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 Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 10:22 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 10:57 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 9:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 9:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 9:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 9:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 9:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 11:28 pm
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Reserved for solo - What is he up to?
If there was ever a person she was always wondering what he was up to, it was her brother. It seemed strange that he would do some of the things he would do and at the same time she could care less. But given that she lived with him and that she would have to deal with whatever stupid idea he had hatched up she kept an eye on him. Granted Borra was an odd duck to begin with, so happy and cheerful it was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach, so the fact he had been rather sneaky since his discovery in the storage closet it couldn't help but make her curious.
First she leisurely investigated the closet, she wasn't the type of person who would put a lot of effort into something unless it was worth it. So once she entered she casually looked about, her sharp eyes looking for anything that looked as if it had been disturbed lately. A thick layer of dust was lining the shelves that were bare, new jars of food being stored for the winter stirred the dust in other areas, and it wasn't until she lifted a fur throw rug that she discovered the box that had housed an instrument of some sort. How did she know it was an instrument? Moving the furs over she had opened the lid to discover a pot of oil, a rather oil soaked rag as well some sheets of paper tucked carefully into a hide covered book.
Pulling out the paper she was surprised to see that it was sheet music, and written in their fathers writing no less. Now when she tried to picture her father being....the musical type the stern faced hunter seemed to clash with that mental image. Their father played music? Not only played, but...wrote the music himself? She couldn't even remember a time when their father had ever sung or shown any interest in music. Licking her upper lip she was careful to put the papers back and return the items back into the crate. Then she placed the skin throw back on top trying to make it look as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened there.
So...her brother had found something that related to these things. Chewing on her lower lip she eye'd the door to the storage room wondering if she had over stayed her investigation. Getting up she dusted her clothes with a few quick pats from her hands. Though she didn't get it all off she needed to quickly slip out of this room and head back to her room. Trying to look unimpressed as she always did as heading to her room meant she was going to go past her brothers.
The door was closed and she couldn't hear much coming from inside of it. Tempted to lean her head against the frame to see if she could hear anything, she instead continued past and to her room. After all if she truely wanted to find out all she needed to do is wait him out. Eventually he would slip up and then she would know for sure what it was that her had taken from storage. Either that or she would have to raid his room to find out...
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Time past and surprisingly Borra was still fairly secretive of the item he had undoubtedly picked up from the storage room. This was...unusual for Borra as he tended to be unable to keep a secret for any longer than it was originally told to me. He must be very excited about it and yet he hadn't voiced anything. No slip up..nothing. Though she was noting several items were mysteriously going missing from the home. A small pot of oil...some of their best rags.
Borra also was finding reasons to stay in his room...a lot. Though he always played it off as if he was tired there was no way that could be the case. Sin was the one who went to bed early not Borra. Though their parents didn't comment, perhaps they were happy to have a bit of time to themselves for once as Borra tended to be the type who wold talk and talk until you grew tired of listening to him.
It was on one such occasion she had confront Borra by sneaking into his room and discovered that the item he had indeed confiscated from the storage room was none other than a lute. Now many things clicked together when she discovered what it was, the sheets of music, the oil rags...it made sense. Though it still didn't make any sense for as to why it belonged to their father. Had something happened to him to force him to stop playing? Something happen that made him the stern man he was today?
Though full of questions there wasn't any answers and she didn't really want to ask their father about it. Knowing him he wouldn't answer her questions anyway. But this was good leverage for her against her brother. Now that she found out his secret she could hold it over him to get him to do her work for her. That much she was happy about. Though she was already lazy enough as it was she loved to sleep. Perhaps it was due to the fact she hated to waste energy on people. She had no friends and though her brother was insistent that she make some, but why bother? People annoyed her. you couldn't trust them as far as you could throw them. Besides...it was too much work to make friends. Then you had to keep in touch, do things with them...have interesting things to say to each other. Yes...too much work.
The only people she had any concerns for was her immediate family. Her brother was an idiot and thus for some strange reason she cared wither or not people treated him well...despite the fact she would black mail him at any chance. But she was his sister...so it was her right to do so. She wouldn't allow anyone else to treat her brother poorly...no one.
Word Count: 1047 FIN
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:59 am
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Solo - What is she plotting?
There was something ...just not right about that woman named Eira. The one Borra claimed was his friend but she wondered if he was just falling for her 'charms' and assets. The fact she recruited him to her little circus side show didn't surprise her in the least, but...it had thrown her off when Eira had extended that invitation to herself. Sitting at home, in her room she had begun to pack, still unsure if this was really the smartest thing to do. Sure they would go off and explore the world, but what did Eira really think that she could contribute to a 'troupe' as she called it. The ever sleeping girl? Right...that wouldn't last long and she knew it. Besides as much as she liked being lazy, she didn't like being bored either.
Lifting a hand she paused a moment as she looked over the article of clothing she was about to select. Though Sin'qua didn't have the same assets as Eira... she couldn't help but bring the shirt up to herself and look down. Lacking a mirror in her room she could only fathom how it looked on her, and imagine how much...better it looked on Eira. Growling to herself she threw the shirt down with a bit more force than what was required out of purely spite.
Hating to admit that perhaps, she was a tiny bit jealous of Eira...it set her blood boiling. After all, Eira had charisma, charm, the looks. Sure she didn't want to be Eira in any way, but it was women like her that just irritated her. Those who use their looks to lure in and blindside people. It was so..fake. Yes..that was probably it. Sin'qua was brutally honest, and because of that...she was tactless at times, hurt people's feelings and didn't have many friends.
Borra stuck close to her, weither it was because he was her brother, or more...she wasn't entirely sure. Borra was an enigma to her, so friendly, trusting to a fault..oblivious...he was in every aspect the opposite to herself. But he stuck by her no matter what, despite the fact she would blackmail him tell him that he was an idiot..and in general be mean to him. But she didn't know how else to act, she was just being herself. Honest. Even if it made her condescending, rude and generally unapproachable.
Chewing her lower lip it was hard to admit that, she wished even if for the slightest of moments...that she could be more like Eira. Sure she was lying...and manipulative....but..people liked her. They looked to her with a smile. A true smile. She felt...despite all her brains...it looks like boobs were the way to make people like you or at least pay attention to you. As self defeating as that felt...it only made Sin'qua angrier, and anger was what fueled the young woman.
Growling to herself she tasted blood and realized as she licked her lower lip that...she had chewed perhaps a bit too hard. Sighing she picked up the shirt again and then refolded it placed it back in her wardrobe. Thinking to herself that it wouldn't be suitable for travel as the reason for putting it away (rather than imagining how it would look better on Eira) she tried to find other pieces of clothing to bring instead.
She recalled meeting that strange hybrid with red hair, the one who had traveled. He had said that there were places that were unbearably warm, though she didn't have much in the way of light clothing as...the summer's here were brief if non-existent. Light clothing just wasn't in their wardrobe. Besides the heavier clothes were fine to her, they hide a person's body for the most part concealing everything under layers so she never cared what people thought of her body.
But the idea of wearing less clothing...bothered her, especially when she knew she would be compared to Eira. Even if she didn't want to, men were all disgusting pigs, body over brains every time. Eyeing Eira up like she was a piece of meat and yet she relied on that animal magnetism to get them to do what she wanted. So was Eira ....stupid? No...in fact she was in fact quite smart to use her assets in such a fashion. Still Sin'qua didn't like it.
Staring at what clothes she had managed to gather together she took a deep breath before she resumed packing. Shoving the articles into a bag. There were few possessions of her own that she needed to bring, being too practical to be sentiment about the stuff she had. SHe knew that it would be here when she got back, at least if their father hadn't disowned them by the time they got around to coming home.
Though they had created a cover story about traveling away, proclaiming that Gyuri was going to teach Borra how to wield a weapon and though their father had ...raised an eyebrow at the story, after seeing and meeting Gyuri he could only grumble his consent. How long the story would hold up? she knew that as soon as they ventured back home it would be obvious that it had been a lie. In fact she was pretty certain that their father wasn't that stupid and saw right through the lie. So why would he just let them go? Perhaps he hoped that Borra would grow up some seeing the world?
That was a possibility although it seemed more like their father may of been holding out some hope that perhaps the lie was true. Borra would come back a strapping man with the ability to help hunt and keep everyone safe. Sin could only roll her eyes at the idea, Borra was just to naive and nice to...go murder things...so their father was going to be disappointed. Sighing as she finished packing she took another look around her room. After all she wouldn't be home for who knows how long....and she didn't want to leave anything important behind.
Word Count: 1055 FIN
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Name: Sin'qua 
