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 Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 3:14 pm
(Do you like my new look? Or should I change back? Or get a shirt? Send me money to buy a matching shirt!)
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2005 1:21 pm
His new pants resembled those that a prisoner would wear in a movie with the black and white stripes. Perhaps it's a clue to what he's hiding behind that mask. Maybe when he gets tired of the pants he will loan them to Muse_Calix to go with his ball and chain. And to give him some clothes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 3:57 pm
His blue hair accented his eyes, and he wore plain clothes. A blue shirt with pants and a pair of shoes. That's it. Nothing too fancy. His eyes showed kindness and he looked like a fun-loving guy. In my opinion at least...
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 5:14 pm
Her cat plushie appeared to be chomping up her arm. Apparently, she should bring it to the vet to have it checked up for mental problems. Otherwise, the lady also wears a mask, and goth/punkish girl's clothes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 4:09 am
She could have looked like a mythical creature, a soft glowing crescent was situated atop her black batman style mask; her eyes masked by a black of midnight secrecy, replaced by two simple menacing white eyeholes.
Black clouds billow from her shoulders in the form of a cape, accompanied by light azure jeans and a white vertical striped azure shirt.
A bewildered plushie kitten hung by its tail in her pale hands, tight black gloves leaving only a small amount of skin to show.
A long cat tail rolls out behind her, a guitar's stem poking out from behind her shoulder.
Along with two sets of gold bracelet/anklets with a small puff of white, she holds a Staff on the Angels regally, giving an air of authority.
Finally, a small, curved, bird's beak poked through at her mouth, completing the look as though she were some kind of assorted Griffyn.
Who knew what emotions she held behind her mask of eternity?
Perhaps, dare I say, mysterious, without the common word losing its meaning?
She certainly knew something; but fate would decide who must know.
((ack... that was rather long xD))
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 6:28 am
She held a cat, like a small child. Her fox tail went well with the leaves entwined around her head. Her dark cape gave a quirky resence to this kid. She was a child playing dress-up.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 1:21 am
He seemed to have leapt out of a comic book; his clothes the simple traits of perhaps one of the villains?
But he seemed tender, somehow forgiving, though his eyes showed no emotion.
It was as though he was a blank canvas, waiting to be painted with emotion.
But would he ever be painted?
Or would he stand before us all, and show that emotion played no part in the wild game of cops and robbers...
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 4:22 am
It appeared red was her theme. Everthing was a soft faded scarlet, everything that is except her hat, which glared blue, like a lighthouse beacon. Well, true the cat doing acrobatic tricks on her arm was white, and her pitchfork, shoes, and sunglasses were black, but these were accesories nothing more. Adorments to distract. Her hair was red, of course, and flipped, giving off a sense of happiness. Her shirt and skirt, were not meant to hide her tanned skin, but it just seemed to fit her. She was not one to be held back by society's feelings of deceny. She was one who loved her body, and seemed as though she wanted others to love it too. Red and white stocking clung to her long legs, held in place by simple black shoes. They clung tightly to those legs that I knew would haunt me in my dreams later. To top it off she had red fox ears, and a tail to boot. Everything about her screamed happiness and love in one's body. She was ruby joy, and she didn't notice me...
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 5:00 am
A mop of hair covered her head, which was purple, very purpley. One often wonders what the person's original hair color is when it is purple. This arouses suspicion. Her eyes were covered by her thick glasses. Thick glasses are often a part of some disguise. This arouses enough suspicion. But that she is reading The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot so freely like that, will cause every one to know and suspect that this woman is in disguise.
Summer is
Over and gone.
Summer is dying.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 12:12 pm
He seemed to be despairingly like so many others of the fast approaching return of school. His sadness seemed to be taking a bit of a more outward expression, though. He was covered completely in depressing black.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 5:50 pm
He had his books with him and was obviously ready for school. He looked bored though...yet he was curious...At least...that's the impression he gave off...
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 4:17 pm
It seemed like she was in a hurry. Her clothes appeared to be askew and she had failled to notice that a cat had climbed onto her head.
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Parari~Flight~ Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 7:19 pm
I couldn't believe that he was going to display his freedom during the school year. Of course, I'd always known that Daykurfin usually never changed his clothes as a bold symbol, but to do so during the school year made me speechless. But then as I gazed around the guild's coffee house, I realized that being so blatant was part of being a writer. Writing what you believed in and what you were interested in, and especially what you know about, was what it was all about. Why couldn't it be the same with how we thought and acted? I took a page from Daykurfin's book (both literally and figuratively) and wrote upon it a small poem to remind me throughout the school year what Daykurfin embodied every single day.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 1:21 am
A new look. She still looked sweet but now Parari~Flight~ had an edge. Her doll ears were still there though instead of looking sweet and innocent they now looked rebellious compared to the rest of her clothes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 6:19 am
She was forgotten. Her disguise was bold, as bold as a scared little puppy, if that puppy was 20 feet tall, weighed 200 pounds, and ate small children. Her hair was tidy, as tidy as a matchbox, assuming that someone had gotten all of the matches out and strewn them all over the floor. In short: I didn't realize this was a sad occasion.
(!)
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