Post by ANAHERA ROIMATA on Apr 15, 2012 2:13:32 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/tDUqI.png); border: #999999 1px dotted;][STYLE=opacity:0; font-size: 5px;];[/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; color: #585858; line-height: 13px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right;]'CAUSE I DON'T CARE FOR YOUR FAIRY TALES[/style][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; color: #999999; text-align:justify; padding: 5px; border-top: 1px dashed #999999;] ONCE UPON A TIME IN A FARAWAY KINGDOM, MAN MADE UP A STORY SAID THAT I SHOULD BELIEVE HIM. GO AND TELL YOUR WHITE KNIGHT THAT HE'S HANDSOME IN HINDSIGHT, 'CAUSE I DON'T WANT THE NEXT BEST THING. SO I SING AND HOLD MY HEAD DOWN AND I BREAK THESE WALLS AROUND ME. CAN'T TAKE NO MORE OF YOUR "FAIRY TALE LOVE" ----[/style][STYLE=background-color: #fff; color: #333333; opacity: 0.7; padding: 4px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dashed #999999; border-bottom: 1px dashed #999999; height: 220; overflow:auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 10px;]WHAT. THE. FUCK. A low growl escaped from her throat, not that it was restrained to begin with. She ignored the stares of fear and curiosity, dismissed them all. None of that mattered. WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY. Anahera stood at the pier, arms crossed in agitation, tapping her foot with a clear sign of impatience. If there was one thing people could not deny, it was how transparent Anahera was. And not just sometimes, oh no, she was an open book all the time. Well, most of the time. Even she had her moments when she wasn't utterly super clear. Those moments were either one of two things typically: either she was consciously hiding her feelings and/or thoughts; or she just didn't make any sense. This, however, was neither of those moments. The store had to be closed that day, and she was pissed off about it. Aroha was enjoying the vacation, of course, at the local library. Or at least, Anahera hoped that's where Aroha was. You really never knew with teenagers these days. But, she was certain Zilo was with her, and so she wasn't overly concerned about it. Well, at least, she had asked Zilo to go with Aroha, partly because she wanted to make sure her niece was safe, and partly because she wanted to spare Zilo the scene that was about to unfold. Because by now, she was seeing nothing but red. After all, these damned sailors were late with the new shipment of supplies! And because Anahera had the shipments timed to come only when she knew the store would be low on stock...well...the store had to be closed for the day. The corner of her lip curled upwards in a silent snarl, there wasn't a ship on the sea to be seen. Nothing. Nothing but the vast expanse of water. She was glad she didn't have her sword on her, because she would surely be thrashing it around in a frenzy by now. She was practically frothing at the mouth with fury. Her hands squeezed her arms tightly, nails digging into her skin but she didn't feel it. All she felt was her rage. She was losing good money today after all! Good money that was needed to provide for Aroha and herself! I hope Zilo stayed with Aroha. She mused, distracting herself to prevent herself from punching the next person who walked by her. Because even she was conscious of her growing levels of agitation. He saw enough at that stupid event.... She didn't want him to see her fighting again. Anahera sighed, her muscles tensing though the grip of her hands slackened somewhat. Annoyance was still printed clearly on her face, but now she also had the expression of someone lost in thought. Zilo seemed generally unaffected by what he saw, but at the same time he had said she was more frightening to him.... As she should be. She had been genuinely surprised when Zilo stayed, and that he stilled stayed to this day. She had come to wake up earlier, laying in her bed with her eyes closed as she listened expectantly, waiting to hear the sounds of Zilo downstairs getting the shop ready to open. He always came at the same time, and the one time he had been late she nearly had a panic attack. Anahera knew she was getting in too deep here...she knew it, and yet she couldn't do anything about it. Nothing; except shrug it off as her caring was for Aroha's sake. She knew her niece was greatly attached to the man, he paid attention to her. Played with her even at times. They genuniely enjoyed each other's company. While Anahera just stood by watching like a protective mother. But the truth was, Aroha would probably be less distraught than Anahera if -- or rather when -- Zilo wasn't there one morning. Anahera doubted she'd even be able to pull herself out of bed. No doubt Aroha would feel depressed, but she'd cope. Both girls expected it to happen eventually, when they went to sleep now there was always a tension heavy in the atmosphere that hadn't been there before. Before, when they weren't attached to him, it didn't matter. They didn't except him to come back anyway. But now, he had become a part of the family, and they soundlessly agreed that they didn't want him to leave.... Anahera shook herself, mentally slapping herself around. She couldn't afford to think like that now, she needed to be strong for Aroha, be able to provide for her. Remind herself that she was all the young girl had now. But also, she had asses to kick. [/style][STYLE=opacity:0; font-size: 4px;];[/style][STYLE=float: left; padding: 1px; background-color: transparent; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 1px dashed #999999;]  [/style][STYLE=width:280; height:96; background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; opacity: 0.5; padding: 4px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 2px solid #ff6699; float: right; overflow:auto;]TAGS open~ WORD COUNT: ### NOTES: blargh ide- LYRICS: fairytale by sara bareilles [/style] |
