Post by alyssa on Dec 30, 2011 17:08:02 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]Alyssa pulled her hoodie strings tighter around her head, closing the gap between her hood and the sides of her head to shut out the wind from whipping through her hair and ears. The long, white strands that fell to her ribcage stuck out in two even clumps on either side of her neck. A cold breeze whipped through Canalave City and churned the ocean beneath her feet as she crossed the bridge. The phone in her pocket had been silent for some time now, and Alyssa understood that as her friend had no questions or complaints as to where they were meeting or when. She smiled a little when she looked up, although she squinted against the harsh wind that sent chills down her back. She wasn’t used to Sinnoh’s winters, seeing as she was almost always prepared for Hoenn’s which, compared to Sinnoh’s, were rather warm (simply going to show the contrast in Sinnoh’s climate from the tropical one of Hoenn). I didn’t dress for this... she thought, shivering before quickly ducking under the roof of the restaurant where she had agreed to meet Volkner. They had managed to contact each other after many years, partially because of the white-haired Veteran Trainer’s persistance at trying to find past friends of hers ever since she became Hoenn’s Leader. She’d spent time pooling resources she could afford to use into finding contact information on some stronger people she’d met in the past that she knew would make powerful allies. Volkner was one of those people. Since they first battled seven years ago, Alyssa had fallen out of contact with the yellow-haired Gym Leader thanks to her determination to accomplish her own goals, but with the rise of the war that had all changed. After a few rounds of phone-tag they had finally been able to speak, and quickly decided that a bit of a reunion and catch-up over lunch was in order. I wonder how he’s been...or how he’s changed... she asked herself silently. She’d heard rumors that he’d withdrawn from people and become rather bored with his position as Gym Leader, often casting challengers aside simply because they...didn’t amuse him? I wonder why that is... she mused silently, biting her lip a bit. With any luck, the place would be rather empty, which meant they could discuss matters of some privacy with relative ease without fear of being overheard. Now just to wait... [/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 Alyssa's looking forward to seeing you again Volky MUSIC Friends intro WORDS 417 [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] |