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| usagi | Jan 25 2009, 03:00 PM Post #1 |
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If you would like to RP out your character shipping or receiving mail packages, this is the place to post. Also, a quick guide on Mailbox making: Mailbox Format: Mailbox #??? <-- use the same number as your Housing Number. Character name. For Example: A character, Cole MacFarland, lives in Turquoise Avenue 07. The member would make a mailbox as such: Mailbox #007 Cole MacFarland ** If your character lives on a Farm then make their mailbox there! If your character is currently staying at the INN than put: Mailbox for Room ##. |
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| usagi | Jan 27 2009, 08:34 PM Post #2 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#00001C style="border:1px solid #00001C;"> <tr> <td background=http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/cole.png height=300> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font face="BlackChancery,Baskerville Old Face" color=908EB1 size=2> [align=center]Third Times The Charm<br> characters involved: Cole & Amaya<br>[/align] <br> Winter 29th | YR05<br> Thursday, 1:30PM <br> <br> <br> Cole was becoming rather impatient with the entire ordeal. It could clearly be stated by the man that he wanted it over, now, not tomorrow or within the week. Of course, it wasn’t simply that easy a situation to deal with and the letter he’d sent through the mail had to go through at least two people, of that he was sure. How many other stops it would have along the way, even Cole did not know. He didn’t doubt the man he had handed this situation onto, for Cole had entrusted him with the task because he knew there was no better. <br><br> And yet, he was still impatient. He wanted the thread done and gone, he wanted the news that the entire ordeal had been taken care of. He’d gotten a letter today, but it wasn’t exactly the news he had been hoping to read. It was affirmative, of course, stated curtly and in a single sentence that made perfect sense to him but would be merely gibberish to anyone else who happened to glance its way. It was a note stating that his letter had reached its ending point, and those who were supposed to have it now held it within their hands. <br><br> Now came the waiting game, for which Cole had no doubt he’d be the victor of. Still, the wait was what annoyed him and played with his patience. Especially since he shouldn’t have been in this damned situation in the first place, although that threat would soon be taken care of as well. Cole shook his head lightly to rid himself of his thoughts and casually tucked the opened envelope into one of his pants pocket. <br><br> It had almost been a week since he’d promised Ophelia that visit. Leaning back against the counter, he massaged his temple for a moment and closed his eyes. Did she think he hadn’t been true to his word? No, he mused. She’d wait forever, or decide he was taking too long and swap their roles. Perhaps it was good, then, if he avoided the house today. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| jinx | Jan 27 2009, 09:06 PM Post #3 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=300 bgcolor=#FFFFFF style="border:5px solid #A33E50;"> <tr> <td bgcolor=#FAC1CE> <br><br><br>Finally. Amaya was rather pleased to proclaim that she had a house. No longer would she be cooped up within an inn. After a few months of waiting, Amaya had finally gotten her house. Perhaps the reason she had waited so long was out of a bit of fear. She knew that it wouldn't be anything like the grand scale mansion she had back in Tokyo. No, it'd be much different. No maids to do her bidding, no cooks to bring her food, none of that. She was offically on her own, and it was a big step for her to make. Now that she had made it, though, she felt more or less excited rather than fearful. This was kind of her sense of closure. She was free from her past now. <br><br> Of course, not everything was completed. There was still the matter of registering in her new home number at the post office. Recieving mail was pretty important, after all, and considering that she planned on living here for good now, it'd probably be a safe bet that the ability to send out and recieve mail would be handy. Thus, Amaya had made her way out of her new home and to the post office in question. <br><br> It was coming toward the end of of the winter season, to Amaya's joy. She hated having to put on multiple layers of clothing, though all she really seemed to layer was a simple black coat over her outfit, which of course, was not your usual shirt-and-jeans combo. Such simple outfits were never Amaya's taste. Instead, she wore a button down white shirt, with a few of the top buttons undone of course, black pants that seemed fitted to her very figure, and then matching black boots with obnoxiously long heels. Overall, most would've probably assumed she was ready to model for some designer's winter collection rather than head to the post office, but that was just Amaya for you. <br><br> After entering the building, Amaya looked around for the place where she'd register her house number. Her eyes fell upon a rather familiar face leaning against the counter, and almost automatically a smile formed on her lips. Cole was here? Automatically she made her way over to the counter, looking for someone to take care of getting everything finished for her. All the while her eyes kept glancing over at Cole. <br><br> "You and I are making a habit of running into eachother," she said with a smile, though her eyes were wandering behind the counter. It was rather obvious that she was speaking to Cole. "Not that I'm complaining." <br><br> She then spoke again, not able to keep her eyes away from the familiar face for long. Her excitement was probably obvious by the way all her features seemed to light up, but she tried her best to remain calm, cool, and focued. "I have a house now. Much roomier than the inn, I will admit," she explained, leaning her own weight against the counter. Then she moved herself closer to Cole, the classic wicked grin flashing across her face. "You should visit once everything is situated." </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| usagi | Feb 2 2009, 05:39 PM Post #4 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#00001C style="border:1px solid #00001C;"> <tr> <td background=http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/cole.png height=300> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font face="BlackChancery,Baskerville Old Face" color=908EB1 size=2> “You and I are making a habit of running into each other,” An all too familiar voice remarked, next to him. Even before Cole opened his eyes, his lips twitched in amusement. He turned his head and glanced over at her, watching as she took a moment to bring her own gaze on him. <br><br> “I have a house now.” She explained to him, and while her tone was calm and composed as ever, he could see the light of excitement dancing beneath her eyes. “Much roomier than the inn, I will admit.” <br><br> “I do not doubt,” Cole replied as he pushed himself off the counter, and silently wondered what in the world had taken her so long to move out of the inn and into a house. She copied his motion, and moved toward him, giving him that wicked, tempting look she enjoyed so much. <br><br> “You should visit once everything is situated.” She told him playfully. <br><br> “It would be interesting to see what kind of décor you’ve chosen to lavish your house in,” He replied, and he was surprised that he found himself rather serious. He was curious to see what her house would look like, in despite of himself. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Venom | Dec 3 2009, 01:05 AM Post #5 |
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Being a bullying jerkass is my sole legacy
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=26 cellspacing=0 width=400 bgcolor="A30000" style="border:0px solid #000000;"> <tr> <td> [align=center] <br>Thoughtful<br> [size0]Summer one-zero, Year seven. 14:15PM[/align] <br><br> Sighing, Ty pushed open the doors to the post office and walked inside. He was clutching an envelope in his left hand, and occasionally would glance down, almost as if he were checking to see that it was still there. Which he was. Ty knew he couldn't afford to lose, or damage, this letter at all. Doing that would mean he'd need to rewrite the entire thing! <Br><Br> Scratching idly at his chest as he waited in the lineup, he casually observed the people that were also, like him, just standing there. Plenty of people liked to mail letters, it seemed. Then again, with phones being so scarce nowadays, it didn't really surprise Ty. He found himself wondering, absently, where all these letters were going. Who they were being sent to. <Br><Br> Then, deciding it was none of his business, he redirected his attention out a nearby window and watched people as they passed by. </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm72/insane-in-shadows/TysonTab.png" height="300"> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Ammy | Nov 16 2010, 06:44 PM Post #6 |
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="400" width="500" background="http://i56.tinypic.com/efnp78.jpg"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:220px; height:340px; right:2px; left:260px; top:10px; bottom:-7px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> <span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> [align=right] <br>Autumn 23rd, Year 08<br> around 8:00 a.m.<br> outfit [/align]<br><br> She still couldn't figure out why she was doing this. She could very well burn the letter she grasped in her hands, and never let it reach the two people it was meant for. After all, there was lighter in her back pocket at this moment. All it would take was a flick of the lighter and the paper would go up in flames, saving Helena conflicted emotions that she wasn't sure she was up to facing at the moment.<br><br> Yes, that would make everything a lot easier, wouldn't it?<br><br> The letter wasn't even that well-written, hastily scratched out the night before on a whim. Her penmanship was horrid, and her father would read it and wonder what his daughter had done with herself. She wondered if it was even coherent. Helena shook her head, stuffing the letter in an envelope and sticking a great number of stamps in the corner. It had a long way to go, all the way across the ocean.<br><br> Helena stared at the envelope. Well, there was no going back now. That would be a couple of G in stamps down the drain, if she burnt it now. Curse her and her middle-class miserliness. She handed it to the woman in the window, letting go of the letter with a great sense of doom. Like she had just handed in her death certificate, even if she knew it was simply her being over-dramatic.<br><br> They were her parents, and she loved them. That was all there was to it.<br><br> She nodded, more to confirm this to herself than to anyone else, hurrying out of the post office without further ado.<br><br> [<span style='font-family:georgia'>Dear Mother and Father,<br><br> It's been a while since I have written to you, I know. So it was likely a great surprise when the postman delivered this to your door. I confess, I have so much to tell you, I don't even know where or how to begin. I am now living in the small town of Obsidian. It's situated in a group of islands called Ocean of Stars, near North America. The island is small, so, Father, dig out those giant atlases you always loved to have an excuse to use. They're bound to be in there.<br><br> I have been living here for about a year, now. It's certainly an interesting island. The locals worship this figure called the Harvest Goddess, a nature spirit, I think. There's not even an church on the island, so I haven't been going recently. All sorts of odd things go on around here, crystal forests and a glade where it is always springtime just a number of bizarre landmarks.<br><br> But, to be perfectly honest, I miss England, and I miss the both of you. I miss your books, Father, and how you actually read and are happy to discuss them with me. I'm always surprised by how few people read nowadays. Mother, I can't cook, and one of your chocolate cakes sounds like heaven as I write this. I simply wish I had the means to visit, money is tight, and the conversion rate is a nightmare.<br><br> I could write pages and pages to you, but everything I write comes off as lifeless. I was never the writer you are, Father. I'll write again soon.<br><br> [align=right]Love, Helena<br> XOXO][/align] </span></span> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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