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 Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 6:26 pm
Unwritten Lyrics
A beautiful violin filled melody drifted through the black haired Irishman's mind as his left hand's sun-kissed fingers danced the dramatic timing to the beat. With his right hand, he tapped his pencil lightly against the blank paper he had been staring at for hours. As the melody in his head hit a crescendo where a haunting cello rhythm made its entrance, a despairing sigh escaped from his soft lips. The pencil's lead made a loud snap as he tapped too hard and the melody came to a crashing halt.
With a snarl encroaching his usually pleasant face, his pencil and notepad took a flying leap to the wall on the opposite side of his room. His kerry blue eyes glittered with frustration and anguish, while he thrust himself off his bed to retrieve his notepad. Bending over to retrieve the rumpled pages and broken pencil, he sighed as he gazed forlornly at the empty pages.
"These white pages remind o' me own life these past months. Empty. Blank. Rumpled bits o' nothin' left."
With a sorrowful ear, the poor Irishman strove to listen to that melody once again, hoping it might strike some inspiration. A sad smile lit his lips as he realized the song was gone, and the lyrics would likely never come.
"Like it or not, I'm dried up. Haven't had a drop o' good liquor in months. Haven't seen a pretty girl in just as long!"
Dropping the rumpled papers and snapped pencil to his desk, Shane took a glance at the picture of Ireland he kept up on his wall. He shook his head as he wondered why he event kept it there. It brought back a lot of unwanted memories -- though some were good. There always were a few good in with the bad.
Dropping back to his bed in a sullen manner, he clasped his face in his hands and wondered just how the girls were doing. "I haven't seen Moira's pretty face in too long. I wonder if she's forgotten about me?"
Glancing up at his door, he wondered how long it had been since anyone had burst through it. How long it had been since he watched the crazy singing and dancing of that girl, Estrelas. Tilting his head in a curious manner, he found his thoughts kept wandering back to his acquaintance Eponine. He hadn't heard of her in a long time, though he'd been locked away in his room trying to write his and hide from the Halloween event.
He hadn't been able to face the girls after hiding from that. He just hadn't wanted to return to his homeland and the quickest way to avoid that, was to avoid the girls. It made him feel a bit less of a man, to have closeted himself away like that, but at the same time, he felt a bit of relief.
They'd have worried and bothered him until he'd agreed to go, just to keep them from being sad. He just wasn't ready to go back yet, that was all.
Nodding to himself, he stood up and crossed the short distance to his desk. Finding a nub of a pencil, he deftly jotted down a few lines before smiling softly to himself.
Maybe that song of his would just get written, after all. But it would do so after he made a visit to the kitchen, to see what the cooks were about sending him dry food and no liquor all this time.
...And maybe he'd just swing by to see the girls if he could, while he was out.
The thought of their pretty faces made his step lively and jaunty as his cocky smirk melted across his face.
As he shut his door, the paper fell to the floor to reveal the little bit he'd written. One could imagine its sorrowful tune as they read the lightly written words,
"I face my sorrows from the bottom of a glass, watching the drops fall down in a mocking rain
There is no comfort in the drinks of the land, nor the women though a woman may all be the same
I long for my home, my people, my pride, and though I can never return
The joy of it all is a memory, such as I could never forget"
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 6:27 pm
Life in the Slow Lane
Ah, but I miss the days when headquarters was buzzing with people. The laughter, food, and lasses enough to make a man forget the lesser parts of life. But alas, since nigh on Halloween I've done naught but wallow in self pity locked up in my room. Barely leaving long enough to harass the ladies in the kitchen for their poor idea of home cooking. The thought of going to my homeland at such a time was, in all honesty, absolutely depressing. 'Twas not something I was prepared to think of or deal with, and so I opted to hide away from everyone. I'm not even sure if anyone came to look for me - I took to my room and answered the door for no one. Much of my time was spent sleeping or making pitiful attempts at lyrics for a song or two. Nothing productive or even remotely interesting.
I miss the days when I could go for a walk and run into two or three people, sometimes even more and have a friendly chat, or play a game of cards. I wonder what happened to those days? Things have been so mundane here, yet when I signed on, I thought I'd be living a life of adventure...instead, I'm living a life of waiting.
I wonder, whatever happened to my fellow recruits and our dreams and goals? Did we all just grow apart so quickly, or have they all moved on through the ranks and I've been stuck at "new recruit" because I've been tucked away in my room and refusing to come out because of self pity?
Well, tomorrow shall be a new day and I shall be a much better lad! Tomorrow I will go and hunt down some of my old friends and see if there's anything left to pick up and nurture back to full strength! I'm from Ireland and I don't plan on staying in the slow lane much longer at all.
Tomorrow I do something with myself, but alas, for now I am tired and it is time for bed, so I shall bid adieu to you my fair journal and turn out the light.
- Shane
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 6:27 pm
Quiet and Dusty Shane finds Moira tucked away in the library. After considerable searching, he's relieved to find her and takes a seat to get to know her once more. Quickly deciding it has been too long between visits for his tastes.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 6:29 pm
An Old Flame Re-ignited
Last night I ran into the Italian lass that I once flirted with, with abandon. We met in the library in a most unexpected answer. I can't say I didn't miss her because by the end of the talk, I found myself craving her attention and realized I'd missed her the entire time I went off on my own to hide from the world. Perhaps, the thing that I needed the most was not to go away, but to come out and play. To live life to its fullest as this woman makes me desire so...
Yet I am worried. She made hints and gave plenty of signs, but are they true? She strikes me as someone like myself - someone who flits from person to person, relationship to relationship and gives it no second thought. I feel that this could be more...but I worry she may think its just another fling. I wonder if I dare open myself to the probable pain she will cause, to permit myself to feel what I feel and to go for it? Or should I wait for a clearer sign from Moira, to see if she is truly interested or just playing me along? Ack, but who knew feelings such as this could be so truly confusing!
I want to write a song, but I don't want to write it for her. She might think me a fool for doing so, an absolutely hopeless romantic of a fool, at that. Yet I find my hand itching to write the words that describe what makes me tick and what makes me yearn for her presence in my life. What is it that draws me to her the most, I wonder? Even knowing she plays men as a fiddler his fiddle, I find myself wanting more and more...
Is it her vibrancy and have at it way of life? Or is it the way she looks at me and walks around me? Will I ever truly understand the way I feel, or shall I forever remain the dark...?
Too many thoughts for an often unused head, I'm afraid. If I continue on like this, I may just drive myself to drink - or worse, give myself a headache from thinking too hard! I think, journal, that what I need is a break. From everything.
...Or maybe what I need is some attention from the one I can't stop thinking about?
- Shane
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 6:30 pm
Old Friends, New Friends
Shane encounters a large group of people whilst walking through the gardens. Some are new, some are old. Its been too long since he last ran into those he knew before, what might remain of the old acquaintances and how much will have to be re-spun?
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 6:55 pm
Snow Lily An excursion in the garden leaves Shane running into the skittish Eponine. The two haven't really talked since Shane's disappearance and get re-acquainted with one another.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 10:09 pm
An Unexpected Meeting While going through a fast and furious workout with a punching bag, Moira sneaks up on the shirtless and perspiring Shane. What brought Moira to the training facility, and how long will this game of their's continue before one of them finally breaks?
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 6:48 pm
Midnight Rendezous Finding a note pinned to his door was surprising enough, but when Shane finds Moira waiting for him in an arranged picnic spread in the gardens...the surprise is even greater.
But how much will both their surprise be when Lokiari stumbles upon their intimate get together?
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:45 pm
Chance Meetings A new lad has joined Lotus from Russia, it seems. We had a chance meeting in the library whilst I was waitin' for a certain lass to show up. Wasn't quite who, or what, I was expecting, but I can't say that it turned out poorly for the bad luck of it all. 'Twas a nice meeting, at the least.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 6:53 pm
Aptitude Test Well, I finally got up the guts to talk Wraith into letting me test for a rank. Wish me luck! My aptitude test is to be had in the training facility odd place for it, to be sure.
Aptitude test: Passed!
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 10:30 pm
The Pleasantries of the Good Life
Life is going well for this Irishman, for once, that is. I've got the lass of my dreams and I've just been promoted here at LOTUS. I thought I'd never accomplish either of those things, but at last, I finally have.
Moira is a fine lass, an Italian fireball, but wonderful to look at and even better to spend time with. Granted, now, we've hardly had any dates - meeting up in the library and once in the gardens being the only time we've really spent together of late - but I still say she's got my heart. I haven't seen her in a week or two, though...not since that lady Lokiari interrupted our snowy garden rendezvous. Tomorrow sometime I'll have to go looking for her again. The last time I did, I ran into a Russian named Lai, who turned out to enjoy cooking and music about as much as I do. Perhaps this time I'll try the gardens, or mayhap the training facility. I know she does enjoy a workout every now and then...
Speaking of the trainin' facility, the last time I was there was to go through my aptitude test with Wraith. The man had me spar with him, and 'twas only luck that spared me that day. Had his cell phone not rang, I dare say I would not have succeeded in passing this test. I hope to continue on through the ranks here, though I'm concerned I may not make it. I've heard rumors that part of the next test is a crystal retrieval event, and that could only prove to be a dangerous task. I'm not sure if I'm ready for such a thing, so for now I will revel in my current success and the rank that has come with it.
Ah, I wonder where that Moira has run off to....I can't wait to tell her about my success!
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 10:32 pm
Notes from a Small Island A trip through the halls leads Shane to none other than the Englishman whom he'd been attempting to avoid. The entire thing turns into a newly budding friendship and a cooking lesson in the kitchens.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 10:33 pm
A Midnight Lesson After his run in with Archer, Shane heads down to the kitchens and begins to monitor when the kitchen women are there most frequently. He discovers when its best to sneak in there for a cooking lesson, and so sends a note by way of random man in the hall to Archer inviting him down to the kitchens for a bit of fun.
What will they cook up?
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 9:01 pm
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