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- Jefferson Soul - 05-10-2011 [html] Alaine! Even on the Shattered Coast, in all its ragged tranquility, it poured an incessant downfall upon him. He would not go as far as to say it matched the storm in his heart, the whirlwind in his mind — no, he was not that poetic, not that sentimental. Jefferson blurred his anxieties with numbness, pushed his worries to the back of his consciousness as if they would simply fade into the darkness and never resurface, but such logic had never worked before. He was a man of terror, both external and internal. Never did his anxieties cease, for his family, for his pack, for those around him. Never would his fears for Geneva simply subside, as if they meant absolutely nothing, as if they had no worth. Where had she gone? Why had she left him behind, as if someone else could break through his walls as she? Did she not understand that no one else had, or might ever, come to embrace him? No, that was the way it was supposed to be. He was a man of terror, after all, a scarred monster of pain and torment. The rushing waves pulled and pushed at his body, seated cross-legged at its edge, the foam caressing his muscles, his scars just as she had, but with an unfamiliar frigid touch he unconsciously grew numb against. Still the rain poured, showering from a dark, overcast sky as it had most of the day, and yet the male had ventured out and not returned nonetheless. Perhaps he needed that numbness, that freedom from the Valley. A chance to forget the memories that lurked there, or the pictures of her face in his mind, or the flashing images that relived the axe swinging down, watching bone disconnect from bone, watching red as his arm suddenly left him as well. The wet, soggy sleeve pushed with the ocean as it brushed up against and around him, then pulled as it slipped away. It twitched some in the breeze, limp and listless, but he paid no mind. The storm in his mind threatened once more, but he thought back of earlier days, when the Valley knew peace and comfort, when Iskata had ruled and none had been his responsibility. Of a time when his now severed arm had been his 'good' one, and the 'bad' arm had been safely locked away in a sling across his chest; now all that remained was the scarred, morbid thing, hanging at his other side, as limp as its partner's empty sleeve. And all he knew, all he forced himself to knew then, was the rain. .undonejeffooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .undonejeff p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .undonejeff b {color:#EADFCB; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #1C2019; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .undonejeff {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#696157; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:422px;} .undonejeffinner{background-color:#BFB6A5; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... onetab.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 175px 0px; border:1px solid #2D2622; width:422px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 05-10-2011 [html] <33 Water beaded on the woman's red leather cloak, dripping morosely from the hood that covered her face in shadow. She rode with ease, swaying rhythmically on the broad-backed mare that plodded in docile grace beneath her. In spite of the onslaught of rain, both creatures seemed efficiently at ease in each other's company, slipping like wraiths amongst the scattering of trees.
.alaine-winter .ooc {font-style:italic; } .alaine-winter p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .alaine-winter b {color:#c67a52; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .alaine-winter {background-color:#f5f5f7; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... r_gift.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; -moz-border-radius: 1em; border-radius: 1em; padding:11px 0px 190px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:378px; text-align:justify; } .alaine-winter .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> - Jefferson Soul - 05-10-2011 [html] He did not belong there, among the flawless beauty of the ocean or in the gentle fall of the washing rain; neither would cleanse him of his sins nor dash away his scars from existence. The foam wriggling between his toes, he gazed into his one-eyed, mauled mirror and recalled days long past, when he stared at an ocean with Geneva alongside him. She had interrupted him then, just as she had so many times before, just as he contemplated the grip of death through sea-filled lungs; she had stopped him, splayed such thoughts from his mind, and from there broke through his fortress. Invaded his privacy. Taught him to love. But she was gone, with all remnants of his love in her pocket. He should have ended it then, Jefferson decided. She would have been spared the torment of miscarriage. Pripyat would never have lived with the guilt he did, knowing his father had lost a limb for his sake, though it had been willing and with no regrets. Phoenix Valley might have broken without his leadership, but those within it would have found their way to better and safer places. None deserved to fall beneath his gaze, beneath the piercing eye of a sinner, a man scarred by more than just the gashes in his skin. He breathed suddenly, her voice breaking through the stormcloud he had unknowingly allowed through to his thoughts. At first the cyclops spun, wide-eyed, believing the voice to be true — but it was not. Alaine hovered over him, not the olive-eyed mother of his dead children; while he did not mind her presence, the Patriarch sunk into his shoulders and turned back to the ocean, unmoving from the sea and foam in which he rested. "Leave me alone," he muttered, a pause breaking before a sigh escaped his lips. "Please, Alaine." .undonejeffooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .undonejeff p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .undonejeff b {color:#EADFCB; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #1C2019; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .undonejeff {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#696157; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:422px;} .undonejeffinner{background-color:#BFB6A5; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... onetab.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 175px 0px; border:1px solid #2D2622; width:422px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 05-10-2011 [html] http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb3 ... test-6.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:top; background-color: #02000e; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px; -webkit-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px;"> The cyclops turned to her, and for a moment Alaine was horrified by the strange hollowness of his eyes. Such a wave of disappointment that Jefferson had experienced could not entirely be hidden, not even by the masters of deception, and the Apothecary was more able than most to tune in to such chords of the mind and the soul. Jefferson was sick - She had always known him to be. But his was not a wound of the flesh, but of the man within, something no bandage or poultice could ease. Again, it tore at her heart, as perhaps it always would, that he was unable to be given the relief he sought by her hand.
table by poppinz ! - Jefferson Soul - 05-11-2011 [html] She asked him — no, begged him to give in, as if his life depended on it. What crimes had he committed, admitting himself to the sea and rain? The only offenses he had made were those of past moons, of distant days: allowing Geneva to leave him to die, allowing himself not to. He was no father, no role model for Pripyat, and under his guidance the boy would surely grow to be as great a monster as he. Jefferson would not allow it to let the blood and stink of the murderous father blossom like life in his son's heart and chest, but what fate determined for Pripyat was inevitable. He would not be his father, no, but without Geneva he would not be his mother either. Jefferson had damned him simply by siring him. The boy had survived his siblings' miscarriage, and yet he was as damned as all the rest. No amount of her pleading and desperate arguments budged him; he remained stiff, stolid like stone buried in sea and sand. She lay her fingers at his shoulder, a touch so delicate and pure that surely his monstrous skin should have burned like acid. A slight flinch met his eye as visions of Geneva flashed before his vision once more; they were too alike, and yet thousands of years apart. Geneva had intruded; Alaine only knocked at the door. Such knocking ceased, all too suddenly, with a slight gasp in her rabbit tone. He knew what it meant, what she had seen, and with a closed eye he bowed his head. Still the empty cuff of his sleeve drifted in the sea, tainted with salt, and a healer like she would never overlook such a thing. Jefferson only wished she would, if not just this one time. "There's nothing you can do," he said, gravel in his otherwise unfeeling tone. "There's nothing you've ever been able to do for me, Alaine." I am a sinner. A great sigh, and with the wind picking up at the waved ponytail on his shoulders, he closed his eye once more, succumbing to the visions of terror and trauma embedded in the flesh and bone of his mind. "Go home." .undonejeffooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .undonejeff p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .undonejeff b {color:#EADFCB; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #1C2019; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .undonejeff {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#696157; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:422px;} .undonejeffinner{background-color:#BFB6A5; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... onetab.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 175px 0px; border:1px solid #2D2622; width:422px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 05-11-2011 [html] http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb3 ... test-6.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:top; background-color: #02000e; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px; -webkit-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px;"> The scarred man's head bowed away from her gaze, and no longer did he seem the pillar of mystery he had always been - Jefferson was now simply a mortal man, defeated by the hand that fate had held for him. This scared her far deeper than any gruesomely bleeding wound might, for Alaine had known the pull of desperation with the intimacy of a lover, once. It had drawn her to this very ocean, and begged her into the cold quiet depths, there to remain with auburn hair waving like the most beautiful of seaweed.
table by poppinz ! - Jefferson Soul - 05-11-2011 [html] A little PP, meant to be a little humorous so I did it. You can PP him putting her down if you want, else he'll just keep carrying her. XD "Liar"? No, he was far more than that. He was the wall that protected Phoenix Valley, the unmoving titan so many stupid idolized and adored: They knew nothing about him, about the demon that inevitably still lurked within. Maluki was not dispelled, was not a separate being as much as Jefferson had always thought him to be, but it was not Maluki that had allowed Geneva to leave and die alone. It was not Maluki that brought her to fall from the quarry and miscarry three pups. It was not Maluki that had killed Aurélie Vie D'Esprit in front of the three children he himself had unknowingly sired as that crooked man. Jefferson was as much the criminal, and "liar" was the least of his crimes. She scolded him. He did not flinch, did not seem like it meant something, but his stomach wrenched and his shoulders sunk. In his listlessness he failed another, just as he failed Geneva, or Pripyat, or the Valley back home, and yet he found himself incapable of fixing it. "No," he sighed. "You can't be. I have no power over you." Finally, Alaine plopped down into the sea and sand like he, and in a matter of moments developed a frigid tremor. It was then that he turned a sympathetic gaze to her; it was a pain he could spare her, if only he gathered the usual forced strength. He allowed her a moment of hard-headedness, then with a sigh twisted his body, moving to wrap his sole arm around her waist, and in raising to his feet lifted her from the water and effortlessly over his shoulder. A drag in his step, he proceeded as such — the wilted flower draped unceremoniously over his shoulder — and with the beginnings of a sad smile at his lips stepped from the waves and up the sand, leaving a trail of sea and salt in his wake. .undonejeffooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .undonejeff p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .undonejeff b {color:#EADFCB; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #1C2019; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .undonejeff {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#696157; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:422px;} .undonejeffinner{background-color:#BFB6A5; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... onetab.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 175px 0px; border:1px solid #2D2622; width:422px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 05-17-2011 [html] <style type="text/css">.albycr1 b {font-family:tahoma; font-size:11px; color:#e3eefb;} .albycr1 p { padding: 0px; margin: 0px; text-indent:35px; } .poppzcred {font-family: small fonts; font-size: 7px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform:uppercase; line-height: 6pt; font-weight: normal; text-align: right; width: 360px;} </style> http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb3 ... test-6.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:top; background-color: #02000e; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px; -webkit-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px;"> For a moment, they sat in a dismal silence broken only by the constant drumming of the rain. Jefferson's voice, deep and lonesome, swelled above the orchestra of water and reached her shivering form. Emerald eyes lifted momentary to him, as her trembling knees sank into the dense sand, and some of her anger ebbed away in the face of his painful solitude.
table by poppinz ! - Jefferson Soul - 05-25-2011 [html] Even as he walked with a drag in his step, an upturn lingered at the edge of his lips — however subtle and hidden as it was beneath the shadows of his face. She made quite a bit of noise, much more than he thought her capable of, and yet all the while Jefferson remained completely silent, save an approving snort of the nose as he went; she resorted to pounding on his back and flailing about for a while to no particular avail, a victim to his brute muscle and stubbornness alike, like the most harmless of hares arguing against a bullheaded bear twice its size. It seemed at first she did quite disapprove — he shrugged it off, as she knew she was in no actual danger, made more obvious by the time he finally set her down. At her gentle, youthful laughter he himself shook his head and chuckled, an unusual sight for such a scarred and sinful creature. A fool he was, and a fool he had always been; a killer was no more than a fool misguided, but such thoughts did not linger. The scarred man observed the tears in her eyes — joyful ones, the kind he did not commonly spur. Was it only the rain? I don't deserve that laugh, the monster in his mind hissed and spat. He laughed still, over it, its sound progressively growing hollowed as it continued on, and at its emptiest he finally allowed it to cease. Reaching his remaining hand to wipe at her tears with scarred fingers, he forged a sad, slight smile. "Alaine," the cyclops sighed, "you can't fix me. I'm not an open wound or a broken arm. Your herbs and medicine can't just heal what I've done... what I've become." A pause, his arm dropping back to his side. "You're not nothing. I'm just not 'fixable,' I'm not 'broken' — you can't help me ... and it's all right." .undonejeffooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .undonejeff p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .undonejeff b {color:#EADFCB; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #1C2019; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .undonejeff {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#696157; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:422px;} .undonejeffinner{background-color:#BFB6A5; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... onetab.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 175px 0px; border:1px solid #2D2622; width:422px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 05-25-2011 [html] http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb3 ... test-6.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:top; background-color: #02000e; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px; -webkit-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px;"> The sweet swell of her laughter was met with his own, such a rare and precious sound. Bewildered for a moment, the woman gazed up into Jefferson's good eye, her own laughter-filled emeralds still brimming with unshed tears. The sound of merriness melted from her as the scarred man rose his fingers to brush these unfallen crystals gently away - The touch seemed almost tender, and she felt strange in his arms, as though there were unsaid words between them.
table by poppinz ! - Jefferson Soul - 05-27-2011 [html] Was it that he was unlike the others, or was it only that he was unlike her? She, like Geneva, had drawn herself in his gaze as a perfect picture of innocence, the quintessence of purity and all that was good — or, in other words, the scarred man's opposite: She, a blossoming youth in her curves and curls, versus he, worn with battle scars and years upon years of physical neglect. Jefferson had built himself up as a wall, immovable and unbreakable, but with predictable cracks within that persistent individuals like Geneva had managed to poke herself through. Jefferson recognized Alaine as a similar threat — and treated her as such, though doing so brought a rare weight of regret and deceit to his already-burdened shoulders. Despite their differences and despite their still-faint knowledge of one another, she worried for him — and for some reason, he worried for her. She had been the first he'd thought of when his arm had become disconnected and burnt with infection, and yet the man had never mustered the courage to approach her pack, instead choosing to endure the pain and recover slowly through brute effort. A sigh — doing so had only given her more reason to worry. "Alaine," he said, shrugging feebly as he turned his gaze to the distance, "you would lose nothing if I were to die." He breathed a moment, then turned his single eye to her once more, lightening his stiff expression with a smile as desolate as the pouring rain. "My days are numbered. There's nothing you can do about that except remember me when I'm gone." .jeffers-d04 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .jeffers-d04 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .jeffers-d04 b {color:#77321A; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .jeffers-d04 {background-color:#FBF4B4; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/jeffers.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#6F6B49; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 105px 0px; } .jeffers-d04-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 06-07-2011 [html] http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb3 ... test-6.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:top; background-color: #02000e; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px; -webkit-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px;"> Her words seemed only to sadden him - She could sit the emotion hidden there, in the deep shadows of his face. Jefferson would have been handsome once, in his youth, but time had ravaged him as it had her. She knew what the cyclops believed her to be - Purity and youth, fragile innocence - But how could she be any of these things? The world had been cruel to Alaine Winters. Her youth and beauty and innocence had been stolen from her a long, long time ago. All that remained now was the truth of the woman beneath, a creature that survived, that healed others in a desperate attempt to heal herself.
table by poppinz ! - Jefferson Soul - 06-11-2011 [html] Had he ever been worth the tears of an innocent? No, and yet he had caused so many to shed; green eye glanced at her only briefly as she filled with a suppressed terror, made evident in her tone and trembling of her lip. In her eyes he recognized a thousand victims, inflicted with pain he — Maluki — had once wrought upon them without reason or need. He had already ruined so many lives and lived his life in repentance, though Jefferson knew he could never even begin to compensate for the crimes he had committed in his past life. They were not his fault, most might tell him, but he was the same creature who had caused them. That was enough reason for him. And yet here he was, a new man unhindered by insanity as Maluki had been. He had no excuse for making the gentle woman tremble with pain, and yet she did so anyway. Guilt twisted in his stomach, and a heavy, weary sigh escaped his lips — not for exhaustion, but for worry and sadness. He shifted some, collecting the girl within his reach, wrapping his solitary arm around her and drawing her close into a rarely affectionate side embrace. His head bowed and eye closed, but he relished her close; Geneva had left he and Pripyat long before. Jefferson inevitably knew a loneliness he had not experienced even during his duration as a loner years prior; he ached for some sort of recognition, acknowledgement that he was still worth the positive emotions of another, and yet he knew he would never again. She was gone, most likely for good. He was alone. "Maybe," he mumbled, though in his heart he believed it a lie. He was not able to be saved; he was not worth saving. What hope there was for him would be lived out in compensation for his sins, and it would never be enough. Perhaps she was a fool for risking her innocence playing around with a sinner like he — at this realization, the man winced bitterly and heaved a great, unexplained sigh. "You waste your emotions on me," he said a moment later, with a light but empty chuckle. "Don't tear up for my sake. If I don't have to, neither do you." His hand raised, tucking behind her head to hold her close; he knew she would probably argue and push away, and yet he did not resist doing it. To keep someone — anyone — close reminded him he was still alive. For it to be Alaine, he felt perhaps he was worth something as well. .undonejeffooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .undonejeff p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .undonejeff b {color:#EADFCB; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #1C2019; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .undonejeff {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#696157; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:422px;} .undonejeffinner{background-color:#BFB6A5; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... onetab.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 175px 0px; border:1px solid #2D2622; width:422px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Alaine Winters - 06-26-2011 [html] http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb3 ... test-6.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position:top; background-color: #02000e; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px; -webkit-border-radius:10px 0px 10px 0px;"> For a while, he spoke no words - The man's remaining arm slipped about her slender form, and Alaine allowed herself to be drawn close, seeking the warmth and reassurance that Jefferson could provide. Her hands rose to rest cool palms against his chest, and without thinking about it, she leant her head against him. His heart beat soundly there, and the Apothecary found its continuous pulse reassurance. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...
table by poppinz ! - Jefferson Soul - 07-01-2011 [html] She was as stubborn as he, this Jefferson knew to be true. Though not disgraced by a scowl and a thousand scars as he, she was not the delicate flower she so gently acted to be time again. As always, she proved herself predictable and unpredictable all at once, and yet the hybrid did not find surprise in such a thing any longer. He had gotten used to her, perhaps, learned the ways in the daylily that was Alaine Winters, whose very name claimed a frostiness that fitted he more than it would ever she. His efforts were perhaps more wasted in trying to discourage her, and at her next quiet argument he simply sighed and held her close. A sigh escaping his all-too-weary features, the man leaned his head on hers and gazed listlessly into the rain. His ears only collected the shower around them and the gentle breaths that escaped her, united with his own: a strangely raw, gentle moment rare for the scarred man, yet... natural, in feeling. The man lost himself to his thoughts, silently perplexed by their odd relationship, and as if sensing his confusion she reached and licked at his nose. He was no less puzzled, but with a surprised glance he lowered his green-eyed cyclops gaze to her once more, and with a few moments' time a small smile cracked his scarred, grizzly features. It was short-lived, however. No, Maluki's voice hissed amusedly in the back of his mind, don't get involved. Never again, remember? "Come," he said dismissively, disappointment lingering in the undertones, "I'll walk you home." He started to rise, pulling back from her all too quickly, and extended his one remaining hand to her to aid in her doing the same. .undonejeffooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .undonejeff p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .undonejeff b {color:#EADFCB; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.1em #1C2019; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .undonejeff {font-family: georgia; font-size:12px; color:#696157; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:422px;} .undonejeffinner{background-color:#BFB6A5; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... onetab.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 175px 0px; border:1px solid #2D2622; width:422px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] |