screw it ` open

[CIEL MONREAU]

[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; margin-bottom:-15px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right;]NOT EVERY DAY MAY GLEAM WITH SUNSHINE[/style] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#111111; font-style:italic; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:10px;]from time to time cloud and showers near.[/style]
[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true][STYLE=background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#111111; width:325px; height:325px; padding:15px; overflow:auto; text-align:justify; margin:5px;]Sigh. The weather was warm, the sun was shining brightly in the sky... It was a very beautiful day outside. It was such a shame that winter was approaching, Ciel had not gotten a chance in the summer to enjoy the warm weather -- why? Too busy with chores, trying to find a job -- even if he didn't need one, and Ciel just not wanting to go outside much. The boy sighed again. He needed to calm down, as he was quite angry, again. You would have thought that living with his rich Aunt would be a pleasure. But it wasn't, she only liked to sit on her ass and boss him around. He didn't need a career, not at the age of fifteen. Not when his Aunt was practically filthy rich and bathing in her own money. It was such a waste of time, trying to find a career for a fifteen year old boy. He knew how rich he was, he didn't need a career -- not yet, not until he was older and needed to take care of himself. But for now he had maids who would do the work for him. For now, he didn't need to freaking work for money -- he has money. Ciel opened his eyes, giving another sigh. Annoyance filled him. Sometimes, he just wished that he hadn't been given to his Aunt -- why couldn't he just be with his real parents? Why was that so hard to understand? I have a sister. he thought, but scoffed. She wasn't his sister. She was a replacement! Now, his mother and father were traveling happily with their only child. He wanted to cry. Clenching his fist, he stopped himself just in time, and wiped away what was left. Screw it. he thought, They don't give a damn about me. Who cares? His blue eyes closing, Ciel stood up, ready to leave. But he walked into someone instead. "What the -- ?" his eyes opened, glaring at the person in front of him. "How dare you walk into me? Watch where you're going!" [/style]	[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style,text-align:justify;][atrb=padding,5px,true][STYLE=border:5px solid #ffffff; margin:5px; text-align:center;][/style] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]TAG(S)[/style] noone. [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]WORD COUNT[/style] a lot. [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]MUSIC[/style] none. [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]NOTES[/style] open to everybody. c:
[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspaing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; margin-bottom:-15px; letter-spacing:1px;]THE NIGHT ALIGHT IN LIGHTNING'S GLOW[/style] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#111111; font-style:italic; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:10px;]it has stormed worse in the world already.[/style] [STYLE=text-align:right; font-size:10px; color:#e0e0e0; margin-top:-10px; margin-bottom:10px;]designed by NOWAKI of btn, lyrics from Preußenlied ( song of prussia ).[/style]

[alister]

[atrb=cellspacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 542px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/YcfHv.jpg); -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border-radius: 30px, btable][atrb=valign,top] The tall young doctor took a deep and refreshing breath as he entered Central Park. He loved to travel throughout the city on some of his free days, but for it to be beautiful weather as well? What a rare occurrence, he thought to himself while glancing towards the brightly lit sky. The warmth from the shining sun seeped through his black shirt and made him smile. As he continued walking through the park, he raised his right arm and took a large bite out of a red apple that seemed to glow from the sun's rays. "Damn, these are the days I live for", he muttered, unconcerned with whether someone thought he was crazy for talking to himself. By the time he had finished his apple, Alister had barely made any distance through the park. As people passed him it was obvious he was walking extremely slow. And why wouldn't he? Especially on a such a wonderful day. While continuing through the park down an alternate path, Alister opened his folder that he held in between his left arm and left side. It was a patient's file. One he had been diligently working on. The young doctor's determination and deep involvement with his cases and patients was not out of character for him. He had always felt a strong bond to those he met in the emergency room of Mount Sinai Hospital. Especially those who were terminally ill. As he shifted through the pages in the folder, Alister's attention transferred from his walking to his own messy handwriting scribbled all over the sheet. What the hell is up with my handwr--, he began to think before he was abruptly interrupted by a young boy who stood up and collided with him. "What the -- ?", the boy shouted while glaring at Alister, "How dare you walk into me? Watch where you're going!" The doctor's eyes widened as the young boy rudely shouted at him. "I'm so sorry.", Alister replied as a few sheets from his file slipped out of the folder in his left hand. "Crap", Alister muttered while kneeling down to pick up the papers. As he stood back up Alister stared directly at the young boys face with a half smile, "And that's why you shouldn't read while walking", he joked while letting out a small chuckle.

MADE BY BUBBLES OF BTN AND SA