world's greatest creations (open)

[Rosalind Von Avordari]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;][style=text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px;] Call her odd, but something about how street lights worked perplexed Rosalind. It simply wasn’t normal, how did the lights know when to change and when not too? Someone once told her that it all had to do with time. But that really just confused her, what in the world could be powerful enough to keep time of all these individual cars rolling back and forth across the streets? She couldn’t wrap her mind around the whole time adventure, and suddenly she was imagining that every single one of these street lights have eyes. Yes, that made perfect since, obviously the street lights could see the cars coming, and had good enough judgment on when they should and shouldn’t stop. In fact, street lights most likely got up and looked around corners just to make sure they can see the next hundred cars coming. In the streets of Strawberry District. Rosalind waited patiently, for the distant street light to switch that orange-hand to the adorable white-walking-figure. However, she was currently so enwrapped in her thoughts about street lights and how their eyes must have been extremely acute to able to see down these lengthy roads; that the walking signal had flashed almost thrice now. Yet she stood as still as a statue, her lips every once in a while muttering some random bit of gibberish incoherent to the many bystanders that passed her. And let’s say she was definitely being watched, more-so when she suddenly tilted her head. The light had come almost four times now, and she was still sitting there. But it was just so interesting really; these street lamps were a work of art, probably one of man’s greatest inventions. If they possessed the amazing ability to make eyes into giant machinations that could manage the exceptionally intricate and immensely expansive transportation system used through this world, seriously, what couldn’t people do. Rosa was starting to think that maybe, she should learn science! It might prove to help her in the long run, though science seemed to give little to her art associations, (or at least she thinks so,) it could prove helpful when she decides to invent something useful. “I could make a giant street light that controls the world.” She muttered to herself, and her face became blatantly serious, eliciting a few nervous stares from onlookers, “Or the world’s largest Christmas tree…” “It’ll have a house and a swimming pool where the giant star is.” Her petite voice managed to hum as she tilted her head to the other side slowly but surely. As impossible as it sounds, she might be able to do, because Rosa is quite certain that someday, she will be a scientific genius. This probably means she’ll be rich. She hoped so at least.[/style]

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[ADRIAN REED]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase]keeping the peace [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: 000000; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px] words idk notes hello~[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: 141414; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]Adrian was looking for somewhere to go. Home was not an option, since it was nonexistent. Adrian wasn't picky or anything, but tonight he didn't want to stay over at his drug-dealing 'friend's apartment, either. He wanted to avoid the second-hand smoke and the insane strangers. In the end, his decision led him to roam from arcade to musuem constantly. He had no problem with that, except it made him feel out of place. Adrian felt more at home in the sketchier areas of town, which would often scare others. Anything wrong was welcomed by him wholeheartedly. His feet slapped against the cement, looking for a place to go. Adrian ended up standing at a corner, waiting to cross the red streets that gave the district it's name. He was not an impatient person. He could wait if he wanted too, but he didn't. Impulsively, Adrian reached into his pocket to grab a cigarette, mostly as a way to kill the short time but the fact that the strangers around him seemed to be annoyed by his actions was a bonus. Adrian wanted to flip them off, until he realized he hadn't brought a lighter with him. He swore under his breathe. As the street light turned a bright, neon green, he began to walk until he immediately halted. “I could make a street light that controls the world.” What? The voice was serious and feminine, and Adrian looked for the source. A blonde girl was sitting on a bench, with a completely serious expression on her face. Adrian stifled a laugh. “Or the world's largest Christmas tree...” She continued. “It'll have a house and a swimming pool where the giant star is.” Could this get any weirder? Apparently so, as the girl began to hum as if what she just said made complete sense. Adrian couldn't help it. He left out a peal of laughter that almost caused the unlit cigarette dangling between his lips to fall out. “You know it's way too early to be drunk, right?” Adrian chuckled. “You should at least wait until the sun is down. The sun is the great star where you want your house and pool to be, by the way.” He smirked, assuming she wouldn't understand what he was saying. That, or she wouldn't be offended. “Anyway, not to intrude or anything, but why are you just sitting there?” Adrian questioned. “Just admiring the street light? Or are you waiting for someone?” Not that he honestly cared. He was just curious, and it made a decent conversation starter. Plus, there wasn't anything wrong with talking to a girl who was either really weird or drunk. [/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]whatever that means [/style]

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[Rosalind Von Avordari]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;][style=text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px;] The young Nordic waitress, who was floating through light-post lala-land, heard the voice of a young man and shifted her gaze to a rather stylish looking individual, or so she thought at least. Something about him was just dashing though, reminded her of the gangster movies her father tried to get her into. Though, he didn’t seem like a gangster per say, more that she could tell he came from the lower districts, by his looks and his clothes. But he wouldn’t get judgment, or distaste. In fact she returned his words with a smile; despite how oddly they reached her, “You know it's way too early to be drunk, right? You should at least wait until the sun is down. The sun is the great star where you want your house and pool to be, by the way. Anyway, not to intrude or anything, but why are you just sitting there? Just admiring the street light? Or are you waiting for someone?” her head tilted, though her smile didn’t fade, and she gave him a cheerful chuckle instead. “I’m quite sure if I got drunk, the first thing I’d do is fall off a bridge somewhere!” She started excitedly, standing off of the bench with a pondering face, “And maybe I’ll fall unconscious and drift to Atlantis… which will be too far from the sun.” She muttered the last part as the rest of what he said hit her. “Whoa, are you psychic?” Rosalind questioned with excitement (and a with reasonable sternness I might add), “That’s exactly what I was doing! The street lights are just so interesting…” She tried to reason with herself on whether she should explain, took only a second. “I was wondering how streetlights worked, and I found the answer!” she said as she struck a triumphant pose and pointed dead center at the red eye of the streetlight. “It has a secret eye, somewhere on its face.” She started; she crossed her arms as if daring someone to prove her wrong, “But why green-yellow-red, why not purple violet blue? Or pink-hotpink-crimson. Or even more interesting, black- grey-white!” She started throwing out colors, and before you knew it, Rosalind was beginning to wonder if maybe streets should be yellow and made from bricks; which eventually led her to wonder if Dorothy could have driven a taxi back to Kansas. However long Rosawas in this trance, she would snap out soon enough and look over at him with a smirk, “Oh, and you are?” she would ask, as if his presence had just became important, “I’m Rosalind, I like your… hair-color, it suits your.. aura.” That was probably one fo the weirdest things she’s ever said, excluding the fact that her expression became somewhat unnerved as she tried to get it out. “I mean, your hair is nice too, but your hair color is even more amazing,” she tried to rectify her claim, only made things a little more confusing. “Your hair goes with your eyes and your face, really well.” … There was pause as she thought about what she said just now, then bit her lip. “Ah, sorry, compliments are a problem of mine…” Rosalind began to scratch her chin as she looked away. She was being a lot odder than usual today. [/style]

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[ADRIAN REED]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase]keeping the peace [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: 000000; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px] words idk notes sorry for the late reply!! hope this is okay[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: 141414; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]“I’m quite sure if I got drunk, the first thing I’d do is fall off a bridge somewhere!” The odd blonde girl exclaimed, and Adrian couldn’t help but be amused as she muttered something about Atlantis. He couldn’t help but reply to that, though Adrian had to think thoroughly to find what to say. How does one usually respond to something as weird as that? “Uh, you sure about the bridge part?” Adrian finally managed to say, before continuing, “Although it’s common to do some crazy stuff when being intoxicated, that’s rather...,” He paused. It probably wasn’t a decent idea to explain this to a girl who thought a pool and house could be built on the sun or that Atlantis existed. They would probably both end up confused. “Never mind. I don’t think you should ever have too much alcohol, blondie,” Adrian commented and laughed lightly. Adrian knew how to talk to strangers, just not ones who were like this girl, although that wasn’t a bad thing per se. “Whoa, are you psychic?” The girl excitedly asked. The fact that this girl asked questions like these entertained him, and he inwardly laughed. “Yeah, I have ESP,” He joked quickly to the girl’s (he should really find out her name) question. Adrian continued to watch this girl talk, completely bemused. Now that he thought about it, while looking at her, he could tell she was from a higher class than him. Not like that was a surprise. Most people in Mayberry weren’t dirt-poor like the Quash. He zoned out while thinking about what class she may be in. Maybe Inferus if he was lucky, or Brevis. Possibly Procerus. It was too hard to tell with the middle class, and even harder when the person he was guessing showed no sign of judgment or dislike. Adrian faintly heard her ramble on about streetlights, nodding here and there, distracted. “But why green-yellow-red, why not purple violet blue? Or pink-hotpink-crimson. Or even more interesting, black-grey-white!” Blondie, which was what he mentally started referring to her by, rambled. “A secret eye, huh?” he mumbled. “You know, your idea is…colorful,” Adrian spoke, a little louder this time, “and interesting. Kind of odd too, but whatever.” “Oh, and you are?” Blondie asked, smirking. “I’m Rosalind, I like your…hair-color, it suits your aura.” He watched as her smirk fell, and he couldn’t help smirking instead. Adrian was an expert at leering, and in his honest opinion, this girl was not. “I mean, your hair is nice too, but your hair color is even more amazing. Your hair goes with your eyes and your face, really well.” His smirk, something almost ever present, only grew. “Ah, sorry, compliments are a problem of mine…” She continued. Smoothly, Adrian slid onto the bench next to her while replying, “I’m Adrian.” “I’m a big fan of compliments. Strangely enough, I don’t get a lot of them!” The latter was spoken jokingly, before he just shrugged. Rosalind was someone peculiar to talk to, though he couldn’t help but be interested in the conversation and the unusual things she said. “I’m assuming that was your way of saying you like my face? And hair color?” Adrian questioned, no trace of sarcasm in his voice, “if that’s what you meant than, just so you know, I like your face and hair too.” Trying to make the situation less uncomfortable, as Rosalind looked unnerved, he added, “See? I have a problem with compliments too.” It really wasn’t often he would get compliments from someone he recently met. Most people were either by fooled by him or disliked him. “You should really tell me more about his aura of mine, by the way,” Adrian added, more as an afterthought. [/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]whatever that means [/style]

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