowing what he had to do. Stones of the castle had moved from her weight when her feet hit them. "Who-" She groaned, with her head turned downward to the rock flooring. "WHO LAUGHED AT ME HAVING A PERIOD?!" She looked up at the group of people and suddenly her hair was raised and flipping like the snakes of medusa's head. The group that consisted mostly of tourist from other parts of japan with children in their midst were easily frightened. A historical guide tried to fend her off with a flashlight but Michiko easily bat it out of his hand. "Michiko!" A loud female voice was heard and a dark haired woman came rushing up to the scene. "Mother figure!" Michiko sparkled and behind her, Sasagawa came running from behind. "Sasagawa, did you see that fall?" Her mother began writing in a notebook and adjusting her glasses. "I didn't." Sasagawa sighed. "She didn't bounce at all like a rubber band. When she was smaller, remember that time?" Kuroiwa, her mother, kept writing and Michiko was stuck in the middle of the scientific conversation. "It must be a much slower rate for muscle atr-" Sasagawa noted to his female partner. "Or, it could be the results of that acid compound injection when she was five finally showing it's evidence. It could be conclusive but we'll have to run some tests." Kuroiwa nodded to her partner. "Where's..." "Michiko?" Both scientists blinked around them. She had slipped out from between them and jumped from the side again. She landed on one edge and then jumped down, yet again to a soft, green area of bushes. She landed less than delicately this time and sighed at her dwindling coolness factor as she laid sprawled out on a hedgerow. She stared at the sky with narrowed vision. The eighteen year old didn't wish for normality of any kind. She quite liked what she was capable of. But, did she have to be embarrassed of what was normal for her? Just because it wasn't exactly what people were used to. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[SHIRO RINGO]

[newclass=ooch]background-color: #eaeaea; margin: 5px; margin-top: 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #999999; padding: 3px; text-align: justify; [/newclass]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 110px; background-color: #dadada; border-top: 20px solid #181818; border-bottom: 20px solid #b22b2b;][style=width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px;][/style][classy=ooch]music -- Heartbeat Heartbreak from the Persona 4 OST[/classy] [classy=ooch]tags --Open[/classy] [classy=ooch]notes -- Alchemist meets Genetically modified Human...*takes out popcorn*.[/classy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-color: #eaeaea; border-bottom: 20px solid #181818; border-top: 20px solid #b22b2b;][style=background-color: #dadada; border: 1px dashed #c0c0c0; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; color: #7e7e7e; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Ringo opened the cabin back at his lab...and notice a disturbing lack of materials. He sighed. He was pretty sure he wouldn't need to go shopping for a long while now. Not to mention groceries. Sometimes he wondered if it was the brightest idea to move out of his home this year and try living on his own while improving his own talents in the field of alchemy. Ringo grabbed a nearby bag and started to place his gun, some bullets for the gun, and a grocery list. This was going to be a long day...Ringo could feel it. This was a terrible idea. Ringo knew shopping around here wasn't a good idea but he can't exactly be picky. He wasn't even sure bringing ten shots was going to be enough in this "expedition". If there was anything the south district was good at, it was having rare things. Ringo might not be all too fond of the district...but it was unfortunately a common last resort....though Ringo does wonder if he really will find dark colored coral around here. Why must the local market places everywhere else run out of such materials! Then again in Ringo's past experience it was much easier just forging the mountains but...sometimes it wasn't always a successful expedition. If Ringo knew one thing...it was that everything was worse with bears. Ringo continued to walk through the district. He wasn't wearing anything too flashy. Just a black t-shirt and jeans. The only reason anyone would want to mug Ringo is because he was carrying a dark blue carry on bag. He quickly dug through the bag and looked left and right and drew out a grocery list of sorts. He honestly wished the recipes he tried weren't so complicated but he can't get better if he didn't try new things correct? "Now...let's see...I should have some of these already. Creating a unique supplement shouldn't be this difficult. Seesh, why do some alchemical substances have to be made off of some type of..." Crash Before Ringo could finish his own little tangent he heard the faint sound of someone landing on a bush, Ringo put down his grocery list and quick drew his gun, the barrel pointed upwards. He looked back and stepped backwards a bit and raised an eyebrow. This was...unique...before Ringo, and crashed into a bush is a girl with long blond hair arranged in pig tails. The girl was looking at the sky, not really paying much attention to Ringo. He sighed in relief and placed the gun away. "Are you alright?" Ringo stretched out his hand toward her, the bag pushed aside a little so that Ringo will have a much easier time giving the girl a lift. He wondered what a girl was doing in a place like this but she might've just been lost right?

brought to you by zetta