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Sep. 13th, 2008
Act L; something to meditate on
Sep. 13th, 2008 01:46 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
majestic-blue.livejournal.com[dictated as always]
Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls as I do.
Hm. [The soft scrape of nails across a wooden desk, as if idly picking at something there.]
There is special providence in
the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to
come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come—the
readiness is all. Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows what is't
to leave betimes, let be.
[A different sound, now, tiny pieces of blown glass rubbing against each other over and over in the palm of Romeo's hand.]
How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
[ooc: Have some cryptic depressing Shakespeare for Romeo's 50th post! I'll tag in the morning though, I'm exhausted.]
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls as I do.
Hm. [The soft scrape of nails across a wooden desk, as if idly picking at something there.]
the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to
come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come—the
readiness is all. Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows what is't
to leave betimes, let be.
[A different sound, now, tiny pieces of blown glass rubbing against each other over and over in the palm of Romeo's hand.]
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
[ooc: Have some cryptic depressing Shakespeare for Romeo's 50th post! I'll tag in the morning though, I'm exhausted.]
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Sep. 13th, 2008 09:19 amchasingscars.livejournal.comWho went and broke all the damned plates? [Knows damn well who]
Next time it'll be your face. Hm.
Next time it'll be your face. Hm.
Sixth Noise
Sep. 13th, 2008 10:31 ampushy-button.livejournal.com[Lots of crashing noises go here as someone is FREAKING OUT OH GOD WHAT IS GOING ON?! One particularly painful-sounding thud occurs, and a bit of a girly yelp follows. And then, a female voice.]
Ow! Shit-- AHHHH NO!!
[More rustling around and then the journal is noticed.]
AUGH! NONONONO!! $#^$@!!!
[There's a bit of rustling again, and then the paper crumples slightly as Beat realizes that it TOTALLY GOT EVERYTHING HE--SHE--HE SAID.]
... Oh, man. I'm so screwed, yo...
[[OOC: Loss time is go! FEMALE BEAT TIME. =DDDD]]
Ow! Shit-- AHHHH NO!!
[More rustling around and then the journal is noticed.]
AUGH! NONONONO!! $#^$@!!!
[There's a bit of rustling again, and then the paper crumples slightly as Beat realizes that it TOTALLY GOT EVERYTHING HE--SHE--HE SAID.]
... Oh, man. I'm so screwed, yo...
[[OOC: Loss time is go! FEMALE BEAT TIME. =DDDD]]
rememberwhy.livejournal.com( Private )
( House Gang + Peace Patrol/Torchwood + Jet's Friends )
[Public: filtered from Jet's enemies/anyone who wants to hurt him]
Nice day for a walk in the woods. Any takers?
( House Gang + Peace Patrol/Torchwood + Jet's Friends )
[Public: filtered from Jet's enemies/anyone who wants to hurt him]
Nice day for a walk in the woods. Any takers?
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004 - Invitations
Sep. 13th, 2008 01:22 pmhaveto-believe.livejournal.comThank heavens the dream thing is over. That was...disturbing.
Would anyone like to join me for a cup of tea? Apparently I've been spending too much time in the library.
Buffy? Faith? Willow?
Anyone new?
Would anyone like to join me for a cup of tea? Apparently I've been spending too much time in the library.
Buffy? Faith? Willow?
Anyone new?
(no subject)
Sep. 13th, 2008 04:06 pmdazzledbylight.livejournal.comJacob Black is a liar. I don't know what he's talking about. Maybe being in his wolf form for so long is starting to make him crazy.
In the meantime, I'll be making a futile attempt to hide from Alice.
In the meantime, I'll be making a futile attempt to hide from Alice.
(no subject)
Sep. 13th, 2008 05:56 pmdisassociating.livejournal.com( Kogarasumaru. )
( Dandelion Head. )
[a pause]
( Allen. )
Fuck. Get out of the sink.
[a pause]
Fuck! I said get out! [the sound of a squirt bottle being sprayed]
[loud purring]
( Dandelion Head. )
[a pause]
( Allen. )
Fuck. Get out of the sink.
[a pause]
Fuck! I said get out! [the sound of a squirt bottle being sprayed]
[loud purring]
two are missing
Sep. 13th, 2008 06:00 pmthatlittlepest.livejournal.comWho: Doa (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thatlittlepest) and Asano Rin (cutest_avenger)
What: Talking, breaking.
When: Soon after this.
Where: Rin's room at the castle.
Rating: PG?
( There were different kinds of people )
thatlittlepest) and Asano Rin (cutest_avenger)What: Talking, breaking.
When: Soon after this.
Where: Rin's room at the castle.
Rating: PG?
( There were different kinds of people )
obstinateness.livejournal.com [ Now rid of Royce and those awful dreams for good, Rosalie found herself in complete solace. She gracefully made her way back to her room, having searched the castle left and right for a small ribbon to add the finishing touch on Bella's present. It was a small gift, but she felt that something more intimate and special is a more appropriate path to take in regards to a gift for Bella, knowing she wasn't a fan of Alice's ornate and garish parties. The contents inside the box was simple, a small necklace that had belonged to Rose herself. She didn't think she would be giving it up anytime soon but... maybe she could try a bit harder to at least make ends meet with Bella. She told her herself that she would never like her. And, as much as she liked to deny it, Rose was still jealous. But it was Bella's birthday nonetheless, and whether Rosalie liked it or not, she would be family soon after all. She was truely making a tiny effort, to say the least.
Rosalie approached her room and softly pushed open the door. Her eyes widened as she saw what was inside. A small bassinet lay in the center of the room ; adorned with lace and stood a pure shade of white. Cautiously, she walked over and looked down into the crib. There, lay a small baby boy - a striking image of her husband, Emmett. He had dark curls and the softest dimples, sleepily laying in his crib. She could tell he was not a vampire, because when she smiled and leaned down to pick him up into her arms, he was warm. And so unbelievably soft. She knew that it was her child ; her and Emmett's child. If she could think clearly, a million questions would be running through her head. Why couldn't she smell it? Hear him cooing? While the shock of the situation was overwhelming, she didn't even care. She had all that she wanted right in her arms.
Of course, as babies do, it started to cry. Rosalie held it closer and rocked the child gently in her arms.
" Shh" , she cooed into his hear, " Its alright, your Momma's here now."
And, she paid no attention to the open journal strewn across her bed.
[[ ooc: Omfg this is so mean I know but this is Rosalie's first temporary loss. The castle gave her a baby (since she's a vamp and can't get pregnant) and it's going to go away in like a week or so :( She'll be very very upset. Also, this is not a crazy mutant child like Renesmee. Just a normal bb. BTW HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELLA |D ]]
Rosalie approached her room and softly pushed open the door. Her eyes widened as she saw what was inside. A small bassinet lay in the center of the room ; adorned with lace and stood a pure shade of white. Cautiously, she walked over and looked down into the crib. There, lay a small baby boy - a striking image of her husband, Emmett. He had dark curls and the softest dimples, sleepily laying in his crib. She could tell he was not a vampire, because when she smiled and leaned down to pick him up into her arms, he was warm. And so unbelievably soft. She knew that it was her child ; her and Emmett's child. If she could think clearly, a million questions would be running through her head. Why couldn't she smell it? Hear him cooing? While the shock of the situation was overwhelming, she didn't even care. She had all that she wanted right in her arms.
Of course, as babies do, it started to cry. Rosalie held it closer and rocked the child gently in her arms.
" Shh" , she cooed into his hear, " Its alright, your Momma's here now."
And, she paid no attention to the open journal strewn across her bed.
[[ ooc: Omfg this is so mean I know but this is Rosalie's first temporary loss. The castle gave her a baby (since she's a vamp and can't get pregnant) and it's going to go away in like a week or so :( She'll be very very upset. Also, this is not a crazy mutant child like Renesmee. Just a normal bb. BTW HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELLA |D ]]
(no subject)
Sep. 13th, 2008 10:16 pmdisassociating.livejournal.comWho: Uzumaki Naruto, Wanijima Agito, Wanijima Akito
What: Hanging out
When: Tonight
Where: Forest near town.
Rating: PG for Agito's potty mouth.
( Well I'll choose this life I've taken, never mind the friends I'm making )
What: Hanging out
When: Tonight
Where: Forest near town.
Rating: PG for Agito's potty mouth.
( Well I'll choose this life I've taken, never mind the friends I'm making )
(no subject)
Sep. 13th, 2008 11:44 pmto-dark.livejournal.com[transcribed sound of fingers drumming the desk impatiently followed by the very, very familiar 'tch' sound]
Is the damn kitchen in order now?
Is the damn kitchen in order now?