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Post by MATTHEW (SHY) GRAY on Feb 24, 2013 15:00:26 GMT -5
[newclass=.in01]width: 120px; background-color: #000; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 14px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: 5px;[/newclass] | [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,435,true][atrb=vAlign,top] ❝ RUN FOR COVER, MY SENSE OF FEAR IS RUNNING THIN. ❞ WORDS 000 TAGS open NOTES wake his ass up! | [atrb=vAlign,top] IT WAS way too early to be dealing with people. Shy sighed and trudged his way from his apartment, forgetting to lock the door and having to turn around halfway down the street to go back. He'd spent the better part of the night painting, evident by the caked oils beneath his nails and the small faded streaks of color on the back of his neck and his arms. Washing and dressing had been a hectic affair when he woke up an hour late, dangerously close to being late for work. Walking down the street he rubbed his chest, trying to calm his racing heart as he pulled his hair up into it's typical ponytail. "Man what a drag." Squinting up at the sky he noted the lack of clouds wit a frown, not looking forward to spending the better part of his day locked up in the shop. Walking through the door he grunted and nodded toward the owner, who clicked his tongue but smiled anyway. Shoving his bag in the back room he trudged miserably to the front desk and sat heavily on the stool he'd drug over the first day he started. Waiting until the owner left, Shy was proved trustworthy enough to leave by himself, he slouched on the counter and buried his head in his arms, quickly dozing off into a deep sleep. | | |
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HAZEL MOORE
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Post by HAZEL MOORE on Feb 24, 2013 19:04:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] "Books!"The crisp morning made it lovely to walk the small town. Granted, Hazel actually had some things she planned to purchase, but as for now, she was more than content to simply pass by the older buildings. The smell of newness lingered in the air. With spring buds finally giving way to aromatic flowers and the sounds of young livestock, Hazel practically skipped along happily. She had past by the book store numerous times. It wasn't as if her own home wasn't stocked up with books as it was. Still, there was always a bit of charm to go along with an older book store. Coming to a stop in front of said book store, Hazel looked threw the glass. She could almost smell the old books and worn pages. Tentatively opening up the door, a few bells above her chimed as she entered. Allowing the door to fall behind her with a rather loud smacking noise, she browsed the first few isles. Blue eyes checked individual titles as Hazel occasionally reached out to touch an interesting looking novel. Browsing through the fiction and fantasy eventually gave way to some ancient looking gardening books. Intrigued, the young woman grabbed one and flipped the pages. Dust blew up, causing her to sneeze, a loud albeit feminine sound. After seeing a few diagrams on some antique farming equipment Hazel decided to tuck the book under her arm. Circling around the shop she began to amass a rather interesting pile of books in her arms. Ranging from self-help to fantasy and everything in between, it looked as if she could barely carry everything she stuffed into her arms. Heading to the back where the check out was, Hazel let out another sneeze, causing her to drop all the books. They fell heavily, causing the loud thumping to echo around the shop. "God freaking damnit." Hazel muttered, bending down to pick up the assortment of books she had allowed to fall. "One of these days self, you're gonna hurt yourself with being so clumsy." The woman scolded herself, uncaring if anyone saw her.
OOC: Hazel is loud.  |
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