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Post by SARA RENES on Jul 23, 2011 8:12:26 GMT -8
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FOR DEATH IS COMING SOON
The day was like any other, like always the weather never seemed to change, like always the grass always stayed the same. No animals in sight nor people to be spotted about. Yet the beauty of the area couldn't be resisted a remark of admiration. The pure and serene lake seemed untouched by the havoc and filth from the rest of this world. The lake had an abundant supply of exotic plants surround it. Yes, no one could overlook this place without taking in its beauty - except of course a Hollow. And all Sara Renes felt was the place was just another spot where inspiration filled the air. The young artist spend her days in this world by drawing out beautiful pictures and writing poetry....though they lacked one thing - emotion.
The Hollow scanned the area , as if searching for a good place to sit. Withing a minute of doing so, she took her place surrounded by lovely blue rose like flowers. The water just a few inches away from her and her bag of pens, pencils , palettes and sketch pads placed next to her. With a sigh, the young artist fell on the bed of flowers. A cool breeze blew over as the Hollow stared at the clear sky. The sun was well hidden behind the clouds and then something strange followed. A flock of birds flew from above. This Caught the Hollow's attention as animals where a rare sight. Quickly getting up , her eyes followed the flock as they congregated near the banks of the lake on the other side of where the girl sat. They just roamed the area quite often peaking at the ground for food. They seemed to remind her of the birds back on earth, yet different as they where larger and much more pretty. Sara stared at the gathering for quite a good period before something hit her.
Swift taking out her pen and sketch pad, Sara tried to draw the flock . She began looking back and forth from her sketch pad to the flock. Unfortunately she failed as they kept moving from here to there...and then , why not poetry? The artist closed her eyes for a while and began to sum up a few lines - apart from drawing , poetry was also an appreciated talent of hers. After a while of thought, the female scrawled a few lines on her pad. Soon by fifteen to twenty minutes, she had completes a few lines. They where neatly written , and by now the birds had dispersed.
The girl gave a slight smile as if she was content. Though her smile had very little meaning, she felt it was incomplete. And then she slowly began reading out her poem....
"Liberty Caged
Gone where those good ol' days
When No one could stop me in my ways
Those where the days I ruled the sky
Me and my comrades, our heads held high
The Forest was my paradise,
The branches my swing
Whether tis' summer , winter , fall or spring
I used to rule like a king
Perched on the majestic trees, I used to sing
Sweet songs of Nature I used to bring
For those travelers tried and weary
And for those in misery
But Now those days are gone forever
My days have become darker than ever
And as I wait with a lot of scars
My liberty caged behind these Iron Bars
Patiently I...." |
[/color] she ended. She had read out her poem with quite a poetic tone. Energetic at the beginning and sloping down to a sad tone as it ended. However it wasn't complete. Was was supposed to end it as? She was rather engrossed as she wrote and read her poem out, she had forgotten of the time and focused on finishing her poem.
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Words :623
Notes : Yes, I made the poem myself =3
*Character's Thoughts*
"Character Speaking"
-Someone else Speaking-
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Post by ADRIAN CAI on Aug 4, 2011 1:08:23 GMT -8
Adrian stared at the small amount of chips in his hand. It's been a rather good day, I suppose. It would have been better if these chips weren't so low on energy. He thought as he recalled the events that had gone on so far. At least this place is nice and peaceful. He put the chips in his pocket and slowly walked around, taking in the scenery of his surroundings. Occasionally he would put his hand on top of his head to make sure his ears were suppressed, but other than that he was aimlessly wandering around-that is, until he spotted someone.
Hmmm... What to do what to do. I guess the best choice of action would be to watch from afar until I can determine whether or not the target is dangerous. He couldn't find a suitable place to safely observe the target, so he pulled out his cellphone and pretended to rummage through his contacts, mainly focusing his attention on the stranger.
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Post by SARA RENES on Aug 4, 2011 9:14:01 GMT -8
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FOR DEATH IS COMING SOON
Sara was still concentrating on her unfinished poem. It was going to thrown in the bin if not completed within her short attention span. The birds had flown off long ago - they where her source of inspiration after all.With one last try, her gazed shifted to find a good ending - from the lake to the trees, from the trees to the sky, from the sky to the flowers and from the flowers to .....bunny ears?
This was out of the ordinary as Sara stared at them for a while and then bought her gaze down to a young man who seemed to be fidgeting with a ...cellphone? Why would one need a cellphone anyway? Wasn't telepathy used in this world? Did he try to conserve energy ...that is if cellphones even worked in this world. More importantly, the boy stood in the middle of no where as if he was lost. Probably he was since he was using a cellphone here. By the large protruding black ears, the hollow assumed he was a beast. "I do't think your phone is going to work anytime soon" she finally spoke in a plain voice loud enough to hear. Being a hollow she didn't really care, but being a child with memories of the past...she couldn't see him a lost bunny.
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[/font] [/blockquote][/size]. [/div] Tagged : Bunny max xD
Words :dunno using cell
Notes :none
*Character's Thoughts*
"Character Speaking"
-Someone else Speaking-
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Post by ADRIAN CAI on Aug 4, 2011 13:20:08 GMT -8
Adrian slowly peered up from his phone. "Trust me, I know. It's just nice to look through it from time to time. For me, it's like a personal scrap book, which I guess sounds kind of cheesy." He laughed lightly. Hmm. Doesn't seem hostile. Some interesting conversation could be nice, as long as it doesn't take a violent turn for the worse. I've been jumped too many times this week.
He put his cellphone in his pocket and slowly approached the stranger. "Don't you have anything from the "real world" that you hold dear?" He asked. Siren, or Hollow. Possibly a Beast, I can't tell from this distance. Although he determined that his 'target' was safe enough to approach, he still wanted to gather as much information as he could just in case. This place is too nice and peaceful for a battle. I just hope my judgement doesn't end up betraying me... Which happens all too often now that I think about it.
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Post by SARA RENES on Aug 10, 2011 1:18:59 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background: url(http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc340/Filsandfols/bACKGROUND-3.png) left bottom; border: 3px solid #ffffff; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 30px 20px 50px 70px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family: Tahoma; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: #f0ddab 1px 1px 3px; text-align:left; background: url(http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc340/Filsandfols/60a77bbc95715d8abfe31756ed45e0a51276706521_full.gif) no-repeat bottom left;]FEELING NOTHING IS A BOON....
FOR DEATH IS COMING SOON
Sara was replied when being said the phone was a scrapbook. A scrapbook? ... she tried to recall what it was. She remember she used to have one in the real world. Every time her family went on an outing, she would record it with pictures and writings and decorate it prettily.
"Don't you have anything from the "real world" that you hold dear?"
The girl looked up at the boy when he questioned his. She did, didn't she? "My sketchbook and colors" she answered as a sketchpad could be seen on her lap and the artistic material scattered on the floor. She held something else as well - memories that contradicted with who she is now. Memories of a chirpy and emotional girl, but now a creature without a feel for the world. Continuing ... "I sketch and write poetry to pass the time. Nothing else is to do here, is there?". By 'here' the girl refereed to the cyber paradise. The boy seemed no threat nor did feel like fighting. However she wouldn't hesitate to attack if the bunny tried to.
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Tagged : Adrian Cai
Words :182
Notes :none
*Character's Thoughts*
"Character Speaking"
-Someone else Speaking-
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Post by ADRIAN CAI on Aug 21, 2011 22:32:57 GMT -8
Adrian shrugged. Might as well. If she thinks I'm hostile and decides to attack, I could defend myself. He walked over to the girl and sat down near her, making sure to check the ground for any of her art supplies before doing so. "I'm Adrian, and I hope you don't mind having company. When I find someone that can provide stimulating conversation that doesn't want to kill me, I tend to stick around for a while." He laughed lightly.
He took a moment to push his hair out of his face, which made him brush up against his rabbit ears. Damn these things. He thought as he slowly suppressed the ears. Always getting in the way... After suppressing his ears, he looked at the surroundings, taking in the true beauty of the area. He started to wonder about the virtual world, where this landscape came from and who had designed it, but he quickly brushed those thoughts out of his mind. It would be rude to start thinking about such things while he was in the presence of someone else.
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