Post by Lily on Apr 30, 2012 11:07:17 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=background-color: #302B2B; border: 5px solid #883A48; width: 400px; border-radius: 50px 75px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 50px 75px 0px 50px; margin: 35px 0px 0px 50px;] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn224/OppositesAttracts/Icons/tumblr_lxcmonfyCT1r529dh.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #883A48; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; margin: -25px 0px 0px -25px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #A05668; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; font-style: none; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: left; line-height: 24px; margin: 10px 0px 0px 85px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #A05668; width: 290px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 5px;] TAKE ME, I'M ALIVE [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #464040; width: 260px; height: 40px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 30px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 85px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 8px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797;] i never was a girl with a wicked mind, but everything looks better when the sun goes down, i had everything, opportunities for eternity, and i could belong to the night. eyes, your eyes, i can see in your eyes, your eyes. you make me wanna die, i'll never be good enough. [/style] [STYLE=margin: 0px 20px 0px 20px; width: 360px;] [STYLE=margin: -10px 0px 0px 0px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]tagged,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; width: 160px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]Red/Salvatore[/style] [STYLE=margin: -34px 0px 0px 180px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]words,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 180px; background-color: #464040; width: 160px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]####[/style] [STYLE=margin: -26px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]in character,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; padding: 10px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9.5px; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]"Really?" Now, 'really' is a simple word to use, but if it was spoken with a low tone, mixed with a slight husky tone and a dangerous gleam of red eyes, it tends to scare some people. A warning to some, even. Only, it didn't scare the idiotic man in front of her. "Yes, really, Miss," the waiter of this particularly fine restaurant, a pretty dumb man at that, continued stoicly, seemingly not being able to see the danger in front of him, in the form a young woman with an extremely pissed off expression. "I'm sorry, but we don't accept cards here." Lily sucked in a breathe, and blinked. Just why the heck did this restaurant not accept credit cards? What the heck is their problem? The one glass of wine she had ask for (not counting how great and exotic it was) was freaking expensive and by right, a fine restaurant like this should accept cards! She could feel her blood boiling; rare, but when it does, she always feels ready to explode, and this man in front of her feels and looks like an extremely good target. "May I inquire the reason why this particularly fine establishment doesn't accept cards, sir?" Lily's voice is positively dripping with poison now. She had a fake smile plastered on her face, sharp and deadly. "Just because, Miss," came the curt, lousy reply. To Lily now, that's equivalent to an insult. That does it. Lily stood up in a flash, and poked that waiter on his chest. "Now listen here," she snarled, her face twisting into an expression she rarely use but definitely there, "I don't know why this darling restaurant here doesn't accept credit cards, but you might as well, because unless you do, I'M. NOT.PAYING." The waiter looked slightly shocked by the transformation; well, Lily was pretty gentle and polite when she came in. It's just, what restaurant in hell doesn't accept credit cards, especially one as freaking rich as this? Just what the hell is this? She placed a hand on the table, breathing hard slightly from the outburst. "Miss..." "Do shut up!" Lily snarled again, "Unless you have something worth coming out of your ugly little mouth just shut the hell up. Don't waste time; it's worth more than you!" The waiter actually look hurt at that, and he looked around, wondering how to deal with this. He's only a new guy, and this is the first time he had to handle this kind of thing! [/style] [STYLE=margin: -26px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]notes,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; padding: 10px; height: 30px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;] This is so weird. First post with Lily's sharp side and it's so weird. X( lyrics from the pretty reckless's make me wanna die.[/style] [/style] [/style] [STYLE=margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;] template by DARKEE of BTN.[/style] |