Post by MATSUYAMA UTAU on Jun 26, 2012 15:20:27 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2d2d2d; width: 400px, bTable][style=background-color: #242424; width: 100px; height: 200px; padding: 8px;][style=border: 20px solid #2d2d2d; height: 60px; width: 60px;][style=opacity: 0.7;][/style][/style][style=float: left;][classy=tagbox]TAGS OPEN FOR ANYONE[/classy][/style][style=float: right;][classy=tagbox]WORDS IDEK[/classy][/style][classy=notebox]NOTES PLS JOIN c: [/classy] | [style=background-color: #1c1c1c; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #4e4e4e; height: 160px; overflow: auto; width: 240px;] The hands of the clock ticked away as if they were taunting her, reminding her of the short time that she had left, until she'd be asked to return to class. She had to force herself to look away from the clock, pry her gaze off of the white face, and focus on the television hanging from the wall. It wasn't turned on, and she quickly looked away from the electronic. Nothing in this room was entertaining to the eye. When was the last time she actually had a conversation with someone besides the nurse? The infirmary had become her little hide away as of late, due to her losing her last match and the embarrassment that still lingered she hardly wanted to show her face in class. That's how important tennis was to Utau Matsuyama. Alone A humorless chuckle escaped her lips as she gazed up at the ceiling. The nurse had been away for some time now, leaving utau alone in that boring room with her thoughts. She hated being alone for a long time, absolutely hated it.For the simple fact that the girl had a slight case of isolophobia. She secretly hoped that someone would walk in. Someone, Anyone. As she smoothed her fingers over the blanket that she'd haphazardly tossed over her body. Heaving a sigh, she wished to empty her mind of all her thoughts, so she closed her eyes in attempts to sleep. ''A few minutes more won't hurt.'' she'd take a nap and stay in the infirmary for a moment or two more then get right back to class. That was the plan as she drifted off. [/style][style=float: left; height: 10px; background-color: #1c1c1c; width: 50px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 8px;] [/style] [style=font-size: 8px; color: #eb686a; font-family: arial; text-align: left; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 5px;]THE PRIMADONNA LIFE, THE RISE AND FALL [/style] |
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