Ending the day early (Flea)

[Coy]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; color:#2a3c43; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-left: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-bottom: 3px solid #2a3c43;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 8px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; font size: 12px;]I walk along the city streets[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]So dark with rage and fear[/style] [style=font-family: courier; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: uppercase; font size: 15px; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;] And I, I wish that I could be that bird And fly away from here [/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 15px; color: 3b4244; font-family: times new roman; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #2a3c43; size: 10px;] Flea gave a little gasp of both surprise and delight. He almost did a little bounce of joy but decided that would be a bad move, seeing as he was on Alyssa's back. "You mean it?" he breathed out. "You'll let me go?" His joy bubbled out inside him until he could no longer hold it in. A long, happy laugh escaped him and it rang throughout the alley. "Oh! Thank you so much! Atlas will be grateful.." Oops.. Maybe he shouldn't have spoken the last part. Dang-it, dang-it! But his last words didn't bring him down so much. The sun was still in the sky and he would make it home in time for supper; there should be no complications with his family. He wouldn't be confined to the house with Switch! He was so giddy that he gladly answered her last question without much thought. Bad, bad idea. "Atlas and Switch are my life! So is Crow! Without them, I would never have recovered." Inwardly he winced. Now she would wonder, recovered from what? Judging by his last mistake, he would have to chose his next words very carefully, for these were the most important. He had to make it look like he could be in school- even though he couldn't because of his illegitimate guardians- but not lie either. He was a terrible liar, and it was clear that Alyssa was a good lie detector. This was a toughie... "You see.. he started out, stretching out every syllable to give himself more time to think. "I don't really go to school.. uh.. because, well.. I have chores?" he meekly finished, knowing that what he had said was the worst lie-truth in the history of covering up! Chores? Really? Didn't everyone in the lower class have tons of those? None of the other's kept them from going to school.. He was now it load of trouble and Alyssa had the advantage. Oh darn. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― fusao "FLEA"[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; color: b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size: 5px;]TAGGED: TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]WORD COUNT: 325 WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]NOTES: Sorry that I couldn't match your words![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]CREDITS: template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Aatiyah]

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[style=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-size: 26px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; margin-top: -50px; margin-bottom: -27px;]have you heard of the big bad wolf?[/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -50px;]that lives to steal and eats for pleasure[/style]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=bordercolor,000000,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2ppa59f.jpg,true] [style=float:left;width:300px; height: 316px; padding:3px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; background-color: #c0c0c0; overflow: auto; filter: alpha(opacity=25); -moz-opacity: .5; opacity:.5; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 4px;] Alyssa scoffed out loud. She wasn't stupid. Who was this new person Crow? and just what did they help Flea recover from? Glancing to her side she felt even unease at letting go home. His best excuse for not going to school was chores...that sounded like a upper class persons issue. Unless he was warning her this entire time because he is part of the upper class. Could Atlas, Crow and Switch be code names for some upperclass aristocrats? It wasn't uncommon that upper class kids would dress as the lowerclass for dares and laughs. Alyssa didn't feel as if that was the case with this one. Upperclass people never aided each other just feuded for power positions a lot so the idea of Flea getting aid must be something lower class. Alyssa shook her head. She was starting to get a headache with all of these conspiracies and possibilities. Her side started to ache as well but she didn't want to put him down, not until they were closer to her house. Yes, her house. She still intended him to go with her until the morning where he could do whatever he pleased but it was getting dark and walking half way didn't suit the mother hen to well. She wasn't proud of lying to him and she wasn't a great liar just a tactful one. "If you really wanted to go home you would be more honest with me...for all you know I could be a mass murder with a sweet face. No worries though I am not, but I must ask who is Crow? Why don't you really go to school? Its no business of mine of what you are recovering from but I should know at least the basics. You are in my custody now." She sighed and looked at Flea. She should have just left him to his own adventures, her brothers would soon have to be out on their own just the same. Yet she wasn't ready for that. Not in this world...not this century. [/style]

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[Coy]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; color:#2a3c43; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-left: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-bottom: 3px solid #2a3c43;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 8px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; font size: 12px;]I walk along the city streets[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]So dark with rage and fear[/style] [style=font-family: courier; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: uppercase; font size: 15px; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;] And I, I wish that I could be that bird And fly away from here [/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 15px; color: 3b4244; font-family: times new roman; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #2a3c43; size: 10px;] Flea's face grew pinkish. Of course she would catch his fib, he had been certain of that. But he didn't know what to say next, just to squirm. He noticed the sky growing darker and that Alyssa was not heading anywhere near his home. "Wait, he squeaked out. "Aren't you taking me near my house? I need to get home!" He was growing panicky now. She had lied to him! She had told him that she was taking him home! What was he to do now? Atlas would be getting worried by this time, and neither Switch nor Crow would be happy. If he just answered her questions there was a chance she would let him go. But there was another greater chance that she wouldn't see his home as a fit enough place. Finally, after much thought, he decided he would give her some answers, but be as vague as he could. "Fine," he spoke grudgingly. "I'll tell you.. Crow is a friend, he lives with us. I'm not to go to school because the people wouldn't let me. Happy?" Of course, he assumed she wouldn't be. But he hoped that those answers would be good enough for now. "Please Alyssa," he begged. "If you disappeared suddenly, your parents would surely worry. My guardians will be panicked! I need to get home!" [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― fusao "FLEA"[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; color: b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size: 5px;]TAGGED: TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]WORD COUNT: 223 WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]NOTES: Sorry that I couldn't match your words![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]CREDITS: template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Aatiyah]

[style=padding-top:70px;] [/style]
[style=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-size: 26px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; margin-top: -50px; margin-bottom: -27px;]have you heard of the big bad wolf?[/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -50px;]that lives to steal and eats for pleasure[/style]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=bordercolor,000000,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2ppa59f.jpg,true] [style=float:left;width:300px; height: 316px; padding:3px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; background-color: #c0c0c0; overflow: auto; filter: alpha(opacity=25); -moz-opacity: .5; opacity:.5; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 4px;] Alyssa sighed, she seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, it must be her old age getting to her. She still noticed the boys rather vague answers but at least he attempted to answer her. "It isn't like you told me exactly where you live...and something tells me you are not going to be easy to disclose that information. So either accept the ride to my home willingly or I will dump you in the swamp area nearby. Switch and these other people better learn how to take care of a child better if they want to keep you alive. Alyssa adjusted Flea on her side and held onto him a bit more tightly to show how serious she was. She wasn't sure what it was about children but she just couldn't watch them face the world alone...not like how she was. Alyssa's eyes glassed over. She was recalling the time her mother forgot to pay the rent and Alyssa had to fight off local animals from attacking her brothers for a few weeks until they were back in their "house". No, she didn't want that for anyone especially little children. Her silver/white hair was being to breeze into her face and a chill went down her back. Just 20 more minutes and the would be at the cross section. "Care to tell me where you live? [/style]

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -23px; color: #B7CEEC;]this is made by zingara of on the edge![/style][style=padding-bottom: 40px;] [/style][/center]

[Coy]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; color:#2a3c43; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-left: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-bottom: 3px solid #2a3c43;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 8px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; font size: 12px;]I walk along the city streets[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]So dark with rage and fear[/style] [style=font-family: courier; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: uppercase; font size: 15px; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;] And I, I wish that I could be that bird And fly away from here [/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 15px; color: 3b4244; font-family: times new roman; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #2a3c43; size: 10px;] Flea wrestled with the thought for a bit. If he showed her where he lived she might try to figure out more. Like why it was in the very back of the lower class, or why he had to knock a certain way to get in. There were many suspicious signs around the house, but then it was dark now. Things were harder to spot in the night. Oh but when he arrived.. He would be in a huge load of trouble.. Heaving a large sigh, Flea finally gave in. The ups outweighed the downs. When he was home at least he would have the gang to help him get out of any trouble. But then if everything went well, Flea would just be able to run into the house and Alyssa would be able to head home. The trouble could stop there. "I'll tell you where I live," Flea firmly stated. "When we reach the cross section, turn left. From there I can give more specific directions." He left a moment of short silence envelop them. The night was quiet and calm; a few stars were starting to show their faces in the night sky. Soon they would flood the sky and begin their dance, twinkling and flashing about. Flea loved to watch the stars with the gang. At night, Switch and Atlas would tell grand stories about their adventures and how they reached Kincho. Though, Flea suspected Switch stretched his stories much more. There was a slim chance that he really fought off a gang of bears with his bare hands. Flea tried to shrug off the emerging smile, but he couldn't. Living with the gang was the best thing that ever happened to him. They were like a group of brother, no, they were brothers. That's what Atlas had told him. They were a family, even if not by blood. Family are the people you love, not just the people related to you. ”Alyssa,” he quietly said, ”I don't care what you say, Switch, Atlas, and Crow know perfectly well how to take care of me. They're the best thing that ever, ever happened to me..” [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― fusao "FLEA"[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; color: b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size: 5px;]TAGGED: TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]WORD COUNT: 359 WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]NOTES: It's okay! My word count has been small for the past few posts too.[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]CREDITS: template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Aatiyah]

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[style=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-size: 26px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; margin-top: -50px; margin-bottom: -27px;]have you heard of the big bad wolf?[/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -50px;]that lives to steal and eats for pleasure[/style]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=bordercolor,000000,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2ppa59f.jpg,true] [style=float:left;width:300px; height: 316px; padding:3px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; background-color: #c0c0c0; overflow: auto; filter: alpha(opacity=25); -moz-opacity: .5; opacity:.5; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 4px;] Alyssa nodded and remained silent as they headed towards the cross section. She could understand how Flea felt but she also wanted to make sure he wasn't be taking advantage of. The best thing to ever happen to Alyssa was for her mother to physically not be in the home. Yes, she missed the motherly affection and embrace of comfort in the middle of the night when local gangs would break into neighbors homes and do as they wanted. She wanted to be held but it was either be held in the demon's arms or stand on her own two feet. Her two still growing feet. Just before they reached the cross section Alyssa placed Flea down and proceeded to stretch her limbs. She was a pretty fast walker and could cut time out for the both of them but the extra weight after her long day as making her a bit sleepy and stiff. "Don't run little one. I can run right after you and run a lot faster." Alyssa glanced up at him in her stretches and took note of the stars in the sky. They would be home soon...or he would be. She lived much further down the road. Luckily he mentioned the left path because it would have been a pain to walk back to get home. If she wasn't home in the next hour she knew her brother would worry about her. Alyssa took a sit on the barren dirty ground. It was a cross section for thieves but she didn't worry for some reason. It was still a little to early for them to be out. Tell me about them. Tell me what you can about them. You obviously try not to cause them trouble. Insisting on doing everything on your own. I bet you cook for yourself, clean, and travel alone just to make sure not bother them. At least that is what I think. You love them so much you don't want to be a burden, love them so much you want to obey their rules and make their lives easier. Tell me about them. Switch, Atlas and...Crow. They wouldn't talk long but she wasn't sure if this would be the last time she saw the boy named Flea. [/style]

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -23px; color: #B7CEEC;]this is made by zingara of on the edge![/style][style=padding-bottom: 40px;] [/style][/center]

[Coy]

[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=3][atrb=style, width: 100px; border: 5px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, height: 30px]	[rs=3][atrb=style, width: 100px; border: 5px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, height: 30px]	[rs=3][atrb=style, width: 100px; border: 5px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, height: 30px]		[rs=3][atrb=style, width: 20px]
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[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43]

[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; color:#2a3c43; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-left: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-bottom: 3px solid #2a3c43;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 8px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; font size: 12px;]I walk along the city streets[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]So dark with rage and fear[/style] [style=font-family: courier; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: uppercase; font size: 15px; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;] And I, I wish that I could be that bird And fly away from here [/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 15px; color: 3b4244; font-family: times new roman; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #2a3c43; size: 10px;] As soon as he was set on solid ground again, Flea let out a sigh of relief. His legs had been starting to become numb, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. The pins-and-needles sensation drove him crazy. After hopping about a bit to loosen his muscles, he acknowledged Alyssa's statement and nodded at her remark at not running. Earlier in the day he might have attempted it, but at this time it would be both futile and dangerous. Thieves could lurk in any corner and with the darkness enveloping them the enemy would have the advantage. Even if Alyssa did take him home, he would rather be with her than in some bandits hands. However, if she hadn't bothered him then he would have been home much, much earlier... Plus he would be rid of this sticky situation. The night had now fully taken over the city. The stars were all out, and the sky looked like it was filled with millions of lightning bugs. It was a beautiful sight. With Alyssa still stretching and his legs loosened, Flea decided to sit down and take it all in. An owl hooted off to his right, up in a tall pine. Flea answered its call; cupping his hands over his mouth to make the sound deeper and travel further. He was about to call to the bird once again when Alyssa's second question interrupted him. Smiling at how wrong she was, he hugged his knees. Of course, no ages could be given out while discussing his friends, but he didn't need ages to show her that they were wonderful. "No, no," he softly giggled. "That's not the case at all. We care for each other, and we all accept the help that the others give. Switch cooks for everyone, that's his job. Cooking and cleaning. Atlas has him all cooped up because he's too much of a free-spirit. Switch is kind and gentle, but at times he can become a little too rough for his own good. So the toughest of us all is stuck cooking and tidying up. Atlas is the responsible one. The wise one. He knows everything! Without Atlas, we'd all be terribly lost. Crow is funny, most like my brother. He loves to sail and adores the sea. I prefer the sky. By day, we all go our separate ways; like in most families. But at night is our time together. I don't want to be a burden because I don't want any of them to worry about me. Atlas is already stressed enough, and he doesn't need anything else to bother about.." He trailed off, afraid that he had said too much. But what could Alyssa gain from some personality traits? As long as he didn't mention ages, Flea was good to go. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― fusao "FLEA"[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; color: b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size: 5px;]TAGGED: TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]WORD COUNT: 467 WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]NOTES: finally i was able to type up a longer post! xD[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]CREDITS: template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Aatiyah]

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[style=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-size: 26px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; margin-top: -50px; margin-bottom: -27px;]have you heard of the big bad wolf?[/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -50px;]that lives to steal and eats for pleasure[/style]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=bordercolor,000000,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2ppa59f.jpg,true] [style=float:left;width:300px; height: 316px; padding:3px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; background-color: #c0c0c0; overflow: auto; filter: alpha(opacity=25); -moz-opacity: .5; opacity:.5; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 4px;] Alyssa smiled at the descriptions given to her. They seemed to be a real family, a real solid family with everyone having a role. The idea of them eventually splitting apart from each other tug at Alyssa's heart a bit. A little too much so. She stiffed back a tear. She wondered if this was how her brothers thought. If they could say the same thing. How did they really feel with mother and father not being there. Was she the older responsible sister or did she become the everything role for them? Was she home enough? Did she give them enough freedom to learn about the world without dying in it? All these questions came to her but she knew this wasn't the time to try and answer them. She had a feeling she would have been home by now if she didn't have the boy with her. Hell she had a feeling he would be home as well but it wasn't often she talked to anyone even in school since people didn't have the same type of lifestyle she did. She was the bottom of the lower class trying to make it to the middle of it. She laughed at the idea internally but she knew it wouldn't be long. She was going to to succeed and become something. She just nodded as Flea went on but she didn't interject. "I am not going to ask for you to introduce me to them but I hope to see you again to know that you are in peace. If you live in the further regions of the lower class region then we don't have much to go but if you live just at the end of the road then I can leave you here. If you live near me then we can run it. Alyssa stretch upwards and smiled at Flea. She knew she would have to talk with her brothers and have time to reflect. Perhaps this weekend, no, she had to work. It would best be when she was dreaming thinking of the next day and the next day until eventually it would be 10 years in the future where she would marry into the upper class. Marry into the upper class. She laughed inside but there was a slim chance. [/style]

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -23px; color: #B7CEEC;]this is made by zingara of on the edge![/style][style=padding-bottom: 40px;] [/style][/center]

[Coy]

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[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; border-top: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43]

[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style, background:#768b93; color:#2a3c43; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-left: 3px solid #2a3c43; border-bottom: 3px solid #2a3c43;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 8px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; font size: 12px;]I walk along the city streets[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]So dark with rage and fear[/style] [style=font-family: courier; color: #b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: uppercase; font size: 15px; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;] And I, I wish that I could be that bird And fly away from here [/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 15px; color: 3b4244; font-family: times new roman; background: #90a5ac url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #2a3c43; size: 10px;] A happy sigh escaped Flea's mouth. It coursed throughout his body and gave him hope. Perhaps now they would be safe. It seemed as if Alyssa finally saw what made his family great. Now maybe she truly did see that he was safe. ” Thank you, Alyssa. Thank you very, very much.” He sighed again and then stood up. Time to move on. ”I'm not sure where you live, but I'm staying in the back part of the lower class.” Flea stood up and decided to have a bit of fun. ”Hey! Alyssa! I'll race you, to the end of the path. That's where my house is!” And with a childish grin he took off running. The wind tousled his hair and puffed out his jacket. He could hear the thud, thud of his sandals striking the ground. Up in the distance his gaze locked on a small house, and the harder he pushed his legs the faster the house began to grow bigger and bigger, closer and closer. The closer he got, the more he could see a figure stranding outside. It was a older boy, looking to be around the age of eighteen or nineteen. Fair blond hair sat underneath a knitted cap. He was pacing back and fourth, back and fourth- hands clasped behind his back. From a small side road emerged another boy, a bit younger than the first. Most likely aged at fifteen or sixteen with tousled brown hair. He ran up to first and began to talk quickly, offering a helpless shrug. The eldest threw his face into his hands and shook his head, clearly worried out of his mind. From inside the small house a head peeked out from the doorway. A boy of about fourteen with a mass of black curly hair held down by a brown cap. He called out to the pair of boys, getting only head shakes in response. The other boy frowned and then disappeared back inside. This scene somehow motivated Flea to push his aching legs hard, faster. ”Atlas!” he called out, breathlessly. ”Switch!” The two figures turned to face him, joy upon their faces. Flea gave a little extra burst of energy and charged up to the eldest boy, leaping into his arms. ”Oh, Flea! Flea, Flea, Flea, where have you been?! You've had us all worried sick!” Flea buried his head into the boy's shoulders. ”It's okay, Atlas. I'm here now..” The brown-haired boy trotted over, playfully shaking his head. ”Ah, so the little Flea has returned!” He playfully punched Flea's arm, laughing. From inside, the last boy emerged. Atlas set Flea down. ”Flea! You're back!” Flea just smiled and hugged the boy. After the short reunion, Flea turned around and glanced over his shoulder. He offered a large wave and called out, ”Alyssa, thank you again! I'm home! [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #0e1f25; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― fusao "FLEA"[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; color: b8c7cd; padding: 0px 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size: 5px;]TAGGED: TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]WORD COUNT: 474 WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]NOTES: ahh! so close to breaking 500![/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: b8c7cd; border-top: 1px dotted #2a3c43; margin-bottom: -15px; size:8px;]CREDITS: template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#768b93;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
	[cs=3][atrb=style, height:10px; background:#768b93;]

[Aatiyah]

[style=padding-top:70px;] [/style]
[style=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-size: 26px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; margin-top: -50px; margin-bottom: -27px;]have you heard of the big bad wolf?[/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -50px;]that lives to steal and eats for pleasure[/style]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=bordercolor,000000,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2ppa59f.jpg,true] [style=float:left;width:300px; height: 316px; padding:3px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; background-color: #c0c0c0; overflow: auto; filter: alpha(opacity=25); -moz-opacity: .5; opacity:.5; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 4px;] Alyssa blinked twice and shook her head to compromise what just happen. She asked him not to run didn't she. She listened to his trailed off words and all she really heard was "race" and "house". Looking at the smile on Flea's face and the few words she caught she smiled back and jogged behind him. Her legs were much longer and she was pretty sure she could leave him in the dust. She didn't want to beat the kid so she settled for just being a few arm lengths away from him in case anything happened to him. The sound of sandals clapping on the ground and it alerted her to just how fast his little legs were going. In mid stride Alyssa took of her shoes to decrease the amount of noise she was making. She had a strange feeling that someone was nearby and was staring at her. But since the area was pretty much clear up until the end of the cross roads she didn't focus on it too much. Not nearly as much as her trying to catch up with Flea. The chill wind blew through Alyssa's clothing and frost her to the bone. It felt as it was almost going to snow, but that couldn't be right, it wasn't the time. Perhaps rain? Soon the houses came into view and several distinct figures seemed to be there standing. Waiting. She didn't hear all of what Flea said earlier, so Alyssa thought those were either robber, gang members or Flea's family. There was a boy older than Alyssa, probably just 3 or 4 years give or take with blond hair. He was pacing back and forth, and for some reason she imagined his name to be Atlas. He just felt like an Atlas to her or possibly Switch. There was another one perhaps the same age, or just a bit younger with brown hair who shrugged and seemed to be really chilled. Yeah that had to be switch. The last boy, with black hair darker than any black she had seen keep his head down. She slowed her steps. That had to be crow. She could now see how they were given their names. She stopped jogging completely just a few yards away from the house and watched as Flea jumped up and gave the blond one a hug. Alyssa smiled internally but then it turned into a grin on the outside. They didn't seem to pay her much mind, and Alyssa was going to walk around the happy photo moment to get to her home. Which was close enough but still a distance away. The homes in lower were more cramped together but her home wasn't as much. They had at least 3 feet around their home until the next little cot, so if a fire started they at least had a chance. Alyssa's grin fell and she looked up at the sky. Her brothers would be worried. She definitely had to get back. She learned a lot talking to Flea, mostly about him the individual but certainly quite a bit out herself as well. Or at least questions to reconsider for herself. Alyssa started to walk away until she heard Flea call her. "Alyssa, thank you again. I'm home." Alyssa nodded and yelled. "You are welcome to my home anytime. With that she started to stretch out her legs for the final stretch. If she ran full speed she would be home in 2 minutes flat. If she faced someone ugly on the way...with a weapon then perhaps 5 minutes. She stretched and started to sprint in the direction of her little cot home to get her blood warm enough to run. (Note: 618 words. We did it. I must have really had a muse spirit on me just now). [/style]

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -23px; color: #B7CEEC;]this is made by zingara of on the edge![/style][style=padding-bottom: 40px;] [/style][/center]

[Coy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#64727d; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #97acbd; padding: 10px;] [style=width:360px; height:185px; background-color:#97acbd; border-top:5px solid #97acbd;][/style][style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #97acbd; height:6px; font-size:35px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#31383d; text-shadow:#64727d 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]so come undone,[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #31383d; border-bottom: 1px dotted #31383d; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#31383d; background-color:#8395a3; letter-spacing: 1]SURRENDER IS STRONGER[/style][style=width: 350px;background-color: 97acbd; color: 4c5256; font-face: arial; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]Atlas' head spun quickly to catch the figure of the girl that trot away. He assumed her name was Alyssa; that was what Flea had called out. Judging by the dark sky it had to be later at night- no time for anyone to be roaming the streets alone, especially a girl. "Hey!" he called out into the night. "Wait up!" With that he took off dashing, as fast as his long legs would carry him. Atlas wasn't a great athlete; he was far too tall and skinny for that, but he pushed himself to catch up to the girl jogging feet ahead of him. Small clouds of fog puffed from his mouth as he heavily panted. "Wait..!" he heaved out, again. His pace was becoming slower as his steam decreased. Oh, why couldn't he be as athletic as Switch? But no, he was the smart one- the problem solver. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Skidding to a stop, Atlas bent over and placed his hands on his knees- taking in large gulps of air. "I-" he gasped out, head bobbing. "I wanted to thank you for returning Flea home safely. A-and I wanted to walk you home. No lady should be on her own at this time of night." With that said and his breath regained once again, Atlas straightened up to his full height. He quickly pushed back a few loose stands of blonde hair and surveyed Alyssa with his bright blue eyes. She seemed a few years younger than him, perhaps seventeen..? Sixteen? It was hard to tell. Definitely lower class- it was clear from her patched clothing and worn shoes. She was a head or two shorter than him, but it didn't make her look young. She seemed troubled.. perhaps some burden was placed on her shoulders. He could tell from the far-away look in her eyes and the small creases above them. He knew how she felt- he too had a hardship he had to face. 'Raising' a group of three boys. Even though he was only eighteen, Atlas was the money-maker and the provider. A chore he gladly accepted if it granted their family well-being. But all in all he still wished to experience the joys that most kids his age did. ”Hello, he said while extending his hand for a shake. ”I'm Atlas. I'm assuming that you are Alyssa?”[/style] [style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #97acbd; height:6px; font-size:25px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#31383d; text-shadow:#64727d 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]i don't need to be the hero tonight[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #31383d; border-bottom: 1px dotted #31383d; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#31383d; background-color:#8395a3; letter-spacing: 1]TEMPLATE BY TSU BEAR OF OTE. MUSIC BY FFH.[/style][style=width: 335px;background-color: 97acbd; color: 5e6b75; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 25px; text-align: left; padding-justify:40px;]WORD COUNT: 397 words NOTES:[/style]

[Aatiyah]

[style=padding-top:70px;] [/style]
[style=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-size: 26px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; margin-top: -50px; margin-bottom: -27px;]have you heard of the big bad wolf?[/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -50px;]that lives to steal and eats for pleasure[/style]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=bordercolor,000000,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2ppa59f.jpg,true] [style=float:left;width:300px; height: 316px; padding:3px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; background-color: #c0c0c0; overflow: auto; filter: alpha(opacity=25); -moz-opacity: .5; opacity:.5; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 4px;] Alyssa slowed her jogging speed as she heard someone calling from the direction she had just left. She stood at still for several moments allowing the distant figure to catch up with her. She stopped at a rather dangerous and inconvenient place but she was still loose and warmed up enough to fight off any danger that came to her. She could hear the person gasping loudly and running even slower to get to her. She wasn't sure how far she really had ran but apparently it was enough for the person to have difficulty catching up with her. She jogged for a bit and met the stranger part of the way, moving not too far from the dangerous area. Blonde hair came to her eyesight first and Alyssa thought back to those who were standing with Flea. This is the one she guessed to be Atlas, he was the smart one...is that how Flea described him? No...he was the provider. The oldest, which would make sense as to why he ran after her...but that mean he left his family to catch up with her. Yes, it was him. He was leaning forward on his knees trying to catch his breath but still wanted to mutter a few words to her. "I wanted to thank you for returning Flea home safely and I wanted to walk you home. No lady should be on her own at this time of the night," the guy gasped. He stood up and revealed to Alyssa the bluest eyes she had ever seen. A deeper brightness of blue than she had ever seen, almost blindingly so. She resisted the urge to feel his hair as he tucked it behind his ear. Now that she was looking at him up close Alyssa could feel her face becoming a bit more flustered. He looked really really good. She wished she had better clothing and wasn't in flip flop sneakers. He was older than her and certainly had obligations to help Flea and the rest of his family. His dedication just made him sound more...companionable in Alyssa's head and her face flushed again. No, she internally shook. She had her family to think about. ”Hello," the guy said. He extended his hand. ”I'm Atlas. I'm assuming that you are Alyssa?” Alyssa nodded and took hold of his hand in rather firm and brief shake. "You are assuming right. I must return home to my brothers and my sister, not to be rude but can we talk another time. I usually run home...and you seem to be tired from chasing after me. You should return home to Flea and Switch and... Crow." Alyssa blinked and glanced around her as she looked around. She was starting to lose focus and her internal clock was ticking to get back to her family. [/style]

[atrb=width,90,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2ppa59f.jpg,true] [style=border: 3px solid #78c7c7; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: 20px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #78c7c7; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-left: -6px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #78c7c7; margin-right: 2px; margin-left: -6px; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style]

[/size][/color][/table]
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -23px; color: #B7CEEC;]this is made by zingara of on the edge![/style][style=padding-bottom: 40px;] [/style][/center]

[Coy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#64727d; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #97acbd; padding: 10px;] [style=width:360px; height:185px; background-color:#97acbd; border-top:5px solid #97acbd;][/style][style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #97acbd; height:6px; font-size:35px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#31383d; text-shadow:#64727d 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]so come undone,[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #31383d; border-bottom: 1px dotted #31383d; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#31383d; background-color:#8395a3; letter-spacing: 1]SURRENDER IS STRONGER[/style][style=width: 350px;background-color: 97acbd; color: 4c5256; font-face: arial; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]Atlas thought that for a or second or two he saw the shade of Alyssa's cheeks turn from their usual color to one a bit darker- but he merely dismissed it as a slight flush from the jog. After all, he was exhausted from it! He shook the girl's hand for a brief and awkward moment, then returned his arms to his side before clasping his hands behind his back. "You are assuming right. I must return home to my brothers and my sister, not to be rude but can we talk another time. I usually run home...and you seem to be tired from chasing after me. You should return home to Flea and Switch and... Crow." A small smile emerged on his face from hearing Alyssa's explanation. He knew the feeling of having to rush home all too well. It happened to him everyday. Home right after work. For who knew what could happen while he was gone? The boys needed him for support; in a way he was like their father. ”Ah,” he said. ”Don't worry, I completely understand- and agree! The younger ones- always up to no-good. What would they do without us? ” With those last words he gave her a small wink and a nod. Atlas quickly glanced at the sky once more, mesmerized by the hundreds of lights that floated within. Then, with a blink and a clear of his throat, he bowed to Alyssa and made a sweeping gesture with his hand. ”Off you go, my lady. Have a safe journey. I hope we meet aga-” A sharp noise cut him off, and with a quick movement he snatched a dagger from his pocket. It's steel blade glinted in moonlight, giving it an eerie glow. Making a quick 360, Atlas' blue eyes darted around the area- searching for any signs of danger. What could it be? A thief? Bandit? Upper? This certain spot was notorious for thing like that. He had heard many tales told of people from both classes being mugged while walking down this street. ”Who goes there?” he firmly called out. Even though he may not have been athletic, bravery was not something Atlas lacked. ”Show yourself, coward.”[/style] [style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #97acbd; height:6px; font-size:25px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#31383d; text-shadow:#64727d 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]i don't need to be the hero tonight[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #31383d; border-bottom: 1px dotted #31383d; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#31383d; background-color:#8395a3; letter-spacing: 1]TEMPLATE BY TSU BEAR OF OTE. MUSIC BY FFH.[/style][style=width: 335px;background-color: 97acbd; color: 5e6b75; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 25px; text-align: left; padding-justify:40px;]WORD COUNT: 370 words NOTES:[/style]

[Aatiyah]

[style=padding-top:70px;] [/style]
[style=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-size: 26px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; margin-top: -50px; margin-bottom: -27px;]have you heard of the big bad wolf?[/style]
[style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #B7CEEC; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -50px;]that lives to steal and eats for pleasure[/style]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=bordercolor,000000,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2ppa59f.jpg,true] [style=float:left;width:300px; height: 316px; padding:3px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; background-color: #c0c0c0; overflow: auto; filter: alpha(opacity=25); -moz-opacity: .5; opacity:.5; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 4px;] Alyssa smiled at Atlas warm nature. She was glad he didn't put up much of a fight in letting her get back to her home alone. "Who goes there?" The question cut off Alyssa's thoughts and she looked around. A glint of a silver blade caught her notice, but it was in Atlas hand so she didn't stiffen as she normally would. Not that she could completely trust him but compared to whoever else was out there, she knew she had some sort of security. The air seemed to become a lot colder, and she became more aware of her own breathing. She was catching a cold or some type of bug, there was an underline congestion in her lungs. She would just book it, and leave Atlas to himself but it wouldn't be fair...be fair to Flea. She had a dagger on herself as well but decided not to reveal it yet, just in case there was more than one of them, and they were calculating as she was. "Come this way Atlas."Alyssa whispered and nudged at his side. Who ever was there was going to reveal themselves, but Alyssa would feel better if they moved into more neutral territory, and some place further away from where both Atlas and her stayed so if the intruder did survive they wouldn't be able to come after their family. "Trust Me." Alyssa felt the need to whisper. She was younger, the head of her household, but something told her Atlas was more use to being in control. There weren't any more noises that Alyssa could pick up and she felt herself begin to somewhat slowly walk back in the direction she had jogged towards home. If she remembered right there was an abandon cot against a hill side just a quick walk away. If they got into the cot, there was no way someone could gang up on them from the back or from nearby windows. It did leave them with some vulnerability...if there was a large group of them. She hoped she knew who was lurking in the shadows. If it was the person she was thinking of then she was safe. [/style]

[atrb=width,90,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2ppa59f.jpg,true] [style=border: 3px solid #78c7c7; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: 20px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #78c7c7; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-left: -6px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #78c7c7; margin-right: 2px; margin-left: -6px; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style]

[/size][/color][/table]
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -23px; color: #B7CEEC;]this is made by zingara of on the edge![/style][style=padding-bottom: 40px;] [/style][/center]

[Coy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#64727d; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #97acbd; padding: 10px;] [style=width:360px; height:185px; background-color:#97acbd; border-top:5px solid #97acbd;][/style][style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #97acbd; height:6px; font-size:35px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#31383d; text-shadow:#64727d 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]so come undone,[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #31383d; border-bottom: 1px dotted #31383d; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#31383d; background-color:#8395a3; letter-spacing: 1]SURRENDER IS STRONGER[/style][style=width: 350px;background-color: 97acbd; color: 4c5256; font-face: arial; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]Atlas nodded at Alyssa; wherever she had in mind had to be a whole lot better than where they currently were. Slowly, he inched himself in the direction that Alyssa was guiding them- all the while with his dagger firmly held in his hand. It wasn't often that he got into fights, but when he did he had an idea of how to hold his own- not in strength or speed, of course, but in wit. He was the strategist. And right now his mind was racing. That sound that he heard- how loud had it been? How many people could have made that? It seemed like only one; but then only one from the group could have made that noise.. However, there was the fact that no hushes had been heard- signaling a larger group. From his mind, it was safe to say that only one person hid in that area. Another problem to face, though, was the fact that they may indeed be surrounded. Maybe only one person was in that spot, but there were plenty of areas all around here to hide. He knew that for a fact. It seemed like their only reasonable course of action was to where Alyssa wanted; perhaps she knew the area better. ”I trust you.” he whispered back. Slowly, slowly, step by step they inched away. He could feel her tension; she was ready to run. He wasn't quite as ready, but Atlas could run much faster when his heart was pounding at it's current beat- this time he would be running for his life. ”Just say the word...” he whispered to her.[/style] [style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #97acbd; height:6px; font-size:25px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#31383d; text-shadow:#64727d 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]i don't need to be the hero tonight[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #31383d; border-bottom: 1px dotted #31383d; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#31383d; background-color:#8395a3; letter-spacing: 1]TEMPLATE BY TSU BEAR OF OTE. MUSIC BY FFH.[/style][style=width: 335px;background-color: 97acbd; color: 5e6b75; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 25px; text-align: left; padding-justify:40px;]WORD COUNT: 272 words NOTES:[/style]