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 Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 10:41 am
With them, she spoke of common talk, and why she had been absent. Not forgetting her place, also, she procured a small sack from her sash and held it towards the couple. They nodded, knowing her request without spoken words, yet this time was different. "I want to help make the dress as well," she replied, "But I have some business pending. We shall start tomorrow." She left as swift and gently as she came, her dress giving her a countenance of lake maiden o'er the damp roads she passed. (Gone to BRT)
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 7:07 am
A young girl sits hunched on top of one of the condemned building watching people walk under the street lights as they hurry to reach home before the sun passes down below the buildings. The streets were emptier these days. The girl recalls her child hood when they were busy, but it seems people feared the out doors, ever more so under the moon light. The back road, smaller and with out lights, sits like a ghost with untold stories. It’s filled with the blood stains of street fights. The young girl smirks as she is sure her blood is among the rest.(( it's not very active back here so I'm sure I'll be role playing with my self.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 12:15 am
From the thin air of an uncrowded spot of the bustling sidewalk a small cloth appeared and began to float in midair. Slowly it began to revolve and form into a swirling vortex that slowly grew. As it did the crowd began to move away from it, it was a well known sight among all. As it approached several meters tall it suddenly shrunk back to hankercheif size in an instant, revealing Testaments figure. As he tucked the cloth back into his leather cross-top the crowd in the area began to thin dramatically, faster than they already had, leaving a very clear area around Testament. "Unfortunately, I suppose even the humbled are subject to guilt by association." He whispered under his breath. After there were none within the block he noticed one being had not left the area, he worried a bit, believing that it might have been a permanent victim of the lower class' lifestyle. He turned his face to the top of a building, where the lifeforce resided.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 2:40 pm
Vada walks to the edge and looks over, often has she debating jumping. Not because she is unhappy with her self but simply to see what would happen. On the street below she could see a figure manifest it self as crowds move away. Unlike the roaches that call then selves intelligent she does not react, but simply turns away and walks off to the side of the building where a little shack sits made from pieces of scrap metal and other unclaimed objects. To most, even the life that resided in this part of town, her shack was not good enough for a home, yet to her it was paradise.
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