Ready for some lovin'? (Restless)

[miku3]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=float: left; margin: -5 0 0 10; background-color: #5e8cc5; border-radius: 5px;][style=background: url('http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r507/MikaChu2/Yuuki_Asuna_5455.jpg'); border-radius: 70px; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin: 8 6 0 6; border: 5px #f0f0f0 solid;] if only days like this could go on forever [/style] Keiko was relaxing on a bench, staring up at the sky. She was shivering slightly, for she had forgotten her jacket. Rather she had given it to a small child who had forgotten their own jacket at home. She was lazing in the park, watching the small children play at the far end of the park. She donned a small smile, watching the boys squeal. Her long hair was being tousled by the wind and she looked at the trees, which the leaves were slowly turning yellow and orange. She stood with a stretch, she hadn't realized that she fell asleep. Which was dangerous for her, people tended to take advantage. Not that she really noticed. She was terribly oblivious. Not to mention clumsy. Which tended to make her moe-like, because she always ended up getting flustered and embarrassed. Blushing just at the thought of it, her tail wagged and her ears twitched slightly from the wind. Instead of being very kitty like, she had a curled, fluffy tail that was much like a shibu inu, or a somali. Her ears were perky and pointy, that were very attentive. She decided that she had been out for a little too long, her cheeks were flushed with cold, and her fingertips were getting a little numb. It wasn't a very good choice to dress in cute shorts, and a flowy tank top. She had planned on using her jacket to take the brunt of the cold but, now that it was gone, she was freezing. Walking fast, her face down and hidden from the chill, she crashed into a strangers back. Falling onto her butt, she released a small squeak of pain. Looking up with apologetic and pain-filled eyes, she apologized in a cute, kind voice. "I-I am s-sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking!" [/style]

Made by AMB Tanz

[fufu5]

[style=font-family: impact; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #E6E6E6; margin-bottom: -3px; margin-right: -100px; opacity: 0.8;]all of you can go on and g.t.f.o[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:#E6E6E6; width: 290px; height: 500px; opacity: 0.9; border: 25px solid #030303; border-radius: 7px 7px 7px 325px, bTable; ] [tr][atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;][style= border: 8px solid #000000; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-top: -40px; -moz-transform: rotate(-35deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-40deg); margin-left: -30px;][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -3; margin-top: 30px; line-height: 80%; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; text-align: right;]If you don't like me drinking and blowing out smoke You can G.T.F.O you can G.T.F.O [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #000000; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #000000; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000; opacity: 0.9; ][style=height: 400px; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 250px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto;] It was a cool fall day, but otherwise unremarkable. It was just another day, after all, and Masaru had chosen to cut through the park on his way back from running an errand to the store. He hadn't really wanted to go, but it was that or have his policeman father breathing down his neck again later. Yeah, just getting it over with was much more preferrable than that. A chilly breeze was blowing a few of the dried out leaves down the path and for a moment he was glad that he almost always wore his over-sized blue coat... until the moment that someone crashed into his back, that is. Slowly, he turned and fixed his dull grey eyes on the girl who had collided with him. Great. This was just his luck. Right when he wanted to be left alone so he could get his errand finished and out of the way, some stupid under-dressed girl crashed into him. Could things get any better? He rolled his eyes and groaned, cursing his luck before he looked back down at the girl. She was apologizing at least, but it didn't make it any less annoying. "Oi. Klutzy. Maybe you should pay more attention to where the hell you're going next time and wear a goddamned coat! It's fucking cold out, and looking at you is making me even more cold!" he spat out, not quite meaning to be as harsh as he was, but he could blame the no-nonsense environment he had grown up in for that. As far as he cared, he was being courteous to the girl, and was warning her for her own sake. [/style]

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((So sorry this took so long. I didn't see this here, and then the stuff with my grandma happened and I got sick and blah blah blah. Well, better late than never?))

[miku3]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=float: left; margin: -5 0 0 10; background-color: #5e8cc5; border-radius: 5px;][style=background: url('http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r507/MikaChu2/Yuuki_Asuna_5455.jpg'); border-radius: 70px; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin: 8 6 0 6; border: 5px #f0f0f0 solid;] if only days like this could go on forever [/style] Keiko was blushing a steady shade of red. The boy was quite cute. She never got to have interaction with people of her age of the opposite sex. Her ear's pushed back as she looked away, ashamed. "I-I did have my coat b-but a kid got cold..so I gave it to them.." She stuttered looking over at the boy who was now playing on a small pony that was placed securely on a spring. The kid was giggling with delight as he bounced back and forth, wearing her coat, which was much to big on him. She got up, and patted the white haired boy where she had collided with him. "I-I didn't hurt you did I..? She gulped noiselessly, trembling slightly. Looking into the boys cold gray eyes made her feel rather shy. She crossed her arms across her chest, trying not to act like she was cold. Her teeth chattered slightly, and she tried to warm her arms with her scraped palms, which made her hiss slightly in pain. [/style]

Made by AMB Tanz

God. That was a short post. Keiko muse is dying

[fufu5]

[style=font-family: impact; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #E6E6E6; margin-bottom: -3px; margin-right: -100px; opacity: 0.8;]all of you can go on and g.t.f.o[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:#E6E6E6; width: 290px; height: 500px; opacity: 0.9; border: 25px solid #030303; border-radius: 7px 7px 7px 325px, bTable; ] [tr][atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;][style= border: 8px solid #000000; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-top: -40px; -moz-transform: rotate(-35deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-40deg); margin-left: -30px;][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -3; margin-top: 30px; line-height: 80%; text-transform: lowercase; color: #000000; text-align: right;]If you don't like me drinking and blowing out smoke You can G.T.F.O you can G.T.F.O [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #000000; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #000000; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000; opacity: 0.9; ][style=height: 400px; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 250px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto;] So she had a coat after all, but she had given it away to some kid who was blissfully playing around. What was she, an idiot? Well, she sure as hell looked like one. Who in their right mind gave away their coat on a crisp day like this when they wore barely anything underneath? Only crazy people or outright idiots, and he was willing to bet money that she wasn't crazy. And to make matters worse, she was worried about him when she was the one who evidently scraped up her hands. She must've been one of those kinds of idiots; the kind that always worried about you even when their own idiocy landed them into trouble. Well, time to show her that her worrying about him was stupid. "Not especially. Like some tiny toothpick like you could hurt me," he replied with a shrug. Then he noticed it, the sensation at the back of his neck. Well, that was a new one. It shouldn't have reacted, unless... He turned head back down to look at the girl, this time looking at her a bit more carefully. Unfortunately, or fortunately, or her this caused him to notice just how cold she really looked. Man, she really was an idiot, wasn't she? Pathetic-looking, too, like one of those poor starving and neglected animals you see on the streets every day. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn't leave her alone like that. With a deep sigh, he slipped his jacket off and then pulled it over her shoulders before he turned to face her completely and grabbed her hands, turning them palm-up for him to look at them. "Looks like you scraped this one pretty bad. Way to go, Klutzy," he muttered before he reached into a pocket and pulled out a clean handkerchief, which he tied around her hand. "There. It's not a bandage, but it's all I've got. Take less care of others and more care of yourself, you stupid girl." Then, with a flick to her forehead, he turned and started to resume his walk, mentally kicking himself for giving up his coat. Ah, it looks as though he's an idiot as well. Now his mother was going to give him hell. It just figures. [/style]

[style=width: 200px; margin-top: -20px; margin-right: 30px; text-align: right; font-size: 9px; color: #757575;]made by prism of btn and ls~[/style]

[miku3]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=float: left; margin: -5 0 0 10; background-color: #5e8cc5; border-radius: 5px;][style=background: url('http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r507/MikaChu2/Yuuki_Asuna_5455.jpg'); border-radius: 70px; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin: 8 6 0 6; border: 5px #f0f0f0 solid;] if only days like this could go on forever [/style] Keiko watched the strange man with shy eyes. Even though he looked like a grump he seemed nice in his own way. He sort of reminded her of one of the young boys at the orphanage, he had blocked himself from any sorts of kindness, he had been emotionally and physically abused by his loved ones, and he had had trusting issues. She smiled lightly at what he said. Toothpick, huh? He was kinda cute, the way he was trying to be mean. Blushing lightly, her tail wagged. "Well that's good. You seem like a strong guy anyway. I couldn't imagine you getting hurt easily." Blushing heavier, she noticed him starting to peer closely at her. Brushing her hair from her face lightly with shaking fingers, she felt a slight tingle on the back of her neck. She rubbed at it lightly with her fingers, but the sensation didn't fade. Her eyes dropped to the ground, her hand sliding from her neck. She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard his deep sigh. His warm jacket slid over her shoulders and a heavy blush stained her cheeks. She trembled slightly, looking up at the man. Her hands trembled slightly as he took her hands in his and inspected them. Wrapping his handkerchief around her scraped palm, she trembled lightly in embarrassment at his parting words. "W-wait!" She stumbled after him, and clutched at the back of his shirt. "Y-you will be cold without your jacket! And I-I... Your handkerchief! I-I want to wash and return it to you properly!" She breathed softly, looking up at him. [/style]

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