Post by Quennel Wren on Jan 16, 2016 18:50:02 GMT -7
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[newclass=.selena]min-height: 200px; max-height: 200px; overflow: auto; margin: 5px 0; padding-right: 5px; color: #2E2E2E; text-align: justify; font: 11px calibri; text-transform: none;[/newclass][newclass=.selena b] color: #9A69A1;[/newclass][newclass=.selena::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; border: solid 2px #fff; background: #D3D3D3;[/newclass][newclass=.selena::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]border: solid 2px #9A69A1; width: 5px; background: #9A69A1; border-radius: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.selenatag]color:#BCBCBC; font: 10px calibri; text-transform: uppercase; text-align:right; [/newclass][newclass=.selenatag a]font: bold 10px calibri!important; text-transform: uppercase!important; [/newclass]i'm so sick of that same old love | [attr="class","selena"] Going to any of the neutral areas was always a chore. It was hard to get around, you didn't know who was an enemy or an ally, and its usually smelled weird. Quennel grew up around the ocean, Aqua stayed around the ocean. Going anywhere that you couldn't catch a whiff of that salty brine made him uncomfortable. As much as he hated it, he had work to do and people to see. Mauville had someone that was supposed to be delivering something very important, and he was supposed to go there and guard them for a bit. The mission seemed like a bust, though. No one had told Quennel if it was compromised or just cancelled, or even if the time was just changed. He had been waiting at the meetup spot for over an hour. It was just a busy city street and he was dressed like any other street urchin. It was best not to show who you were affiliated with here. Still, he was just a grunt. If he got beat up, he didn't think anyone would care. He also didn't want to find himself punished for no reason. What if he left his spot now and the guy showed up? Then he would be in serious trouble and punished for it harshly. In this case, it was a lose-lose no matter what happened. So, Quennel just shivered in the street and tried not to think about what could be lurking around every corner. It was getting darker by the minute and the busy street was slowly getting more and more empty. The only light he had was the lamp he was standing under, but it occasionally flickered and buzzed into darkness for a moment or two. It was making him anxious and jumpy. This wouldn't end well. [attr="class","selenatag"]scattered and short forgive me alyssa skye |
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