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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:12 am
 S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . .
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:13 am
 
Family Trade: Import and export of handmade, high class musical instruments
Class: 1B
Sexuality: Unknown
Nationality: Japanese/English
Likes: Music, musicals, ballroom dancing, singing, being around people, strawberries, orange, sweet things, the arts.
Dislikes: sour foods, anything that looks healthy for you, being around alot of people, not being able to practice.
Fears:
- Myctophobia- Fear of darkness.
Personality: In short Satu is spoilt. He doesn't like not getting his own way, he dislikes when people don't do what he wants them to do and sulks easily. He hides thing side of him around people he doesn't know though because he constantly wants to accepted. See more futher down.
Physical Features:
- 5'11
- Not thin, not fat, but made of muscle
- Has naturally curly blond hair with died pink streaks in it
- Bigish blue eyes.
- wears slim fitting clothes most of the time
- dresses quite indie
- Always wears red coverse
- Quite pale
- Has a little scare on his noes from where a cat attacked him
- Has long pianist fingers and quite square hands, bigish hands too.
- has a very resigned and closed off look, seems to be daydreaming alot of the time.
Satu is an extremely quiet boy, the youngest, with seven older sisters. He has a twin sister Luca. Though he is quiet he also knows how to hold his own and to fight for what he believes in. He’s quiet and doesn’t really like talking about his personal life. He’s extremely musical and loves all music, playing a wide variety of instruments from the violin to the saxophone. He tends to lose himself in music. He’s most animated in his passionate conversations about it. He also enjoys dancing, especially the connection between rhythm and dance, and spends hours ballroom dancing. He’s quite shy; having seven sisters has granted him an insight into the female mind, but hasn’t made him any more confident. Although he’ll deny it, he’s also quite spoilt because he’s the only male. When he gets excited he tends to start singing things and his personal motto is “Life would be much more enjoyable if it were a musical.”
He is a very creative person and spends a lot of time on his own creating music or playing music. He’s also a very curious person, and interested in the world around him. He’s very open to new ideas and is always willing to try something once. Satu is also reliable and trustworthy. He is well-organised and always has his instruments in perfect condition and his belongings in order.
He is self-disciplined (when it suits him) and tries to have a set practice routine everyday. He is very careful in what he says in public. Though he seems like a very polite, quiet boy, he is in fact quite spoilt and bitchy. However, he’s not proud of this side; it’s something he despises in himself, and because of this he’s very careful in everything he does, in case he lets his bitchy, meaner side slip out. He is quite a reserved person, keeping to himself and his music, but this is most because he is quite self-conscious. He’s a contradiction of shyness and of sheer misanthropy; he’s awkward and shy in front of the few people he actually likes. Unfortunately, a lot of his dislike of people is rooted in his feelings of insecurity. He feels like he’s not good enough, and resents people for acting superior towards him, when in fact they’re not. Thus a lot of his dislike of people is actually pre-emptive: if he can reject them first, they don’t get to reject him. He likes to be alone with his mind and his music.
Despite his dislike of people, he doesn’t tend to hold grudges, and very good natured most of the time. He is especially critical of those he feels are beneath him, as a result of his pampering of being an only son. He tries not to be judgemental but in the end can’t really help it; it’s a self-preservation matter, to make himself feel better. However, his politeness makes him seem more agreeable to people who don’t know him very well.
He is a very nervous person constantly thinking about what people think of him and he’s incredibly high-strung. He worries constantly, but does a good job of hiding it. He has a very dark sense of humour and love intelligent jokes. He can’t stand scatological humour but will try to laugh whether he finds it funny or not; unfortunately, his fake laugh is incredibly obvious. He also will avoid conflict at all costs.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:18 am
History:
Satu comes from a long line of musicians and composers, most of them rich or at least somewhat famous. However, as his family doesn’t own a huge amount of companies, he wouldn’t be considered “1A” material. His great-grandfather met his great-grandmother in Ouran, and all of the family since have attended. Having no male heir other than Satu, his grandfather dotes on him. Both sides of his family were originally from Europe but it has long since stopped showing up in the physical features of the Kimura family. He was taught to play music from a very early age and his father was president of the music club during his time in Ouran. He’s the only child in his family that has any musical or creative talent. His sisters are ranging in age from 25 to Satus twin sister. Being the baby of the family, then, he can get usually get whatever he wants. None of his sisters have gone to Ouran. Instead they go to a private all girls school at the otherside of town but since Satu is the only male his father wants him to continue the ouran tradition.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:27 am
Family:
Luca: Satu's twin sister. They're very close to each other. Although Satu is smart and hoping to go to Ouran ((as long as Daddy pays the fee))Luca is much more fun loving and willing to settle with the private all girls school which all her other sisters have gone too. Satu and Luca are very close and are rarely seen out of each others sight. Satu protects her as she is the younger of the two by 10 minutes.
Misa: Misa is the second youngest daughter of the family. She is quiet and likes to think of herself as deep and thoughtful. She complains that she is a middle child and therefore is ignored. She goes to the same school as Luca and is the head of the poetry club. She tends to ignore Luca in the corridors and thinks that Satus willingness to go to Ouran is just a waste of good money
Kamiko: Kamiko is the third youngest daughter. Shes bubbily, happy and cheerful though a little bit dim witted. She loves life and insisted to going to a different school then her sisters, both to be different and because she left she needed boys in her school. She is one of the prettiest of the daughters and can get whatever she wants from the boys that she tempts. Shes never seen for more then a week with the same boyfriend. She can manipulate people very easily.
Rika: Rika is in her 2nd year of art collage and is loving every minute of it. She spends most of her nights out and sleeps in till very late, missing many of her lectures. She is bright and can catch up on them very quickly. She wants to do graphic design when shes finished and she already has a job lined up for herself when she finishes.
Yuko: Yuko is the 3rd oldest child and dropped out of collage durning her second year because she just felt she wasn't cut out for it. She is now touring with a ballet company across England. Though her parents were horrified by this at first they have now accepted her wish and are now delighted for her daughter.
Kisa: Kisa is the second oldest daughter. Though she ahs finished collage with a graduate in cookery she is currently working in a small bakery serving customers mostly. She loves her work and is happy every moment shes in there. SHe hopes to open her own line of resteraunts some day but shes trying to get her own appartment first.
Aika: Aika is the eldest of eight children and so is very mature and responsible. She has already moved out of the house and is living with her boyfriend Natsu. She is a journalist and lives for her work. She is always willing to give a helping hand to her brothers and sisters but she says that she will probably never have children of her own.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:29 am
Goal:
300k/300k
Oh wow thanks everyone! Thanks to:
Valtz
Flaire
Kaiyumi
To everyone who gave me support! <33
Much luff on all of you!
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:29 am
Let the music take you higher!!
Satu is a giant music fan and he pretty much play every instument under the sun. His favorite instruments are as follows though:
Violin: This is his favorite instrument by far. He is very rarely seen without it.
Piano: He loves the piano and has a grand piano in his house.
Flute: He loves the flute aswell. He love the sweet sound it makes and how easy it is to carry around with him.
Saxaphone: He love this instrument because of its loud upbeat sound.
Guitar: Like most boys his age he can play the guitar. He prefares spainish guitar though but does play rock music from time to time.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:30 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:31 am
Help the cause. Link to us! Satu would love donations to help his cause
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:33 am
The prompt:
Sitting down at his desk, Satu glanced at his expensive watch. He threw his bag down beside him, tapping his long pianist’s fingers on his desk. He looked elegant and bored, stretched in his chair like a pedigree cat. It was a good front; Satu’s carefully cultivated look of disinterest hid the panic that roiled inside him, liquefying his stomach.
“This is the day, finally.” The very thought made his breath catch in his chest. Yuko had been sitting next to him for two months by now; two months of awkward, hidden looks, of willing himself not to blush, of rejected attempts at conversation. He had probably talked to her twice, not counting the time he’d picked up the pencil she’d dropped. His leg bounced compulsively. Satu ducked his head, hiding his face, pretended to be doing something extremely important as she neared her desk. He looked up as she waved softly to him. His heart jerked. He swallowed.
“Morning, Satu,” she said, and she sat down. He felt his neck heat up; hoped it wouldn’t spread to his face. What do I say to her? What if she doesn’t like me? He gave an awkward half smile. “M- good morning, Yuko,” he said quietly. “How are you?”
She grinned widely at him. “Oh, I’m fine, thank you.”
Great. What was he supposed to say to that? “Oh… I’m – I’m good,” he said, wishing he could think of something breathtakingly witty to charm her with. He racked his brains.
“The weather’s terrible today,” he offered, finally, wincing at his idiocy.
“Uh. Yeah.” She looked at him with pointed eyes; Satu could almost feel the disdain dripping off her. He almost felt resentful, angry at her for making him feel so stupid. Why should he have to make such an effort? Especially when she was almost certain to reject him? But she smiled at him then, a shy smile that slid almost accidentally across her face, and he was caught by how incredibly beautiful she was.
Satu sat, a forced smile pasted across his pale features, his eyes darting from his page of doodles, back to her face, and back again. She sat with her hands folded on her lap, smiling gently, gently encouraging.
Altogether, it was not going very well.
“Uh…” Satu started, then trailed off. Come on. Just ask her out. It’s not that hard. Their eyes accidentally met. He froze. “The, uh, the forecast wasn’t this bad,” he added lamely.
Smooth.
She looked at him, smiling still, but now it looked fixed on her face, something reserved for boring relatives.
Really smooth.
He swallowed, his leg starting to bounce violently again. He jostled the table; his pencil case clattered to the ground noisily, but thankfully it didn’t burst. Yuko giggled. Satu felt his face burst into flame. He scooped it up as fast and unobtrusively as possible.
“Oh, sh – sugar,” he said. She grinned; the first genuine smile I get and it’s at my expense. Great. Hurry up and ask her, before you do something even worse.
“Yuko,” he said suddenly, the word tumbling out of his mouth.
She looked up at him.
“Yes?”
He gulped. “Um…do…do you want to, well, go out with me later, like to…to see a movie…or something?” he asked. His voice was quiet, mechanical. He stared at his thin fingers.
“You mean, like, a date?” she asked him inquisitively.
Satu nodded, his face still blushing brightly.
“Okay!” she said, and he whipped around to look at her, an expression of disbelief playing over his face. “You…you mean it?” he asked breathlessly, before he recovered himself, and his face was possessed once more by the customary disinterest.
“Of course!”
“Um…How about 5, then? After school?” he asked, stuttering with slight shock. She grinned again, blushing slightly herself. “Sounds good to me,” she said. “I’ll see you then.”
The bell for the start of class rang and the din of teenaged rambling soon faded into silence. Satu’s smile was uncontrollable; he tapped out a rhythm on his desk as he daydreamed about his date, how charming he’d be, how smitten Yuko would be with him.
When five o’clock came around, Satu leant against the wall outside the cinema, looking nonchalant but fidgeting with his hair nervously. He was dressed casually, deliberately and carefully effortless, trying to look as though he weren’t checking his watch every few seconds. At a minute past, he had to restrain himself from calling her, wanting to know whether she’d changed her mind. He waited.
She came at five minutes past, radiant in a pink dress. Satu just stared for a second, blushing furiously. “Uh… hi, Yuko. You look – you look nice. Beautiful,” he said nervously rubbing the back of his head, mussing up the hair that he had spent so long fixing.
“Hi, Satu. You look very nice too. What movie are we seeing?” Satu took out a schedule and looked through. He had the three movies that they could choose from circled in red.
“What about ‘The Holiday’?” he asked her. It was a chick flick; he thought she’d probably enjoy it. She looked over his shoulder to examine the schedule. He could smell her shampoo, floral and delicate.
“Sure! That sounds great! Come on. We’d better go in or we’ll be late,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him in. He reddened uncontrollably, unused to the physical contact, but unaccountably pleased.
Just as Satu suspected, it was a useless, plodding excuse for a movie, complete with a contrived, sappy ending and stupid jokes. He chanced an arm around her shoulders, mentally going through his CDs, compiling a playlist for her. As they left the cinema, she took his hand in her, and Satu was almost delirious with happiness.
“What do you want to do now?” Yuko asked him. He thought for a second. “I heard there’s a band playing Christmas songs in the centre of town,” he said. He very rarely went into town at all; after all, his parents would simply buy him everything he wanted. He preferred to stay at home and practise, away from the claustrophobic crowds and noisy, rude bustle of people.
She nodded and linked arms with him as they walked to the centre of town.
The band stood on a plateau strung with twinkling lights, like multicoloured crystallised stars. Tinsel twisted along the railings, and Satu had to admit that the band was good. Much better then he thought they would be. He was nearly distracted by the cadence of their music, until he was struck, suddenly, by how the lights threaded bright shining spirals of colour through Yuko’s hair. They stood in the square for a while, the snow fluttering onto their hair and hot chocolate from a nearby vendor steaming softly, warming their hands. She huddled chose to him and he put his arm around her again, less nervously, now more used to her company.
Finally, they walked back to where a car would meet Yuko. They stood in the cold, their breath coming in warm clouds, holding hands. Satu took a deep breath.
“…Yuko?” he said shyly. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asked.
Why would she choose me to be her girlfriend?
But she blushed, and grinned, and kissed him on the cheek.
“Okay. So you’re my b***h, then?” she said brightly, climbing into the limo.
“I’m your b***h, then.”
As Satu waved the limo off, he couldn’t stop a stupid grin spreading across his face. He, Satu, had a girlfriend; Yuko was his. As he waited for his own limo to come, he listened idly to the crackle of leaves, sketching out a piano passage on the shuffle and snap of the footfalls of the passers-by, the icy music of the frost-embroidered foliage captured eternally for Yuko.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:34 am
Picture references coming soon!
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:35 am
Ze artist I would prefere would be Feanaro or [RuiRui] or Miss Untitled or....any artist really!
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:36 am
Just putting this here for future reference
Name: Raving Sohma
Custom Details
Name: Satu Kimura
Class: 1B
Family Trade: The crafting and exporting fine, high quality handmade musical instruments.
History: Satu comes from a long line of musicians and composers, most of them rich or at least somewhat famous. However, as his family doesn’t own a huge amount of companies, he wouldn’t be considered “1A” material. His great-grandfather met his great-grandmother in Ouran, and all of the family since have attended. Having no male heir other than Satu, his grandfather dotes on him. Both sides of his family were originally from Europe but it has long since stopped showing up in the physical features of the Kimura family. He was taught to play music from a very early age and his father was president of the music club during his time in Ouran. He’s the only child in his family that has any musical or creative talent. His sisters are ranging in age from 25 to Satus twin sister. Being the baby of the family, then, he can get usually get whatever he wants. None of his sisters have gone to Ouran. Instead they go to a private all girls school at the otherside of town but since Satu is the only male his father wants him to continue the ouran tradition.
Personality: Satu is an extremely quiet boy, the youngest, with seven older sisters. He has a twin sister Luca. Though he is quiet he also knows how to hold his own and to fight for what he believes in. He’s quiet and doesn’t really like talking about his personal life. He’s extremely musical and loves all music, playing a wide variety of instruments from the violin to the saxophone. He tends to lose himself in music. He’s most animated in his passionate conversations about it. He also enjoys dancing, especially the connection between rhythm and dance, and spends hours ballroom dancing. He’s quite shy; having seven sisters has granted him an insight into the female mind, but hasn’t made him any more confident. Although he’ll deny it, he’s also quite spoilt because he’s the only male. When he gets excited he tends to start singing things and his personal motto is “Life would be much more enjoyable if it were a musical.”
He is a very creative person and spends a lot of time on his own creating music or playing music. He’s also a very curious person, and interested in the world around him. He’s very open to new ideas and is always willing to try something once. Satu is also reliable and trustworthy. He is well-organised and always has his instruments in perfect condition and his belongings in order.
He is self-disciplined (when it suits him) and tries to have a set practice routine everyday. He is very careful in what he says in public. Though he seems like a very polite, quiet boy, he is in fact quite spoilt and bitchy. However, he’s not proud of this side; it’s something he despises in himself, and because of this he’s very careful in everything he does, in case he lets his bitchy, meaner side slip out. He is quite a reserved person, keeping to himself and his music, but this is most because he is quite self-conscious. He’s a contradiction of shyness and of sheer misanthropy; he’s awkward and shy in front of the few people he actually likes. Unfortunately, a lot of his dislike of people is rooted in his feelings of insecurity. He feels like he’s not good enough, and resents people for acting superior towards him, when in fact they’re not. Thus a lot of his dislike of people is actually pre-emptive: if he can reject them first, they don’t get to reject him. He likes to be alone with his mind and his music.
Despite his dislike of people, he doesn’t tend to hold grudges, and very good natured most of the time. He is especially critical of those he feels are beneath him, as a result of his pampering of being an only son. He tries not to be judgemental but in the end can’t really help it; it’s a self-preservation matter, to make himself feel better. However, his politeness makes him seem more agreeable to people who don’t know him very well.
He is a very nervous person constantly thinking about what people think of him and he’s incredibly high-strung. He worries constantly, but does a good job of hiding it. He has a very dark sense of humour and love intelligent jokes. He can’t stand scatological humour but will try to laugh whether he finds it funny or not; unfortunately, his fake laugh is incredibly obvious. He also will avoid conflict at all costs.
Appearance
Skin color / tone: Pale/caucasion
Hair: Medium length, curly blond with pink hot pink streaks running through it
Eyes: Azure Blue
Build: thin. medium height, slim
Anything Extra: Satu is very seriously looking most of the time but at the same time hes quite the charmer.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:37 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:38 am
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