[OPEN] Oriental Kinetics

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: AC5E37; text-shadow: #555555 -1px -1px 1px; letter-spacing: -3px; margin-bottom: -45px]i see your star[/style][style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: B7CEA4; text-shadow: #555555 -1px -1px 1px; margin-top: 20px]you left it burning for me[/style] [style= height: 500px; width: 320px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8f6BS.png); border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px] [style= height: 410px; padding: 10px; width: 240px; background-color: D5D7E1; opacity: .9; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; overflow: auto; color: 444444; margin-left: 40px]"JJJJAAAAOOOO~!!" One thing people should be aware in case they encounter the not-so elusive city; never mess with her while she's shopping for food. Ever. Lowering her leg after giving a threatening high-kick (out of reflex, if anything), the orange-haired Chinese gave a proud huff, eying at the offender on the ground who nearly pee on his pants at the sudden impulse of the female, before scurrying himself out of the way, away from this place and, most importantly, away from her. If anything, people knew not to mess the likes of her whenever she goes out to buy some stuff for her 'master'. Then again, that's just what they assume, nothing too serious. "I'll get you next time, aru~" She grumbled with a huff before picking up the paper bag on the ground with one hand, using the other one to dust away any debris on her purchased item before resuming to her shopping spree as if it was nothing. "Hm... now to get to the groceries, a~ruu..." As if none of this happened, the young-looking female chirped before she trotted towards the next district, humming in a cheerful tone about making dinner tonight and preparing all the necessary things before her 'master' arrives home and ask her what happened while he's away. Of course, this is just one of the everyday duties of Shanghai, Zhang Chen, as she diligently does her chores and shopping and other duties like a loyal puppy city of China that she is. Oh, she's sure that Wang Yao will be happy of her, like always. Most of the time. [/style] [/style][style= font-family: verdana; font-size: 6px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style][/style]

[style= height: 400px; width: 150px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/arHla.png); margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 30px; border: 3px solid #E9BC5F; border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style] [style= border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; margin-top: -14px; margin-left: 23px; height: 60px; width: 120px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]TAGS whomever TIMELINE Present...? NOTES introduction Shanghai post....?[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/bern1.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 0px solid #000000; width: 518px; height: 648px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Bobbing her head every time a hoarde of people passed the petite woman, which considering her surroundings in the shopping centre was quite often, Alina went on her way to do the weekly grocery shopping; an activity that she had long since learned to enjoy, despite her quiet tendencies. She would scold herself almost daily on the matter, pale face seemingly burning with embarrasment as she stood before a person, or group of persons, having approched them and immediately her vocal chords seemed to fail her once again. Once again turning down the opportunity to speak to new people, make friends, even. With a sigh, she adjusted for the millionth time her faithful blade that hung over her shoulder, passing her basket from one arm to the other as she went, fiddling with the large ribbon in her platinum blonde hair, a weak smile visible on her face as she hurried on through the store, in search of the cheese brand that Vash had previously recommended to her, fixated on buying precisely that, having been under the impression that if he favoured it, it must be the food of the Gods. Still, she could feel the eyes of every person she passed lingering on her small being for considerably longer than needed, although it could easily be a figment of her imagination, being constantly fixated with others' interpretation of her outer appearance as she was, her eyes flitting about from the seemengly endless stacks of food, piled neatly on the shelf, to the floor, physically unable to look up at anybody at all, her face flushing whenever she did so. Wandering down yet another food aisle, concentrating fully on locating the particular cheese brand, and nothing less, in her own attempt to keep her mind off the countless other shoppers who filled the small space between the aisles, on occassion knocking the sheathed sword from her shoulder, which without any form of irritation she repositioned over her shoulder, each time seeming to relax more, the mere prescence of the blade allowing her to at least retain the small ounce of courage needed to ask the taller, red-haired woman who stood directly in front of the blocks of her usual butter, unintentionally barring her way from them. Still, though a part of her urged her to approach her, requiring only that she move a few small steps in order to do, being so close to her as she was already, back up against the opposing aisle, eyes calmly fixed on the butter that she would have to ask the unknown woman to move for, internally scolding herself again for her inability to ask, just a few words, although the Swiss capital seemed to release no sound at all whenever she went to open her mouth, silenced once again by her own timid behavior. Fiddling anxiously with her basket, Alina clasped her red lips shut, quietly standing in wait for the other to move, having for the millionth time given in to her childish inability to speak. After a few moments, and the other woman still didn't move, she couldn't help but wish that her dear nation was there with her. He always seemed to know what to do in situations like these, always resolved them with such a natural ease that she couldn't help but admire. Standing behind the woman as she was, Bern couldn't help but wish that she was more like the strong, overly handsome man who never seemed to show any form of shyness at all. And then there was herself, the complete opposite. Perhaps that was why her deep affections weren't always rewarded with the reaction that she longed for. "........Excuse mich....." She began, reddening immediately, her gaze downcast as she continued, speaking so softly, in her barely audible tones, so much that she would've been surprised if they woman had heard her at all. ".....Entschuldigung....Aber, would you kindly.....?" [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Date: Present Location: Grocery store Music: At The Library, by Green Day Notes: Gaah. She's so damn shy >_> [/style]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 35px; color: AC5E37; text-shadow: #555555 -1px -1px 1px; letter-spacing: -3px; margin-bottom: -45px]My small feelings of love[/style][style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: B7CEA4; text-shadow: #555555 -1px -1px 1px; margin-top: 20px]reach out to you[/style] [style= height: 500px; width: 320px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8f6BS.png); border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px] [style= height: 410px; padding: 10px; width: 240px; background-color: D5D7E1; opacity: .9; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; overflow: auto; color: 444444; margin-left: 40px]"A..ru~?" Due to a lot of stuff she have bought (she'll probably get a scolding from Yao when he finds out, but she'll try to find a way with it), Chen was unaware that she was blocking someone's way that when her attention was called, she was mildly surprised and nearly dropped her stuff before turning around to see if there's anyone who called her attention. Except for the onlookers who were looking at the orange-head city due to her hair, nobody seems to be calling he- "O-oh..?" Unfortunately, language gap is possible and despite most of her sentence structure are in English- something she 'barely' understood compared to her own native language, not that she may or may not aware- but the foreign words made her look at the white-haired female oddly at the point that her brain went blank for a few moments just from processing what she was saying. "Er..." What does she want? Chen doesn't know, unfortunately. She blames the strange words she was talking. Not that she's being a taunting city and all, but knowing cultures... "Sorry. I don't think I understand, aru." Apparently, that's the straightest English and the most polite she could do she could have muster so far, usually being a bit more intimidating in terms of speech due to her pride as a Chinese. She's not exactly the most shy character, so it's a surprise for her to tilt her head and be a bit bothered at what she said; who knows, the other female might have been swearing at her and Chen doesn't know. Of course, she thinks things too much. Again. [/style] [/style][style= font-family: verdana; font-size: 6px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style][/style]

[style= height: 400px; width: 150px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/arHla.png); margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 30px; border: 3px solid #E9BC5F; border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style] [style= border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; margin-top: -14px; margin-left: 23px; height: 60px; width: 120px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]TAGS Alina TIMELINE Present NOTES Huzzah~[/style]