Business As Usual (Nik)

[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;]Swish, swish, swish. The constant sweeps of the broom lulled Atlas into a sort of trance- not fully awake but still aware of his surroundings. His eyes were focused only on the dust that he continued to push around. Another dreary day: long hours in a shop doing simple jobs to keep the place running. Light was scarce. The only two sources of light were a window with the curtains closed a dim lantern hanging from the ceiling, casting a glow on the surroundings of the shop. There wasn’t much to see; just small wooden tables display odd-and-ends for sale. Behind the counter sat an elderly man; he was asleep with his head in his hands; his glasses had slid down his nose. His light snores echoed throughout the empty shop. Atlas shook his head and let out a small laugh. Almost nobody ever came into the shop. It was a small place tucked in the back behind other shops. The good thing; he didn’t really have to do much work because of the lack of customers. The bad; he didn’t earn nearly as much money as he should. A small ding from a rusted bell on the door echoed through the shop. Atlas looked up in alarm, but the snores of the elderly man continued. That was alright, he knew enough to take care of any business on his own. [/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: 231 words NOTES: [/style]