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Post by ISABELLE ANAYA on Jan 24, 2016 0:55:29 GMT -5
ISABELLE It's during idle, quiet days that Isabelle likes to take a walk on. Normally she'd be clinging on to Heath or Carynn, but there are rare days when she'd like time to herself. She'd stuck a note on her fridge, labelled on a walk. will b back soon. xoxo, and left late morning. She doesn't really know where she takes herself. She just enjoys the scenery around her -- she could probably find or ask her way back when she wants to go back. Perfect houses line down the street. She passes the grant shrine where people crowd to pray for the district god. It's probably the god of light or harmony, since everything looks so perfect. A sharp contrast to her dark home. It's not long before civilization fades away, replaced by cliffs and shores. Isabelle idly walks along the edge, only a few feet from falling to death. A dilapidated sign catches her eye, reading Leap of Faith. It doesn't exactly make very much sense to her. It should be named the Leap of Death, or something. More fitting. She supposes that it's a little less romantic. The scenery here is strangely peaceful despite its reputation -- with its rythymic crashing of waves and the call of birds. She sits down on the edge, her legs hanging off the edge. She vaguely thinks about how dangerous this is -- how she could be one push from death. But it doesn't concern her enough to make her do anything. Right now, it's nothing but a place of solace. Somewhere she can be in her own thoughts. "A pretty place." @anyone made by bonnibel |
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Post by SEONAIDH on Jan 24, 2016 2:16:50 GMT -5
[nospaces][googlefont=Playfair Display] [attr="class","feelrealicon"]  [attr="class","feelrealbox"] [attr="class","feelrealtxt"]sometimes, while he rested, he dreamed that he was very young again. waves pound out a pulsing beat, foamy waters enveloped him in a cool embrace, the world above looked distant and distorted underwater—and, seonaidh remembered, in the daytime light always refracted, so that pictures above and below the surface were never what they seemed.
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he wasn't overly sentimental about it. it'd been a comfortable existence, but also one of incredible monotony. he was glad to leave, to drift with the winds.
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and now, he had come full circle. to be looking down into the ocean rather than out—it felt almost like loss. a home he couldn't return to. the humans had closed the dimensional breach after all, left him stranded.
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nimbly traversing the uneven cliff edge, seonaidh came upon a lone human girl, overhead her voiced comment. he paused a few feet away, glancing down at the jagged rocks. "do you really think so?" he asked dispassionately. [newclass=.feelrealtxt]text-align:justify;font: 12px Playfair Display;color:#2e2e2e;padding: 6px 11px 6px 11px;border-left:1px #212121 solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.feelrealicon]float:right;border:1px #212121 solid;height:90px;width:90px;padding:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.feelrealbox:hover]opacity:0.7;transition:0.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.feelrealbox]background-color:#000000;float:right;width:90px;height:90px;position:relative;margin: 23px -111px 0px 0px;z-index:1;opacity:0;transition:0.5s;[/newclass] |
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Post by ISABELLE ANAYA on Jan 25, 2016 16:03:38 GMT -5
ISABELLE The voice behind her startles her -- but her body stays still, bar for the slight widening of her eyes. There's someone behind her. Isabelle turns to see someone, standing a couple feet away. Long green hair flows down their shoulders. She couldn't really tell if they were a god or human or even a robot, but it doesn't matter. They aren't hostile, so she sees no need to worry about it. "Yeah, I can sit here all day." She says -- she probably would have if not for the Bling Ring back home. "Don't you?" Her legs dangle from the ledge, and she kicks one of them out. A rock falls and tumbles and skips across the wall a couple times before disappearing from her vision. She stands, turning to face the being across from her. Her feet are only a few feet away from the ledge. She feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up from the sense of danger it evokes; a feeling that both exhilerates and scares her. But her face only bears the traces of curiosity at the new person. "My name is Isabelle. Who are you?" made by bonnibel |
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Post by SEONAIDH on Jan 27, 2016 12:27:11 GMT -5
[nospaces][googlefont=Playfair Display] [attr="class","feelrealicon"] [attr="class","feelrealbox"] [attr="class","feelrealtxt"]seonaidh shrugged, folding his arms over his chest. "i suppose. there are better views." he'd seen more of her world on his travels than she could imagine. caverns, summits, deserts, great stretches of unbroken tundra. each wilder, less forgiving than the last—lands humans could not cultivate, strip of their beauty.
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"seonaidh," he offered, content to let the girl speculate on his origins. it wasn't a name she'd recognize—very few did, even gods.
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"have you heard the stories of this place, isabelle?" his voice cut clear over the baritone waves, the whistling gulls. the wind picked up then, whipping up sea foam and loose hair alike. [newclass=.feelrealtxt]text-align:justify;font: 12px Playfair Display;color:#2e2e2e;padding: 6px 11px 6px 11px;border-left:1px #212121 solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.feelrealicon]float:right;border:1px #212121 solid;height:90px;width:90px;padding:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.feelrealbox:hover]opacity:0.7;transition:0.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.feelrealbox]background-color:#000000;float:right;width:90px;height:90px;position:relative;margin: 23px -111px 0px 0px;z-index:1;opacity:0;transition:0.5s;[/newclass] |
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