[OPEN] Walking the streets of Life

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/QPWDW.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8][style=text-align:left; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; margin-top: 150px; background-image: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png); color:#ffffff; text-transform:uppercase; width:345px; margin-left: -2px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]To feel pain when you get hurt, or to weep when you feel agonized, that kind of natural emotion is nothing to be embarrassed about.[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 10px; width: 380px;text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px;]It was common in the streets of Paris at this time of the day to have some performers here and there, as her sapphire optics watched at the entertainers bringing smiles towards the children. In retrospect, though their common appearance bothered most people in the shopping district, it was easy to say for her that it was a good change of pace for one, it was even pretty to her sight, in fact. But what caught the capital's interest would be a certain performer, making smiles to the children as people cheered for his stunts. However, deep down, she knew that not all clowns are completely happy; some are only donning the mask to make money while others uses it as an outlet for their sadness. This one's the same, if not applying as the latter one. Hence she also claims that the pierrot is one of the most lonely people on Earth, and they all started on the capital of France, in Paris. The blonde-haired capital only sighed, her attention stuck at the performing person and when the performance was finished did she only jerked back to reality and, with a sigh, decided to get back to the program. "Well..." She said with a wry smile, dusting her skirt before looking at the numerous stores and botiques displayed around, her attention somewhat shifting briefly towards the performers packing up to move to a different location to entertain people once more. They weren't the best compared to those from the opera, but they certainly bring the point across. "It wasn't really ugly, but it saddens me so." Shaking her head, Paris- Caroline De Beaumont- couldn't really tell if she was sympathetic because she can relate to them or it's just her feeling sentimental. Maybe a few shopping for clothes here and there might bring her back up to grabs again. Ah, such a life of an elegant capital of France. [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes... What better way to start a thread than to start it with a sad song. *shakes fist* tag... OPEN location... PARIS, FRANCE lyrics... Pierrot by Hatsune Miku credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: transparent; border-left: 10px solid #d332a0, btable] [STYLE=float: right; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #d332a0; margin-top: -3px;] [/style] It wasn't unheard of for Mackenzie to travel at times, especially to other capitals. She liked to see her how fellow capitals were doing, and there were certain others she visited more often than others. She visited with Danii most often, given their close proximity, though Abbey and Caroline were probably tied for second place. She opted to visit Caroline today, but the issue was finding her amongst the Paris crowd. She'd already stopped by the other capital's house only to find that she wasn't home, and was apparently going shopping. She probably could have called to let Caroline know she was around, and Caroline might have waited for her...but she decided against it. She wanted to make this a bit of a surprise. At least she had an idea of where to look now, and could do a bit of shopping of her own in the meantime. Mackenzie had a certain fondness for French culture, coming as a result of the French influence on her nation. Her country was a French colony before he was taken on by England after the Seven Years War, after all. She planned on buying a few souvenirs while she was here and then taking them back. Perhaps she'd even pick something up for Mattie while she was there. She soon entered a shopping area, pausing to watch a couple of street performers with a small smile on her face. She paused as she caught a familiar shade of blonde hair out of the corner of her eye, and then grinned. She couldn't say she was surprised at all to find Paris watching her own entertainers. Not in the least! Mackenzie darted through the crowd to where Caroline was. "Caroline!" She called out, hoping that she was loud enough to be heard over the crowd. Her voice was was naturally quiet, much like her nation's, but that didn't mean that she couldn't be heard when she wanted to be. "Bonjour!" She greeted once she was close enough to pick up a conversation. "Comment allez-vous?" She added conversationally before smiling and switching back to English. "I was hoping to pick up a few souvenirs while I'm here. I'm sure Mattie would enjoy a couple himself. Any ideas?" words: 384 notes: Figured we could toss these two together. =P credits: lunar (inspired by her skyness of BTN)