Rained Out [Nike]

[Rama Malhan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,width:430px; background-color: #e3e3e3; border: 3px solid #d7d7d7; padding: 5px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/RrkzK.jpg'); -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px;] i'm in the business of misery [style=float: left; font-size: 12px; font-family:arial; margin: -5px 0px 5px 80px; background-color: #eb812d; padding: 3px; color: #d62f34; text-transform: uppercase; -moz-border-radius: 5px; -o-border-radius: 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-radius: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px;]let's take it from the top [/style] [style=float: left; font-size: 12px; font-family:arial; margin: 0px 0px 5px 20px; background-color: #424242; padding: 3px; color: #eb812d; text-transform: uppercase; -moz-border-radius: 5px; -o-border-radius: 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-radius: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px;]It's a matter of time before [/style] we all run out The chance of rain was obvious from a simple look at the dark black clouds that blanketed the sky and blocked out the sun. Still, quite a good deal of people wandered, going about their daily lives. Even though the threat was imminent, there was no guarantee that it would being pouring that day, or the next. Nature was a fickle mistress, after all. One such brave soul was Rama. He absolutely adored the feeling of the wind, and the smell of the air just before a storm, and the surrealness of the darkened world was quite enjoyable as well. He had no destination in mind, though he gravitated towards the nearest park out of habit. While people were completely willing to wander around the town, there was fewer people at the park than there would have, had it been a sunny day. Rama didn't mind much, as he had no intention to mingle. He was slightly dissapointed at the lack of children playing about, but it was only a minor disappointment. Today, he had no plans on messing with children. He had already gotten his fill the day before, and didn't wish to arouse too much suspicion. He wasn't yet ready to move on to the next island. As one would expect, shortly after Rama arrived at the park, droplets of rain began to fall. Sparse at first, but then they quickly gained number in number. Rama didn't start moving until it was straight up pouring, and sane individuals had already made themselves scarce. To hide from the rain, the young man made his way to the nearest public building, a rather unassuming pub. Once inside, he would shake his head like a dog, and glance around at the patrons. They were all minding their business, and making fun with their company, except the odd few who were either obviously there to drown themselves in the alcohol provided, or the rare couple who were simply alone. After a moment of standing, Rama would pull out a lollipop from his jacket, and began sucking on it; before moving to take a seat at an empty table. For now, he was content sitting alone. word count 363 tags #nike notes -- coded by grey

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[Nike Z]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style,width:480px; border-top:8px solid #000;][style=margin:-1px; background-color:#444; color:#fff; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:9px; font-family:verdana; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px #000;]+ 225 words + rama + post 2/2 done :D pleasedon'tkillme +[/style][style=float:left; margin:5px; border-radius:100%; height:100px; width:100px; border:8px solid #505050; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Z33WO.png); position:relative; z-index:1;][/style][style=float:left;padding-left:50px; font-family:georgia; text-transform:lowercase; font-size:18px; line-height:14px; color:#fff; background-color:#505050; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:1px; padding-top:1px; width:480px; text-align:right; margin-left:15px; margin-top:-90px;]with your reaper gait and scything asthma--[/style][style=float:left;padding-left:50px; font-family:georgia; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:10px; line-height:11px; color:#fff; background-color:#333; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:1px; padding-top:1px; width:480px; text-align:right; margin-left:15px; margin-top:-74px;]let me welcome you with open arms.[/style][style=width:390px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; margin-top:80px; padding-right:20px; margin-left:130px;]Damnit. Nike hadn’t managed to beat the rain to the pub, and since it was cloudy out he hadn’t bothered wearing a hat. So now his long mess of hair was heavy with rain as he walked through the doors of the building. Inside it was considerably warmer than it was out in the rain, which he was grateful for. Maybe it’ll help my hair dry, he thought as he wrung the end of his long ponytail out. Water dripped in a steady rhythm as he did. He was still on the forced vacation from work, so he was in his civilian clothes. Said clothes caused some unwanted attention since he didn’t have a shirt on beneath his open half jacket. Thinking about it that probably wasn’t a good idea since he knew it would rain at some point today. Quietly, so he didn’t draw more attention, he sat down at the nearest table. He noticed an oddly dressed man with green hair sitting at the next table over. He hadn’t seen him around the town before so he assumed he’d come in on one of the ships that had docked in the past couple days. He ran a hand through his still wet hair to help get it to dry a bit quicker and waited silently for one of the waitresses to come by. [/style]

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[Rama Malhan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,width:430px; background-color: #e3e3e3; border: 3px solid #d7d7d7; padding: 5px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/RrkzK.jpg'); -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px;] i'm in the business of misery [style=float: left; font-size: 12px; font-family:arial; margin: -5px 0px 5px 80px; background-color: #eb812d; padding: 3px; color: #d62f34; text-transform: uppercase; -moz-border-radius: 5px; -o-border-radius: 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-radius: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px;]let's take it from the top [/style] [style=float: left; font-size: 12px; font-family:arial; margin: 0px 0px 5px 20px; background-color: #424242; padding: 3px; color: #eb812d; text-transform: uppercase; -moz-border-radius: 5px; -o-border-radius: 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-radius: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px;]It's a matter of time before [/style] we all run out Rama grew bored rather quickly as he sat at his table doing nearly nothing. He would idly rap his finger against the table with a satisfying tonk as his nails met the wood. With his other hand he preoccupied himself with loudly smacking his lips as he toyed with the lollipop in his mouth. He continued to do this until a rather peculiar patron walked into the bar. Rama would watch him from the time he entered to the time he sat down. The green-haired male was going to have to start mingling soon, so he figured the best person to mingle with was this man. After a few moments, he would silently get up, and slide into a seat at the long-haired male's table. "Have some candy." he would say simply as he pulled out various candies from his pockets, and put them onto the table. No hello, or introduction, just a simple, and straightforward offer of candy. "It's delicious." Rama would add, as he crunched down on his lollipop. word count 171 tags #nike notes -- coded by grey

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[Nike Z]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style,width:480px; border-top:8px solid #000;][style=margin:-1px; background-color:#444; color:#fff; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:9px; font-family:verdana; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px #000;]+ 207 words + Rama + hopefully this will kick start my muse +[/style][style=float:left; margin:5px; border-radius:100%; height:100px; width:100px; border:8px solid #505050; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Z33WO.png); position:relative; z-index:1;][/style][style=float:left;padding-left:50px; font-family:georgia; text-transform:lowercase; font-size:18px; line-height:14px; color:#fff; background-color:#505050; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:1px; padding-top:1px; width:480px; text-align:right; margin-left:15px; margin-top:-90px;]with your reaper gait and scything asthma--[/style][style=float:left;padding-left:50px; font-family:georgia; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:10px; line-height:11px; color:#fff; background-color:#333; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:1px; padding-top:1px; width:480px; text-align:right; margin-left:15px; margin-top:-74px;]let me welcome you with open arms.[/style][style=width:390px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; margin-top:80px; padding-right:20px; margin-left:130px;]Nike allowed himself to drift into distracting thoughts as he waited for a waitress. Because of this he didn’t consciously register the noises around him until the odd male he’d noticed earlier sat down at his table. It was quite surprising and caused Nike to jump a bit as the sound of the chair sliding on the floor hit his ears. They twitched noticeably at the sound as well. What really threw the redhead for a loop was when the man offered him candy out of the blue. No name, no greeting, just the offer of candy. Nike couldn’t help but just stare at him dumbfounded. “It’s delicious.” It took a moment or two for Nike to get over his surprise enough to respond. “Um… thanks?” he said as he somewhat cautiously reached for a piece. The male was a bit unnerved by the green haired man since his expression appeared to be in a constant state of deadpan. Carefully, Nike unwrapped the candy he’d taken. It was a simple piece of butterscotch, and it didn’t appear to have been tampered with. He popped it in his mouth before shifting it to sit in his cheek, his ears giving a small twitch at the sudden sweet flavor. [/style]

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