Human Tendencies [Snare]

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 750[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- Saxophone[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Snare couldn't help but grin wildly as Sax decided to go in, to match his call. Hook, line, and sinker; as the human idiom goes. "A good hand? Hell, you have no idea do ya? Hah, get ready to pay out of your ass... with my money. Eh, you need to do some labour and get paid." A little off track, but he had a point. Winning his own money still bothered him enough for his grin to falter. None the less he had this now, Sax was as good as dead. Though he couldn't help but silently wonder what the older namekian's hand was; maybe it was a flush, if so he would be done. But it was impossible; the river didn't allow for it, nor a full house or much of anything other than what he got. Unless the asshole got lucky and got a pair, a trio with the cards included. If that was the case, shit, but until then there was no need to worry and Snare would rather be caught dead then caught worrying. It wasn't him, after all. So instead he reinstated his grin, shifting his cheek bones as he nearly counted the seconds; staring hard at the cards Sax had pushed forward. This was it, and Snare would be damned if he lost. Snare tensed slightly as he watched Saxophone handled his cards, flipping them over to reveal a queen and jack of clubs. His mind quickly raced to the options as his eyes observed the river. The best he could get out of that combo would be a pair. He silently screamed in victory, but tried to remain passive and calm on the outside; keeping his trademark grin on though of course. He wanted this moment to last, last long enough for it to be forever embedded in the older namekian's mind as the day he thought he won but lost so hard. Snare nodded stoically with the humans at Saxophone's observation. "Ya; you got yourself a queen high pair." He stated in a monotonous voice, feeling all eyes fall on him. "Na-huh~" Snare said in a singsong voice, a response to Saxophone's cocky move for the pot. Like hell, he silently thought. "I hate to break it to you, buuuuut," he mused smartly, dragging the ending on. He grabbed the two flimsy cards in his right hand, feeling rather motivated. With a flourish he slammed the cards down face up, his grin growing to the point he let out a chuckle; purple visible through the space of his jaws. He pointed to the eight of spades and four of clubs. "I kicked your ass; eight high straight brother." The humans all looked over, some with awe, others with mild appreciation; all did check the validity though, noticing the five, six and seven in the river. Then they nodded in approval. Snare however, paid no attention to them. Rather he took a picture of Sax's face in his mind, and then moved his eyes greedily to the pot of money in the middle. It was all his now; and for some reason he didn't care that most of it was his, who the hell would with so much money for you. He used his arm as a shovel, pulling over all the bills of zenni in a fowl swoop. With that done he began to count it all, separating it with his one hand as his mind raced. He was sure as hell happy, a very obvious trait seen written on his face. He chuckled, "Looks like I destroyed 'ya Sax." He stated as though it was a fact, not even bothering to look up from his current task. "But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." He said in smooth confidence. "I'll let it be best two out of three, so you have a chance 'ta heal your wounded ego." Finally he finished counting, pocketing his prize with a satisfied smirk. "Must suck though; losing to your junior and student. Hah! I'd be pissed." It was as though Snare couldn't help it, wanting to break the guy down. "I've gotten better eh?" Snare pocketed the money, then he passed the dealer chip over to Sax. "C'mon big guy, your deal. Maybe you'll get lucky." With that said he chuckled lightly, tapping his hand lightly on the table as he waited for the deck to be gathered, shuffled, and dealt. It was time to beat his ass another round.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]

[Saxophone]

[bg=8c76bb][atrb=width, 500, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px; color: #dddddd;text-align: right;height: 150px;display:table-cell;vertical-align:bottom;margin-right: 180px;width: 330px;]TELL THE STORY	[bg=8c76bb][STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;float: right;margin-bottom: -30px;margin-right: 40px;]
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][bg=dddddd][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #8c76bb;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px;vAlign: top;text-align: right;width: 500px;float: right;][STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 15px;font-size: 10px;] He kept his face blank, it was only after he had put his hand down and gestured to take the chips that he saw that smile on his face, that damn smile. His head lowered, and lowered, until his face was kissing the table while the table grumbled and mumbled with praises and spite as Snare showed him his wrongs. A straight? How did he not see that with the combination of cards? Oh he knew... He knew too well, this stupid drink! He contained his sore loser attitude within the surface of the table before looking up with a less than amused droop on his features. 'Gotten better..' a little grin consumed his losing face while a chip was passed his way, he had gotten better, and not just in this strange game. 'Oh, so I deal now.' This game was starting to make sense one little thing at a time, and of course it was in his luck to make a simple error in his first ever hand at the game. None the less he took the deck from Snare, browsing through the cards and flicking them from side to side to get a feel for throwing out two at a time. 'Alright then, lets give this another shot..' He decided to pull a little trick, his hands pestering him with their lack of coordination with his brain. He focused himself, much like he would focus his body to ignore the damage he would receive. His brows furrowed slightly as his head tilted towards his shoulder, placing his nails between the first set of cards before straightening his fingers suddenly. The effect was two cards shooting across the table and stopping at the player, he did this with ease once he got a grip for it, as to him it was much like his hand lock exercises. He had dealt the cards with the best skill he could muster, and as he planned the humans of the table were pleased with the speed and talent of the new guys dealing skill even if Snare wasn't. The ante chips passed though still didn't get to either of them, Sax took his cards and placed them straight onto the table, all he needed was this focus after all. He had two Fives of both clubs and spades before the game had even began, that must count for something right? He placed in his money, decided to stay on this round while another folded right away with a horrible set of cards. His eyes flicked from player to player, some locking to him while others bounced off the glance. Then there was Snare, what was he doing? What did he have? No doubt it was going to be him and Snare through to the end once more, even if they didn't have a good hand. Snare had a good hand before though, maybe this is the kind of game which brought out Snares more tactical side. The simple thought of it made Sax sigh as he rested back into leaned position over the table. Why didn't he have this kind of concentration on everything he did in life?
[cs=2][bg=8c76bb][STYLE=text-align: center;font-size: 10px;]Notes: Determined face! Tagged: Snare Word Count: 540
[STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;]template by pianissimo of BTN and LS

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 562[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- Saxophone[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Snare tried to keep a straight face as Sax asked if it was his deal, but try as he may fate had other plans. The whole concept of Saxophone's virginity to the game was almost laughable... wait, it was funny as hell! Snare chuckled heartily, briefly wondering if he was going to ask him to hold his hands while he dealt out the cards. The younger namekian should be reasonable, considering this is the first time the older one has ever seen a deck of cards let alone handle one, but Snare never claimed to be responsible nor fair. So he stuck with what came natural to him; in this case it was laughing at his ex-mentor as he struggled. Snare watched with up turned eyes as Saxophone played with the deck; holy crap the guy really was going to need help. The spotted namekian made to move for the cards to show the drunken Sax what he was supposed to do when he was abruptly shown up. The cards sped with ease across the table, landing perfectly and face down. His hearty grin faltered as one of his eyes twitched. How the hell did the namekian sudden learn how to deal? Especially after just asking. What the hell was going on? Snare let a frown settle on his maw, letting it deepen when he realized he couldn't cross his arms indigently at the display. He really needed his other fucking arm back now, but he still lacked the strength. Rest would be good, but for now he would have to kick some ass. He placed his poker face on one more, letting the mask rest comfortably on his face as a smirk grew. He bent back the top of his cards, revealing an Ace of Spades and a Ten of Clubs. This hand was crap, complete crap. Maybe not as crappy as his last hand was, but that one got him a Straight. He let the tops of the cards lie back on the table, letting himself muse. The only thing that seemed to reassure him was the Ace, and what if nothing came of it? He scoffed, rolling his eyes; he was picking up Saxophone's dirty trait of thinking too much. He needed to stop that. Snare's eyes went to the man next to Saxophone, the first to go. He met his gaze with blue eyes before giving a slight 'Hum' and sliding his cards away in a fold. The spotted namekian wondered how passive this man was? Did he not ever go for the draw unless it was perfect? That was a silly way to play the game; especially when you had to play the small or big blind. The next human seemed as equally thrilled with his hand, a pensive expression on his face. But he went with it anyway, nothing to lose considering he had already placed the needed amount for the next round. The third human's turn came up, the larger man sitting to Snare's right. He lacked any hesitation and immediately slapped down ten zenni, cockily looking about the table. Snare laughed lightly, before mirroring the man's actions. "Count me in," he replied easily. He looked over to see Sax had already taken his turn, so with a cocky smirk he motioned with his hand for Saxophone to hurry up. "We ain't getting any younger."[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]

[Saxophone]

[bg=8c76bb][atrb=width, 500, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px; color: #dddddd;text-align: right;height: 150px;display:table-cell;vertical-align:bottom;margin-right: 180px;width: 330px;]TELL THE STORY	[bg=8c76bb][STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;float: right;margin-bottom: -30px;margin-right: 40px;]
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][bg=dddddd][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #8c76bb;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px;vAlign: top;text-align: right;width: 500px;float: right;][STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 15px;font-size: 10px;] Everyone had made their choice, everything was in order and the table had returned to Sax. A few more seemed confident of their hands in comparison to last time, though when it came to Snare's he wasn't sure whether he actually had a good hand or he liked to just keep going as long as Sax did. Don't get him wrong, Sax was sure that his brother knew the insides and outs of this strange game, but the moment he got involved he couldn't help but think that Snare's perception on the competition would change. Even if was something as simple as a race home back when they were on Namek, Snare would take it as if his whole pride depended on it. The young namekian pushed him for progress in the round, taking any chance he could get to speed up the process. The others seemed to be a bit more patient than his brother, twiddling their thumbs and spinning their chips while Sax moved to place the first set of cards into play. He passed the first card to one side, taking the next three and sliding them across the table as he flicked each one to reveal its contents. A collection of chuckles and grunts came from about the table as the cards seemed almost convenient, with a pair of fives from the hearts and diamonds, followed by a king of spades to finish the flop. It was an interesting hand, it left everyone with something to use and the next set of bets hadn't even been accounted for yet. So what was he going to do about it? He suspected Snare would follow up with another raise, the others had smiles and smirks about them which suggested they were ready to throw some into the pot also, guess he wasn't going to disappoint by being the odd one out. 'I'll raise twenty.' He said moments after placing the flop down, sliding his chips onto the small pile while the others didn't even wait for their turn of the table, everyone bar the person who had folded at the start meeting the raise while they looked back to their cards and that of the tables with content faces. The least he could get here was the two pairs, and the extra cards hadn't even been shown yet, giving him every chance to have victory in this round. The others however unnerved him, typical for them to have possible good hands the same time he did... And with those kind of cards on the table a series of combinations could be inside any of their hands. He continued to keep himself occupied, his fingers fiddling while he adjusted his seating position every so often, it was hard trying to keep such a concentrated look while his mind was telling him to just flat-line here and now. He held onto his sound state of mind for the time being, looking to Snare with a raised brow, an innocent way to gesture curiosity about his actions. He had made a horrible mistake the last round, needless to say he blamed the toxins cycling around his system, but even he knew at the back of his mind that in this one rare case, Snare knew what he was doing where Sax couldn't tell his ass from his elbow. He had to learn, and he had to learn fast, if he had gained any insight into learning from Snare it was that no matter how much you complain about it... You'll get the hang of it eventually. Sadly for him in Snares case, that was often a very long period of time, and it involved a lot of complaining.
[cs=2][bg=8c76bb][STYLE=text-align: center;font-size: 10px;]Notes: N/A Tagged: Snare Word Count: 622
[STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;]template by pianissimo of BTN and LS

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]despite all my rage[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]i am still just a rat in a cage[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]despite all my rage am i still just a rat in a cage?[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 937[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- Saxophone[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- smashing pumpkins[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Snare watched with a half-interested gaze as Saxophone began to deal the cards; face down first before flipping them. Maybe it was to add to the suspense? To make the reveal all the more better? Hell if he knew, but apparently it had that result as the second the cards flipped over the leftover humans let out obnoxious noises. Snare cast a disbelieving glance, wondering why on earth they were revealing themselves so easily. They sure as hell weren't that stupid last round, what had happened from that time till now apparently went over his head. Maybe they ordered a bunch of drinks and then banged their heads against the table several times over. All he knew was that the larger man beside him seemed rather disgruntled - not an emotion you want to show in poker unless you're an idiot - where as the other man chuckled with glee. Snare shook his head very slightly, trying to fix his fallen mask; it was to no avail, the humans suddenly reverted back to their monkey heritage. Here he thought there was some sort of skill between the trio. Snare ignored the humans, no longer even bothering to figure out their tells; the idiots had just shouted out their hands. It would be a waste of time. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what magic happened in the last five minutes to cause this. The spotted namekian's black eyes hovered over to the flop, observing each card carefully. Two fives and a King; absolutely nothing useful for him. But he was no idiot, the chances that someone else had one of the four fives were pretty high. Which meant that someone could have the chance at a full house, or already did. He cast a glance to the happy human, suspicion hidden in his eyes. Would it be possible for the man to have both a five and a king? Regardless if he had both or not, he sure as hell had a better hand the his own Ace high play. Could he bluff out of this shit? Probably. Snare waited for his turn, ready to raise and scare the crap out of everybody; but it never came. Saxophone, apparently so giddy with his hands, instead of waiting for the order pushed his raise into the pot. Snare wasn't the only one caught off guard by this, the man to Sax's left seemed to be having some sort of inner tantrum. He was probably too scared to say something though, in fear the seven foot giant may get physically. Snare looked over to Saxophone with mild disbelief, meeting the older's curious gaze. Maybe the asshole had a good hand as well then, maybe he was the one with the full house. The chance of that was almost impossible, but he wouldn't put it past luck's randomness. He gave a slight tilt to his head, pondering as he stared at the flop. What options did he have? The only thing he could possibly get would be a pair, maybe two if he was lucky; a Straight if Kami was favouring him. But two Straights in a row? He wasn't going to put any hope in that. So in layman's terms he had nothing. Snare rolled his shoulder, trying to hide his hesitation as the turns began to roll. He could hear the first human agreeing to the raise; slowly and hesitantly throwing in his twenty zenni. All he could do at this point would be to bluff; a trait he usually relied on. He could probably get the humans out and their good hands, but Sax? His previous attempts yielded no positive results, and it was unsurprising. Sax was a rock; an oblivious rock with all that alcohol pumping through his veins no doubt. Any bluff would probably just go right through him. So this hand he was destined to lose, fair enough. It was how this game went right? You win some, you lose some. The larger human also agreed to meet the raise, placing his twenty zenni into the pot. His turn now; but did he really want to go out like a coward? He frowned inwardly at the thought, there had to be some way around that. Then he got it, or at least came up with something simple; it wasn't anything if he was being honest. Snare let out a bored sigh, eyeing his cards with a lazy look as if he was contemplating something. In reality his mind was as blank as a piece of paper. He let out a drawled 'hmm', and then abruptly pushed his cards forward. "I'll give you guys a break," he said with his usual smirk replacing any hesitation in his face. "'Sides I need another drink." It was a lame excuse, but he made it rather believable; making it seem as though he was in fact giving everyone a chance to do something so pointless. A martyr's move, he hoped they would see it as. He pushed himself carelessly to his feet, feeling his legs slightly numb as though he was sitting on them for to long. "Don't get used to winning while I'm gone." He stated with an easy smirk, pacing away to the bar. He arrived there seconds later, leaning his spotted arm on the table. The bartender gave a knowing look, a slow and small smile on his lips. "Eh, shut it." Snare hissed aggressively. The old man's reaction to this? A playful chuckle along, before he dragged his hand across his lips as though he was zipping it. The namekian scoffed. "Smartass," he mumbled.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]and someone will say[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]what is lost can never be saved[/style]

[Saxophone]

[bg=8c76bb][atrb=width, 500, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px; color: #dddddd;text-align: right;height: 150px;display:table-cell;vertical-align:bottom;margin-right: 180px;width: 330px;]TELL THE STORY	[bg=8c76bb][STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;float: right;margin-bottom: -30px;margin-right: 40px;]
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][bg=dddddd][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #8c76bb;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px;vAlign: top;text-align: right;width: 500px;float: right;][STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 15px;font-size: 10px;] 'Snare..?' He tilted his head at the younger namekian as he seemed almost baffled at the sight, so was he for that matter, everyone had just burst out into glee and cheer the moment he had put the cards down. He resisted the urge to join them for fear he would break focus, he was idiotic enough to skip his turn after the cards had been played to begin with, weird how the others decided to do the exact same thing. He watched Snare as he placed his cards on the table, pushing them forward before taking a stand and moving to the bar. Looks like Snare was out on his luck as far as the cards were concerned, but this was Snare he was thinking of, the guy would have just gone on with the worst hand imaginable just for that chance. Snare had learnt control? The guy had chosen to back out rather than push forward, the whole idea of Snare making such an action an almost baffling thought. He looked amongst the other participants as they returned the glance with silent request to progress, Sax moved the next card into place, taking Snare's hand and placing it on the bottom of the deck as he pondered, had these humans really had this kind of effect on him? Was it the years, even the trauma? He couldn't help but think snare was hiding himself under that angry face rather than just using it for the sake of it nowadays. The humans sighs and gasps brought Sax's mind back to the game, all of them checking with forced straight faces, even the newbie namekian could see that. He looked beside him, for some reason thinking Snare would be there, his drunken mind messing with his memory while he looked to the bar just to account former students real presence. The guy had a way of playing, a form of actions which summed up a general masked motive... If Sax could harness some of those passes and straight faces maybe he would have a better chance at this hand. If he had to learn he may as well learn it from someone he could slightly laugh about it afterwards with, rubbing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he pretended to look almost distraught over the card, looking to his hand then leaning away from the table. Maybe it was a little extreme, but none the less someone seemed to catch the false side of it, shoving another ten into the pot before smirking around the table. Sax fought the urge to snigger, though at the man's stupid looking face rather than the turn of events, moving to raise as the others did. The same result followed, what was once a lone picture card got some company while a queen and another king joined it's ranks, making this whole hand a bit of a strange result. Nothing much had been done after the initial spew of chips, more along the lines of silent mumblings and quick table tapping's. Once all the cards had been placed the whole table seemed reluctant to follow up their revealing while Sax had placed his victorious four of a kind out front and centre. He looked to the group, clanging up at the probably observing Snare with a quick grin, was he close to victory? If so it was a feeling well deserved as a smile uncontrollably emerged on Sax's face. It was progress like this in something he knew nothing about which made him gleam, not to mention the last second noticing of his high card combo. The humans one by one grunted and threw their cards about in defeat, much to his suprise they had next to nothing in comparison. Sax was utterly confused, sure it was an act of bluffing on his end in the initial turns but after that he remained pretty much emotionless. Was that it? The whole idea behind this game? Throw a fake gesture here and there and they'll follow you like small children? Come to think of it Snare had pretty much the same look on his face the whole time while he was playing, making it basically impossible to see what he was up to, bar the commenting but that was Snare by nature.. He pulled in his winnings, moving the dealer marker across while he folded his arms tightly against him, giving Snare a light smile as he nodded. The closest he could get to a thanks without feeling like he was undermining himself around him, looking back to the table as the cards were passed about.
[cs=2][bg=8c76bb][STYLE=text-align: center;font-size: 10px;]Notes: Bluffing~ Tagged: Snare Word Count: 782
[STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;]template by pianissimo of BTN and LS

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]despite all my rage[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]i am still just a rat in a cage[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]despite all my rage am i still just a rat in a cage?[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 698[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- Saxophone[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- n/a[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- smashing pumpkins[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Snare glanced over his shoulder, briefly eyeing down the table as things went on without him. For some reason he felt irked at that; as if he actually wanted everyone to just wait on his return like he was royalty. He knew it was ridiculous, but he couldn't stop his feelings from taking such a metamorphosis. So he shrugged it off, hiding his disappointment as he looked back at the bar. The bartender seemed to pick up on his mood, like some sort of wizard. He passed a friendly smile, his eyes crinkling at the sides to show his age; wise is what it suggested. He stopped cleaning his glass, placing the clean mug down on the counter while Snare gave him a strange look; he could remember that man cleaning that glass since he got here. "It's a habit," he said softly, motioning to the mug. "Helps me focus." "What are you? Some sorta mind reader?" Snare asked with a hint of bewilderment, feeling as though his mind was being intruded without him even knowing. The older man let out a chuckle, his soft smile appearing once more on his face. He shook his head lightly to the question. "Just been around long enough." He stated lightly, busying his hands behind the counter as he pulled out the oddly shaped sake bottle and another cup. He pressed both of them forward across the table. "Go on now, take it." He said with a reassuring smile, letting Snare pick up the bottle and cup. "Just remember," he began, his voice taking on a warning tone. "I'm keeping count. My mind may be old but I still got my memory." He added playfully. Snare gave a weak smile in response, nodding. "Don't worry about it, I'll get back to ya' on that." His voice was solid, confident, assuring the man he was going to get his pay. With that said he gave a very slight bow before turning around and walking back to the table. From the looks of it everyone was still in the game, something that was reaffirmed when the spotted namekian took his seat on the floor; placing his drink on the low table. He received no looks of acknowledgement, which probably meant they were too into the game right now. Snare looked over to the river as he poured his drink, and was hit with relief; he didn't miss anything good at all. He began to take his drink when it was time to show cards. His eyes settled on Saxophone's revealed hand and he coughed, almost spitting out the alcohol in his mouth. "A Four of a Kind? Are you fucking with me? No way." He said in slight surprise, eyeing one of the highest hands one could get in this game. It really was a good thing that he dropped out, he had no way of winning against that; even with a Straight. Hell, he'd have to get a Royal Flush or a Straight Flush; impossible hands. Snare did his best to revert back to his poker face, but he couldn't help but still be a little apprehensive. Saxophone was getting good hands one after another, while the rest of the table was getting crap. Whatever, he'd get this go. "Count me back in," he mumbled to the dealer, receiving a slight nod of acknowledgement. Without any longer of a wait, the dealer began to do his job; dishing out two cards to each person before setting the deck down. Snare gave a look to his cards, bending the top of them both slightly to get a look. A Jack of Hearts and Queen of Diamonds. It wasn't the greatest of hands, but it at least gave him a chance for a high card win. The spotted namekian watched as each human placed down the amount needed to get to the next round. For once, all the humans were continuing on. When it came Snare's turn, he did the same, placing ten zenni in the pot. Which left Sax's turn before they went onto the next round. He tapped his fingers against the table, deciding to pour himself another cup as he waited.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]and someone will say[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]what is lost can never be saved[/style]

[Saxophone]

[bg=8c76bb][atrb=width, 500, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px; color: #dddddd;text-align: right;height: 150px;display:table-cell;vertical-align:bottom;margin-right: 180px;width: 330px;]TELL THE STORY	[bg=8c76bb][STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;float: right;margin-bottom: -30px;margin-right: 40px;]
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][bg=dddddd][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #8c76bb;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px;vAlign: top;text-align: right;width: 500px;float: right;][STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 15px;font-size: 10px;] Sax couldn't help but chuckle to himself as his former student returned with more drink to consume, having to pry himself away from the idea after realising what kind of effect it had on him. It was indeed a very lucky hand, but it showed Sax a lot of things, mainly that this game was all about luck which stacked onto his understandings of winning a little and losing a lot. Snare had seemed to bring the whole substance over with him rather than a single glass, the older namekian glancing back and forth between the dealing cards and bottle, he could have at least one drink right? It felt almost as if the previous consumption was out of his system, or at least his mind wasn't spinning a long with his limbs. He motioned to take the bottle, sliding it back across towards him before pouring out one of his own. 'We're on the same tab, right?' Sax clearly still under the idea that this was all free thanks to this magical tab device smiled happily as he gradually sipped at his drink due to realisation of his previous drinking methods. He caught his cards moving towards him from the corner of his eyes, placing his hands down on them and curling the tips in Snares method to reveal a three of hearts and a four of clubs. Leaving him to ponder over his actions while the others made theirs. The hand was nice enough, nothing large but with the flop not even in place the namekian had a lot to go for, not to mention Snare was back in the game. He tried to catch glimpses of the other people faces around the table, casually drinking his sake while he flipped the chip up and down. The others seemed to be ready to move on, and his thinking time was up, placing his one chip on the table he glanced over at one of the humans who seemed to be eye balling his cards. the action made Sax lean forward in curiosity, the man asking for the dealer to wait while he placed another five on the table... No one seemed to complain yet, though the whole idea seemed to settle with him at least. Sax met the persons last minute raise with an argued grunt, were it not for him winning that last round he would be very low on funds right now. He glanced over to the younger namekian once again seated and ready to play, and as suspected his face told no story's or simple guides. He leaned back in his seat, tapping his finger on his crossed arms as he observed the actions come around to him once more.
[cs=2][bg=8c76bb][STYLE=text-align: center;font-size: 10px;]Notes: N/A Tagged: Snare Word Count: 528
[STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;]template by pianissimo of BTN and LS

[Snare]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]life for you has been less than kind[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #ffffff;]so take a number and stand in line[/style][style=color: #bddb73; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]we've all been sorry we've all been hurt[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- 589[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- Saxophone[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- you crazy; using zenni and chips >> also im just saying Sax bet too cause i don't want to be restricted to just watching everyone place their bets[/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]lyrics -- rise against[/style] [style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b2cf6d; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 345px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Saxophone's turn came, and then went; only for one of the humans to make a small raise. It really had no affect, and everyone quickly threw another five in, making everyone survive the first round of betting. Snare gave a lazy glance over everybody, watching as everyone fiddled with their hands. He let his mind briefly ponder, eyes settling on an empty space before him. The humans were being quiet again, like they knew how to play. That was always good, presented a bit more of a challenge to the spotted namkeian. However, there was something unnerving about all of them being in there; it was like he was in a fight and outnumbered. But even that didn't seem to describe it right. His dark gaze slowly settled on the man with the cowboy esqe hat over his eyes (a perfect idea for a game like this really). The man had not played a single hand before this, even folding when he had put in the big blind. So what could possibly have him going in this time? Was it a good hand? Snare couldn't help but doubt that; after the last hand being a Four of a Kind he simply assumed that the table was officially out of luck. The dealer cleared his throat lightly, bringing everyone's wandering gaze to him as he shuffled the deck out of what, nervousness? The spotted namekian couldn't really grasp why someone would do that unless it was nerves, or they were trying to cheat. He mouth curled up slightly, like a dog beginning to growl. He would be damned if someone cheated in a game he was playing, and the perpetrator would be dead. Simply put. Snare watched carefully as the cards shuffled before the man placed the deck down, sliding the top three cards and placing them face up on the table. He must have been anal because moments after he proceeded to make sure they were aligned and evenly spaced from each other. But Snare didn't pay his obsessive habit too much attention; the flop was there now, it needed all of his attention along with all of his hope. Luck better shine down on his ass. Snare let his mind ponder as he stared at the three cards: A King of Diamonds, an Eight of Diamonds, and to top it off a Three of Diamonds. On one hand Snare was happy at where this was headed; if he got a ten and nine he would be able to get a Straight again. But at the same time this presented a very shaky foundation. Since everything was the same suit, chances were that someone could get very close to getting a Flush; hell, if he was lucky enough he could get one too. He needed to decimate the competition, and he knew just how to do that. He let a confident smirk grow on his maw as he slowly raised his gaze from the flop. The humans seemed a bit more hesitant with their betting, probably thinking the same thing involving a flush; probably meant none of them were near it. They each bet ten zenni and slowly it became his turn, and as if to completely throw everyone off he pulled fifty zenni out of his pocket. "I'll raise a forty." He said with a large grin, pushing the bills into the center pot. Everyone had a shocked face, and he wondered if he had already won. He chuckled lightly at the idea, waiting for everyone to go.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #9cb55f; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]but how we survive[/style][style=background: #b2cf6d; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #ffffff;]is what makes us who we are[/style]