Dark skies settle brightly ((Itsuki, Open))
Mar 3, 2013 21:01:34 GMT -5
Post by Mika Chirou on Mar 3, 2013 21:01:34 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]I AM NOT IMMUNE,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;] Mika sighed, ending the call with her mother. Once again, she was left pissed off and cranky because of that woman. Rubbing the bridge of her nose in a frustrated and tired manner, she then put her headphones in and decided to blare some music. That always helped ease her worries and frustration. Her mom had wanted her to come back home. For what? America held nothing for her. Her future was here in Japan. She had already met her other half, so what was the use leaving now? She sighed, irritated, and swallowed a few curses. She usually wasn't so grumpy, or depressed, but her mom always knew what buttons to press to knock her off her feet. Snapping out of her foul mood, she realized she had almost forgotten what she had come out here for. She had wanted to surprise Kaitou with a little gift. She grew a small, fond smile on her face. He made her laugh, he was just so cranky and coarse, one couldn't help but giggle while having a complete sarcastic conversation back and forth. The thoughts eased her troubled mind. She turned off her music, and decided to start looking around for something that might fit him. She kind of wanted to mess with him a little, so she decided to get him two gifts, one as a joke and one she meant seriously. Scratching her head, she couldn't quite think of what he really liked. She knew he liked privacy, and food. But she also thought that he secretly liked her being nice to him. Shrugging, she decided to have fun with this. It was a rare chance to actually shop for fun things. She stopped at a boutique, which was filled with awkward girly things that didn't really fit her. She stopped at a section of phone charms, peering at them. She giggled as she picked up a cute grumpy looking cat. She decided she would get it for him, to match his other gifts. He was her stray cat after all. Well, that's how she liked to put it anyway. She picked out a matching awkward looking cat for herself and made her way up to the counter to pay for her purchases. The girl at the counter giggled while she rung up the charms, and Mika just smiled friendly at her. Getting her bag back after paying for the charms, she turned as she heard the entrance bell jingle. A blond boy came in, and Mika nodded at him, with a small smile on her face. "Hi~ This place has some cute stuff. I think it will fit you a lot more than it will me." She giggled softly, pushing her bangs from her face. [/style] |