Post by roto2 on May 27, 2012 0:51:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:b8c6d4; border: 2px solid #2E2E2E;][atrb=width,370,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #b8c6d4; float: left; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; background-image: url(http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z405/crimsonmadness/JIN%20KISARAGI/blazblue44.png);] [/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bolder; text-shadow: #0A0A0A -1px -2px 0px; font-size: 17pt; color: #acccea; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -17px;background-color:2E2E2E; border-top: 70px solid #2E2E2E; font-style: italic; padding: 3px;]please don't save me[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 7pt; color: #acccea; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 4px; margin-bottom: -16px; margin-left: 7px; margin-top: -15px; background-color: 2E2E2E; padding: 3px;border-top: 2px solid #b8c6d4;]I'm having far too much fun...[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;]“Quiet…it’s so quiet…” The soft moaning sounded through the room almost deafeningly loud to the ears of the speaker, and it was quite the understatement all things considered. Chishiki was presently home to medley of male life forms, young, frivolous, testosterone-driven individuals…and yet somehow the halls were utterly devoid of sound. How was this even possible – no, how was this permissible? Why were his precious humans being so compliant today on this chilly September afternoon? Could they actually be listening to their lessons like the studious peons their parents wanted them to be, engaging one another in idle conversation without digressing into rants over the most nonsensical topics? How dare they be so biddable! Didn’t they know they were supposed to entertain him? Their existence here was meant to see that Cecil was never bored? ‘There isn’t even anyone outside to watch,’ shooting the window a wistful glance, as if looking back at it for the tenth time would provide him with a few mischief makers to amuse himself with. Sunlight played across the space, cold autumn rays washing it with the false promise of warmth when there was none to be had. But no, the quad and fields were vacant due to the low temperatures meaning P.E was being held indoors until the weather improved. And he wasn’t banking on that particular scenario happening. With a disgruntled noise the blonde shifted in his seat, folding his arms across his desk in the Student Council room and resting his head on them. He didn’t have a class this period, which he’d thought would be a nice perk this year and while it had been a novelty it was proving to be an unwanted lapse of time. There was nothing for him to do! What little homework he’d been assigned had been finished without delay and even his admin duties had been completed, meaning Saku wasn’t going to have a conniption when he came to file it all away. But this left him with a goof forty-five minutes left and without a distraction it was becoming unbearable. “The least they could do was get into a fight or something…” he grunted with a longing glance at the door before finally shutting his eyes for fear that he might eventually get up and do something very un-Luka-like. No, he couldn’t cause waves – Luka was the golden boy, the model student and overachiever without being snobbish or cruel. He couldn’t ruin that. But then, what would he do? Cecil mused for a while more, thinking of his encounters and the students he’d chosen to interact with. Dustin Wood had been a rather dull subject choice but he’d prove interesting once he’d manage to get the boy to stop being so anxious. Oh and there was that Naoya kid, he’d yet to pull up his file but that would involve going to the teachers office and he’d rather avoid it while classes were still in session to avoid looking suspicious. Hm, what else? As he ran through the events in his head, his thoughts at some point began to drift farther and farther until eventually they stopped all together. The silence, the serene atmosphere, had a lulling affect on the boy and after a while his brain had simply switched off and soon enough he was fast asleep at his desk. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 7pt; color: #2E2E2E; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 2px; border-right: 2px solid #C4C4C4; margin: 7px;]tagged...open words...557 template by...rotoscope of btn [/style] |