| Sept 6, 2012 2:32:41 GMT -5 |
Post by HOURAI "OKINAWA" ARAGAKI on Sept 6, 2012 2:32:41 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]THIS IS A GAME.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/dkTAG.png); float: left;] [/style] From the start, she already knew that if she fought back from him, there is a bigger chance that things will happen like back in WWII. She sighed and let the naval fleet work on whatever they are doing in preparation of aiding Vietnam. Ever since she existed, and became aware of it, Hourai had been seen water a lot, specifically being surrounded by it separating her from the rest of her kin, and the naval base was no exemption of the watery gates that she is bound with. Heck, she didn't even bother changing to her walking clothes, promptly settled with her gown-like attire of hers (for some reason, she started to seem less and less willing to go outside) to begin with. Unfortunately, she seems to be obligated to help the Western nation in his feat, something that she doesn't seem to agree without his consent. And, unfortunately, there is nothing she could do about considering they're not really doing anything bad so far. Still... "Miss Aragaki, what are you doing here?" One of the American Marine soldier asked when they found the now-elusive Prefecture wandering around, as if she was inspecting their duties. The raven-haired beauty was entitled, fortunately, to participate but they knew better that she rarely engaged herself in such actions. This is one of those rare days. "I would wish to see your well-being, is all." Hourai replied softly, her crimson-like optics scanning the area. "You are doing a good job, that is good." A faint smile can be seen from her face, though they don't knew how that, too, can be rarely seen these days as well. [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: OPEN | TIMELINE: Post-WWII (Pre-NEET stage of Hourai), Vietnam War Era | NOTES: Yeah, angsty title. Sue me~[/style][/style] |
