Teaching Demons
Sept 29, 2011 22:47:01 GMT -8
Post by ~Mifune~ on Sept 29, 2011 22:47:01 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #571B7e; padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; padding-left: 26px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i756.photobucket.com/albums/xx203/Blacky-iconz/Katekyo%20Hitman%20Reborn/Kokuyo%20Gang/7KHR2.png); border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i756.photobucket.com/albums/xx203/Blacky-iconz/Katekyo%20Hitman%20Reborn/Kokuyo%20Gang/7KHR2.png); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i756.photobucket.com/albums/xx203/Blacky-iconz/Katekyo%20Hitman%20Reborn/Kokuyo%20Gang/7KHR2.png); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i756.photobucket.com/albums/xx203/Blacky-iconz/Katekyo%20Hitman%20Reborn/Kokuyo%20Gang/7KHR2.png); border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=color: #ebebeb; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 405px; margin-top: -3px; background-color: #333333; border-left: 10px solid #000000;]The Demon Shouts, Enraged At The Gods, As He Swallows The Sky[/style] [style=border-bottom: 10px solid #000000; color: #ebebeb; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] .//THE REAL ✗ [/style] [style=border-left: 10px solid #000000; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] I ducked through the halls quickly and quietly. From the corner of my eyes I could see the academy students surrounding my shadow, and staring at my with excitement. In some I could see great potential. I kept walking, trying to ignore the admiring gaze of the academy students. As I continued down the rusty blue hallways I finally reached the class I was assigned to. My nerves had finally began to catch up with me and I could fell the mission dossier in my hand feverishly vibrate in my hands. Why am I so nervous to speak now? I had never had a problem speaking in public before, so what difference could it possibly make that I'm teaching these brats now? At the last minute I swallowed my fear and slid the doors open, then hesitantly strode into the classroom. To my surprise this was the only part of the building that had not changed. The classroom was the same disgusting teal blue they had been when I was there prisoner for 6 hours a day. The desk were still pretty basic and uniform: four wooden tables separated along the elevated steps that climbed steadily towards the back of the wall. Even the students were no different, they had the same bored and unimpressed expressions on their face even before I had entered the room. My usual calm demeanor was suddenly revitalized. These kids were exactly as I was when I was there age. They just wanted me to get in and occupy their time with something, at the very least, long enough to help past time on the clock until 3:30. Luckily for these kids i had been in their shoes not too long ago, and I was prepared to give them them most thrilling stories they would ever here. [/style] [/style] [style=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -20px;]POSTING TEMPLATE MADE BY DARKEE OF ON THE EDGE![/style] |
