Post by SHELBY on Nov 27, 2012 18:31:05 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,446,bTable][atrb=style, background-color: #FAFAFA; border-top: 3px solid #0E292A; border-left: 1px dotted #0E292A; border-bottom: 3px solid #0E292A; border-top-left-radius: 230px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-bottom-right-radius: 15px; border-bottom-left-radius: 15px;] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -19px; border: 3px solid #0E292A; margin-left: 3px; margin-top: 40px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/msdvsl.png); border-radius: 100px; ][/style] [STYLE=height: 70px; width: 70px; margin-left: 80px; border: 3px solid #0E292A; margin-top: -166px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/msdvsl.png); border-radius: 100px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: right; margin-right: 7px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -6px; margin-top: -69; font-size: 53px; color: #458589;]NEED TO,[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; font-family: helvetica; margin-right: 20px; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -10px; line-height: 8px; text-align: justify; color: #091E1F; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; text-indent: 20px;]STOP HURRYING SLOW DOWN AND TAKE CONTROL. GOTTA STOP WORRYING ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS YOU SHOULD KNOW. NEED TO STOP FEELING LIKE MY LIFE IS SUCH A MESS .BECAUSE THE WORLD HAS GOT ME IN IT. IT'S MY TIME AND I SHOULD LIVE IT –[/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 45px; margin-left: 120px; margin-right: 20px; text-align: center; height: 40px; color: #071313; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; overflow: auto;]SP, N/A action, eat notes, you don't learn much about high class growing up in a lumberyard[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #EEF1F1; padding: 17px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; color: #071313; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 30px; border-top-right-radius: 30px;]Shelby stood near the entryway of the hall, clearly very uncomfortable in his current environment. He looked out at the groups of people, attempting to single out which individuals were explorers and who was just a noble. Being around this many nobles just made him uneasy. Awkwardness was only worsened by his current attire. Being a rather simple man, the hoplite didn't exactly have any formal wear in his wardrobe. The closest thing he had? Armor. It was nice, clean, and looked very professional. Besides, he was only allowed in because he was an explorer right? May as well dress the part. Unfortunately he seemed to be the only one who thought so. It seemed as if everyone else opted to wear their best clothes for the occasion. Not that he could blame them, considering where they were. Arms crossed over his chest, armor plates clicking together as he did so. In his current position, he looked more like a palace guard than an attendee. The only thing missing was some sort of weapon. Something he almost instinctively brought with him as he got ready. Lord knows what would have happened if he tried to sneak a spear in here. Letting out a sigh of frustration, Shelby continued examining the room. Sights were no longer focused on the people, however. Now he was simply searching for which table had the best looking food on it. He saw some people bringing in their own meals, so he had to make sure not to pick a table that may have any of that stuff. It may have been fine, but he was hankering to try something made by the royal kitchen itself. That's what knights ate, after all. It wasn't long before his eyes settled on one of the tables, a faint smile spreading across his face as he examined it. A bit of his discomfort was pushed aside, a bit of excitement taking it's place. Not only was it likely the best food in the kingdom, it was free. And it wasn't as if he didn't earn it. Did he not put his life on the line by volunteering to enter a deadly dungeon full of unknown creatures? Metal boots clanked against the hall's floors as he quickly made his way to the table. His attempt to make it appear like a casual walk failed, instead looking more like a rushing child trying not to run in the halls. Not that it really mattered, as he soon found himself in front of a wide array of delectable delights. He could feel his mouth begin to water as he grabbed an empty plate, eventually forming a small pile of food on his plate. He would have gotten more, but this was a formal event. He needed to show some class, right? Though few people would likely call that amount of food 'classy'. Plate and fork in hand, he turned his back to the table to once again examine people as he ate. Hopefully no one would mistake him for a guard trying to sneak a free meal during his shift.[/style] |