The Move(open)
May 6, 2012 18:19:10 GMT -5
Post by Akumu Akuhei Musou on May 6, 2012 18:19:10 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]THE MOVE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]A wicked brat is right around the corner [/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] Akumu yawned as he finally packed the last of his clothes in his dresser. He had decided to move into the academy as one, Akira was beginning to ask way too many questions, and two; his parents started to go through his stuff. After he promised his parents he would write to them as often as he could, they allowed him to leave…As for Akira, he promised his older brother that he would call him as often as ne could. He took another look around the room…It wasn’t as bad as he had first thought it to be. ‘Well, whatever works. Beggars can’t be choosers.’ He closed the drawer he had open and did a one eighty to face his door. It was a bit..more boxy than what he was used to but, oh well. He walked out of his door, into the hallway and walked to the other bedroom. ‘wonder who will sleep in here? The water chair? Or another damn guardian?’ He thought before closing the door and walking into the kitchen. If he did have someone in the apartment with him, he would possibly hve to label his things as Akira had taught him. He opened the fridge and noted that an apple, rotten by the way, was left in there. He made a face before picking the disgusting thing up by the stem and tossing it in the trash. He hated that so very much. Maybe Akira was rubbing off on him. He was the neat freak, Akumu was not. He sighed before going to the livingroom and shook his head. ‘Of all the things I forgot to do…I didn’t hook up the damn entertainment center…Baka!’ he cursed himself as he knelt down on the floor to piece together the stand for the flat screen his parents had bought as a leaving home present. ‘Okay A goes to D, E goes to X, T goes to K…Where’s K?!’[/i] He looked around and must have spent thirty minutes looking for it, only to find that he had been sitting on it. ‘Okay…P goes to the ADH parts…I have to screw in EXTK…and then actually hang up the stupid..’ He nearly dropped the screen, “CHIKUSSO!” He cursed. It was all the stupid knock’s fault. “Hold up!” He yelled as he placed the screen down on the floor. He walked, if not stomped ,to the door. Swinging the door open he spoke,“Hi, Thank you for interrupting me from setting up the apartment. Hopefully this is important.” Despite the smile on his face, his voice was as deadly as it wanted to be WORDS! 433 TAGS! --- [/style]NOTES! I wanna cookie |