Whoosa, Whatsa?! [closed to general public] Oct 1, 2012 11:37:55 GMT -5
Post by AMIRA SWIFT on Oct 1, 2012 11:37:55 GMT -5
|[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 480px; background-image: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2m5gjtu.jpg); height: 600px; padding-left: 80px;][style=opacity: 0.7; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 2px solid #111111; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; background-image: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/Hungry/eh11.png); float: left;] [/style] [style=font-family: font-family:times; font-size: 40px; padding-left: 120px; padding-right: 3px; line-height: 35px;] I WANNA MAKE,[/style][style=font-size: 13px; font-family: georgia; line-height: 13px; padding-left: 110px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify;]enough money to run my life, from the top of a mountain in the dead of night, it'll be you and me and a couple of dogs, and the rest of the world can just move on, cos I got what I want & I got what I need & there's nothing in this world but you for me. [/style]|
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No! That wasn't the only problem. Somehow - she had been unable to say no to the promoter - she had been whisked into this world of nude people. Though, they were simply dancing naked. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all. She swallowed hard and crossed her arms. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable...no, this was not Amira's scene. She did not know what to do with herself.
It was as though she had an extra appendage and had to find some sort of task for it, lest it just hang there and laze.
Her legs twitched, perhaps she should just go. She had came in, visited, and the promoter could not fault her for this not being her scene...could he? She heaved a sigh, lower lip dipped in between her teeth and she lightly bit on it. Her hand tapped the bag at her side in rhythm to the music. She was thinking, mind completely tuned out as she tried to formulate some sort of plan. Not that anything was coming to her, rather she just looked ridiculous standing in the middle of the room, staring off into space.
Well...at least there were no trolls at a strip joint. [/style]
[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; width: 430px; background-color: #474747; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 6px solid #a4c671; padding: 5px;]TAGS ! cheese,mikki,cherry. WORDS ! here. [/style]
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