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Post by hemlock walters on Jan 26, 2017 1:10:46 GMT
[newclass=.okokok]display: block; font-size:11.3px;text-align:justify;width:260px;padding:25px;margin:10px 165px;border:1px solid #7679A6;[/newclass] [newclass=.okokok img]float:left; margin-right:11px;margin-bottom:2px;[/newclass] [attr="class","okokok"]  the store itself seemed the part; a stereotypical, dark environment. there were many scented flames; candle upon candle of cheap quality, designed only to give off a musty smell and dim lighting. curtains, beads, the whole nine yards. it wasnt her choice to have it designed like this, but... well, she could only do so much. hemlock herself felt small behind the table, trying and failing to tuck her unruly hair behind an ear. it was an extremely slow day; each day was, granted, given that the lack of attention to this place was purposeful. she just had to maintain an air of normalcy, if a fake psychic could be considered as such. hemmy takes a moment to clean off the orb in front of her; the smudge remains, but it seemed good enough now. she focuses instead on her phone, right under the edge of the table. cute cat videos took priority over watching the door and waiting for the bell. JULIO VEGAS |
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Jan 26, 2017 17:18:23 GMT
[googlefont="Work+Sans"] [attr="class","arcadia_un"] [attr="class","image"]  | [attr="class","head"]EVERYBODY WANTS TO LOVE YOU |
[attr="class","lolol"]the door slams open, the bells of liberty – and the door, of course — cry out, and the great vegas comes into a pyrite town fortune shop looking for fortune.
beads are brushed aside with a dramatic flick of an arm. hotspur, resting on top of the shoulder, claws digging into the full end of hair, mimes the same action and nearly topples as the beads come swinging back. the almighty vegas pays that no mind. he’s too enraptured – distracted – by the insides of where he is. finally, he gaze lands on a girl, past the haze of candlelight and beyond a table.
he grimaces. suddenly, a vision is upon him.
“a veritable quagmire of mystical energy.” julio closes his eyes in pain and raises a hand to his temple. his volume drops, his voice a whisper but not for long. “what is this the great vegas senses… divine power of the gods?” his voice treads louder. there’s a grin snaking through his expression as he opens his eyes again.
“or is it fate itself?”
the grand vegas stalks forward, slamming a hand against the tabletop. the crystal ball rattles on its perch, “tell me, pythoness.”
“which is it?” [newclass=.arcadia_un]width:250px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #646786;[/newclass] [newclass=.arcadia_un .image img]width:80px;height:80px;[/newclass] [newclass=.arcadia_un .head]text-align:center;color:#fff;line-height:13px;font-family:Work Sans;font-weight:bold;text-transform:uppercase;-webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease 1s;-moz-transition: all 0.5s ease 1s;-ms-transition: all 0.5s ease 1s;-o-transition: all 0.5s ease 1s;transition: all 0.5s ease 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.arcadia_un .lolol]margin:8px; text-align:justify; font-size:10.5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.hoverr]width:150px;font-size:11px;color:#fff;margin-right:-80px;text-align:justify;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease;-moz-transition: all 1s ease;-ms-transition: all 1s ease;-o-transition: all 1s ease;transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.arcadia_un:hover .hoverr]margin-top:-80px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease;-moz-transition: all 1s ease;-ms-transition: all 1s ease;-o-transition: all 1s ease;transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.arcadia_un:hover .head]opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease;-moz-transition: all 0.5s ease;-ms-transition: all 0.5s ease;-o-transition: all 0.5s ease;transition: all 0.5s ease;[/newclass] |
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Post by hemlock walters on Jan 26, 2017 23:38:53 GMT
[newclass=.okokok]display: block; font-size:11.3px;text-align:justify;width:260px;padding:25px;margin:10px 165px;border:1px solid #7679A6;[/newclass] [newclass=.okokok img]float:left; margin-right:11px;margin-bottom:2px;[/newclass] [attr="class","okokok"]  a walking disaster came in, and hemlock nearly dropped her phone at such an entrance; it falls to her lap, caught on thighs, and she scrambles to shove it into a pocket as he views the room. she watches as he seems pained - she reached forward a bit, almost leaving her seat out of concern - and then he continues on, causing her to sink back and squint. what was he saying? what was he even trying to communi- SLAM a gasp escapes hemlock as she jolts in shock, reaching forward to stabilize the ball. that cost money, and she needed to eat. "pythoness..." probably the weirdest, nicest thing she's been called. better than other terms. "y-yes, this is where the fates read into your soul, s-sir." she clears her through, indicating to the seat across from her. please take it, she begs within her head, because you're too tall as it is with me sitting. "would you... would you like a reading? the c-cards, the ball, or the blood?" JULIO VEGAS |
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Jan 27, 2017 18:54:16 GMT
[googlefont="Work+Sans"] [attr="class","arcadia_un"] [attr="class","image"] | [attr="class","head"]EVERYBODY WANTS TO LOVE YOU |
[attr="class","lolol"]“pythoness!” and as he repeats a large hand falls on the back of the offered chair and the great vegas pulls it out with a grand flourish. it wheezes against the floor with the action and then wheezes beneath the weight of justice itself when he sits – that, and the man of close to 250 pounds worth of muscle.
julio edges in the chair back close to the table but nudges it with the movement. this time vegas’ own hand goes out to steady the crystal ball this time. his hands overlap with the girl opposite. he looks her in the eye.
“would vegas like a reading?” there’s a grandiose laugh right from the bottom of his belly. the hawlucha sways, now falling from his head but vegas, again, pays no mind. it lands on the floor with little problem. “forsooth, it is what the great vegas has been drawn here for today!”
and with his attention rapt on hemlock, a frown spreads across his expression as julio repeats, far louder and more curious, “the blood?”
there’s excitement in his voice.
“what foul magiks dost thou conduct?” [newclass=.arcadia_un]width:250px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #646786;[/newclass] [newclass=.arcadia_un .image img]width:80px;height:80px;[/newclass] [newclass=.arcadia_un .head]text-align:center;color:#fff;line-height:13px;font-family:Work Sans;font-weight:bold;text-transform:uppercase;-webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease 1s;-moz-transition: all 0.5s ease 1s;-ms-transition: all 0.5s ease 1s;-o-transition: all 0.5s ease 1s;transition: all 0.5s ease 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.arcadia_un .lolol]margin:8px; text-align:justify; font-size:10.5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.hoverr]width:150px;font-size:11px;color:#fff;margin-right:-80px;text-align:justify;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease;-moz-transition: all 1s ease;-ms-transition: all 1s ease;-o-transition: all 1s ease;transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.arcadia_un:hover .hoverr]margin-top:-80px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease;-moz-transition: all 1s ease;-ms-transition: all 1s ease;-o-transition: all 1s ease;transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.arcadia_un:hover .head]opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease;-moz-transition: all 0.5s ease;-ms-transition: all 0.5s ease;-o-transition: all 0.5s ease;transition: all 0.5s ease;[/newclass] |
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