Post by CHRISTIAN MORRISON on Feb 6, 2012 8:13:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:6C2811;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: Peyton[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS::[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: My Last Breath, Evanescence.[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: Oops >> Broke him.[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style] | [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/VF0Sbs.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #6C2811;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #6C2811;] "You were too late, Christian! You were too late." Even after years, the blame burned his ears as though his mothers glare could burn through his soul from miles away. Christian liked to pride himself as a good ranger, a good man. He'd never done anything that might deserve some divine punishment and he'd certainly never done anything to deserve this. He'd been a good friend, a good protector and a good boyfriend. He'd done patrol and he was also the only Ranger who'd managed to secure Damion in a cell for more than a few days. He'd been the only one to bring him in and he'd been punished! Now... he was being punished again. Peyton.. So he hadn't known the fierce and capable woman very long, but every day he was near her, Christian found himself crawling out of a dark pit of obsession and finally finding some of the light back in his life. Had he been so wrong, to want that? To hold her hand and feel warmth spreading through his arm again, to kiss her and feel his heart quicken like it hadn't for years? Had he done something so wrong to deserve everything he cared about taken away for a second time. At first, Christian hadn't worried. Rangers were often sent away to remote places and contact couldn't always be made, but then he'd asked. He'd practically begged them to tell him where she was and ... nothing. She hadn't been to work. She wasn't at home. There was only a briefly scrawled note saying she had business to attend to. Again. He hadn't noticed int time. For a moment, his footsteps stumbled, exhaustion dogging at his usually spotless appearance and dragging his feet when they stumbled. Since he'd discovered her missing, his crimson eyed beauty, he hadn't slept, hadn't stopped. There was only the search. He couldn't be too late again. He couldn't be late. Thought your girlfriend was safe? "Y-you'll s-save me... w-won't you Ch-chris?" When you attack the loved ones of some you get the punishment right back.. "It'll be okay, trouble. It'll be okay. I'm coming to get you." Think you can find us? "Ch-chris d-don't l-let him hu-hurt me!" His hand twitched around the badly drawn map, clenching it painfully so that the nails of his hand made the flesh sting and burn. It was nothing to the coldness that had settled around his heart as he clutched his gun wtih the other hand. His footsteps were desperate now, matching the rapid pounding of his heart. His breath was almost painfully thin as he rounded the last corner, bringing the gun up in the same movement. I won't be late again. I won't lose her too. "Unhand her rebel scum. Ranger's order." I won't lose you too, Peyton.[/style] |
