carnivale NOCTURNE, threading and logs

December 22nd, 2011

carnivale NOCTURNE, threading and logs

Do you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need? And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed? Of implication, insinuation and ill will, 'til you cannot lie still. In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil come closing in for a kill. Come feed the rain, 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust. Yeah, feed the rain, 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust.

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December 22nd, 2011

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WHO: Koen Boulstridge and Mary Little
WHAT: A professor asks a dancer for a moment of her time
WHEN: Now
RATING: Probably low. Koen is a gentleman.
STATUS: Incomplete

If his heart beat any harder, it'd fly right out of his chest )

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WHO: Leigh and Pandora
WHAT: A shadowmancer and a demon meet...
WHERE: Towards the food tent
WHEN: Before her shift, early evening.
RATING: This IS a demon and a shadowmancer.

Every single one of us, the devil inside... )
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