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Division Secretary Captain
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 Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 12:06 am
 Player:- BLaCk_SeRenitiES Shinigami Name:- Corlasette Room:- Small room with a balcony on the second floor of North Wing. Division:- 4 Shikigami:- Mei Ami
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 2:58 pm
Name: Corlasette Harris
Nick Name: Sette, Corla, Sunshine
Title: The Ruby Singer
Origin: London, England
Cause of Death: Arson
Sexuality: Straight
Age at Death: 18
Birthday: October 11 ((Libra))
Gender: Female
Stage: Aura
Acquired: RP Flatsale
Likes: The Opera; Relaxing days on the beach; Reading good romance novels
Dislikes: ?
Dreams: To become a great Opera Singer
Friends: None yet...
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 3:55 pm
The Opera House was opulent to the girls eyes. The walls covered in white and gold clothe wallpaper, silky
to the touch. Lights hidden behind crystal faces, chandaliers dripping in facetted diamonds and coated with
gold. The furniture was scrolled, made of expensive hardwoods, covered in softest velvet. Burgandy
colored, green colored. Everything was fantastical, and made her stare in awe as her family ushered her
towards their box.
She acted good, pink eyes drinking in the people - dressed as rich as the House in starched tuxedo's and
flowing evening gowns, jewels sparkling from wrists, throat, ears - like a parched man would water.
The box... The red-haired girl tugged her hand away from her mother, rushing to the rail with a delighted cry.
Her mothers voice fell on deaf ears. She wanted to watch, whatever she could. The band in the basin in front
of the stage, tuning their instruments. The heavy red curtain billow and sway as the stage hands moved behind
it.
Her parents friends came as well, chuckling when they saw her. They were all ignored. All of her sense were
focused on the stage.
Time trickled by, until the lights dimmed. A smile made it's way onto her face. The show was going to start! She
arranged her gown - a affair of crisp blue taffeta that floated around her when she walked - so that she could kneel
on the floor. Head resting on her crossed hands on the rail. So excited, so nervous. Would she like the Opera? Would
her parents let her come back? When would they start?
The sound of the curtains opening was drowned out by the band. Music flowed like water in the air. Wrapped itself around
her, around her family, around every person in the building. A hypnotic trance and eager awaiting for more. The
soul, thrumming in time to the beat of the music, enraptured.
Tiny fingers gripped the gold-coated box rail tightly as the music's tempo picked up. Like water carried away sand,
wore down rock, she could feel the music take her away. A little girl forever captured by the dance of the Opera.
She lived the life of the play. Drank it in with relish. A imagination that soared, given wings by the dancers, the
singers on stage. She missed the smiles her mother and father exchanged. Tender, wreathed in adoration and
fond amusement.
Music came to a close, a lone violin piercing the air with it's cry. The girl felt like crying. She had enjoyed her
fantasy, wrought before her. Yearned to be back in it. This is what she wanted, to be in a world like that. Yet
she went with her parents, casting longing looks over her shoulder at the box they left.
"Come along, Corlasette. We can come back another day." Her Father's words soothed her. The red-headed girl
nodded and took his hand. Let them lead her away from the wondruous building.
She would do it. One day she'd be in the Opera, or rich enough to see them all the time.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 4:04 pm
She was floating.
In that great black divide between dimensions. Where the nothingness stretched on forever and forever. And she didn't care. Once upon a time she would have been scared by the fact. Unanchored with no destination she could feel.
A destination, at least, she didn't know of yet.
Something was pulling her in a direction that was neither north, south, east or west. Across that inky blackness, that blinding whiteness. What was the color of nothing, anyway?
However, wherever she was going... she hoped it would be a nice place.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 4:51 am
She had arrived at the destination.
The girl knew this when the pull stopped. Faintly, as if through a thick wall of metal, she could hear sounds. And she was safe. From what, she didn't know.
Corlasette immersed herself into the dim memories of singing voices and rich Opera Houses. She was starting to become scared, and the memories were the only things keeping her calm.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 4:13 am
A small note slipped beneath the door and fluttered onto the table.
When opened it read:-
Welcome to your new home. We hope you'll settle in soon.
-Adjutant Suki
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Division Secretary Captain
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