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 Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 6:38 pm
What's This? A delivery of shiny Present Boxes?
Happy Holidays!
The gifts have opened! Inside you find: A message comes with the gift:So you can see how wonderful you are.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 3:43 am
  The nightmare came out of the mist of his mind when he was on the verge of awakening, the boy could feel, taste, think and act, the moment was perfectly real in the depth of his psyche. A very real terror.
He stood on a stage in the middle of an old fashioned theater with a long red velvet curtain, a tall wooden-plank stage, gray with age. And all of the actors, all without faces, and voices that were nondescript. He was new to their world, yet somehow was like the lead, using improvisation, comedy of all things, wanting to make everyone in the theater laugh.
There was one person in the crowd, someone he would have given everything to see smile, let alone laugh, one person that he could start to love. Set apart from the others on the stage this person was concealed in the shadows of the auditorium. Not an actor though, he was beautiful, with long braided hair and an athletic physique, slightly feminine yet still male.
The play had many acts, one after another, and he didn’t feel at all embarrassed by the ludicrous motions and lines. Then something happened, and the scene changed. He was standing in a large forest picking flowers. It seemed almost like a scene from Snow White.
Then the Lightning flashed and he could feel the wind biting against his skin it was a swift change and instinctively he cowered as low as he could pressing his back against a large boulder in the field. In the flicker of the lightning, he saw the shadow of the grim reaper, it was the same silhouette as before, long braided hair and physique. It seemed that the figure had his scythe drawn back as if to attack.
Jolted out of a sound sleep, the stark white sheet wrapped and tangled around him, his hair loose and blinding, covered his face like a blanket of auburn silk, suffocating. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on his skin as he tripped and staggered out of bed. His warm body hit the shocking chill of the fine walnut floor, and he drew a shocked breath.
Wearing just his loose red pajama pants Allureyan shivered, and threw himself into clothes only able to think with terror of what might be in the shadows. Lean golden skin vanished beneath layers of fine fabric. He felt ill-at-ease and at odds with his environment, there was a strange lack of familiarity that lingered at the shadowed edges of his periferal vision, and he dreaded that his dream world might haunt him the rest of the day. Worst of all, the possibility that it hadn’t been just a dream.************ Later February 6th, 2007
Posted in the shop to RP- Event
Began Page 589... Posted Page 593
Professor Tryna
"Eros's Arrow - Love PotionTrivii` Racing down the corridor bits of lean golden thigh flashing from under his red tunic, long auburn braid beating against his back with every step, he focused in on his target.. The class room. Having missed the period entirely Allureyan, pushed into the room and blinked his garnet colored eyes. Empty.
Collapsing in a near by chair he produced a sheet of paper on which he had written carefully in curving writing penmanship...
Eros, the Greek god of love and sexual desire (the word eros, which is found in the Iliad by Homer, is a common noun meaning sexual desire). He was also worshiped as a fertility god, believed to be a contemporary of the primeval Chaos, which makes Eros one of the oldest gods. In the Dionysian Mysteries Eros is referred to as "protagonus", the first born. But there are many variations to whom the parents of Eros really where. According to Aristophanes (Birds) he was born from Erebus and Nyx (Night); in later mythology Eros is the offspring of Aphrodite and Ares. Yet in the Theogony, the epic poem written by Hesiod, it mentions a typified Eros as being an attendant of Aphrodite, but not her son. Another legend says that he was the son of Iris and Zephyrus (The Earth and The West Wind).
From the early legend of Eros it is said that he was responsible for the embraces of Uranus (Heaven or Sky) and Gaia (Earth), and from their union were born many offspring. It was also written that Eros hatched our race and made it appear first into the light (Birds, by Aristophanes). Although one of the oldest gods, he was a latecomer to Greek religion. He was worshiped in many regions of Greece, at Thespiae there was an ancient fertility cult, and in Athens he and Aphrodite had a joint cult. Also in Athens the fourth day of every month was sacred to Eros. Sometimes Eros was worshiped by the name Erotes (which is the plural of Eros); this personified all the attractions that evoked love and desire, this included heterosexual and homosexual allurements. Anteros (the Returner of Love also known as the god of Mutual Love) was the brother of Eros, which comes from the version of which Aphrodite and Ares are said to be the mother and father of Eros.
The Romans borrowed Eros from the Greeks and named him Cupid (Latin cupido meaning desire). Eros has been depicted in art in many ways. The Romans regarded him as a symbol of life after death and decorated sarcophagi with his image. The Greeks regarded him as most beautiful and handsome, the most loved and the most loving. They placed statues of him in gymnasiums (as most athletes were thought to be beautiful). He was depicted on every form of utensil, from drinking vessels to oil flasks, usually showing him ready to fire an arrow into the heart of an unsuspecting victim.
Shoving the paper away he drummed his fingers on the desk, if not for his recent nightmares, he may not have fallen a sleep at the table in the Library. He stood impatiently and walked from the room, reticent and leaving the essay on Eros lying there to be found by Tyrna whenever it was she came back.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 4:43 pm
Lus
arrow Editor
~Checks all Official Thread Information Posts~
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Requirements: Stage Zero+. An extensive knowledge of grammar, Literature, spelling is a must. Good eye for typos and errors desired. Looking for efficient, helpful individual.
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Wage: 1 Lune per typo found, including broken tags or links. 1 additional Sol for every thread cleaned up.
After careful review of yer application for th' Editor's apprenticeship, I have decided that yer perfect fer th' position.
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Should ya decide that ya'd rather relinquish th' position at that time, or any time before hand, please make a post in th' ABB and repost th' position as shown above.
Until then yer responsible for th' tasks outlined above, n are entitled t' th' wage provided.
If ya have any Questions, ask myself or Dameron fer assistance.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 5:01 am
Reserved for Free Period RP Part 1
&
RP Free Period Part 2
Later that Day over MSN with Belwen
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 5:04 am
The Sanguine lovingly organized his copious notes on various subjects from those taken in class, to personal interest. Arranging them in neat stacks and then depositing them in portfolios.
Homework always came first.
That was the rule. Always. No matter what. It didn’t matter how desperate or needy or utterly overwhelmed by tension he might feel, the homework. Came. First.
Sometimes though, it was close. Allureyan would be trying to finish the last pages of an assignment while other thoughts tickled at the back of his mind like a playful kitten demanding attention.
The end result couldn't show any of that distraction. The project had to be perfect. Shifting his garnet colored eyes over to the book bag he had just prepped for class... his mind shifted, he could spare a few minutes......
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 1:03 am
Allure dashed down notes off on a separate piece of paper subjects from Tamerind's History Class (White District) that he felt weren't covered sufficiently and he wanted to research.
* World War 4
* Plastique
* Pollution((TBC))
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 2:20 pm
Allure stared at the blank page of his journal, he had been putting off writing for just shy of a month. His thoughts were in a turmoil, and like most children, when he didn't want to do something it just got harder and harder to do it. The joys of responsibility.
He closed his journal and looked out the window, the first sunny day after a treacherous winter. Sitting at his desk looking out at all the glorious sun kissed courtyard and trying to write about himself in a deep and meaningful way was not happening. Allureyan felt as though he should be doing schoolwork, only he didn't have any to do.
Sliding his journal back and forth across the ink blotter on his desk wasn't helping matters.
His head jerked up as the bell tolled, he finally made a decision and scooped up his journal, a steel pen and accompanying inkwell before bolting out the door, laughing as his hair slapped mercilessly against his back. He bolted down the corridor pushing out into the beautiful vibrant courtyard. He made a beeline for his favorite place.
Not exactly the normal place where one might look for a boy, but he liked the little hillside with its beautiful little fast blooming crocus. Fragrant with the scents of spring. Allure sprawled on the ground arranging his pencils, pen and journal in front of himself; he opened the journal slowly flipping though to the first blank page. Feeling the parchment and enjoying the scent as it mingled with the cool spring air.
He carefully lifted his steel pen and dipped it in the inkwell, blotting the excess on a bit of scrap paper he began...
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 2:46 pm
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