wreck: *with a slight, affected smirk, turning the brim of his top hat* shelley must've got it wrong. art thou pale for weariness, of climbing earth and gazing on the heavens? *an innocent sort of look -- sort of* ego operor non narro latin.
you're entirely too giving, as evidenced by the package covered in happy birthday stamps i'm waiting 'til monday to open. *guiltguiltguilt* ... but the word is 'poem.'
^_________________^ Vicki did that! She's our postlady. She said since it was a birthday gift, she'd put happy birthday stamps all over. You can open it whenever you'd like, though, of course. I mean, it's your birthday gift.
She glowers. There's a stupid boy following her around, and she hates when that happens. She's not pretty (she's ugly), so when they do that, they're either hoping she's a whore or they're wanting to bother her all over the place. Either way, she hates them.
She doesn't believe in love. She doesn't believe in flowers, poems, or kisses. She believes in sharp things that she can touch.
Nobody ever gives her those things because she likes them, so she never lets anyone know.
oh -- well. well, it's wonderful. but i won't open it 'til monday -- *guilt*
^__^ i love zara. and i was about to babble to you about how i like the causative relationship implied by the word 'so,' but excuse while i think of a less pedantic way to say that (i like that she never lets anyone know she likes them because she likes them, because of something fierce and secretive, that i think guil has, too). -- and oh -- *grabs the nearest thing with writing on it, and steals the first word* 'fit'?
wreck: *smirks* ergo sum, sweet, ergo sum. *took lessons in latin, but those were years and years ago -- everything's jumbled in his head now and he can mangle language as he pleases*
wreck: too long. *laughs, that not right, lunatic laugh* time present and time past, are both perhaps present in time future, and time future -- *fumbling for a match, distracted* time future --
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Date: 2006-04-01 08:33 pm (UTC)Aw, poor superstitious Sorelli. Not too far off the mark there, though. XD
Hmmmm.
Rina/Zara, "darkness"
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Date: 2006-04-01 09:37 pm (UTC)*snuggles*
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Date: 2006-04-02 01:45 am (UTC)Soujin: I wrote the story! ^___________^
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Date: 2006-04-02 01:47 am (UTC)*loves!*
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Date: 2006-04-02 01:50 am (UTC)She glowers. There's a stupid boy following her around, and she hates when that happens. She's not pretty (she's ugly), so when they do that, they're either hoping she's a whore or they're wanting to bother her all over the place. Either way, she hates them.
She doesn't believe in love. She doesn't believe in flowers, poems, or kisses. She believes in sharp things that she can touch.
Nobody ever gives her those things because she likes them, so she never lets anyone know.
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Date: 2006-04-02 03:33 am (UTC)^__^ i love zara. and i was about to babble to you about how i like the causative relationship implied by the word 'so,' but excuse while i think of a less pedantic way to say that (i like that she never lets anyone know she likes them because she likes them, because of something fierce and secretive, that i think guil has, too). -- and oh -- *grabs the nearest thing with writing on it, and steals the first word* 'fit'?
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Date: 2006-04-02 03:35 am (UTC)*lovesmore!*
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Date: 2006-04-02 03:37 am (UTC)i saw. ^_^
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Date: 2006-04-02 03:37 am (UTC)*couldn't possibly!*
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Date: 2006-04-02 03:47 am (UTC)*does completely!*
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Date: 2006-04-02 03:55 am (UTC)*cling!*
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Date: 2006-04-02 03:56 am (UTC)*clingsback! ponders making a photofic post*
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