Seeing Sakura's (Enchanted)
Mar 30, 2013 22:06:31 GMT -5
Post by itsuki2 on Mar 30, 2013 22:06:31 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellPadding,4,true][atrb=CellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 310px; padding: 10px; color: 91B4AD; text-align: center; background-color: FF99FF; border: 5px solid #3E3435;][style=margin-top: 30px; font-family: Arial Black; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 90%; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; color: 3E3435;]Why Am I Always Hit On By[/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 24px; color: 3E3435; line-height: 90%; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: -4px;]Boys I Never Like I can Always See Them[/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: C1F2EC; letter-spacing: 6px; margin-top: -2px;] Coming From My Left And From My Right[/style] [style=width: 300px; border-left: 1px dotted #FF0099; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-left: 22px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; text-align: justify;]The distant and nearby sounds of crickets and grasshoppers, them playing their peaceful gentle tunes of the night. A soothing sound it was to the boy whom had no home or... Anything for that matter, just his life and his soul. Sumida Park was a place that he always went to during the night, the only place he could actually relax and rest in. He always came there after hours and didn't give a flip if he shouldn't be or not, it's all he had to do. He was, at this moment, leaned against the railing that avoided people from falling over the edge into the river. All over the ground was fallen petals from the sakura trees, blooming from spring . The petals were even falling at this moment around him, them complementing his current haircolor. It was a bit windy outside and it was quite cold, the temperature was a bit low being in the high forties so it was pretty rough for him. He was ill, no he felt more than ill. He felt sick to his stomach, it was just an hour ago he has tended to his most recent client which was horrible as always, itw asn't the worst he's been through but still he hated it, just for money and very few wouldn't even pay. He felt like a pig, no worse than that. Scum, a wh0re.He clenched his teeth at his thought and before long tears trailed from his eyes down his cheeks, and crossed his arms to rest his head into them listening to the whistling wind and the sound of the water flowing. He was miserable and he felt like just jumping this railing right now, no one would help him and even so he didn't want a group home or to be sent into foster care he absolutely hated the sound of that and believed it was much worse than being homeless having to go through this shit. His head suddenly shot up however feeling the presence of someone in the area, he felt someone lurking nearby that strange feeling that made his hair stand up and made him uncomfortable. His ears twitched from left to right his head not turning at all not one bit as of yet. Someone was lurking, he hoped itw asn't someone looking to be another client.[/style] [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]TAGS: blah blah blah NOTES: blah blah blah [/style] |