Post by DIZZY on Nov 11, 2011 19:33:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background-color:#d7d8c5; padding:10px; height:400px] [STYLE=padding-top:10px; background-color:#d7d8c5; width:320px; border-bottom:8px solid #54524e; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center; line-height:14px; color:54524e;]SINGING SONGS FROM THE BALCONY AS THE CITY CRUMBLES [/style] [STYLE=background-color:#e4e6d1; width:308px; height:300px; font-size:10px; border:1px dotted #54524e; text-align:justify; padding:5px; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; color:#54524e] Mhazz wasn't used to a steady stream of food, wasn't used to a roof over her head, wasn't used to the infernal confines of staying in one place. Not that she didn't appreciate it, necessarily, when it came to benefits like this, this glorious, perfect place. The girl- scrawny, but filling in here and there, more lean muscle than bones with skin stretched taught, finally- slipped in as the door was closing, quick as can be, and cartwheeled to the counter, effectively skipping past a good three people who had decided to take the general pedestrian way and go with feet. Silly bitches, she mused, as they whined and grumbled and reordered themselves, and she wondered again why people so obviously aware of the Young Master's presence would expect anything less. It wasn't like villains needed to wait in line, probably. Mhazz would had been quite amused for that to have been her real reasoning, but mostly, she just wanted a goddamn hamburger. By the time she had ordered and it had been delivered to the table she staked out as her own she was rumbling with hunger, bouncing impatiently in her seat. She'd never liked sitting still, never liked closed off little rooms...and that was a good part of the reason she'd simply not attended her indoor classes today. Besides, they had her in The Advanced Art of Thievery while they were trying to figure out the parameters of her abilities. Apparently none of them were aware of the skills one gained when reduced to stealing for a living. The class was nothing short of a joke to the girl, and she simply couldn't be bothered to attend. She figured if anyone bitched, she could point out it was a little against their code to bitch at people for truancy in a school promoting villainy. So in the meantime she leaned back in her chair, balanced in a manner that would have been precarious for anyone else, twirling a knife between her fingers as she exhaled, watching the light play off the carefully cleaned blade, wrinkling her nose- because she was bored bored bored, and a bored supervillain in training could hardly be expected to stay out of trouble. But, she recalled, as the scent of cooking food reached her, trouble could wait until after food. [/style] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland | [STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; background-color:#d7d8c5; border-right:8px solid #54524e; padding:5px; float:left] [/style][STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#d7d8c5; border-right:8px solid #54524e; float:left; font-size:15px; font-family:georgia; color:#54524e; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:-2px; padding:5px]its open plz do join ~ [/style] |