can the day get any worse? (Caeli/Open)
Aug 21, 2012 10:38:29 GMT -5
Post by Namok Clave on Aug 21, 2012 10:38:29 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;]  [/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]Namok had always told himself that he was a hopeless romantic, that there was never any hope for him to find somebody he really cared about. There was only one person he truly loved in his life, but she was far out of his self-imposed reach. Her family had taken him in as their own son and she was in love with another person. He didn't want to break his heart by telling her how he felt - when she felt that way for another that wasn't him. It would just be far too painful. He leaned against the wall in the lobby of the office building he had a photo shoot in soon, his cell phone pressed to his ear, a small smile across his features. He seemed to be really happy to talk to the person on the other end of the line. He laughed briefly into the phone. "That's great to hear, Sayuri. Glad school's going well for you." The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment and then was loud on the other hand, causing Namok to have to pull the phone away from his ear for a moment, amused. That amusement only lasted a second before she said what she wanted to say, almost forgetting what she'd initially called to tell her brother far. The smile remained on his face, but it was no longer reaching his eyes. A few moments later, he was speaking again. "That's great. When are you going to have the wedding? I'll try to make it, depending on when it is." The voice rose again in volume and Namok moved the phone away from his ear a second time. "Nii-chan! Don't try to make it. You'll come, even if I have to come to Tokyo and drag you by your pretty hair right out of a photo shoot." The girl threatened. "Oh. That's Akira on the other line. I gotta go. I'll call again soon. Mama and Papa send their love, they miss you, you know. You should come home more often...I know you feel out of place because you're adopted, but they love you all the same, you know." She stated quietly before shifting lines to take to her fiance. Namok sighed, closed the phone and his eyes. "Yeah. They do, but you don't..." he muttered quietly to himself, now just with his own thoughts while he waited for his photo shoot partner to show up. Caeli Dies. He'd heard of her before, but had never actually had the chance to work with her or meet her. It would be an interesting meeting, right. Hopefully something better would come of the rest of the day. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, lalala. Depressing first Namok post...and thread. WORD COUNT 451 TAGS Caeli, Open [/style] |
[/classy][classy=withoutpain"]Heading into his fighters work, he finally decided to take a day for himself. His lovely girlfriend decided to make a photo shoot with him, even though he had no experience. It should be easy enough. Wearing a semi stylish outfit, he entered the lobby and found a boy, that looked much like himself. He was talking on the phone, with a girl who had a rather loud voice. The look in his eyes made him feel a little pity for the boy. Hearing almost all of the conversation, his eyebrows lifted at the mention of a wedding. Seeing the boy close his eyes, and utter a sigh, he wasn't suprised at the the blond's next words. Taking a few steps closer, he ran a hand through his hair.
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