deliberate beliefs (Greta)
Mar 29, 2013 22:48:52 GMT -5
Post by Sheeka Riva on Mar 29, 2013 22:48:52 GMT -5
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[atrb=style,background: #212121; width: 150px; height: 400px; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94][style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/c0SALs.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-topright: 40px; -o-border-radius-topleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-topright: 40px;] [/style] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Jr0v1s.jpg);] [/style] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 25px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6QBZ2s.jpg); -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -webkit-border-radius-bottomright: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; -o-border-radius-bottomright: 40px;] [/style] | [rs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212] [style=margin-left: 10; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94; height: 460px; width: 300; overflow:auto; background-color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #FFFFFF; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px;] It was just a normal day in class. Well. Normal for a boarding school for a clandestine group of humans...it was the day before Spring Break, though. Everybody was excited for the break without school going on...Some of his fellow classmates were going on vacation, going home, or just going to chill on campus. He wasn't sure what he was going to do...besides maybe spending some time with his Sacrifice. The two of the Conviction Unit were definitely close. Sheeka let out a soft yawn as he buried his face into his stuffed tiger, wishing that classes were over already. It was getting boring. The days before their spring break were definitely low in activity. Most of the teachers figured the students wouldn't retain any new knowledge after a week or two of not being in classes, so they usually didn't start anything new. He was just about to doze off for the last hour or two of classes when a student - probably an office helper - poked his head in the classroom with a call slip. "Riva-kun, Schilke-sensei wants to see you in her office." A soft sigh escaped the Fighter's lips as he stood up with his stuffed animal, grabbing the call slip as he mumbled something in Italian about not wanting his head shrunk - apparently the school psychologist liked having chats with the students at some point during their high school years...or something. Who knows. Sheeka had been avoiding it for several weeks now - disappearing after classes to who knew where - well, he was sure whoever did their security knew...what with the cameras everywhere. Now it just seemed she was catching him at the time he couldn't get away - during classes. He couldn't just not go to his destination. He'd get in trouble for that. He was thinking of how to get away from it...but nothing could come to mind. From what he knew about psychologists - they liked bringing up things from the past to try to figure out why they ticked...or something. His past was something he didn't like bringing up. At all. His mother was dead because he hadn't done anything...his biological family or what there was of it hated him. He'd run away from home to avoid the abuse his father and stepmother had done to him...he didn't want to bring up anything like that. Just thinking about it...was enough to make him sigh heavily and hug his stuffed animal tighter against him. It had been his fault...no matter what anybody said. Conviction may be a powerful name - going off of strong beliefs...but if one believed in something that was wrong...they would continue to believe in that wrongness. Shaking his head slightly, he opened the door to the psychologists office, poking his head in. "You wanted to see me, Schilke-sensei?" [/style] |
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