Post by alyssa on Mar 10, 2012 23:27:08 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320; font-size:10px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #000000; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2048/2048203.png);background-repeat:repeat-x][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 2px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:6px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:right; width:330px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:30px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;color:000000]There was no point to Alyssa’s day other than helping to re-build her hometown, Verdanturf in midwestern Hoenn. She couldn’t say that she didn’t know why it had been practically destroyed – she knew full well at least two people that were involved. Steven Stone and Cynthia Monet, two Champions of the world past, and the two idols she’d admired since she was old enoguh to understand the differences between those who battled strictly for power, and those that battled with power. It was disappointing to know they were involved in the destruction of a place she held so dear, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had no intentions of talking to Cynthia anytime soon given the Sinnoh Champion was Lux. Steven, on the other hand, would be more ‘available’ in a way, despite the fact they didn’t get along. Don’t think about that now... she told herself, curling her lip as she finished nailing the shutters onto the herbalist’s house – one most directly affected by the explosion of the tea shop that was practically right next door. ..nothing you can do about it while you’re here. Sighing, Hoenn’s Leader glanced subconsciously over her shoulders. She was not supposed to be here at all, not unless she had a death wish. My presence must mean I have one, though... she mused silently to herself. The promise from her parents that a bullet would be put through her brain if she came within ten feet of the tiny town’s border was a very real threat, and one that she had heeded for two years. Now though, she was violating that and putting herself at risk using the power of logic and the sheer force within her to set foot into the place she called home with a relief and rebuilding effort. Rations had been handed out not long ago for lunch, and she’d seen to it that everybody helping out, both the people she’d brought and citizens that knew her alike were fed. Another sigh escaped the white-haired Leader and she stepped back, hands dropped loosely by her sides as she stared at the finished product, her gaze dulled as her mind drifted away absently. [/STYLE] [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: 143px; ] [/style][style=margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; opacity: .9; color: FFFFFF;]ALYSSA[/style] [style=float:right; width:330px; height: 40px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:16px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;]NOTES figured they can just bump into each other like "ohhai havent seen you for a while'MUSIC X-Men WORDS 367 [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: -60px;margin-left: -10px; ][/style] [style=float:right; width:170px; height: 16x; margin-top:23px; margin-left:-35px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;] CREDIT TO LUNE OF PREDORMITUM[/style][/STYLE] |