Post by THOMAS C. FARRELL on Apr 11, 2012 19:02:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:6C2811;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: none[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 332[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: It's a start[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: none[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style] | [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc34/RyuHasigawa/Decorated%20images/1-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]The Weather Outside is Frightful[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #6C2811;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Let it Snow, Let it Snow.[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #6C2811;] What... is this white stuff? Thomas wondered to himself as he crunched through the town. It was a strange feeling to make so much noise when he took a step. The air was cold. The ground was cold. His nose was cold. Really, everything here needed to be heated by a fire or something. It was ridiculous, he'd never been so cold in his life. "Achoo!" With a great sniffle, he trudged on through the pass that lead to the village he'd set out for. Micqueot. The town of the client he'd been hired by. It seemed the client couldn't stand the weather here either and decided to up and move. Perhaps they just wanted the bodyguard to feel safe while they moved, perhaps they were running from something or someone. Really, it didn't matter. As long as there was Beli in his pocket by the end of this, the trip would be well worth it... That is, if he even made it there. His face was red and his forehead hurt with every pulsing throb. It was a nauseating feeling, one he hoped he'd never have to endure again. Despite having prepared for the worst, he hadn't expected things to be this bad. He was wrapped up in snow gear from head to toe minus gloves, but that was simply because he wouldn't be able to grasp his sword with those mittens on. Not that he could actually grasp anything now. He had made do with what he had, crossing his hands under his armpits, but they were still slowly freezing. "I-I-I hope M-Micqueot isn't-t-t-to far away." He grumbled to himself, his steel blue eyes fixed on the road before him, obscured by the flurrying falling snow on the evergreen trees that surrounded him. At least, he hoped he was on the road. The snow was so thick and freshly fallen that it was hard to tell where the road began and where there was none. Talk about a rough time. [/style] |