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 Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 5:52 pm
T U R N . O N E
S E T T I N G
A full moon's eve it was, though moonlight was missing still.
The night sky was muffled by wispy clouds and cold smoke,
and snow---white as angels, graceful like maidens,
and perhaps just as cold---flake by flake they piled upon the
stone-tiled floors, waiting to be mashed and trampled.
Lifeless trees, iron benches, old streetlamps...Ah, and yes---
a children's playground. Sandbox. A plastic castle. Swings.
This was the East-End Park, located at a remote corner in the town
of La'To. It was a part of town that used to have history.
Used to. Until the Church exorcised all the demons there.
Pink, gentle petals mingled with frosty snowflakes.
Together they danced, fell, and danced still.
In this lonely, elusive park, a party will soon begin underneath
the blossoming tree---the same old tree that flowers sooner than
all others, more often than not in the snow.
Quite a sight.
Hidden in the mist of pink blossoms, a black-clad demon rested
upon a branch, slowly chewing on powdery petals as he waited.
Now, for the guests to arrive.
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d i r e c t i o n s
1. What you post next will be the response to the TURN 1 prompt.
What you want to do is introduce your human and put them into the
scenario, and react to the situation. So basically make them exist.
2. You will have 50 minutes to write up your response.
The deadline is 9:50 p.m. EST.
3. You do not have to write a lot. Quality over quantity,
and feel free to be creative.
4. Only use size-11 black font when responding.
Good Luck!
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:32 pm
Why, pray tell, of all the nights there were it had to be precisely this one? Nina kept asking herself as she made her way through shady alleys and empty streets. A little voice at the back of her head snorted at the stupid question but besides that, it remained silent. Now because of this I’ll have to reschedule my whole week! the red head Italian kicked at the snow and cursed under her breath. Nina was a busy woman you know? She had a tight agenda: places to be, things to steal, people to kill… you know…the usual for a gangster.
But it was not her agenda was not what had her pissed this night…it was the snow. If there was something that Nerina “the doll” hated more than running out of cigarettes, may the gods forbid the day that happens, it was snow. It was cold, it was wet, it was slippery and it was impossible to looks fashionable without freezing to death. “Oh without mentioning the fact it’s virtually impossible to use my blade claws with all these layers of clothes!” The red head kept walking towards the park. If it was not because she was in desperate need of a contract with a demon she would be comfortably tucked in bed under her puffy covers, with a nice cup of hot chocolate in her hands while possibly reliving the memory of her latest kill. Being the only girl in her Mafia family was not easy, it required a lot of work and dedication...but the comforts she received at the end of the day were well worth of it.
After a long walking the snow and almost falling on her butt no less than a dozen times, Nerina arrived to the meeting spot. It had not been easy, she had had to sneak around and possibly threatening a person or two in the way but she had finally discovered the next Dark Night date and place. ”And it had to be under that frigging tree in the middle of the frigging night when it’s frigging bellow zero! another kick at the snow earned her a quite painful fall on her butt. She landed with a snow-muffled thud and a pretty loud curse "MERDA!' THIS was precisely why she hated snow....and this goddammed park . Everytime she was there somethign happened to her; but well, at last she had arrived.
With shivering hand and legs she tried to stand up and looked around for more persons, dark nights tended to attract...quite an interesting crowd. all she had to do now...was wait.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:33 pm
She was late.
Quickly, you're going to miss it! ...whatever exactly...that "it" might be.
Pluie deLamour crossed through the darkened streets of La'To, her fur-lined boots hitting the cobblestone with muted thumps. In one gloved hand she held a crisp, cream-colored envelope, her name scrawled across it in a finely written cursive. Her other hand clutched the front of her heavy winter cloak, holding it tightly across her chest to keep it from falling off as she hurried towards her destination.
"Ouch!"
She was walking too quickly; her knee scraped the ground as she stumbled over her own feet, but Pluie stood hastily, not wanting to delay even further her belated entrance to the place she was headed. After a few long moments, she stopped, her fingers involuntarily clenching and unclenching on the envelope. She could see her own breath curling in the crisp, cold night air, and her chest was aching slightly from inhaling it. Soft, feathery pink petals drifted down to brush against her cheek...an odd contrast to the wetness of the snow that she felt stick to her eyelashes.
She had overthought. Again. There was no one else there yet. Pluie frowned, biting her lip as she ran a hand through her short blonde curls. The gentle creak creak of the swings drew her attention aside, made her turn her head, look at the rusty chains that had dulled over years of abandonment. Pluie ran her fingers along the grated steel absentmindedly, her eyes tracing over the dirt-encrusted plastic castle, the half-empty, insect-ridden sandbox...the coppery, rusted benches...everything was in disarray, left to die.
Except for the tree. Pluie let out her breath in a low, soft gasp of approval her blue-eyed gaze took in the sight. It was breathtaking, really. Those vividly pink petals and strong, thick branches that stretched out towards the sky. A stark, blatant contrast to the empty, souless trees stricken with the season's frost it stood by. She heard footsteps behind her. Felt the whispers curling around her, could almost hear the thoughts twisting through the cold night air. One gloved finger traced her name on the envelope once more.
What will this night have in store for me, I wonder?
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:33 pm
Cecil walked towards the destination he aimed for; the address printed neatly on the piece of paper that arrived in the mail a few days earlier. The paper was clutched tightly in his hand, slowly losing existence as his hand progressively got numb from the bitter cold.
The location on the letter was a place he knew well- the park that he played at too often as a child. Although hidden, he and his friends would come here and play. The good old days.. now a forgotten piece of the town, mostly. He barely even visited here anymore, himself. He wished he did, or had time to. It brought back very fond memories of that one tree that blossomed at a different time than the others...
With a heavy breath visible in the cold, he strode forwards into the park, listening intently to the crunching of the snow under his boots to calm him down. The man was slightly anxious. Who would want to meet at such a calming place at a time like this? He felt as if we was about to be jumped by a gang of some sort.
The further he walked, though, the more his shoulders sank back, releaved from the tension they had the whole walk here. In the night air were petals falling, no, dancing with the snowflakes. It was an elegant dance that eased him, as he spun in circles to see all the couples dance and fall. It was charming, and it distracted him from all previous thoughts. He remembered the petals fall in the winter, but never during a snowfall, and definitely not at night. Now, he was excited. Who would want to jump him or attack him in such a place, or scenery, as this?
Oh, how we wished he could of witnessed such a sight, then...
He lifted out his arm and caught a couple of dancers in his hand, examined them, and let them fall. He smiled, and then crossed his arms, waiting for the next instruction.
I'm here. What now.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:34 pm
Numbing digits; they tugged at Teddy's attention. Not just the hands but his feet as well. Snow began to melt upon landing on the rather thin garments, making the chill of the night twice as effective. It was annoying. So much so the teenager complained out loud, forgetting that others may be close by.
Who cared.
" ******** you snow. ******** you winter. Seriously, ugh ugh ugh ugh. " Teddy's warm breath brought some relief to the hands that were now cupped in front of his lips. At times like this he wished he put a bit more consideration on the clothing he bought. Sacrificing comfort for fashion was not exactly the greatest idea. Though whenever he did attempt changing his ways, looking good at every minute of the day, a large ego prevented it all. Teddy was shallow. No other way around it.
Honestly, looks is all the boy cared for. It was embarrassing at times to admit but it was the flat out truth. Teddy tried to pretend to care for other subjects. Such as bettering himself and gaining some sort of a understanding of the world around him but....no. In the end of the day he looked at himself in the mirror and corrected the imperfections. Have to look good, just have to. For who? Himself. No one else mattered.
Right?
Teddy came to a pause, looked in the direction of his desired destination, and thought. What was he getting himself into? Teddy was fairly young, only seventeen, and had much promise on becoming a great contributor to this world. But was this another way for him to rebel against society in general? Most teenagers did such things at his age but nothing like this. Teddy did his drinking and late night flings. He tainted his innocent body enough and yet it never satisfied. Why?
The teenager groaned. His feet hurt. With a shake of the head Teddy trudged on, butterflies forming within his stomach.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:35 pm
A set of eyes the color of obsidian questioningly looked at the full moon. Serah's vision was blurred by a falling snowflake. Her mouth that had been frowning, opened to omit a "Tch," as she hotly brushed it off her. Snow held an image of positivity. Pure, angelic, but temporary. That was the annoying part. If it wasn't going to stay, why come, and leave chores for humans to tend to? The letter she had received several days ago was questionable. The female expected her destination to be grand, overwhelming, coated with layers of luxury. A children's playground had been the last thing she would've thought it to be. Was this a game? Someone was testing her temper again, weren't they? At the same time, her mind told her to stay; that it would be worth the wait.
Once again, she surveyed her surroundings. Benches, swings, the like. An ancient lamp-post flickered nervously, capturing her attention for a moment. February was the acme of winter, it was proven by science and statistics that normal trees were supposed to be barren. This one, wasn't. It was already blooming, pale rose-buds taking in the night wind. As if calculating her next moves, a strong draft of wind pulled Serah in. Who knew nature could be so impatient. Several metal benches looked uncharacteristically inviting under the protection of the wood above. The woman cringed as the temperature of the iron seeped through several layers of cotton, sending chills throughout her body.
She said to herself that she'd only wait a short while, reminding herself that she was a busy girl; places to travel, people to converse with. Only the core of her body spoke the opposite; that she did have time. The core remembered how eager Serah had been upon being invited. It gave Serah a purpose, albeit being for a short length of time. She wouldn't ask pointless questions to pass the time, answers were rarely given. For now, she'd wait, sit, and count the petals passing by.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:38 pm
It wasn’t often that Sister Sidonia left the convent in which she lived. Since it was conveniently located within the church grounds, there really was no need to. She had everything she needed right there – a roof over her head, food on the table, the other nuns with which to talk to, and of course – God. And who else could forget Mister Bennet?
Mister Bennet, or Doctor Bennet as he was known to by everyone else within the community of La’To, was Sister Sidonia’s number one patron. It wasn’t always this way. In fact, it was only recently that the doctor had first started coming to her for advice and spiritual guidance. It was flattering that he took so much time to come visit her after working so much. Having said that...as flattering as it was, it didn’t stop rumors from being spread around the convent. Mrs. Bennet, apparently, thought her husband was spending a bit too much time on the holy grounds and not enough time at home. What could Sidonia do, though? It wasn’t her fault he kept coming, and besides – the doctor needed her guidance.
Sidonia was a pretty thing for a nun, pretty enough to where her family was shocked when she decided to devote her life to God. With long, wavy brown hair, mossy green eyes, and a kind disposition, those in her family thought the young girl was more suited to another kind of life. Perhaps as a teacher or a florist, maybe, but never a nun. That, however, was really neither here nor there with her. Sidonia always knew what she wanted to do with her life.
So, naturally, when the doctor spoke of a party he had planned on attending that evening, the woman’s interest was piqued. ”I plan on attending this party,” he explained to her, ”and although I’m sure you have your evening prayers to attend to, you should try and come.” What could the sister say to that? She couldn’t exactly say no. Not since she enabled her curiosity to get the better of her. It didn’t really help that Mister Bennet was charming and convincing in his arguments, either. Oh, well. Her evening prayers could wait until she got back. Besides – she wanted to see what this party was all about.
Out of all the places in La’To to have a party, it was quite a surprise to have it within a park. The setting of the party is what really made it, though, or so the nun thought. The beauty of the falling snow mixed with the beautiful pink blossoms; such a scene was truly a gift from God. Dressed fully in her habit and religious garb, Sister Sidonia waited patiently for the other guests to arrive. What she expected out of this whole gathering, she really had no idea. Mister Bennet never really explained to her what would be going on that evening. All she knew was that there was going to be a meeting, and from that the Sister gathered that she could expect the unexpected. A gentle smile spread across her cheeks as she noticed a boy, all clad in black, sitting within the tree. ”Good evening,” she exclaimed with a quiet politeness. Now all that was left to do was wait to see who else arrived. By God’s grace, Sidonia couldn’t help but wonder, had she made the right decision by coming? She certainly hoped so.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:39 pm
Slender fingers clad in soft brown leather gloves traced across the frozen iron bench, watching the snow slide towards the ground. The hand then paused, clutching the iron tightly before it relaxed; nerves subsiding for a flicker of a moment. Honey hues strayed to the steady light of the lamp, the light distorted by the falling snow. The quiet blond looked skywards as he seemed to try and catch his wits in this silent sullen moment; only dead trees and iron as his company.
A mist of breath tumbled past pale cold lips, a pink tongue darting out to moisten them as the figure stood. Aubrey Foren stood listlessly, soaking in the moment as if it were his last pure moment. Fore where he was going was full of darkness and the supernatural. The slight man didn't seem like the type to venture out into the dead of night among the snow and biting cold. However beneath the soft exterior was a thirst for something that he had become aware that this darkness could fulfill. Never the less, nerves still bubbled, the emotions churning beneath those soft honey hues.
Aubrey's journey to the park had been a silent one, trying not to draw any attention of merchants who were closing up shop. He'd closed his book store early, no longer able to squash the feelings of anxious unease. Thus he bundled himself up, long light brown coat that brushed his knees as he walked; a warm knitted lavender scarf and gloves, and left. Aubrey wasn't one for the cold, though he found the snow profoundly beautiful, which made his wait in the park pleasant.
A knot twisted and churned in his gut as he drew his hand away from the iron bench and looked around, taking to wandering around the chosen area. Aubrey faintly wondered if there was some sort of symbolism behind the choice of venue this time; as the last was more intimidating. This time, there was a different feel; something cold yet held a dark beauty. It was surreal really, how he'd found the gull to show up once again after last time. Normal men would tuck their tails between their legs and run from such dark creatures, yet Aubrey couldn't help but return. There was something hauntingly attractive about the whole scenario, one that the bookish male was determined to encounter once again.
So he wandered; making the snow crunch under his boots, eyes full and heart weary as he drew himself in.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:42 pm
"It's so white, so pure..." a smile spread across Arron's face as he muttered to himself. Nothing amused him more than irony. He took a careful glance around the still park, even the sandbox had an eerie feel to it this silent night. He took a glance at his wrist watch then shoves his hands further into the pockets of his black trench coat, it was time.
Brushing his light brown hair out of his face, Arron proceeded towards the only tree that dared flower beneath the cold sky. His brown eyes widened for a moment as he stared at the pink petals floating to the pure white earth. If this was any other occasion, this would cause him to pause so he could properly take in the wondrous sight. But this was no time that, he had a date with the devil, so to speak.
Not wanting to make a sight of himself, Arron kept his distance and blended in with the others as they gathered. Though his young face remained uninterested and bored, his heart pounded with anticipation. He had to get this right, this opportunity was too rare for him to mess up.
"This is just a business deal, just like all the others."
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:45 pm
A figure stood amidst the gracefully falling snow. A silhouette in the darkness of a young boy clad in a peculiar choice of attire. Pale hands, adjusted the many layers beneath the kimono he was wearing. Bright blue eyes scanned his surroundings time and time again for signs of life. Lamps flickered as pink petals rained down mixed with the twinkling white. He really shouldn't be out in this weather in his condition. If anyone at home were to catch wind that he snuck out, they would have his hide.
Poor Sei was sickly. His family referred to it as his 'condition' and ever since a certain incident at home, they ever-so-religiously brought him to church and made him take various medications which he thought questionable.
Since he was little he had been mostly home bound aside from those aforementioned church trips. So what was he doing outside on this cloudy evening? I mean, it was a wonder that Sei gained information of the outside world at all. But he always had visitors to talk to. And that's why he had come out on this night. He'd heard much talk of 'demons', both good and bad and of this mysterious Dark Night.
He silently wondered if anyone who gathered here would be able to shed a little light on his problem. He would of course have to go into more detail, explaining why demons intrigued him so. But if going to church every day wasn't solving the problem maybe this was the route to go.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:45 pm
Tick, tick, tick.
Nervously tugging on the hem of his white dress shirt, Faust impatiently watched the clock in the back of the room. The second hand seemed to be taunting him. He should have skipped class. Since he had begun working on his doctorate dissertation, he had not missed a single class even once, but tonight he had a more important “appointment” to keep.
Finally! The professor finished her lecture. Like a tight spring suddenly released, Johann Fausten leapt to his feet and hurried out of the door. His heart thumped allegrissimo rhythms in his chest. Hurry, Faust, hurry. He had plenty of time to burn, but he kept his pace brisk. His destination was at the far end of town and he would not risk being late.
Minutes and blocks slipped away. A deserted playground slipped into view.
Faust hesitated, a paralyzing chill crawled up his spine. Creepy. This place was creepy. Despite the soft pink mingled with gentle white wafting gently through the air, to Johann the whole park just seemed wrong. There were no children. There was no sound. The only movement was the dancing of the snow flakes. Even the candidates whom had gathered seemed foreign and distant. Everything was lonely and abandoned. This setting had no life. Go figure. This WAS a “party” hosted by demons. Swallowing his nerves, he pulled on his plain back jacket and forced himself to continue, the phrase “No place for a guy like me” repeating over and over again in the back of his mind.
Shivering but not from the cold, he buried his hands in his pockets and headed over to an impressive flowering tree. Somehow its presence comforted him. The plant was not dead or unfamiliar. It was not rusted or eerie. It was the only familiar-feeling object in view, so Faust emotionally clung to it like he might have clung to an old friend in a hostile crowd. Now what? To wait?
The blonde ignored the urge to fidget. Calm down calm down. Trying to keep his hands busy, he pulled his long hair back into a rubber band he wore around his wrist. Normally he would have cleaned up better before meeting strangers. Faust took close care of his appearance. The young adult always was clean and well-manicured. After all, he preferred people to focus on his cover. He needed them to judge him by it. There was so little to see on the inside. Of course, he doubted the individuals he would encounter this evening had much more to them than he did. After all, what kind of person signed a contract with a monster? What kind of person had lost so much that they would dabble in darkness for a twisted manifestation of their twisted wish?
Weak. That was the only word Faust could use to describe it. Everyone had a different story, but they all had one thing in common: they needed help. They had a dream they could not fulfill. Their will power and work ethic was not enough. Every last person here, whether they wanted resurrections or a weapon or money, in his or her own way, was a failure. Perhaps he was one too.
Perhaps not. Faust was pathetic, maybe. Maybe even desperate. He was NOT a failure. He was educated. He was at the top of his class. He would soon become “Doctor Johann Fausten” of Philosophy. Unlike the others, he did not belong here. This was beneath him. However, he had a void growth in his chest that he needed filling. He had a certain disease of his psyche that had no natural cure. He was not sure how much longer he would survive with it. He was not like the others. He was here because of forces he could not control. He NEEDED this. They WANTED this. There was a difference, right?
Tugging his coat closer around him, the student nervously glanced around at his fellows. ”U-uhm. Hello,” he muttered, his voice shaky. Faust was not sure which he feared more: meeting demons or NOT meeting demons.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:48 pm
Pulling on the edge of her sleeve impatiently Nadia crossed the street in hopes to be on time. In fact, that was all that she ever hoped. With her natural clock waking her up late on perhaps one of the most important days of her life she was furious. Her brows were furrowed in disgust and her hair looked to resemble that of a rats nest. At least her clothes were nice.
Yes, in his occasion that is all that mattered.
Pulling on a loose string at the end of the sleeve Nadia winced, her shoulder still hurt from the fall she had taken earlier after tripping over a loose shoe lace. Time could not get in her way. Arguing with herself her hands went quickly to dispose the string than pulled the untidy bow out of her hair.
Time for the next step.
She was practically jogging towards an old cafe on the edge of town, past some old rumored park. It was the perfect place for the 'mysterious' date she had been invited on. As a smile stretched across her face she turned the corner in hopes to be on time.
“Be there by the time the time the sunsets, dress warmly.”
Confused, yet intrigued by the letter she had taken immediate precautions to attend such an event. Turning the corner of an old building Nadia pulled up the last bits of fallen hair into a somewhat frazzled ponytail and stared directly into the park.
There was a tree, some overgrown plants, and some old looking playground equipment. It was disgusting. Grimacing she took a step forward and looked around.
She didn't want to go through there. Yet, it seemed as if she had too. She would reach the rumored cafe. Giggling Nadia stuffed the note she had been reading over, the invitation, into her pocket. Retrieving an old watch she looked at the time.
She was late- and she was lost. Having walked into the park Nadia looked around, her eyes having grown wide in amazement. Something had changed and she suddenly felt as if she wasn't alone. Shivering, she pulled her jacket closed and took a seat on the edge of the old sandbox.
For some reason, she had lost interest in her afternoon.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:49 pm
No coat, no scarf, no warmth - no need. Elyesia loved the snow in a way that drove her crazy, raising goosebumps on her arms that ached and soaked the ends of her jeans. Nevertheless, the woman made her way to the East-End at her own leisure. Since the last Dark Night, she had remained around long enough to know that she wouldn't be late; if she was meant to go, her feet would get her there. The location made no difference - although she would miss the eerie fascination of the alchemist's shop. She hadn't yet found her way back there, unable to pull herself to stray far from the Light's church.
Violent violet hair mingled with pink as she pulled herself close to the tree, in a world of her own with petals and pink and snow. She could scope out the other visitors later, Ely reasoned. For now... she sorted petals from the air and earth, mingled with snowflakes in her hands, before holding them reverently up in front of her nose and mouth. She would love to know what made this tree flower here.
After all, knowledge was everything.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:50 pm
There was no traces of a warm vibrant sunset left in the sky. All that remained was the bleak, cloud smothered night sky, and the wind that carried those tender wisps of grey along. The night was refreshing, seeing as how the thin blanket of white flakes made it as those this place was a wonderland. A place where things could start fresh and new, as though one lucky soul had discovered the rewind button in life. Well, that's what a young troubled boy could only hope to find. Specifically one named Dante. Poor perplexed and exasperated Dante. You wonder why he is an unfortunate being? Well, you see, all of this melancholy suffering and stress is the result of the loss of his dear mother. The woman who brought him up on her own when daddy didn't want to stay and pay the bills.
Of course, you should be feel sorry for him. If you have a heart that is. He has had such a difficult life, being the only man in the house- well, apartment, and having to take care of his dear mother who grew sicker and sicker with each painfully slow year that passed by. Well, slow to start with, but to quick near the end. It seemed as though she was taken away from him far sooner than anybody could have guessed. Being with out a father now, and only the youthful age of sixteen, he was forced to be placed in an orphanage. That didn't go so well at first. He disliked human contact really, and it didn't seem to heal his mourning heart either. The anti-social teenage years of his life passed and he was never taken home to a new family. Eventually he turned eighteen and was released from that place he called a prison. Now that a year has passed from that point in his life and he has reached the age of nineteen he seems to have a stable job with an apartment all to himself. Yet, it seems the pain never goes away. He misses his mom.
He would give anything to see her again. Anything at all to hear her carefully pronounced words of encouragement and that angelic tone that hinted passion with every syllable. Oh, if only he could see her smile at him once more, it would create the happiest emotion any man could hold within himself without literally exploding. Nights like this, when he'd be all by his lonesome, and the snow powdered the floor just like mother used to love, he wandered around aimlessly, searching for memories that seemed to be fading more and more with time. His feet carried him all the way to a eerie park that surprisingly had some charm to it, even if the scene itself was screaming stay away. It was a certain darkness that lured in strangers with innocent looks. Well, at least that's what Dante felt about it. He wandered is way over to one of the steel benches, brushing fresh snow off of the freezing seat before placing his tush down upon it. His dark blue eyes, which were shaded by his raven black bangs, flicked up towards one of the lamps, wondering how long they've been on, considering it had been a pretty dark day all day.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:51 pm
Turn 1 is over. Turn 2 will begin in 10 minutes.
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