Post by red on Apr 1, 2013 8:40:35 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6mnUt.jpg); border: 2px dotted #FF0000; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] Like a skyscraper Skies are crying I am watching Catching teardrops in my hands Only silence, as it's ending, like we never had a chance Do you have to, make me feel like there is nothing left of me? You can take everything I have You can break everything I am Like I'm made of glass Like I'm made of paper Go on and try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground Like a skyscraper------------------------------------------ Red Riding Hood hated the weather of the day, hot and humid made her feeling all sticky and uncomfortable. Her long dark hair was held back with a piece of thin scarf, she has her thinnest possible outfit that's still appearing decent on her, but they are not helping, nothing helps, not with all the windows in her chamber widely opened, not even fanning herself made her feel less restless sitting there reading reports from the guards. Her body seems to complain throughout every single minute as she sat still. Finally, she gave up, pushing the parchment away from her and putting down that quill she closed her tired eyes attempted to take a little rest, a hand above her eyes in attempt to shield them from the sunlight streaming in from outside. Taking in deep breath and just concentrated on breathing in and out, part of her thoughts went on wondering should she get out a bit, go out in the sun, if she is lucky maybe she get to feel small breeze in the open field at the back. It sounds heavenly in compared to all these works lying on the table in front of her. But Red couldn't easily do that could she? She set herself a timing to complete this stack of work, which is by today, preferably before Bigby comes home from his patrol, knowing that these would just adding stress to his shoulders if he sees. This lady volunteered to take care of some tasks for him and with him, she wouldn't want to let her love down, especially not right now when time's tough and war is brewing on the sideline. You can do it, heaving a sigh Red sat back up straighter, rolled her shoulders before pulling the scroll forward again. She started to unroll it, but just before she started reading the text, a series of urgent knocking sounded. "Come in," she gave permission, lifting her eyes to look at the guard who let himself in. "Your royal highness, yo- you have to come with me," Said him with a panicky tone, stammering with words that barely made sense, his already pale face went paler as he spoken directly to the queen herself, "Som-someone, the kid- Red Cloak- a kid was injured!" Without a word, without wasting a second more even to demand an explanation from the guard, Red was already up and across the room, pausing just to grab a cloak and swung it over her body. "Where?" She threw the question at the guard, her face composed has never betray a hint of storm whirling inside. He took the lead at once, Red followed him through the maze of halls running across her castle. It wasn't long before she guessed where they are going: the sword room where they practices close up combats. Inside Red Riding Hood was a mess, her motherly nature kicked in as soon as she heard that one of the kids were injured, she loves every single one of them dearly, like her own. With effort she could barely holding back emotion that's trying to make it to surface. Who was it? Is it Michael? Michael is the youngest and he has always been on her mind, she would always, always worry about Michael, It won't be Wendy, she is always careful... Hansel and Gretel should be old enough to take care of themselves and of others, unless they are showing off... They should not take these training lightly, every move could lead to injuring themselves. How serious is this? Worries, oh how worries filled her whole being, every other senses were numbed, thoughts thrown out of her mind as her imaginations shown her scenes she might see when she walked into the room. She wasn't sure if her breathlessness was caused by her worries or the speed they were moving at, Red just hope it was not as bad as it sounded, and that someone is already helping the poor thing - whoever that is - with some basic first aid skills she taught them. And when they reached the door that's separating them from the training room, Red took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. The man pushed opened the door, Red Riding Hood was almost afraid of what she would see inside. [style=width: 200px; height: 50px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #000000; color: #e0e0e0; line-height: 80%; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #000; opacity: 0.7; overflow: auto; margin: 380px 0 0 5px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dashed #ff0000; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border-radius: 30px; padding: 3px;] WORD: 730 Outfit: Outing Outfit Muse: Baby Steps - TTS Note: Well... blame it on muse, I will need someone to be the one that's injured. XP NOTE: Red's Speech Red's Thoughts [/style] Lyrics: Skyscraper by Demi Lovato; Template by Paige @ LAR |