Apr 23, 2012 19:07:20 GMT -5 |
Post by charleston on Apr 23, 2012 19:07:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border: #BA3234 2px solid; background-image: url('http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc81/kissmefool13/tumblr_m23gnnWLEe1rt6g92o1_500-1.jpg'); border-radius: 35px; height: 90px; width: 90px] [/style] [STYLE=border: #BA3234 2px solid; background-image: url('http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc81/kissmefool13/tumblr_m23gnnWLEe1rt6g92o1_500-1.jpg'); border-radius: 35px; height: 90px; width: 90px; opacity: 0.7] [/style] [STYLE=border: #BA3234 2px solid; background-image: url('http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc81/kissmefool13/tumblr_m23gnnWLEe1rt6g92o1_500-1.jpg'); border-radius: 35px; height: 90px; width: 90px; opacity: 0.5] [/style] [STYLE=border: #BA3234 2px solid; background-image: url('http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc81/kissmefool13/tumblr_m23gnnWLEe1rt6g92o1_500-1.jpg'); border-radius: 35px; height: 90px; width: 90px; opacity: 0.3] [/style] | [STYLE=border: #BA3234 2px solid; width: 300px; margin: 10px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #F6F4F5; box-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000; font-size: 10px][STYLE=height: 400px; overflow: auto]Typical day for the city, he had nothing better to do then wait around for other nations, capitals and such to invade his city. Tourists of non-country origin as well he supposed. He’d greeted people all day as they passed him, either with a smile, or sometimes a nod. He hadn’t so much as spoken to a soul since he got up, but he was alright with that. He didn’t like to talk most of the time, gave him a certain air of mystery a lot of people couldn’t put a finger on. He wasn’t upset or anything, just inconspicuous compared to most around him. Nothing wrong with actually being quiet, though as it seemed, most parts of his country were thought to be anything but silent. He was alright with this of course; he just didn’t consider it very hospitable to be in someone’s face constantly, or to chew with your mouth open. So now? He sat on a bench in his own city overlooking the water. He didn’t know where this day would lead him, but he just wanted it to be different. He didn’t want to just have another crap day of nothingness. He didn’t know how to just have a good time without some form of alcohol involved, and he didn’t feel like drinking this early, it was only afternoon. He needed to at least wait till happy hour before the drinks and the gambling started, right? He rolled his head to the side, and he cracked his neck, not bothering to look around and see if that would offend anyone, sometimes noises like cracking joints did. He straightened out his clothes, and puts his hands behind his head. He tossed his hair out of his eyes, and he looked up at the Charleston sun, he could have it a lot worse, really. He just didn’t have much to do, there were worse things in life than boredom, right? [/style][/style] |