Post by Chiru Miki on Jul 28, 2012 11:00:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/jzy2l3.jpg); width: 450px; border-left: 15px solid #c3a0b4; -webkit-box-shadow: 0 1px 5px #888; -moz-box-shadow: 0 1px 5px #888; box-shadow: 0 1px 5px #888;, bTable][atrb=style, border-left: 9px solid #8a96a4; width: 50px] | [atrb=style,text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px][style=background: #8a96a4; margin-top: 50px; color: e9dbc8; font: 11px Tahoma;]I AM NOT A PRETTY GIRL, THAT IS NOT WHAT I DO[/style][style=background: #b2a0aa; color: e9dbc8; font: 9px Tahoma; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]I AM NOT A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS AND I DON'T NEED TO BE RESCUED[/style][style=background: #a5b2c2; color: e9dbc8; font: 9px Tahoma; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]ISN'T THERE A KITTEN STUCK UP A TREE SOMEWHERE?[/style][style=padding: 20px 20px 20px 20px; font: 11px/15px Tahoma; border-left: 3px solid #8a96a4; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4; border-bottom: 1px solid #8a96a4; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2m2w3t1.png); color: 697886;]Chiru sat on a bench, observing the crowd of people around her. The sights, smells, sounds - it was all incredibly overwhelming. It reminded her of the hubbub of a bar, minus the head-pounding headaches and grinding drunkards. The company she worked for had thought it would be wonderful publicity if they advertised their services at the fairgrounds, bringing some of their less inedible food and the real point - their dancers. They had been cycling out girls all morning, and after dancing for three hours straight, it was Chiru's turn to take a break. She was allowed to partake in the festivities for an hour before returning to work. Of course, 'partaking in festivities' wasn't exactly a thing to be enjoyed when in full geisha costume and makeup. As she watched people walk by, she sipped an already-warm cup of water. She felt disgusting, really. Chiru hadn't gotten to sleep in much, since they had had to come early, before sunrise, to help set up the tent and figure out their dance routine. The past three hours of nonstop dancing in this morbid heat had caused her to sweat, which did not feel fantastic against the silk in her kimono. There was so much going on, it was quite overwhelming. The earthbender finally stood and made her way towards a booth selling pentapus on a stick, something she had never felt before. She felt bad as she forked over the Yuans for this meal, thinking of the cute little creatures that sometimes lurked in the water underground. Chiru imagined how ridiculous she must look, with all of the white and red and black makeup on her face, eating a seafood kabob. She smiled a little, blotting her lips carefully with the back of her hand so as to not wipe off all her makeup. The makeup was pretty durable, but she was sweating on a day such as this and the last thing she needed was for it to be all over her arms and, then, her kimono. She would never hear the end of it from her boss. She stood there quietly, her green eyes searching the crowd for a familiar, or even friendly, face. [/style][style=background: #8a96a4; color: e9dbc8; font: 11px Tahoma; border-left: 3px solid #8a96a4; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]♣ tagged Open! ♣ word count 367 ♣ notes felt kind of rambly, but okay. ♣ ♣ credits template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC ♣[/style] | [atrb=style, width:20px] |
