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 Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:41 am
♥ tonight i'll still be lying here ♥
♥ surrounded in all the light ♥
song quotes from "Surrounded" by Dream Theater
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:52 am
when angels waken with a kiss
Character Information: Name: Luce Gabrieli
Birthday: July 1, 1985
Age: 23
Height: 5'9"
Build: Slender without much real muscle tone.
Ethnicity: Half-Italian, half-French
Eye Color: Soft grey-blue
Hair Color: Honey-blond
Hair Style: Loosely wavy/curly; somewhat messy, but it brushes against his collarbone at the longest points in the front.
Jewelry:One small silver hoop in each earlobe, and a ring in the upper cartilage of the left.
Piercings: Both ears once, and the left in the upper cartilage.
Status: Single
Orientation: Uncertain
Type: ???
Notes: ???
Position: Stray
Text Color: Slate Blue
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 4:51 am
the shadow i've been hiding in
Player's Information Name: Kit, Kitsune, Kitsu -- long as you don't call me late for dinner. ;D
Birthday: August 1, 1988
Age: 19
Occupation: Journalist-slash-college-student
Studying: Journalism, of course. And a music minor to boot!
Time Spent on Gaia: 24 hours minus whenever I'm asleep or in class?
Time Zone: Central time (GMT -6)
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 4:56 am
let the light surround you
RP Availability
Type: Shop/MSNM/AIM Informal
Status: Open
Type: Semi-Literate
Status: Limited until May 15
Type: Literate
Status: Highly limited - PM for availability.
Notes: I'm often slightly slow when it comes to guild RP. AIM is the easiest place if you want quicker responses.
I do log, so let me know if you'd like a log of the encounter. :3
RP is fun, not work. ♥ I reserve the right to ask to bring a quick end to a situation that just isn't working out.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 4:59 am
raise a shelter to the sky
Work Log
None yet~
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 5:01 am
by a candle stands a mirror of his heart and soul
Wishlist and Gifts
None yet~
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 5:02 am
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 5:08 am
May 07 2008
The first thing I remembered when I woke this morning was the sound of water, and the taste of mango; I was barefoot in the sand and thinking of nothing, and Mama (as I remember her, not the way she is today) was wearing a spotted sundress with her hair as golden as a banner loose in the wind. She moved the way she always does in those dreams -- the sand unstirred beneath her bare toes, she glides in the wet grey without pushing white footprints into it.
Father was nowhere to be seen, but was that a surprise? It was always mother and me in the sand, and strange loneliness.
Something about waking up in this bed reminded me of the hotel we stayed in, with high-arched doors and ceiling fans that stirred the air (it is much colder here than it was there; I remember the sun's radiant glow, the sunburn that peeled off Mama's shoulders and we laughed when she hissed like a snake).
I can't help thinking of the past now that the future seems like a much more certain thing. In a sense I'm glad that I've settled here, and yet I wonder if Mama and Father intend to wait for me, or even to write to me after they leave in a couple of days. They never were ones to enjoy being tied down by obligations. I guess even I'm an obligation now that I'm settled here, especially since I'm doing something they don't like for the first time in my life.
That's a sobering thought -- even a little frightening. But then they always were that way, afraid of putting down roots. And I guess by accepting this job, I've put down my own first fragile ones.
I wonder if I'll learn to grow where I'm planted?
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