[EWAN] Count the colors

[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/9a4rt.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;]On this piece of canvas, I will draw any kind of future with these glittering tone colors [/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;]She only stared at her phone, realizing that she was wasting time before the blonde-haired female decided that he can just screw himself if he finds out and started to prepare for when he comes. Apparently, it escalated pretty quick, starting from a simple 'rumor' about her being intimidated by one's bosoms. It was suppose to be a secret, and whoever spilled it out will have to pay. But, not now she thought, as she shuffled through her wardrobe in search for a nice attire to wear, something she was told. Of course, this is Paris we're talking about, wardrobe and fashion is one of her top expertise and the Parisian didn't too long before she finally found something to wear. Now, to prepare for her hair... In practice, it was easy but she only stopped there, not exactly brave enough to actually do the deed, or even dare to ask someone out. Ewan McLelland is definitely one of the nations France would hang out with, considering how the two seem to be so good at luring girls, giving them all the charm and, perhaps, more, but it was a surprise when Scotland decided out of the blue to drag her out and take her on the dinner, just because she was irked at the fact that she is intimidated by people with large breasts. Well, yeah, hers (as well as most of the French female out there) wasn't exactly well-endowed compared to the others, but you can't blame her for feeling a bit catty about how they seem to attract more males with just that. Surely, beauty should add the factor but- "Mon dieu, what in the world am I thinking?" Stopping herself before she ruin her evening further, the blonde-haired capitol brushed her hair a bit more, put on some mild-smelling perfume and straighten the wrinkles in her skirt before standing up in front of the mirror to give herself one, last check. It won't be long before Scotland comes and she have to keep up on her reputation as one of the prettiest. The wavy-haired female stopped after her second twirl of herself in front of the mirror, her cerulean optics staring at her own chest with mild discontent, placing both hands to measure them before imagining the size of the female's breasts that she have saw a while ago with her hands, imagining what would it be like if she would own something that large. Oh, heaven forbid.... "Perhaps, I should have asked Monsieur Francis first about this..." She murmured to herself, now feeling a bit guilty that she wasn't telling to the blonde-haired about this date. Well, if he do find out, she'll just tell him that he's just trying to make her feel better with the predicament, he won't mind, right? "I mean... there are other women out there more-endowed than me that'll make him feel better, oui?" Wistful words well spoken, Caroline. [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes... I'll get back on you about her attire. tag... Ewan location... PARIS, FRANCE lyrics... Colors by The Sketchbook credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA[/style]