Post by gabriel on Mar 18, 2012 19:50:31 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background-image: url('http://myprofilebackgrounds.com/myspace-backgrounds/images/Colors%20~%20Grey/BlackAndWhite-1.gif'); border-top: 5px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 5px solid #1F1F1F] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -65px;]  [/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;] [/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #1F1F1F; width: 100px; margin-left: -30px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; text-align:center; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 26px; margin-top: -342px; color: #grey]WE ARE YOUNG,[/style] [STYLE=text-align:left; margin-left: 85px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -350px; color: #grey;]TONIGHT,[/style][STYLE=font-size:9px; margin-left: 89px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 230px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; background-color: #ECECEC; border-top: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 4px solid #1F1F1F; border-right: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; border-left: 1px dotted #1F1F1F; padding: 20px; color: #5A5A5A] Gabriel didn’t know whether he was too young for this, or too old for this, or stuck somewhere in between as he’d been most of his life. It was that insane urge; the itch in his fingers that told him to go and do something. To run. And to keep running until he could outrun all his problems. He knew it wouldn’t happen; that sometime tonight, he’d come home, take a hypodermic from the box on the top shelf of his medicine cabinet and make another little track mark on his arm. It stopped the trembling, the grinding teeth, the pain. But he ran because that was what he wanted to do, dodging in and out of the deep alleys and darkened streets until he was clear of the main city. He didn’t want to be there anymore; he didn’t want to be anywhere anymore, and so he ran. Exhaustion wasn’t a problem; he’d gladly go until he collapsed and then keep going because he didn’t care. Still, Gabriel was smart enough to know what he couldn’t run across the surface of a lake. Of course, he could run around the thing and keep going… But he found himself slowing until his toes were just barely within lapping reach of the water. It almost looked like deep blue glass, though he suspected it simply reflected the night, shot up with a million stars that he could see so clearly out in the open like this. He craned his tattooed-black neck skywards, faint tendrils of white vapour wafting from his slightly open mouth towards the open air. Distraction. He needed some goddamn distraction, and the stars were doing it just fine. There were noises in the night, but he paid little attention to the rustle of bushes and trees. His fingers twitched with the need to simply move, but he forced himself to be still and distract himself with stars. words, 000. tags, open notes, - - - [/style][STYLE=text-align:right; margin-right: 8px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: -18px; color: #090909;]SO LET’S SET THE WORLD ON FIREcredits, kiwii at btn! WE’LL BURN BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN[/style] |