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Post by Aqua on Nov 26, 2006 18:31:02 GMT -5
The snow falls heavily on my shoulders, sending a stinging numbness into my limbs. I pull my red cloak around me, debating what is right. . .and what I want.
What I want is to find a warm place to sleep and a decent meal for a change. What I want is some paints and a brush. What I want is to break into this opera house and maybe find all of that.
What is right is to go die under a bridge, cold and alone.
Sometimes one has to choose between what one wants and what is right. I make my way across the alley to go find some way in.
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Post by jackslittlemissy on Nov 27, 2006 22:06:31 GMT -5
I sit on my turkey bed, the ne that last lay christine. I sit alone and sulking dreaming of what could have been...what should have been.
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Post by Aqua on Nov 27, 2006 22:13:53 GMT -5
I end up somewhere in between what's right and what I want. . .somewhere in the works of the theater, between storage and the actual auditorium. Not wanting to see the dust and must of what used to be, I head downward, looking carefully for any trap doors or anything of the manner. Buildings like this hold dark secrets. . .it's important to always keep one's hand at the level of one's eyes.
But where does this lead? Further down, supposedly. Into murky green water and tunnels upon tunnels. Finally, it opens up into one vast cave.
I gasp audibly at the grandeur of it, standing there sopping wet in the middle of the lake, water droplets plonking back into the reservoir.
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Post by jackslittlemissy on Dec 19, 2006 21:46:54 GMT -5
I look up to see a girl staring back at me . "what do you want!? why are you here!? go away leave!" i yell at her
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Post by Aqua on Dec 21, 2006 20:40:24 GMT -5
I'm astonished at finding life in this netherworld. The man's shouts resound through the cavern, interrupting the peaceful drip, drip from my cloak. But I am not afraid. "Come into the light," I say firmly.
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Post by jackslittlemissy on Dec 22, 2006 0:27:04 GMT -5
" who are you?! how did you get here?" i stay firmly where i am. "this is not your home you don't tell me what to do."
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Post by Aqua on Dec 22, 2006 8:54:29 GMT -5
"Come into the light." I repeat firmly, a bit curiously. "And then we will both know what we are facing, mon cheri."
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Post by jackslittlemissy on Dec 27, 2006 21:48:14 GMT -5
I do not wish for this intruder to look upon my distorted features. i just wish to be alone with my thoughts. the mask may hide my face but not my pain. the pain of losing christine to that insolent boy. i loved her, i trained her, i made her. and what did i get in thanks? a broken heart, a shattered dream, nothing. " I am not your darling." I step into the light. "Is this what you wanted to see!?"
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Post by Aqua on Dec 31, 2006 15:33:07 GMT -5
Deciding not to stand there and be wet up to my thighs any longer, I wade over to him. I don't see anything wrong with his face, really. I just see a sad, forgotten man who has hardened through his loneliness. "Yes," I say calmly, a bit sharply, drawing nearer to him. "That's what I wanted to see. Quel est le problème avec il ? What's the matter with it?"
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Post by jackslittlemissy on Jan 1, 2007 13:38:17 GMT -5
"Everything," i say turning away from her. " what do you want?"
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