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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 3:29 pm
 | Jezebel ~ Jewel |
Act One [x] Act Two[x]
Act Three
Female
Labyrinth
Played by Adona Benedicta.| Adda ~ ??? |Act One [x]
Act Two
Female
"The naga Princess"
Played by Adona Benedicta. No posting in this journal unless approved to do so by Adona. Click the tags to see the full version of the character's artwork. All artwork is copywrite and property of Mechanical Bird (Ahnna Jade.) Characters are apart of The Inspired, click here to visit the main thread.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 3:37 pm
1. Welcome Post.
2. Navigational Post.
3. Rules of Posting.
4. Jezebel's Post.
5. Jezebel's Logs.
6. Adda's Post.
7. Adda's Logs.
8. Reserved.
9. Reserved.
10. Reserved.
11. Reserved.
12. Reserved.
13. Reserved.
14. Disclaimer
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 3:41 pm
2. Don't even attempt to ask if Jezzy's for sale. Common sense now. Do I need to explain this? If I do, let it be known I will be ruthless. Kthnx.
3. The Artwork is not MINE.The Artwork was done by the very talented Mechanical Bird, and while they say it is a great form of flattery to have art taken and used, I don't care. DO NOT DARE steal this artwork and claim it as your own. MB worked on this and it turned out beautifully.
4. The Banners are mine, to an extent. They were made, based off of the banners for The Inspired. I made the banners myself, but they were based off of Inspired!banners. So.
I reserve the right to add rules as I see fit!
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 3:42 pm
Age: 26 years old.
Gender: Female, obviously!
Height: 5'3. Appears 5'7 because of heels.
Weight: 122lbs. Is thin because of previous drug addiction.
Eye Color//Hair Color//Skin Color: Brown // Black // Peach.
Play: 'Labyrinth'
The author of the play's name has long since faded, but even though the man's name has faded away from memory, his words have lived on through the fantasy play, 'Labyrinth'. The play Jezebel hails from is her 'debut' play, in a manner of speaking. Though Jezebel does appear a couple of times in other plays, presumably written by the same man, this particular play hosts Jezebel as the main character.
The 'Labyrinth' follows Jezebel through many ups and downs, but primarily, the club she opens. Where she opens the club, titled 'The Labyrinth', a gateway of sorts opens into other realms, so that other fantastic creatures come through to the club. (She has a faerie working the bar, kthnx. XD) Slowly but surely, Jezebel begins growing addicted to a faun named Perce, and a drug he gives her little by little.
Some pages are missing, and others are too smudged to really read, but the ending is very clear. At the end of the play, Jezebel's club has been closed down, and condemned. She has to go through things on her own now, without the help of her fantastic friends and foes, because the realm has been closed off thanks to the dying club and the dying child in Jezebel, which stops her from seeing anyone, even her precious Perce, anymore.
Personality: Jezebel's personality isn't very known at this time. In groups of people, she appears to be the at ease cool type of girl that most people like to hang around. And thats because she uses it to get friends. But with only a couple of people, if she knows them really well, she'll let her defensive act down. And she is a really troubled girl.
Jezebel has issues with self-loathing, hating herself because she's not pretty or vibrant or whatever her mind decides to whip at her. She also has depressive problems brought on by her self-loathing personality. Which is why, before, she had turned to drugs. Except now that she's alone in her new world, she doesn't have drugs anymore.
If given the opportunity, Jezebel would probably be great, if she had the confidence to tell that hateful part in her to shut the hell up. But that's something she has to work at.
Likes... Chocolates, drugs, alcohol, teddy bears, dresses, fancy shoes, big beds.
Dislikes... Broccoli, acidic smell of nail polish remover, blood, horror movies, classical music.
Theme Song... 'Roxanne', The Police. (Roxanne... You don't have to wear that dress tonight, walk the streets for money, you don't care if it's wrong or if it's right...)
'So Jealous', Tegan and Sarah. (There I am in the mornin'... I don't like what I see... There I am in the mornin', I don't like what I see...)♥ - ♥ - ♥
The Others Selior.
Generally, Jezebel likes Selior. He seemed like a nice enough guy to her, so she has no reason to feel otherwise.
Muse.
She likes Muse, quiet though she may be. Muse seems like a very bubbly and friendly person, and has given no reason for her to dislike the woman.
Rinter.
Jezebel doesn't like Rinter. At all. He's a nerdy jackass.
Adda.
Jezebel has unofficially adopted Adda as her li'l slave/sister/best friend/partner in crime. Love for Adda!♥ - ♥ - ♥
Possessions From Rinter. Feb 23-2007.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 3:49 pm
♥ - ♥ - ♥
Roleplay Logs Roleplay Log o1:
Jezebel & Selior, Arisia, Rinter, and Nicolai.
Roleplay Log o2:
Jezebel & Selior, and Rinter.
Roleplay Log o3:
Jezebel, Diarmad, Muse, Rinter, Selior, and Xania.
Roleplay Log o4:
Jezebel. (QUEST RESPONSE)
Roleplay Log o6.
Jezebel and Rinter.
Roleplay Log o7.
Jezebel, Faharae, Selior, and Nicolai.
Roleplay Log o8.
Jezebel and Adda.
Roleplay Log o9.
Jezebel, Adda, Selior, Rinter, and Cornelius.
Roleplay Log 10.
Jezebel, Adda, Selior, Rinter, Muse, Diarmad, Gwydion, Nicolai, Zahra.
Roleplay Log 12.
Jezebel. (QUEST RESPONSE)
Roleplay Log 13.
Jezebel, Nicolai, Rinter, Muse, Hughe.
Roleplay Log 15.
EVERYONE!
Roleplay Log 16.
Jezebel, Rinter, Faharae, Cornelius, Arisia.
Roleplay Log 17.
Jezebel, Rinter, Selior, Muse, Cornelius.♥ - ♥ - ♥
Quest Logs Act One-Two Quest for Jezebel. Quest Time! | Act Two~
Ya'know, our Jez has been through alot in such a short amount of time. She's been playing the part nearly perfect so far .. but she won't have to act much longer.
Her changes have started. Like a maternal instinct to clean house before the baby comes home, Jez may go a little crazy soon. All those little self-loathing voices in her are turning up the volume, and those drug addict side-affects will be kicking in shortly.
Have Jez take a long, deep night's sleep in her room. Memories often return to an Inspired in the initial form of a dream as a scene in their life, or even a scene from the actual play. Have her witness a scene from her own play and awake with an overwhelming abundance of new memories and self awareness; and the urge to 'fix' everything about her so that she is a step closer to being the true Jezebel.
(( Treat this like a prompt! Rp out (as a journal entry or otherwise; but please make sure theres atleast a link in the journal) Jez's night, her dream. Describe a memory or two she has when she wakes and describe any changes she may force upon herself in an attempt to 'fix' herself. Act Two is the begining of physical changes, and the true spirit of the character.))
Quest Quest Time! (Jezebel) | Act Three~
Apparantly, there is no rest at all for Jezebel Be it beating herself up or other people doing the punching for her, there just always seems to be some sort of turmoil going on with her!
And to make things even better, that odd, almost welcomed but equally dreaded feeling of change is coming around again. It seems like only a short while ago she had progressed to Act Two, but things are moving along at a remarkable speed.
Jezebel, locked up in her room, is going to have to come out. No more sleeping, more more hiding, she has to face her demons and find resolution. How has she been doing with the medicine doses Rinter prescribed? Has she been holding to her sobriety or failing miserably? Eating right?
And what about the Faun?
He has become real now, even more so than he was before. Just as she now feels complete, so does her background aswell as the people in it. Though it would seem they are lost to her, she will be able to tell should she search herself long enough that they are still there, somewhere. Now that Rinter has almost got world jumping nailed down, promising home to the Inspired and himself, it would seem there is an avenue by which to see him again, should she choose it. In the end, Jezebel needs to recognize more of herself before she is able to become herself.
(( Treat this like a prompt! Rp out (as a journal entry or otherwise; but please make sure theres atleast a link in the journal) Jezebel's quest. It's a personal quest just as it retains to her growth, and whether or not she turns from her old life or embraces something new will still result in growth. All she really needs to do is explore herself, explore the completion she feels and perhaps retrace some of her new memories that are now complete. There's no turning back after this, and as such, don't feel rushed to complete this quest until you are ready. Although your character art may be edited in the future should something worth editing arise, you should be particularly mindfull of your character's appearance now because it is relatively 'finalized.' If you wish it, include reference pictures and/or specific descriptions of any new physical changes or possesions you wish to be included in your character art.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 3:50 pm
  
Age: 19 years old.
Gender: Female, thank you!
Height: 5'2
Weight: 119lbs.
Eye Color//Hair Color//Skin Color: Blue//Blond//Pale
Play: 'The Naga Princess'
The play follosws a young girl in the beginning, in an orphanage as she is "chosen" by an older woman, a priestess, to be the Princess of the snake god, Naga. Adda is taken to the temple, and raised there. As time passes, in the play snips are shown of Adda growing into a petite young girl. They feed her snake milk through the whole process, in hopes that she, unlike other previous hopeful Princesses, will adapt a snake's habits to further reflect Naga, the snake God.
Luckily, she does, and slowly as she goes through puberty, she adapts skin that is scalelike in appearance and texture. Her senses of height and taste grow sharper, and her sense of smell turns into taste as well. (It's a condition known as Synthesism, or some such thing. Where you can taste something and smell it through taste.) Her eyes change to a brilliant green, with the familiar snake-slit through them. Her nose shrinks, but still remains, and she herself grows taller and 'longer', with gracefulness gifted to serpents.
The plot follows a grown Adda in Act Two, as she begins to fall in love with the temple priest, Molbest. The priest is sworn only to Naga, however. It also follows his rejection of Adda as well, for he favors the Naga Priestess, Tikepi, who also raised Adda. Adda finds out that the priest favors her maternal figure over her, and in a fit of young-adult angst, she flees the temple to go on her own.
The search for Adda is relentless, however, because if she is not bled to Naga at the Festival of Serpents, she will not have another chance to be Naga's chosen Princess.
Act Three opens with Molbest finding Adda, only one month from the festival. He swears to love her, and deny Tibeki, so long as she will return. But Adda, wise thanks to her time away from the temple and opportunity to grow smart on her own, refuses to come back under those terms. She promises to return, but not for his love. Instead, she promises to return to fulfill her duties as the hopeful Princess of Naga.
The play closes this way, with Tibeki and Molbest serving not only Naga, but Adda. It actually closes at the Snake Festival, where the Great God Naga comes and accepts her blood as his own, making her a true princess of Naga.
Personality:
Likes...
Dislikes...
Theme Song...♥ - ♥ - ♥
The Others Selior.
Adda doesn't LIKE Selior. He's MEAN to her, and also to Pygmy.
Nicolai.
Adda's first "friend", she rather likes Nicolai. He's a little dramatic, though...
Jezebel.
Adda met Jezebel at random, when she was sick, and... sorta adopted Jezebel. Because SOMEONE has to take care of the girl, if she won't take care of herself.
Rinter.
Not as bad as Jezzy makes him seem. But Rinter CAN be an annoying little dweeb. Adda thinks he isn't so bad, but he's awful defensive.♥ - ♥ - ♥
Possessions None, yet!
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:35 pm
♥ - ♥ - ♥
Roleplay Logs Roleplay Log o5.
Adda, Nicolai, and Selior.
Roleplay Log o8.
Jezebel and Adda.
Roleplay Log o9.
Jezebel, Adda, Selior, Rinter, and Cornelius.
Roleplay Log 10.
Adda, Jezebel, Selior, Muse, Rinter, Nicolai, Zahra, Diarmad, and Gwydion.
Roleplay Log 11.
Adda and Pygmy. (QUEST RESPONSE)♥ - ♥ - ♥
Quest Logs Selior Quest Time! (Adda) | Act Two~
Adda's been getting around.. majorly thanks to Jezebel. No, we don't mean like that!
She certainly isn't much like how she was ment to be, but thats going to be fixed soon. Her changes have begun and sadly enough for her, it won't go as smoothly as it did with Jezebel. No pretty dreams and waking up to new changes, she's gonna have to fight through it this time.
Have Adda take a trip out into the forests near the mansion alone. (with pygmy!) Once in the woods, far away from the mansion, and after a decent amount of time to meditate.. she's going to become somewhat dellusional. The characters of her past, her 'real world' are going to come alive if only for a short while. Will she see the man she loved again, feel trapped or denied or hopeless? Anything can happen, but there will certainly be some sort of struggle if only within herself.
Have her fight her way out of the woods and finally return home. Once it is done, she will feel more complete.. and a most dramatic change will overtake her.
(( Treat this like a prompt! Rp out (as a journal entry or otherwise; but please make sure theres atleast a link in the journal) Adda's trip into the woods. Whatever you feel would fit in her storyline, you have all tools of illusion and dementia at your disposal as during this time anything can happen to an Inspired and their feelings or mental stability. Be sure to note anything that may occur to her physically, and even pygmy! Act Two is the begining of physical changes, and the true spirit of the character. If you wish it, include reference pictures or specific descriptions of any new physical changes or possesions you wish to be included in your character art.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:48 pm
Artwork is copyrighted to Mechanical Bird, the awesome woman that she iz. Omg. So sessay.
Concept for Jezebel and Adda are copyrighted to me, Adona Benedicta OR Kimberly Bundy. (Gaia username, Real Name respectively.)
The banners, inspired by banners made by MB, were actually made by me. Adona Benedicta//Kimberly Bundy.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:51 pm
Roleplay Log o1.
Contains: Jezebel, Arisia, Selior, Rinter, and Nicolai.
Purpose: To release Jezebel from her mask.
Length: 11 Posts.Release those babies, baby! It was late that night and Selior had been up to some trouble. With an impish grin on his face, the boy sat crosslegged in the middle of the stage with a bunch of masks in his lap. He muddled through the masks, picking up some and examining them.. throwing a particularly ugly one over his back with a snort.
The projectile landed smack in the middle of Rinter's face, as luck would have it! Rinter, who had grumpily accompanied Selior into the stage room, sneered at the mask as it fell to the floor at his feet. "Ew... that's disgusting. Oh, eww, it's molding.." He muttered, stepping on the mask and in affect crushing the poor thing to utter obliteration.
"Shut up." Selior snapped, grumpily pushing half the masks off his lap, sending them scattering to the floor. "All of them look as boring as yours did, Rinter... we need something exciting to happen. Or someone, should I say?" The werewolf was about to stand until one mask happened to catch his eye. Yes, in one of those cliche zoom in moments in a movie, Selior carefully picked up a small, very simple black mask with a curling section under the eye. "Cross your gadgets, Rinter."
"Rinter!" A loud voice rang out as a blindingly colorfully clothed young woman wandered onto the stage happily, waving wildly at the poor guy, "Hi, Selior." She greeted the second man much more calmly as she went to take a seat next to Rinter, "What are you two up to?" She asked curiously, eyeing the mask Selior had in his hands closely.
She had been followed by a young man who was walking a great deal slower than her. He silently greeted them all with a single, painfully slow nod as he continued to approach...slowly.
Turning his face slightly, Selior moaned something incomprehendabe under his breath about the woman who had just waltzed in. "Just watch." He growled, clearing some soot off the white pedestal in the center of the stage.
Rinter stared at Arisia blankly, his blue eye twitching some as she sat next to her. Taking a single, very wide step to the side, he repeated his prior 'eww' with another. "You know the rules Arisia. Five feet." He coughed out, shaking his head quickly.
Selior smirked, and slowly lowered the mask to the pedestal. As it sat simply on the surface he took a step back, watching it closely.
Nothing happened.
"It's a dead one." Rinter muttered, scoffing. "Idiot." He added.
About to say something in his defense, the pedestal and mask suddenly came to life. The pedestal began to shake violently, the mask ricketing from side to side until eventually it was thrown off the pedestal and fell to the ground.
And as it hit the ground, it dissapeared, and in the blink of an eye, a woman was standing where the mask fell with the mask upon her face.
Jezebel stumbled slightly at the very suddenness of ground beneath her feet. She straightened after a moment, gaining her bearings, and looked around, her dark eyes growing wide. Where was she? She bit into her lip, and her eyes landed on Selior, being the closest to her.
Carefully, she took a deep breath, afraid of doing so in case something weird happened. Like, she couldn't breathe, perhaps? But it wasn't the case. After her deep, and only-slightly-calming breath, she spoke in a soft and deep voice.
"Who are you." It wasn't entirely a question, though it had meant to be one. Could you blame the girl, though? She was just dropped into a room with strange-looking strangers, and she had no idea where anyone she knew was. "Where am I?" That was a question, that time, and she looked around again uneasily.
This place appeared strange, and she reached up quietly, touching her cheek to make sure she wasn't horribly disfigured or different in any way. Her cheek felt smooth enough... And then her fingertips brushed a mask. She frowned, and felt along the edge quietly, then let her hand drop.
Instinctively, she drew her cigarette to her mouth and took a long drag off of it, letting it out after a minute. "Well?" Be cool, Jez. You'll be fine! She hoped.
Arisia, who liked Selior, actually listned to him and quieted down, waiting rather patiently considering who she was. She eventually 'had' to speak, "Shut up, MIP." Arisia snapped at Rinter, though still managing to sound overly cheery, "There is no rule." She moved closer to Rinter again, turning her attention back to the mask. When it transformed her purple eyes widened and sparkled with curiousity as she watched it seemingly transformed into a woman. Her jaw dropped slightly and a wide grin formed, "Hi!" Waving at her she turned her head off to the side, "I'm Arisia! Selior, tell her where she is."
The quiet man seemed confused when the mask suddenly became the woman. Frowning, he took a few steps forward and formally bowed his head as a greeting, eventually going into a full 'princley' bow, "Welcome."
Selior blinked a few times, looking far less surprised than the rest of the lot. After all, he had been the one to 'waken' most of the others in the first place.. only this time he seemed somewhat relieved compared to the dire dissapointment Rinter and Arisia provided.
He crossed his arms somewhat impressed with his own mask picking ability.
"Shut up, Arisia." He started, "And.. uh.. yeah. Welcome.. welcome to the 'real world.' Tell me, where are you from? You aren't from, say, a 'space' ship or anything?" He began, his eyes squinting hard as he examined the woman.
Rinter, meanwhile, had begun walking quite briskly away from Arisia - eventually ducking into an audience chair and pulling the arm rests down around him as if to barricade himself. "You musn't be so vauge, Selior.. you know how confusing it is. You are a fathom of someone's imagination, girl." He muttered, crossing his arms annoyedly.
Jezebel stepped back from Arisia, blinking at the girl's enthusiasm at meeting her. She couldn't help but force herself to quirk a small smile, and nodded to her. "I'm Jezebel. It's nice t'meet'cha, Arisia." Jezebel greeted carefully, testing the name on her tongue when she said it. It was an odd name, no doubt. She must have odd parents.
Her eyes fell on the quiet man who had bowed at her, and she couldn't help but giggle a little. "Aren't you a proper gentleman." She said, bemused. She looked over at Selior, who seemed a bit meaner than the other two. Weird they were, this man gave off a vibe of mean. Maybe cruel.
"A space ship?" Her eyebrow quirked, and she smirked a little, amused. "I'm not from a space ship." She promised. "I'm a regular old fashioned diva." She promised, smirking a little. Then she heard what Rinter said, and her frown returned.
"Someone's imagination..." She repeated, looking over. "You've gotta be kiddin' me." She took another drag from the cigarette, nerves coming back full-forced.
Arisia seemed to be ignoring Selior now, finding that he was far too mean for her liking at the moment! Jezebel, however, seemed quite nice, and she was wearing red. Although dark, it wasn't some boring color it was rather flashy. "And what's wrong with spaceships?" Arisia questioned in a rather 'pfft' type tone. "Well, other than the fact the one Rinter comes from is...well...MIP is from there." She looked over her shoulder at Rinter a moment and shook her head, "You should see the captain though!" Getting a dreamy look in her eyes she quieted down as she seemed to be remembering various things from 'home.'
"I...suppose." Taking rather long pauses in between the two words, he let out a sigh as he looked at the floor, almost seeming embarrassed that the other two 'gentlemen' hadn't done the same. Blinking twice, he gazed at Rinter blankly when he was 'explaining' where she was from, "Please, could you...speak...normally? Perhaps you are overwhelming..." He trailed off, trying to think of the woman's name, even though she had just told them.
Selior blinked a few times and dropped his hands to his sides. "Well then, perhaps you won't be a complete disaster. I'll let Rinter explain it, it's the only thing he gets out of life....I, by the way, am Selior. And this is my mansion..." He trailed off and then shrugged one shoulder, "We need to stay together, I guess. So you can find a room here and stay for awhile, if you want." He said, speaking much slower than he had been before. He glanced at Nicolai a moment and squinted his eyes again before shaking his head sadly, "Pathetic.."
Rinter fell into some sort of coughing fest as Arisia started talking about home. "The capti- what?!" He came to his feet in a very 'I object!' motion before his face grew very red and he sunk very slowly back to his seat. He began nervously tapping his temple with one finger. "You are, as far as I can tell, an .. a character in a play, brought to some sort of 'life.' Don't take my word for it, though.. I don't really think we are alive..." He glared at Arisia, "This is more obvious in some of us.."
Arisia was, indeed, a very weird girl. That was what Jezebel decided, anyway. She took another small drag off of the cigarette, and stared at Arisia. Then she looked over at Nicolai. "It's Jezebel, sweetheart." She winked at him, in spite of the situation. Didn't hurt to be friendly! But this talk about space ships and captains and... Well. That was crazy.
She returned her gaze to Selior, dark eyes half-closing as she eyed him. He owned a mansion? Well well. Bad. Bad Jeze. Pay attention. She vaguely caught the name, Selior, and offered a cool smile. "Thank you." She offered in response to his 'permission' to stay at the mansion. In all honesty, she wouldn't have left anyway. She didn't even know about this world, how long could she POSSIBLY last? She looked over at Rinter, and at his explanation...
Well. She felt a little faint.
"I think I ought t'find a room." She said after a minute of absolute silence. "Because... I think I feel faint." She said quietly, staring at Selior quietly. Then she looked over at Arisia. "Y'mind?" She trusted the enthusiastic one more to not get her lost.
"Don'g get so jealous, MIP." Arisia sighed at Rinter as she flipped part of her bangs out of her eyes, "Honestly, sometimes..." She turned around a bit as she looked at everyone else in the room, narrowing her eyes at Rinter at his last comment.
Nicolai looked as though he couldn't bring himself to smile back at her and nodded, repeating the name by mouthing it.
"Oh, sure!" She chirped, "I'm sure there's a room that will fit your style. There seems to be some for every era!" With that, she began heading toward the door to help her new 'friend' find a room.
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