Post by SKIPPAPPAPALOOZA! on Jun 30, 2012 6:43:41 GMT -5
{desc=open, spanish novela time!}
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[STYLE=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 40px; line-height: 35px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; color: #EC7C26; text-align: left; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;]love can free us*[/style][STYLE=text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; background-color: #F3F3F3; color: #EC7C26; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; border-top: 2px dashed black; border-right: 2px solid black; padding-right: 3px;]FROM ALL EXCESS AND THE DEEPEST DEBTS[/style][STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 0px; border-right: 2px solid black; border-bottom: solid 2px black; border-left: solid 2px black; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;; background-image: url(http://i738.photobucket.com/albums/xx24/captain_georgie/POKEMON/Starly-1.jpg);][/style] [STYLE=float: right; margin-top: 104px; margin-right: -104px; width: 104px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-transform: lowercase;]kiwii at btn & ote! [/style] [STYLE=padding: 8px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; width: 276px;] voiceover: our scene is set on a lonely, desolate rocky beach somewhere on the coast of cheyenne. the waves pound the rocks with the ferocity of a lover spurned: the skies roll with intensity, thunder booms distantly. even mother nature herself feels the loneliness of this forsaken night, for it seems that nobody can be truly loved on this, the most heartbreaking night of all time. from the shallows of the water staggered a bedraggled figure. soaking wet, with his dark-coloured clothes hanging heavily from his scarecrow form, the young man - for that was what he was - shivered with each laborious step he took up towards the beach. he thought he could not survive with such a broken heart: it had been torn from his chest and shattered against these very rocks, and when he knelt to gather the pieces he had been kicked while he was down. he had nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to - and so with a few easy strides he had thrown himself from a cliff a few miles up the shore. unfortunately for him, his heartbreak would not let him die in peace and so he had drifted alone at sea until he washed up here. staggering onto dry sand, he fell to his knees and looked up to the sky, silently pleading with the dark, angry clouds to let this torment end. but they could do nothing, as they were merely clouds and were not capable of fixing the boy's problems. and so with a sigh - exhausted from his struggle with the heaving seas - he fell onto the sand and slept, breathing so shallow and light that it seemed he was not moving at all. alone on the beach - or so it seemed - he lay there, awaiting someone to chance upon him and rescue him from this deadly fate.[/style] |