Post by JADA ARTHFAEL on Dec 2, 2011 3:03:56 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, margin-top:100px; padding-top:30px; border: 7px solid #ffffff; width:180px; background: url(http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq84/pucksbelle/colorbg29.gif); bTable][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] [STYLE=float:right; height: auto; margin-left:80px; margin-top: 50px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 0px 0px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 0px 0px 10px; background:#ffffff; padding:10px; margin-top:-50px;]  [/style][STYLE=float:right; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 0px 0px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 0px 0px 10px; margin-bottom:10px; height: 300px; overflow:auto; margin-left:60px; margin-top: 10px; color:#444444; background:#ffffff; width: 270px; text-align: justify; font-size:9px; padding:10px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:6px;]The day was actually turning out to be a bore. Jada strolled absent-mindedly through the market near her home, her expression clearly bored and blank. There was no one around, her sister was off...somewhere, and she didn't have any money on her shop around. She had wondered briefly where Terry-Anne was, but had figured that she was probably out doing chores or something and would come find her when she was finished. Which Jada really and truly hoped was the case. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. [/style] [STYLE=float:left; -webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); margin-left:-190px; margin-top: -310px; text-align: justify; font-size:50px; color:#777777; letter-spacing:-2px; text-shadow: -4px 0 #ffffff, 0 4px #ffffff, 4px 0 #ffffff, 0 -4px #ffffff; 4px 4px 4px; text-transform:uppercase;]rainbow★star 'cuz you are, 'cuz you are what you are [/style] [STYLE=float:right; width:100%; height:20px; background:#ffffff; margin-bottom:20px; font-size:9px; text-align:center; color:#444444;padding:3px; padding-bottom:0px;]tags: no one ★ words: 92 ★ notes: fail post is fail...i promise to do better next time *shot* [/style] |
