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 Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 9:16 pm
The Atunion is NOT FOR SALE, so don't ask. This diary is meant to be private, so please contact thw owner before posting.
Gender: Female
Illusionist: Dulcea
Favorite Things: ???
Least Favorite Things: ???
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 4:27 pm
About Tangia  These memories, Ayame, mother, it's all starting to come back to me. I don't resent you for your choice sister, I only wish things had been different. But I cannot change the past, it's time to focus on preserving our future.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 5:39 pm
The Illusionist
Name: Dulcea, Dulcie
Gender: Female
Demeanor: She has an bubbly personality, though often she becomes a clueless as to what's going on around her, making her seem a little flaky.
Appearance: She stands about 5ft 8in, slim for her height at 110lbs. Most days she wears a loose white shirt, perfect for most types of weather, and flared stonewashed jeans, though she rarely wears anything on her feet.
Background: Her parents were killed in a car accident, and she went to live with her aunt. She had a normal childhood after that, and went on to go to college. She now mothers several children in need of homes.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 1:40 pm
The Family
I'll fix it soon, I swear
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 1:44 pm
The Other Illusionaries  AnariShe seems alright, reminds me of someone, it's probably nothing  ShenellaI've met her briefly, she's seems like a nice person  AnalaI met her at the Easter party, she seems alright, I hope to be friends with her later in life  VeiveI don't think I've met her before  AyameShe seems like she's trying to be a good person, but I remember her.. I remember the way she was, my sister...  EvelynShe seems like a cheerful person, I like her, maybe we'll be friends later on  MyokiI haven't met him yet  BlackfellHe's easy to be around, he makes me laugh, I think we'll be friends when we're older  MerenethI haven't met him yet
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 1:54 pm
Memories
April 9th, 2005 -
Things are starting to make sense, these dreams, these memories, what does all of it really mean? My form is becoming stable, I've let go of the past...
March 30th, 2005 -
We had out first fight today, and I'm trapped in my own dream, but Ayame, I know that name, Ayame, my sister...
March 27th, 2005 -
Ayame.. I remember that name, what does it mean?
March 23rd, 2005 -
I was placed with my new gaurdian today, she seems alright.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 1:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 2:39 pm
Photo Album
Click some of them for the full picture
My little girl, she seems like she's in so much pain, how can I help her?
Things are starting to make sense now...
Tangia as an Atunion, she looks so sweet
Her dreams, they were so clear, she seemed so happy. Maybe she can have this again?
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 10:54 am
Rp Sessions 3/30/05 March 30th, 2005
When speaking of morality,
This question comes in view:
How do mothers know about the things
They tell their daughters not to do? The Illusionaries converge in Tangia's drab dream world, a dull grey garden, finding the girl cloaked in the same grey tones, the only color in the realm being her blank rosey brown eyes and the other Illusionaries themselves. Her hair is wore to the middle of her back, tied with a ribbon, a lock of it falling loose over her right eye, giving her a tired appearance. She wears a drab grey dress to her ankles, the skirts swaying in her imagined breezes. This world, this dream, all of it is her safegaurd against her memories, but they get to her despite her shell. These memories, projected against the sky, affected her world. But one memory in particular, her sister, Ayame, she saw those eyes again, her first unshadowed memory. As all of this came crashing down, so began her world, her form flickering into nothingness, back to her real form. No, she wouldn't let this happen, she wouldn't let her dream fade. But it was, this whole world she'd built around her memories was dying, and she nearly went with it. But as it happened, she was trapped in her own mind, in the nothingness of her memories, surrounded only by that one memory, that girl, her sister.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 10:56 am
lia-w "Maybe..." Anari replied with a distant look in her eyes. SillyAngelKitty Ayame nodded softly then closed her eyes reaching out into the void in her mind. "Tangia? Are you here?" She whispered softly into the void. Dulcea She lifted her head from her hands, staring off into the void as words echoed in her mind, " Ayame?" she whispered, her voice tight in her throat. Her mind ached with all she had learned in this nightmare. SillyAngelKitty Ayame looked around. "Where are you Tangia? It's so dark here." Dulcea The place suddenly faded to grey tones, a memory of Ayame standing over her, then faded again, leaving Tangia unsure of it's meaning. " Dark.. It's not dark.. It's.. Empty.." SillyAngelKitty Ayame looked around. "Empty? But why? Is this were our memories of each other were kept? I'm sorry Tangia. I never ment for anything to happen to you." The void was filled with grey tones again. A woman stood yelling at Ayame. Ayame stood crying. Dulcea She stood, her form flickering between that of a strong young woman to that of a confused child, the only color remaining her bright pink eyes. Her voice echoed in two tones, two ages, " It wasn't you fault" She took a few steps toward Ayame, a bright tear running down her cheek. " Everything could have been different, we could have been better to each other, to ourselves... It all could have been so, it all could be.. Different" SillyAngelKitty Ayame nodded her head. "It will be different. I promise. I can't forgive myself for all the pain I have caused you. But you were so perfect in her eyes and I was just a mistake. I was tried of hearing how I should be like you. I just wanted to be myself." A memory of a woman scolding a younger Ayame appeared. She was pointing at a younger version of Tangia. Tangia was perfectly dressed every hair was in place. Ayame was splattered in mud and her hair a mess. Dulcea She shook her head, " I wasn't perfect, I never was.." as she spoke a few memories rolled across the void, all of things she had done wrong. " But the one thing I regret the most, is that I wasn't more like you." Her eyes were closed, clouded by painful tears. SillyAngelKitty Ayame shook her head. "But I don't want you to be like me. I want you to be you. I want me to be me. We are different thou we are the same. She could never see that. She wanted us to be the same." A memory of the two when they were younger passed through. They were playing in a lake splashing water at each other they looked so happy together. "Please don't wish to be more like me. Wish to be yourself." Dulcea She wiped her eyes with the back of a hand, leaving them bloodshot and tired, her heart weighing heavy on the world. Her form shifted to that of her at age five in a little white dress and crown, nearly choking on her words, " I know that.. But I hated myself for being so timid. I know that I've got a second chance here, but what if it's not any different, what if I waste my life again?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 10:57 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 11:00 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 11:18 am
21:00:00
March 30th, 2005
Tangia's Perspective
Trapped...
I'm trapped in my dreams.
How to get out I'll never know.
I try to leave,
But I don't succeed.
When I give up,
I see a swirl of light,
And I am free.
Would it really be that easy? Could she just give up? No, it was more than that, she would have to let her world go, have to say good bye to the reality she had built around herself, and she wasn't ready to do that. She would never let her projections go. She had become attatched to them, relying on the idea that she would always have her form, her body, her mind. She needed them, or at least, she had convinced herself that she needed them, that they defined her...
But really... Had they?
Was that all she was?
A poorly constructed dream, kept alive by some cruel being?
All of this was rushing through her mind, her vision, her world. She couldn't handle this, she was losing what was left of her fragile sanity. What if she wasn't even that? What if she was of her own imagination?
And essentially, she was...
Well, this world was at least, and her form here. Her form. That was what this was all about, not the world, her body...
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 3:14 pm
17:14:00
March 31st, 2005
Tangia's Perspective
Before I was myself you made me, me
With love and patience, discipline and tears,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Allowing me to sail upon my sea,
Though well within the headlands of your fears.
Before I was myself you made me, me
With dreams enough of what I was to be
And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Relinquishing your powers gradually,
To let me shape myself among my peers.
Before I was myself you made me, me
Ayame, sister, I remember now why I didn't know who you were, I had blocked the memory out, but now that I've spent some time focusing on those very memories, I'm ready to accept you for who you are now, instead of who you were. You're trying to be a good person, I see that now, you may not know this, but whatever happens, whatever I say, I love you, and I always will. Being here, being alone with my thoughts has taught me a lot. But I can't do this anymore, I can't live in this lie, none of this is real, no matter how much I want it to be, it will never be real.
"Get me out of here!" she called, her voice lost in the void of her own mind.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 1:57 pm
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