Nov 1, 2012 18:05:50 GMT -5 |
Post by GABRIELLA "PHILIPPINES" SANTOS on Nov 1, 2012 18:05:50 GMT -5
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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid #645269; width: 180px; height: 380px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/2EO2a.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase;]like life with no regrets[/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #645269; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] "He's not getting any better, isn't he?" Pursing her lips, Gabriella Santos, a close friend of Alfred F. Jones, watched at the pathetic image in front of her as she stare at the blonde-haired male in bed, his breath laboring and, from the looks of things, he was having a hard time holding on for dear life. She knew his health was not getting any better and it wouldn't be long before he finally let go and die. However, he have regrets; regrets that may- or may not- let him rest in peace and be with her. And it pains to someone like her to watch her dear friend be in such manner. "Damn it, where IS Arthur? His idea better work," She spoke to herself, shifting her gaze back and forth from Alfred lying in the bed, then to the door expecting the person to arrive. He did said he got something that might help Alfred get his dream come true, whatever it is. He did told her something but can't recall what it is since she thought he was joking. And, all these time, he used to be so fit. Another sigh. "...Gee, Al, what the hell did you do? I don't think she'll be happy if she were alive." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - timeline: AU, present time muse: To The Moon soundtrack tags: Monk, Mandee, possibly Rye notes: Created using coffee and inspiration. We're going to use Human names as characters on this one since this is AU. credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style] |