Post by Doll on Dec 21, 2011 1:33:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z418/Shiarwlba/texture_blue_by_lockhearts.jpg); border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #666666, bTable][style=font-family: times new roman; text-align: right; color: #00688B; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: -10px; padding: 5px 30px 1px 5px;]Forgive…[/style][style=font-family: times new roman; text-align: right; color: #00688B; letting-spacing: 1px; line-height: 5px; padding: 0px 15px 5px 0px;]… I won't forgive you...[/style][style=float: right; width: 270; padding: 10px; height: 310px; overflow: auto; background-color: #9FB6CD; opacity: 0.6; border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #FFFFFF; font: 12px charlesworth; color: #000033; text-align: justify;] Name: Anna Curtis Alias: Doll; Freckles Age: 15 Species: Human Occupation: a First Tier performer in the Noah's Ark Circus; worked as a tightrope walker. Timeline: Post-"That Butler, Accomplishment" Example Roleplay: I killed them, Smile said. She'd seen a crazy man on the street, and Smile wasn't crazy. But.… but his eyes. They were a little like looking down one of those wells (there was one behind the workhouse) where you could drop a stone in and it would fall forever and ever and you'd never hear it hit bottom. There was nothing behind them and… and… what happened to his… I killed them. Black was smiling gently at her. He looked like Joker when they would all sit together as a family and-- Because you're our cute little sister. Her knees trembled and words tumbled from her mouth. "I won't forgive!" she heard herself say, and it was like listening through bathwater. She reached for her knife. Our Little Sister, Joker's phantom voice said. We're a family. Killing someone, she thought as she stumbled upright and lunged forward, was a little like walking the tightrope. The world slowed, until all you could see was the platform ahead, so far away like a light at the end of a long night of dreamless sleep, and the only thing you could feel was the empty air and the -- the solid rock -- the wire beneath your toes, and all you could hear was the -- crackling of fire -- the silence of the people a million miles -- just a few feet, because that was where Joker -- below you as you took another step... Sebastian. Referral: Helia Fairfield, aka Me.[/style][style=float: left;]    [/style] |
| [atrb=style, height: 80px; overflow: auto; border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #00688B; font-family: times new roman; color: #00688B; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]TAG,~ ~ ~ LYRIC,"Wings"; C. David Hay NOTES,~ ~ ~ WORDS,~~~ CREDIT,made by LUCI of OTE. steal & die. |
