Post by PinkRose! on Jul 14, 2012 13:20:49 GMT -6
[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;]✖ SOMETIMES[/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;]LIFE IT TAKES YOU BY THE HAND. PULLS YOU DOWN BEFORE YOU KNOW IT IT'S GONE AND YOU'RE DEAD AGAIN. I'VE BEEN IN PLACES AND I WON'T PRETEND THAT I MADE IT OUT JUST TO FALL ON MY HEAD.[/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://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n519/kamurocho/Rin/59.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] open <3 [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 520 WORDS ^^ [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] I love these templates o3o [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] Most of the time, the blonde girl was dressed up in flamboyant outfits and crazy hairstyles. Occasionally she was dressed for sex appeal, but normally she was dressed for a cute lolita look for her fans. It was odd, or even a tad unnatural for her to be playing up the adorable considering most of the time she had on her skinny jeans and an t-shirt. Today it was black skinny jeans and a green t-shirt with bright yellow sneaks that happened to be sloppily tied on her feet. The one thing that she could relate to her stage personality was make-up. For some reason Heather had an obsession with makeup. Although today it was gently smoothed on, a tad bit of eyeliner and mascara. Nothing too crazy today. She rode on the subway in silence, pulling her sunglasses on over her eyes and praying that no one managed to see her. How many autographs would she have to sign today? The thought made her lower lip pucker out and her mood flicker between happiness and disappointment. It was true that she, at first, had basked in the attention that she got. After a month it became rather tiring though. Sure, she loved her fans to death. Sure, she thought they were amazing, but every once in awhile she liked to have some kind of break. Today was Heather's break, no matter what anyone said. She had trained for a week straight no stop, with no challengers yet to speak of the past week. As the first of the Elite Four, it was her job to smack them down before she got an earful about her failure from Mason. The subway train shuddered to a halt, almost sending her crashing into the man in front of her. Fortunately for her, she had decent footing and managed to stop before her face hit his shoulder. How embarrassing would that be? The very thought sent a blush crawling up her cheeks as she dismounted the subway. Putting a hand on her Roserade's Pokéball and her other on her hip, she strode out of the station and into the sunlight. The sun's rays were dazzling at first, making Heather's eyes squint shut until they adjusted. Simply put, she had never been one for staying underground too long. It was too... cramped and horrible. What a relief it was to be in the sunlight again. Heather would probably just fly back on her Tropius. Weaving through the crowds of people, she casually stopped by shop after shop to look at wares and listen to shop keeper banter. 'Come buy our items!' 'Guaranteed to make you look gorgeous!' This and that. Heather was almost exhausted just listening to them. She then stopped by a little shop just a few blocks from the station, pausing to look in the window. Newly hatched Pokémon sat in little pens, crying out in adorable manners and calling attention from any little girl in the entire city. Heather herself was almost yanked in as she pressed her hands and nose against the clean glass. "So cute..." [/style] |
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