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| TNG: Lingering Fears; Cameo Poli | Sila Fox | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 3 2012, 06:28 PM (617 Views) | |
| ShadowPopcorn | Sep 3 2012, 06:28 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml]<center><div style="font-family:times new roman; font-size:50px; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-5px; color:#990000; padding-bottom:5px; padding-top:15px; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;"> Cameo Poli </div><div style="font-family:courier new; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#333; padding-bottom:3px; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px; padding-top:3px;"> I'm Driven by Hate and Consumed by Fear, because I Know<br> ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE </div><div style="width:392px; height:10px; background-color:#333;"></div><div style="width:390px; border-right:1px dotted #000; border-left:1px dotted #000; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px;"><div style="width:370px; background-color:#f1f1f1; border:#ddd 1px solid; padding:5px;"><center><table><tr><td valign="top"> <div style="width:150px; height:300px; background-image:url(http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k417/Super_Shiney_Silver_Snake/TNG%20fcs/Cameotable3.jpg);"></div> <div style="padding-top:1px; width:150px; border-bottom:#000 1px dotted;"></div><div style="width:130px; height:55px; background-color:#333; padding:10px; color:#fff; font-family:courier new; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; overflow:auto;"> Tag: Sila Fox<br> Time: 7:30pm<br> Date: Autumn 14th<br> Mood: Panicked<br> Wearing: Link<br> </div></td><td><div style="width:3px;"></div></td> <td valign="top"><div style="width:200px; height:365px; padding:5px; border:#ddd 1px solid; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; color:#000; line-height:99%; text-align:Justify; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;"> <br> He wasn't sure if it was his father or the images running through his mind that had caused him to run out of the house. He just knew he wanted to get out, needed to get out. Memories of being screamed at and beaten attacked him... triggered by a single slap from his current father. Mancuso had never hit him before. That was likely why the screaming and yelling never fazed him - physical violence had never come into it. <br><br> But today was different. They had been fighting. When weren't they fighting? But it was just getting worse and worse and today they had been stuck with each other the entire day. They were just sick of each other in general, snapping and snarling and quarreling since morning. The fight this evening had gotten particularly vicious and in his anger Mancuso had backhanded him rather harshly across the face. <br><br> After his initial shock had faded, out the door Cameo went. He didn't want to admit it, but... he was scared. More than scared, really, he was panicking. What if Mancuso turned into his what birth father was? The memories didn't help any, filling his head and feeding his fear. He felt like he couldn't breathe, breath coming in short, painful gasps, head pounding due to the lack of oxygen, which of course he needed more of from his running. <br><br> Finally he found himself on a farm. The Foxs' farm. The sun was low in the sky and Autumn leaves crunched under his feet as he hurried to their front door, slowing down so he wouldn't run into it. He raised his hand to knock but stopped. What if Vincent answered? He surely wouldn't let him speak to Sila. And he really, really needed to see Sila. He needed someone badly, he needed his friend. Vincent would probably just send him away. Gah, but Sila's room was on the second flooooooor... But it was worth a try. He needed her. <br><br> Moving to the corner of the building with a tower-styled room Cameo grabbed a small rock and tossed it toward one of the windows, careful not to throw it too hard. He didn't want to break her windows, after all. It was fortunate the windows were large. His hands were shaky and numb and his aim was far off. <br><br> Would she hear that? Would he need to throw another? Was she even in there? Oh god she wasn't in there, was she? He'd have to knock on the door. And with his luck she wouldn't be home. Oh please be home... Please, please He still felt like he couldn't breath, heart hammering and head swimming. He really, really hoped she was home and would talk to him... He just really needed a friend and maybe a place to hide right now... <br><br> </div></td> </tr></table></center></div> </div><div style="width:392px; height:30px; background-color:#333;"></div></center>[/dohtml] [align=center] [size0]made by marv @ atf[/align] |
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| Greek | Sep 3 2012, 07:12 PM Post #2 |
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CAN YOU GUESS MY SECRET?
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[dohtml][align=center] <div style="width:468;height:15px;background-color:#222;padding:5px;"> <div style="width:458px;height:25px;font-size:30px;font-family:antiqua, cursive; color:#eee;letter-spacing:15px;text-align:left;padding:4px;">Sila Fox</div> </div> <div style="width:458px;height:535px;background-color:#222;padding:10px;"> <div style="width:457px;height:225px;"> <div style="width:160px;height:220px;float:left;background-image: url(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h385/GreektheFox/Sila%20Fox/silapic2.png)"></div> <div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:20px;height:220px;background-color:#444;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:15px;height:220px;background-color:#777;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:10px;height:220px;background-color:#aaa;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:7px;height:220px;background-color:#ccc;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:10px;height:220px;background-color:#aaa;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:15px;height:220px;background-color:#777;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:20px;height:220px;background-color:#444;float:left;"></div> <div style="width:160px;height:220px;float:right;background-image: url(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h385/GreektheFox/Sila%20Fox/silapic1.png)"></div> </div> <div style="width:457px;height:42px;text-align:justify;color:#eee;font-size:9px;line-height:90%;border-top:5px solid;border-bottom:5px solid;border-color:#ccc;"> I been alone All the years So many ways to count the tears I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and the sun are gone Black as night Agony's torn at my heart too long So afraid Slip and I fall and I die I been alone Always down No one cared to stay around I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and the sun are gone Black as night Agony's torn at my heart too long So afraid Slip and I fall and I die ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ </div> <div style="width:200px;height:5px;"></div> <div style="width:447px;height:220px;background-color:#eee;padding:5px;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;color:#111;line-height:110%;"> <p> Change doesn't happen right away. <p> Sila figured as much. Her return home went great with her family, but the rest of the island? Not so much. People don't forget easily, and time has yet to heal the wound she left on her peers. Years of mockery and placing herself above the others had caught up to her. Her original goals were not only impossible, but left her feeling so empty it felt like nothing could feel the void. If it weren't for Cameo, and grandpa she wouldn't be here today. <p> The sun was starting to set, and Sila lay across her bed to stare out her window. She liked to watch the colors of the sky progress from a hazy light blue, to rustic red and orange and yellow and into dark blue. The whole time the sun was bright ball of warm yellow. Every sunset was so beautiful. She felt glad to be alive. <p> Though, tonight's sunset was different. Sila saw the rock hit her window, but it happened so fast, and for a moment she wasn't sure what she heard or saw. Curiosity got the best of her, however, and she got up to investigate. She flipped the latch and opened the windows out. She looked around and there, on the ground was Cameo. <p> "Cam-!" She almost shouted his name but caught herself in time. If father saw him, under her window no less, he would chase Cameo off for sure. Though, something was off about Cameo, and the red mark on his face soon became all too apparent. He was panting and looked so lost. Sila turned and glanced at her door, scared that her father or brother would pick this moment to walk in. She looked back at Cameo and mouthed: 'barn, go to the barn' Then rushed to grab her gray jacket and head out her room. The tricky part was leaving the house without rising suspicion. <p> She told her parents that she wanted to go look at the animals in the barn. Nothing unusual for her there, and it was the truth. Sorta. Father thought all boys were wild, sex-driven animals, and she was going to the barn to see a boy, so her story was true. With her cover story in place Sila was about to head out the door when she stopped, and doubled back to the kitchen. She placed a wrapped venison steak under her arm and left the house before anyone could notice. <p> Sila darted across the lawn to the barn, went inside and closed the door behind her to keep out any prying eyes. "Cameo?" She asked out loud, though, it was asked quietly, as if fearful her father could hear her all they way out here. Which he just might. </div> <div style="width:200px;height:5px;"></div> <div style="width:440px;height:10px;text-align:center;color:#eee;font-size:10px;line-height:90%;"> Cameo Poli is the person with me, it is the 14th of Autumn, and the time of moment is 7:30 pm <br /> What I wear is my own style and what I am feeling is curious and nervous </div> </div> [/align][/dohtml] |
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| ShadowPopcorn | Sep 3 2012, 07:52 PM Post #3 |
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Ocean of Stars' resident stalker
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[dohtml]<center><div style="font-family:times new roman; font-size:50px; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-5px; color:#990000; padding-bottom:5px; padding-top:15px; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;"> Cameo Poli </div><div style="font-family:courier new; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#333; padding-bottom:3px; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px; padding-top:3px;"> I'm Driven by Hate and Consumed by Fear, because I Know<br> ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE </div><div style="width:392px; height:10px; background-color:#333;"></div><div style="width:390px; border-right:1px dotted #000; border-left:1px dotted #000; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px;"><div style="width:370px; background-color:#f1f1f1; border:#ddd 1px solid; padding:5px;"><center><table><tr><td valign="top"> <div style="width:150px; height:300px; background-image:url(http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k417/Super_Shiney_Silver_Snake/TNG%20fcs/Cameotable3.jpg);"></div> <div style="padding-top:1px; width:150px; border-bottom:#000 1px dotted;"></div><div style="width:130px; height:55px; background-color:#333; padding:10px; color:#fff; font-family:courier new; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; overflow:auto;"> Tag: Sila Fox<br> Time: 7:30pm<br> Date: Autumn 14th<br> Mood: Panicked<br> Wearing: Link<br> </div></td><td><div style="width:3px;"></div></td> <td valign="top"><div style="width:200px; height:365px; padding:5px; border:#ddd 1px solid; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; color:#000; line-height:99%; text-align:Justify; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;"> <br> He was going to be found. He was going to get found and tossed off the property before he could talk to Sila, and then what would he do? Where would he go? He couldn't go home. No, nono, he wasn't about to go home. The thought seemed to restrict his breathing even further. More images rolled through his mind and he shuddered, bending down to find another rock. <br><br> But as he did he heard a click, looking up to see Sila's head poking out of the window. Oh thank god! he thought with relief. She was there... He watched as she mouthed something and it took him a moment to realize what it was she said. Nodding shakily the boy moved around the house to the barn. <br><br> He fumbled with the door as he opened and closed it as quietly as he could. His hands didn't want to work properly, trembling and slipping. He somehow managed, though, and stumbled to the darkest corner to sit. He pulled his knees up and folded his arms on top of them, laying his forehead on his arms. And now he waited. <br><br> It really wasn't all that long before Sila got there but to Cameo it seemed like forever. He jumped as he heard someone come into the building, pushing himself farther back into the corner. At the voice he relaxed, though. Or... partially, anyway, still very panicky. <br><br> "H...here... I'm here..." His voice was quiet and shaking, breathless. Now what? He didn't know what to say, what to do... or even how she could help. But he just... needed someone right then. Someone he trusted so that he could feel at least a little bit safer. <br><br> </div></td> </tr></table></center></div> </div><div style="width:392px; height:30px; background-color:#333;"></div></center>[/dohtml] [align=center] [size0]made by marv @ atf[/align] |
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| Greek | Sep 3 2012, 08:29 PM Post #4 |
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[dohtml][align=center] <div style="width:468;height:15px;background-color:#222;padding:5px;"> <div style="width:458px;height:25px;font-size:30px;font-family:antiqua, cursive; color:#eee;letter-spacing:15px;text-align:left;padding:4px;">Sila Fox</div> </div> <div style="width:458px;height:535px;background-color:#222;padding:10px;"> <div style="width:457px;height:225px;"> <div style="width:160px;height:220px;float:left;background-image: url(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h385/GreektheFox/Sila%20Fox/silapic2.png)"></div> <div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:20px;height:220px;background-color:#444;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:15px;height:220px;background-color:#777;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:10px;height:220px;background-color:#aaa;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:7px;height:220px;background-color:#ccc;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:10px;height:220px;background-color:#aaa;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:15px;height:220px;background-color:#777;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:20px;height:220px;background-color:#444;float:left;"></div><div style="width:160px;height:220px;float:right;background-image: url(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h385/GreektheFox/Sila%20Fox/silapic1.png)"></div></div><div style="width:457px;height:42px;text-align:justify;color:#eee;font-size:9px;line-height:90%;border-top:5px solid;border-bottom:5px solid;border-color:#ccc;"> I been alone All the years So many ways to count the tears I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and the sun are gone Black as night Agony's torn at my heart too long So afraid Slip and I fall and I die I been alone Always down No one cared to stay around I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and the sun are gone Black as night Agony's torn at my heart too long So afraid Slip and I fall and I die ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ </div> <div style="width:200px;height:5px;"></div> <div style="width:447px;height:220px;background-color:#eee;padding:5px;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;color:#111;line-height:110%;"> <p> Sila heard Cameo's response, but his voice was so shaky and weak. Something bad had happened, but what could shake him up- She remembered the mark on his face and things started to click into place. Did his father...? It was no time to wonder about these things, there was someone who needed her. Cameo had hid himself in the back of the barn, and she made her way over to him. "I'm here," She said and held out the steak. "Put this on your face to stop the swelling." <p> She sat next to him, and held back the questions she wanted to ask. Right now he needed support and comfort, and nothing was going to stop her from doing just that, not even her own curiosity. Right then she desperately wanted to hug him, to do something to show he'll be okay now. It was scary to see someone who was usually so cool and in control, shaking and weak. Though, she soon got tired of thinking, and started acting. Without thought Sila turned and hugged Cameo as hard as she could. <p> "You're safe now," She found herself saying. If her father found them now... no, she refused to think about that anymore. All that mattered now was helping Cameo, and making him feel safe. </div> <div style="width:200px;height:5px;"></div> <div style="width:440px;height:10px;text-align:center;color:#eee;font-size:10px;line-height:90%;"> Cameo Poli is the person with me, it is the 14th of Autumn, and the time of moment is 7:30 pm <br /> What I wear is my own style and what I am feeling is nervous and scared. </div></div>[/align][/dohtml] |
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| ShadowPopcorn | Sep 3 2012, 09:19 PM Post #5 |
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Ocean of Stars' resident stalker
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[dohtml]<center><div style="font-family:times new roman; font-size:50px; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-5px; color:#990000; padding-bottom:5px; padding-top:15px; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;"> Cameo Poli </div><div style="font-family:courier new; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#333; padding-bottom:3px; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px; padding-top:3px;"> I'm Driven by Hate and Consumed by Fear, because I Know<br> ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE </div><div style="width:392px; height:10px; background-color:#333;"></div><div style="width:390px; border-right:1px dotted #000; border-left:1px dotted #000; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px;"><div style="width:370px; background-color:#f1f1f1; border:#ddd 1px solid; padding:5px;"><center><table><tr><td valign="top"> <div style="width:150px; height:300px; background-image:url(http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k417/Super_Shiney_Silver_Snake/TNG%20fcs/Cameotable3.jpg);"></div> <div style="padding-top:1px; width:150px; border-bottom:#000 1px dotted;"></div><div style="width:130px; height:55px; background-color:#333; padding:10px; color:#fff; font-family:courier new; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; overflow:auto;"> Tag: Sila Fox<br> Time: 7:30pm<br> Date: Autumn 14th<br> Mood: Panicked, Starting to Calm<br> Wearing: Link<br> </div></td><td><div style="width:3px;"></div></td> <td valign="top"><div style="width:200px; height:365px; padding:5px; border:#ddd 1px solid; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; color:#000; line-height:99%; text-align:Justify; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;"> <br> Thank goodness. Cameo nodded, taking the steak in his trembling hand and laying it against his face. That felt good against the sting of the forming bruise. As Sila sat down, Cameo just stared ahead, mind in a whirl. He couldn't get the images out of his head. Pictures of his angry, sometimes drunken father swinging a fist or the nearest hard object at him. Sometimes that was whatever bottle the man may have been drinking from. <br><br> Sila hugged him and at first he tensed up, almost pushing her away. But he stopped himself. It was Sila. A friend. With a small, shuddering sigh he instead leaned into the hug, closing his eyes. He just sat and tried to breath and to calm his racing heart, listening to the pounding in his head. The hug was... actually rather comforting, despite the fact that he generally didn't like to be touched much. <br><br> He just sat in silence for a while, doing his best to try and calm down and sort of mentally clinging to the feeling of safety and comfort from his friend. The images refused to go away, however. <br><br> "...S...sorry to just... appear... w-without... saying anything... so late..." he mumbled. He felt for some reason that he'd done something wrong... Maybe not this, but he felt the need to apologize for something to someone. Might as well be someone he actually wouldn't mind apologizing to, even if it was a thing he rarely did. <br><br> </div></td> </tr></table></center></div> </div><div style="width:392px; height:30px; background-color:#333;"></div></center>[/dohtml] [align=center] [size0]made by marv @ atf[/align] |
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| Greek | Sep 3 2012, 10:12 PM Post #6 |
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[dohtml][align=center] <div style="width:468;height:15px;background-color:#222;padding:5px;"> <div style="width:458px;height:25px;font-size:30px;font-family:antiqua, cursive; color:#eee;letter-spacing:15px;text-align:left;padding:4px;">Sila Fox</div></div><div style="width:458px;height:535px;background-color:#222;padding:10px;"><div style="width:457px;height:225px;"><div style="width:160px;height:220px;float:left;background-image: url(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h385/GreektheFox/Sila%20Fox/silapic2.png)"></div> <div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:20px;height:220px;background-color:#444;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:15px;height:220px;background-color:#777;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:10px;height:220px;background-color:#aaa;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:7px;height:220px;background-color:#ccc;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:10px;height:220px;background-color:#aaa;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:15px;height:220px;background-color:#777;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:20px;height:220px;background-color:#444;float:left;"></div><div style="width:160px;height:220px;float:right;background-image: url(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h385/GreektheFox/Sila%20Fox/silapic1.png)"></div></div><div style="width:457px;height:42px;text-align:justify;color:#eee;font-size:9px;line-height:90%;border-top:5px solid;border-bottom:5px solid;border-color:#ccc;"> I been alone All the years So many ways to count the tears I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and the sun are gone Black as night Agony's torn at my heart too long So afraid Slip and I fall and I die I been alone Always down No one cared to stay around I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and the sun are gone Black as night Agony's torn at my heart too long So afraid Slip and I fall and I die ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ </div> <div style="width:200px;height:5px;"></div> <div style="width:447px;height:220px;background-color:#eee;padding:5px;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;color:#111;line-height:110%;"> <p> It occurred to her, far back in her mind, how odd it was for her to be hugging him. It still amazed her how they somehow managed to forge a friendship when they used to hate each other. Now, though, all she could think about was helping him. For a moment she had thought he would push her way, but he allowed her to continue, and that was good enough for her. It was the longest hug she ever gave someone, and she didn't mind that. <p> Cameo's heart was racing, and her's felt like it was racing too. Did his dad really hit him? She knew Mancusuo and Cameo fought a lot, but it never resulted in violence. But, who else could have hit Cameo and make him like this? She also knew, vaguely, about his biological father, and the things he did to Cameo. Is that what has him so shaken? All those memories? It was something she could only imagine, what it felt like to be hurt by a parent. Never has dad or mom hit her or Calcifer, and she didn't think they ever would. Even if mom was drunk she could never hurt them. <p> "I don't mind," Sila replied, still hugging him. "You don't have have to apologize to me. It wouldn't be the first time you've shown up unannounced," Like when he showed up all the way in Tau'il just to visit her. "Just, take deep breaths and calm down." If she was going to comfort him then he needed to calm down and be able to explain what happened to her. </div> <div style="width:200px;height:5px;"></div><div style="width:440px;height:10px;text-align:center;color:#eee;font-size:10px;line-height:90%;"> Cameo Poli is the person with me, it is the 14th of Autumn, and the time of moment is 7:30 pm <br /> What I wear is my own style and what I am feeling is nervous and scared. </div></div>[/align][/dohtml] |
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| ShadowPopcorn | Sep 3 2012, 11:01 PM Post #7 |
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Ocean of Stars' resident stalker
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[dohtml]<center><div style="font-family:times new roman; font-size:50px; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-5px; color:#990000; padding-bottom:5px; padding-top:15px; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;"> Cameo Poli </div><div style="font-family:courier new; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#333; padding-bottom:3px; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px; padding-top:3px;"> I'm Driven by Hate and Consumed by Fear, because I Know<br> ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE </div><div style="width:392px; height:10px; background-color:#333;"></div><div style="width:390px; border-right:1px dotted #000; border-left:1px dotted #000; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px;"><div style="width:370px; background-color:#f1f1f1; border:#ddd 1px solid; padding:5px;"><center><table><tr><td valign="top"> <div style="width:150px; height:300px; background-image:url(http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k417/Super_Shiney_Silver_Snake/TNG%20fcs/Cameotable3.jpg);"></div> <div style="padding-top:1px; width:150px; border-bottom:#000 1px dotted;"></div><div style="width:130px; height:55px; background-color:#333; padding:10px; color:#fff; font-family:courier new; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; overflow:auto;"> Tag: Sila Fox<br> Time: 7:30pm<br> Date: Autumn 14th<br> Mood: Panicked, Calming<br> Wearing: Link<br> </div></td><td><div style="width:3px;"></div></td> <td valign="top"><div style="width:200px; height:365px; padding:5px; border:#ddd 1px solid; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; color:#000; line-height:99%; text-align:Justify; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;"> <br> "...Right... Yeah... That was... kinda stupid, huh?..." He shut up and just concentrated on breathing. He was doing a bit better, anyway. If someone had stopped him on the way there he probably wouldn't have been able to talk at all. But now, though his voice was still weak, he could at least talk without stuttering too much. <br><br> The whole scene ran through his mind again. He couldn't even remember what it was exactly that had set them off. All he could remember was them screaming at each other and then, suddenly, Mancuso's hand coming across his face. From there... it was all sort of a blur. He just stood there for a few seconds before running. He honestly couldn't remember the way to the farm, not fully, anyway. <br><br> Eventually the gasping turned to somewhat more regular breaths and his heartbeat began to slow, the pounding in his head fading away. And as the adrenaline left his system, exhaustion hit him. Good god he had just ran all that way from Sunstone Beachway to Lazuli Acres... No wonder he couldn't fucking breathe. And his legs were killing him. <br><br> </div></td> </tr></table></center></div> </div><div style="width:392px; height:30px; background-color:#333;"></div></center>[/dohtml] [align=center] [size0]made by marv @ atf[/align] |
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| Greek | Sep 3 2012, 11:34 PM Post #8 |
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[dohtml][align=center] <div style="width:468;height:15px;background-color:#222;padding:5px;"> <div style="width:458px;height:25px;font-size:30px;font-family:antiqua, cursive; color:#eee;letter-spacing:15px;text-align:left;padding:4px;">Sila Fox</div></div><div style="width:458px;height:535px;background-color:#222;padding:10px;"><div style="width:457px;height:225px;"><div style="width:160px;height:220px;float:left;background-image: url(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h385/GreektheFox/Sila%20Fox/silapic2.png)"></div> <div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:20px;height:220px;background-color:#444;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:15px;height:220px;background-color:#777;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:10px;height:220px;background-color:#aaa;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:7px;height:220px;background-color:#ccc;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:10px;height:220px;background-color:#aaa;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:15px;height:220px;background-color:#777;float:left;"></div><div style="width:5px;height:220px;float:left;"></div><div style="width:20px;height:220px;background-color:#444;float:left;"></div><div style="width:160px;height:220px;float:right;background-image: url(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h385/GreektheFox/Sila%20Fox/silapic1.png)"></div></div><div style="width:457px;height:42px;text-align:justify;color:#eee;font-size:9px;line-height:90%;border-top:5px solid;border-bottom:5px solid;border-color:#ccc;"> I been alone All the years So many ways to count the tears I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and the sun are gone Black as night Agony's torn at my heart too long So afraid Slip and I fall and I die I been alone Always down No one cared to stay around I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and the sun are gone Black as night Agony's torn at my heart too long So afraid Slip and I fall and I die ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ </div> <div style="width:200px;height:5px;"></div> <div style="width:447px;height:220px;background-color:#eee;padding:5px;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;color:#111;line-height:110%;"> <p> "Just a little bit, but it worked out well enough," She said, and smiled a little. She figured a little humor would help calm things, but it only felt awkward, and out of place. Though, wasn't that preferable to worrisome anxiety? Or panic? Logic would dictate it would, but emotions always seem to have a different perspective. She noticed his stutter was gone, and his heart rate had gone down as well. That's good, really good. <p> She glanced at the steak to check if it was still cold enough, or doing it's job well. Would she be able to sneak that back into the fridge? Probably not, though, she did feel a little cliched for selecting that as her cold pack for Cameo's bruise. Then again, he didn't care and it was pretty effective. Maybe there was some truth to it after all despite how silly it seemed. <p> "Feeling better?" She asked after a few minutes. Maybe he needed a drink of water, but she didn't think she could go into the house to get a glass of water without drawing attention to herself. There had to be some clean water in the barn somewhere. Then it hit her, the well. "Do you need water? I can get some from the well." She was pretty sure the water in the well was clean and safe to drink, and it was better than drinking from the animal's water troughs. </div> <div style="width:200px;height:5px;"></div><div style="width:440px;height:10px;text-align:center;color:#eee;font-size:10px;line-height:90%;"> Cameo Poli is the person with me, it is the 14th of Autumn, and the time of moment is 7:30 pm <br /> What I wear is my own style and what I am feeling is nervous and scared. </div></div>[/align][/dohtml] |
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| ShadowPopcorn | Jan 17 2013, 02:38 PM Post #9 |
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[dohtml]<center><div style="font-family:times new roman; font-size:50px; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-5px; color:#990000; padding-bottom:5px; padding-top:15px; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;"> Cameo Poli </div><div style="font-family:courier new; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#333; padding-bottom:3px; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px; padding-top:3px;"> I'm Driven by Hate and Consumed by Fear, because I Know<br> ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE </div><div style="width:392px; height:10px; background-color:#333;"></div><div style="width:390px; border-right:1px dotted #000; border-left:1px dotted #000; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px;"><div style="width:370px; background-color:#f1f1f1; border:#ddd 1px solid; padding:5px;"><center><table><tr><td valign="top"> <div style="width:150px; height:300px; background-image:url(http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k417/Super_Shiney_Silver_Snake/TNG%20fcs/Cameotable3.jpg);"></div> <div style="padding-top:1px; width:150px; border-bottom:#000 1px dotted;"></div><div style="width:130px; height:55px; background-color:#333; padding:10px; color:#fff; font-family:courier new; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; overflow:auto;"> Tag: Sila Fox<br> Time: 7:30pm<br> Date: Autumn 14th<br> Mood: Panicked, Calming<br> Wearing: Link<br> </div></td><td><div style="width:3px;"></div></td> <td valign="top"><div style="width:200px; height:365px; padding:5px; border:#ddd 1px solid; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; color:#000; line-height:99%; text-align:Justify; text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;"> <br> Cameo was silent for a few moments before responding to her. He just sort of had to assess himself to be sure he really was feeling a bit better and not just answering automatically. And as frazzled as he was that took a minute. <br><br> "...Yeah... Yeah, a bit..." His voice was still quiet and weak, but he didn't sound nearly as distressed as he had before. Just tired and nervous. And wow his legs hurt. And his knees and the bottom of his feet. Ow... And he could feel his muscles popping, like one does after a long and tiring walk. At Sila's question he looked up at her and gave a small nod. <br><br> "That... That'd be great... Thanks..." And he would wait there, both for fear of being discovered by Vincent and the fact that he didn't think his legs would hold him now that he'd finally stopped and sat down. Still holding the steak to his bruise with one hand, Cameo rubbed at the uninjured side of his face with the other. Though the pounding was gone his head hurt... Probably from the exertion of running here. Mancuso hadn't hit him that hard... <br><br> </div></td> </tr></table></center></div> </div><div style="width:392px; height:30px; background-color:#333;"></div></center>[/dohtml] [align=center] [size0]made by marv @ atf[/align] |
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