| on the count of six. |
[01 Jan 2015|07:42pm] |
[ six solo ]
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| & he hated the truth. |
[31 Dec 2014|11:24pm] |
[ stille . dalit ]
think you know everything
you really don't know nothing
i wish that you were more intelligent
so you could see that what you're doin'
is so shitty to me
( stop being a dickhead. )
thirty five people couldn't count
on two hands the amount of times
you made me stop, stop and think
why are you bein' such a dickhead. |
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| the voyeurs. |
[31 Dec 2014|07:14am] |
[ starke + nox ]
Snuff. What a stupid sounding word.
Nox appreciated the meaning, at least. He could see the imagery just fine -- the simple pinch of calloused fingers against a lit match, the smoke that was born of that sudden departure of oxygen, trailing to heavens unknown.
Snuff.
Surely it deserved a better word. Something more suited to the clumsy display of a first time murderer, desperately flailing a blade into the guts of an ( overdone prostitute. )
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| ghosts. |
[30 Dec 2014|08:42pm] |
[ jhator . lazarus ]
you are nothing more than a ghost to me,
a presence i feel occasionally.
love me and keep me happy with empty space,
( empty space )
you haunt me, ghost,
you’re the one that I loved most. |
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| are you, are you, coming to the tree? |
[30 Dec 2014|03:20pm] |
[ lark solo ]
The song is a surprise. Sweet, melodical, and somewhere down below, far beyond the reaches of their branches. It moves her, drives her from sleepless sleep that is nothing more than rest these days, to keep her metal skeleton intact. Not a soul or flicker of life protests to her bare feet to the floor and the rustling of her gown, to her slow descent toward the base of the treehouse, limber but creaking beneath her skin.
( Down, down, down. ) |
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| and we creak. |
[30 Dec 2014|03:06pm] |
[ blanca • jha ]
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| [MOD] Announce |
[29 Dec 2014|11:57pm] |
Finally got everything coded and we even have a new player. I'm including everything from tonight's coding spree. Please welcome Sal, Ashe, and Hiiro to the game.
A N N O U N C E
 Savva Attendant @ The Red Door Deus Ex Hiiro hiiro.na@gmail.com |  Lazarus Poison Specialist Deus Ex Ashe [ prediction hues ] |
 Lucian Mender Emberswarm Ashe [ predictionhues ] |
 Habushu Tattoo Artist Emberswarm Sal [ outrun.mygun ] |
 Michelle Soldier w/ Outlier Forces Deus Ex Sal [ outrun.mygun ] |
 Seraphim Messenger Boy La'akai Hiiro [ hiiro.na@gmail.com ] |
A C T I V I T Y
Since the holidays are over save for the new year coming up, I'd really like to see the community a little bit busier. I've made a thread over in the OOC community so that people can connect and figure out different ways to network and work around real life schedules and the like, and it'd be super awesome if everyone can check it out and touch base on the subject.
The following players have yet to play in the community: Aizou, Oraien, Rory, Gail, Angie, & Jessie. You guys have until January 14, 2015 to begin play. I know a few of you guys are already involved in scenes, but I also know a few of you are not-- don't be afraid to reach out if you'd like to play with people. Many of us are regularly available and would be more than happy to play. :] Whenever I'm on personally, I'm available for scenes. Just hit me up-- sometimes I'm not paying attention or I'm doing other things so I'm not actively pursuing you guys. <3
R U M O R S
A fun little tradition brought over from Ex Voto times-- the rumor rag. It generally recaps events that happened in public over the past however long and is usually fodder for good amounts of uber comment wars between muses. So please, have fun with it. <3
( MASCHINELL RUMOR RAG VOL.1 )
And that's all for this mod post. WRITE AND BE MERRY! Let's make an active game folks. >w
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| & claim. |
[28 Dec 2014|10:06pm] |
[ stille . nuru ]
One thing Nuru knew was that being stealthy was not his forte.
In his white jacket and backpack and lightning-bolt painted sneakers, he found himself in the vicinity of where Stille had claimed to live. He had committed the comment to memory, drawing maps behind his eyelids of how to get there, what the place should look like, of all the twists and turns it took to get there. As the sun began to burn a path of falling to the horizon in the sky, he found himself on the streets, outside a home that looked like the one described and he stared at the skylight-adorned building for about ( ten minutes. ) |
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