Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2012 20:18:39 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #BAB6B8; padding: 10px; border-top: 7px solid #000000; border-bottom: 7px solid #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 9px;][atrb=width,440,true][style=background-color: #030303; border: 5px solid #000000; float: right;][/style][style=color: #302A2C; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-shadow: #000000 3px 1px 4px; font-size: 20px; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 1px;]You and I are living a lie[/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-style: oblique; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 0; margin-top: -5; padding: 5px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; color: #6B6B6B; background: url(http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s129/She_IsBeautiful/background-comewithme.jpg); width: 360px;]Sick of always denying[/style][style=font-family: OCR A std; font-style: oblique; font-size: 10px; line-height: 9px; margin-top: -5; padding: 5px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; color: #6B6B6B;]Blasphemy in your eyes, spare me your pathetic lies. Sympathy I despise, just give me your chaos cries. One night he came to me and spoke the words of heresy. One day I will prevail, in other words your last day.[/style] [style=font-family: OCR A Std; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 5px; text-align: left; color: 000000;]tag: loki! words: 396 notes: ironic icon is ironic [/style] [style=width: 410px; background-color: #241821; opacity: 0.9; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #C4C2C4; text-align: justify; padding: 8px; border-top: #000000 7px solid; margin-top: 0px;]She'd heard it before she'd seen it. The shout of people and people moving away from the street had intrigued her. She didn't even make a sound as she slipped into the alleyway joining the two streets together before going round the back way, keeping in the shadows before looking round. She might not be suited up but she always carried some kind of equipment ... just in case it was needed. She was always prepared, always resourceful. She could adapt to any situation. The red headed woman poked her head round the wall, eyes clasping on the one causing the trouble and her blood froze. Quickly she moved out of sight, her hands flat against the wall her breathing becoming more heavy then before, before her hand curled into a fist. She despised every part of him and what he had done to Clint was just unforgivable to her. He hadn't been the one to experience the backlash of what he had done. She'd been there when he had been struggling to come to terms with what he had done under Loki's control, not even feeling like himself anymore. She'd had to sit there was watch him writhe in agony all because of him. It made her feel sick. It was a quick movement as she pulled the small object from her handbag, before closing the bag up again, moving the dark shades on head over her eyes. She didn't want to be recognized ... not until it was to late for the God to do anything. She new full well how he could appear and move at will, and she'd heard this had been an effective way of attacking Thor who was a lot stronger then his scrawnier younger brother. Quickly she made her way round the corner, the object in hand, making her way closer towards the green clad man before pressing the object into his back before making an attempt at grabbing his shoulder and slamming him into the wall. "Miss me? Because trust me I've been waiting to get my hands on you for a long time" she muttered through gritted teeth. Oh she had though, she'd been waiting to get him back for everything she had done. The mewling quim ... who was pathetic if the recalled correctly. And right now ... that had been for Clint, just a little thing called payback. [/style] |
[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: OCR A std; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center;]TABLE BY KEIKEI FROM BTN & OTE[/style]