Motivation. | Cameo

[Terkoiz]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=background-color: #f7f7f7; height: 400px; width: 300px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-box-shadow: 1px 0px 5px #d4d4d4; margin-left: -120px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px; overflow: auto;] It was rather hard for the girl to enjoy the festival, being that not only was she rather bothered by how crowded the area was, and the indirect sounds of each person and their conversation. Terkoiz lie under a tree to rest after being pushed around by the crowd. Seeing that this was her first time at a festival, she had no idea what to do, or to expect. It amazed her that so many people would be in one area - moreover people of all kinds. She just couldn't seem to wrap her mind around it, even if she had found plenty of reason. Well, if she disliked it so much, why didn't she leave? Well, Terkoiz has no idea where the exit is. Could she ask for directions? Of course not! She is far to shy to do so. Besides, she was far too lazy to try and even move from this exact spot. Nothing seemed to pique her interest at the moment. To pass the time, she reached her hand into her shirt from the collar, and pulled out a small, sharp scalpel to chew on. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, but she needed something metallic to chew on. [/style][style=background-color: #f7f7f7;float: right; height: 370px; width: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 0 10 10 0; -webkit-box-shadow: 1px 0px 5px #d4d4d4; padding: 10px; margin-right: -120px; margin-top: -400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #da2328; letter-spacing: -1px; ]notes Terkoiz seems rather tired at the moment. Maybe that's why. tags Terkoiz, Cameo, Festival, Of, The, Gods, Boredom, Pre-Tourney. [/style]

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[Cameo]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #9E2121; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; padding-right:8px;]Cameo drifted through crowds of people, trying to kill time before his arena match. He wasn't allowed to know who he was going up against beforehand, and it made him a little uneasy. But for now he decided to shrug it off and and try to enjoy himself. Since he was inevitably going to get covered in his own-or someone else's-blood in a few hours, he remained in his casual clothes, feeling no need to get dressed up. He had just purchased a small loaf of freshly baked bread from a food stall, but he needed to wait a few minutes for it to cool down before eating it. The bottom of the loaf was wrapped in wax paper, so he could easily hold it while walking. As he slipped away from the hoards of people to get some much needed fresh air, he noticed a lonely soul sitting under a tree. While escaping the crowds was his goal, that in no way meant he was trying to get away from everyone. He calmly strode over to the person under the tree, a girl by the looks of it, and sat next to her under the tree. Tearing off a bit off the bread, he popped it into his mouth. He tore off another piece, offering it to the stranger. "Want some?"[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]tags: Terkoiz notes: ♫ credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[Terkoiz]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=background-color: #f7f7f7; height: 400px; width: 300px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-box-shadow: 1px 0px 5px #d4d4d4; margin-left: -120px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px; overflow: auto;] Right when the tired-looking girl started to stand to go fetch herself some food, a hand extended out to head, and thumped her right on the skull. It was a soft, unintentional hit, startling her. Terkoiz fell back down, the knife slipping straight from her lips right in-between her legs. With only a minor bloodied corner of the lips, it was a close call. Besides, a stab in the abdomen or leg would require a use of magic. Magic is tiresome. The man had asked her if Terkoiz wanted some. Some of what? Most likely the object held in the hand that he'd bumped her head with. With as best aim as the blind girl could, she looked up at the man with weary eyes and a bright smile. A striped, over-sized sleeve soaked the small amount of blood from the corner of her mouth. Taking the piece of bread from his hand, the child nibbled the food with delight. She didn't feel as grateful as she appeared, but Terkoiz believed it was best to act so. With a voice a much higher octave than her natural tone, she squeaked a childish form of the word. "Thankee!" [/style][style=background-color: #f7f7f7;float: right; height: 370px; width: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 0 10 10 0; -webkit-box-shadow: 1px 0px 5px #d4d4d4; padding: 10px; margin-right: -120px; margin-top: -400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #da2328; letter-spacing: -1px; ]notes I would never give away good bread. Ever. tags Terkoiz, Cameo, Festival, Of, The, Gods, Boredom, Pre-Tourney. [/style]

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[Cameo]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] Cameo would have to be omniscient to know the girl was blind, but after the small spectacle that had just unfolded in front of him he had some suspicions. "Hey, are you okay?" She seemed alright, but it never hurt to double-check; It was technically his fault, after all. After a small observation, he realized that she couldn't be that old, probably a few years younger than him. Then again, for all he knew she could be an ancient Kokiri. Even so, he usually based his first impression of people on appearance and actions, and so far she seemed to be a pretty average little girl. He tore another piece of bread off and popped it in his mouth, staring out into space. The festival was pretty nice so far, thought his arena match was still in the back of his mind. He tried to ward it off for the time being, placing the bread in between them so they could take off pieces at will. "So, are you enjoying yourself so far? I'm not much of a festival-goer, but I've had a decent time." Small talk was nice, especially when there weren't crowds of people partying around you. This little spot was surprisingly secluded, only the occasional party-goer using it as a shortcut to get to other festivities.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]tags Terkoiz   credit table by greyson of btn notes I just ate some pretty good bread myself~[/style]

[Terkoiz]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=background-color: #f7f7f7; height: 400px; width: 300px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-box-shadow: 1px 0px 5px #d4d4d4; margin-left: -120px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px; overflow: auto;] Nibbling the food at such a slow pace was excruciating for the girl, but it's good to make the best of it. Never know when she's going to get a sudden stroke of laziness and postpone her hunting times. Hunger is a major factor for Terkoiz here. Looking up at the boy once more, Terkoiz listened closely to his voice, the sound having a familiar feel to it. She had ease dropped on the man before, she just knew it. In fact, she bet it was on her database...Not that she would check in this point of time. The girl would just take a chance and hope she was right. If she were wrong, she wouldn't have much to lose, anyways. There we a lot of higher-ups at the festival, making it a perfect place to collect data. The problem, however, was that she had no idea how to navigate in such a large crowd. So, was she really okay? It stings an awful lot, and the blood from this small injury will be a massive pain to clean off her sleeve... "Yeah, yes! It doesn't hurt that much, so I'll survive!" Was the girl enjoying herself at such an event? So many varied, loud voices surrounded the area. With ringing ears and a lost sense of direction, the current situation wasn't the most favorable, but she'll just have to make the most of it. "I'm not really sure what to do, since this is my first time going to one...I'm pretty lost right now, actually!" [/style][style=background-color: #f7f7f7;float: right; height: 370px; width: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 0 10 10 0; -webkit-box-shadow: 1px 0px 5px #d4d4d4; padding: 10px; margin-right: -120px; margin-top: -400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #da2328; letter-spacing: -1px; ]notes So late. Sooooooo late. And gosh, am I tired right about now... tags Terkoiz, Cameo, Festival, Of, The, Gods, Boredom, Pre-Tourney. [/style]

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