making her way downtown [ open ]

[NOVA CENTARI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #e7e7e7; width: 480px; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 60px; border-top: 1px dotted #bfbfbf; border-right: 1px dotted #bfbfbf;] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 30px; color: ffffff; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 3px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #c1c1c1; width: 370px;]AND AT LAST I SEE THE LIGHT[/style] [STYLE=background-color: d7d7d7; color: 94849c; text-align: right; width: 340px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -35px; border-top: 1px dotted #c1c1c1;]AND IT'S LIKE THE FOG HAS LIFTED[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv246/Jailbait1313/Anis%20Yamamoto/th43.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border: 4px solid #d2d2d2; float: right; margin-top: -80px;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv246/Jailbait1313/Anis%20Yamamoto/th43.png); width: 70px; height: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; border-bottom-left-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; border: 4px solid #d2d2d2; float: left; margin-top: -24px;] [/style] [STYLE=text-transform: lowercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; width: 260px; color: 695e6c; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 80px;]❝ ALL THOSE DAYS WATCHING FROM THE WINDOWS ALL THOSE YEARS OUTSIDE LOOKING IN ALL THAT TIME NEVER EVEN KNOWING JUST HOW BLIND I'VE BEEN NOW I'M HERE BLINKING IN THE STARLIGHT NOW I AM HERE SUDDENLY I SEE STANDING HERE IT'S ALL SO CLEAR I'M WHERE I'M MEANT TO BE ❤ ❞[/style] [STYLE= background-color: d2d2d2; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; border-top: 3px solid #cacaca; border-bottom: 3px solid #cacaca; color: 655b68; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; -moz-border-top-right-radius: 30px;] Sometimes jobs got a bad reputation, something that one particular worker knew rather well. Both of her places of employment had negative connotations added to them - one of them encouraged alcoholics to come to her instead of going home and drinking away their sorrows and their money instead of going home to their (possible) families. The other was to please men visually in a way that only showing skin could do. Well, showing skin and twirling around a bar erotically, actually. Nova however, didn't care about the negative notes that people placed on her work places. She enjoyed standing behind a bar night after night, cleaning glasses and hearing tales of woe. She had learned very fast how to read people, how to see past the alcohol-induced haze and see the troubled souls that came to her, had made friends in the boozers that the rest of the worled looked down on. Some of her closest friends were those at the lowest point of the food chain and sometimes she felt a sense of sadness for the men who came to her simply because she could give them something to help them forget. It was one of those nights, a night when she'd been surrounded not by the happy drunks that the bar brought on occassion, but a sad group of men who had come from losing their jobs from some big, corporate entity. She had filled their glasses and listened to their tales, listened to them as someone with a degree might. They were probably more honest with her than they were with their therapists anyways, with the truth serum helping the words bubble from their lips. When closing time had come, she had taken the tab upon herself - something she did more often than she probably should - and sent them on her way. It was nights like that, the one she had just had, that made her want to do some good. She knew that when she left the bar, when she put on "respectable" clothes and walked her way home, that she would be going home to someone who cared about her and someone who would make her happy. The men who had left, they might not have the same luxury. It was with thoughts of said luxury that she had made her decision and sent them on their way. Sirius had, after all, not required her to pay rent as she moved herself into his place, taking over in the way only a girlfriend could. She had luck, and a reasonable income thanks to her "nonrespectable" employment options. She could deal with that cost. As she closed the door to the bar behind her, Nova sunk her hand into her bag, pulling out a hoodie and a pair of track pants. She shoved them on over her far colder clothes, not even caring to take them off. She glanced around briefly, pocketed two of her pokeballs and made her way through the trees that lead her home. Pushing the hood back from her head, her hair was freed and caught in the wind, cooling her face. It was refreshing in a way, even if it was cold out. Maybe she ought to find someone to talk to her worst-case-scenario customers probono, so that they could perhaps return home without fear that they would find their wives and children gone. Nova pushed onwards against the wind, not caring about how cold her face was getting, just looking to make it to her destination. [/style] [STYLE= arial narrow; text-align: right; color: f6f6f6; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #a5a5a5; margin-top: -30px; font-style: italic;]I SEE THE LIGHT, ZACHARY LEVI & MANDY MOORE[/style] [STYLE=color: 514854; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right;]TAG ⋆ open. NOTES ⋆ 589words. CREDITS ⋆ rayah! of btn[/style]