Proposal

[MATTHEW GRAY]

[atrb=style, background-color: #0f0f0f][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,bTable] i thought i was rich because i had just one flower. and all i own is a single ordinary rose. the stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see. what makes the desert beautiful is that it hides a well somewhere. people don't find what they're looking for. and yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose or a little water. ― little traveler Wandering around the magical town provided Mattie with enough time to fill his camera with so much inspiration he felt jittery. Smiling to himself and checking the pictures on his camera, he stumbled before leaning to the left to avoid crashing into someone. Murmuring an apology and flashing them a dazzling smile he ran off in search of something else to capture. He took a deep breath and smiled, he hadn't felt this good in a while. He'd gone off and started living his new life, one he could control. Not that he couldn't control it before, but being away from his dad and all those pictures of his mother was lovely. Of course there was still the issue of finding a place to live maybe, he was staying in a local hotel for the meantime. He pondered the amount of canvases he'd need before he bumped into a chair. Jolted back into reality he looked around and scratched the back of his head. He was in a pleasant little setting, and a small bakery sat to his left. "A bakery?" His stomach growled and he colored slightly, digging around in his pockets for his wallet. Tugging out the object he pushed his way into the shop and looked around. It was.....bland. Wrinkling his nose looking at the blank walls it crushed his artists soul to see the place so empty looking. Walking to the counter he glanced at the sweets on display, but his hunger had abated seeing the blank place. Urges itched at his fingers, he had an idea now but what he needed was to find the owner. Maybe they'd let him paint the shop, it'd be cute and friendly and hey maybe it'd get them more customers!

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[AMIRA SWIFT]

[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] [style=height: 325px; width: 430px; background-color: #474747; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; border-left: 6px solid #a4c671;]Unfortunately for Amira, her painters had bailed on her. Something about not enough hands, and not enough time. That meant, that her bakery was still far too dull, especially for her quirky tastes. Even she was admitting it. It wasn't opening day yet, still just under a week left. However, she was nervous that if she couldn't figure something out, it would not go well. She would not leave a lasting impression what so ever. Her idea to fix this of course? Get together a bunch of sweets, and take them around the town as samplers. That was what Mattie saw when he walked in. She had heard the door open and shut from the back of the bakery, her hands wiping on her purple apron. She actually had somehow managed to get flour everywhere. There were spots on her face, in her hair - which was pulled back into a tight pony tail, on her frilly dress, but she did not really care. Her lips curled into a smile as she reached the front of the store, and thus the man. "Hello." She stated, stopping a little distance from him. Her worry deepened though as he eyed the bland walls. "Please excuse the lack of decoration, my contractors quit on me and I am still working on figuring out what to do to fix the issue." She blushed a bit. "I promise that the food is a lot better than the way that the walls and store look." She really would be writing a complaint to those wretched painters. Couldn't they have told her that they did not believe that it would be enough time sooner? Then she could have found a good company. Really. She heaved an internal sigh, and kept the smile in place a she watched the male. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; width: 430px; background-color: #474747; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 6px solid #a4c671; padding: 5px;]TAGS ! mattie. WORDS ! here. [/style] [style=-moz-transform: rotate(4deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(4deg); font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; float: right; letter-spacing: 1px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 25px;] template by rimy of ote.

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[MATTHEW GRAY]

[atrb=style, background-color: #0f0f0f][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,bTable] i thought i was rich because i had just one flower. and all i own is a single ordinary rose. the stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see. what makes the desert beautiful is that it hides a well somewhere. people don't find what they're looking for. and yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose or a little water. ― little traveler His lips curved into a smile upon seeing the owner. She was hectic and he liked it, an adorable amount of flour coated just about....everywhere on her. No surface was left untouched and she seemed so flustered. He leaned back on his heels and smiled at her warmly. "Hey, my name's Matthew Gray, I'm kind of new around here, but I'm an artist." Ideas flashed through his mind, and he saw his opening. Now he just had to be smooth about gliding into this, and maybe it would land him a job and some recognition locally. Then he'd be one step closer to being a big time artist. A couple coats of paint some cute figures and a few decent photographs would get the place looking very nice. "I can paint for you, you know since you lucked out on painters. I can give you a couple of designs and you can pick and choose which ones, it won't cost you a dime!" His hands were moving, he was talking excitedly as he grinned at her further. With his hands on his hips he glanced down at his camera, and in a spontaneous gesture of friendliness and artistic talent he snapped a picture of her, the flash bright and blinding. "I'm actually rather good if I do say so myself, so what do you say?" He rocked forward and used his thumb to wipe off some of the flour from her face, hoping he'd been able to talk his way into a new project.

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