Post by moineau on Jan 4, 2012 17:05:43 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,100][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 100%;-moz-border-radius: 100%;border-radius: 100%; height: 100px; width: 100px;background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/cTjx1.png);][/style][STYLE=margin-top:10px;margin-left:20px; -webkit-border-radius: 100%;-moz-border-radius: 100%;border-radius: 100%; height: 80px; width: 80px;overflow:hidden;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/9lQHo.png);][/style][STYLE=margin-top:10px;margin-left:40px;-webkit-border-radius: 100%;-moz-border-radius: 100%; border-radius: 100%; height: 60px; width: 60px;overflow:hidden;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/IlInm.png);][/style] | [atrb=width,330][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=height: 255px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #757575;text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 5px;]The docks. Ships, weaponry. The acrid smell of gun powder - and stale blood - never left Emil's nostrils. And it was sickening, yes, but Emil couldn't help but revel in the busy atmosphere, the bustling of soldiers proudly displaying their Nox armbands. Perhaps for others, it was a symbol of freedom. 'Freedom fighters'... An interesting concept. A struggle for liberty that may just be futile... Swine. That's how Emil tended to describe the opposition. Their presence made daily life for him a struggle to keep his emotions under control. Being surrounded by Lux most of the time, hiding in their cities on their territory made his skin prickle. That's most likely why Emil reveled in being away from Lux, and firmly in a Nox port. He was instructed to handle some minor armament of ships. Fine, lovely. At first, that mostly entailed paperwork, but with that out of the way, Emil found himself outside and among his subordinates. Comrades... and potential friends. He had also heard that the Nox leader for Hoenn was in the area. Perhaps it had been just a rumour, something that the soldiers spread among themselves to give a small burst of morale, but nonetheless... Behind his cold demeanor, he was ultimately a young man caught in an unjust conflict, and he was damn curious. Alyssa, a petite young woman with shockingly pale hair, while not exactly an idol to Emil, was nonetheless someone he greatly admired. Which is why even though he was no doubt focused on the ships and loading them correctly and safely, Emil couldn't stop his eyes from wandering the piers in search of the one and only Alyssa. [/style] |
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