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 Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:20 am
 Player:- Tartara Shinigami Name:- Dima Room:- Cosy and slightly musty, a room on North, 2nd Floor Division:- 5 Shikigami:- None
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 4:18 am
~The Shinigami~  General Information Name: Dima Nicknames: Dime Gender: Female Height: 5 foot 6 Eye Color: Golden orange Hair Color: Midnight black Age of Death: 18 Division: 5 Position: uhhh....realization! Likes: Training, having fun, laughing, flirting, listening to music, sleeping, soda. She's a classic teen Dislikes: Jerks, creepy little girls, tons of work, studying, annoying people
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 4:26 am
Origin of Death >>The girl looked sadly upon the battlefield, the place she once knew as home. For the past few months… they had been the center of attraction for their oil supply deep under the ground. The surrounding countries, greedy as they were, wanted it. And now… now the tiny town she lived in was in ruins. Her once crisp white dress was now splattered with the blood of another, the bottom hem ragged and torn as it lightly bumped against her leg<< Why… Why are we the only two left Timmy? Why did they kill ma? Did I do something bad? Why… why did this happen? We never attacked anyone…we never acted out of place… we…Tim? >>The little girl quietly looked around to her friend, seeing the boy she had grown up with bleeding on the ground. Finally her state of shock turned off, leaving her to scream alone on the hill overlooking a place no more then a death land<<
~Eight Years~
Oh no! I’m not going to make it! >>The female ran through the woods with practiced ease, her bare feet treading lightly on the ground as she ran. Her long silken black hair flowed easily on the wind as she went, leaping over rocks, spinning past trees and ducking low hanging branches. But finally, she reached her destination. It was a relatively small clearing, small, but secluded with the surrounding trees. Just as she suspected, a tall man with graying hair stood in the center<< Uh…Hi…grandfather…there…was this LONG line and-
No excuses Dima. You have to face up to your responsibilities.
Uh…y-yes…I’m sorry. >>She rummaged through the plastic bag on her arm, the packaging slightly torn from the run. Dima pulled out a container of sweet rolls<< I got these for us to split afterwards.
>>He nodded<< alright. Now set it down and lets get to business. The sun is already high and yet not of drop of sweat has been spilled.
Alright. >>She set down the sweet rolls and walked over to him, left foot smoothly sliding behind the right<< I’m coming! >>The female warned, suddenly dropping down to do a spinning kick at the older mans legs<<
>>He jumped right over the legs, and their hand-to-hand combat session finally begun<<
~three hours~
Spinning Cane! >>The man leapt forwards, slamming a leg to the side of her head<<
>>Her body immediately went the direction the leg wanted her to go, having her collapse upon the ground in a painful panting heap<<
You’re still…to slow >>He gasped, breath a bit hitched as well<<
Heh…heh…sorry grandfather… >>she popped back onto her feet<< Oh yeah, the sweet rolls! >>Dima quickly walked over to the sweet things, beaming<<
>>This…sent the old man aback a bit<< she has…so much energy…
Come on! We can sit in the shade to rest a bit. >>She was still grinning as she walked over to a tree and sat down. She straightened her dark, strapped pants, the numerous buckles and zippers gleaming slightly. The female then tugged down her tight v neck white shirt, after all, the pants only started at her hips, leaving her stomach completely free. Not exactly…the best attire for sparring. Alright…quite possibly the WORST outfit for sparring besides maybe a skin tight silk dress. But she had gone into down. And there was that dreamy counter boy who never let anyone else ring her up…<<
Dima…are you day dreaming again? >>the old man sat down<<
>>She jumped a foot up into the air<< N-No! Just…thinking a bit. Lets eat. >>she softly laughed, opening the container and handing a sweet roll to the man before hunkering down to her own. The pair silently ate together, just enjoying the scenery and each others company. But eventually, the sweet rolls were eaten and they had to walk back home. It was again, a small thing. They were not very wealthy. A simple one story house with a house in desperate need of a thatching<< Ah! That can be my apology for being late for practice. I’ll do it first thing in the morning. >>She silently giggled to herself while walking into the house<<
You should get some sleep Dima…You don’t want to be falling asleep at work tomorrow<<
Heh, I guess so. >>She smiled at him before disappearing into her room. But sure enough…that night, she dreamed. The dream was not unfamiliar, it was a dream she had dreamt of many times. It wasn’t so much as a dream as it was…a memory<<
>>A girl sat crying by the body of a young boy. A boy with just a blurry face, a boy without a name. She was alone, smoke billowing behind her telling of a harsh battle. But then…suddenly she wasn’t alone. A man was there, crouching down beside her<< Shhh…what happened? >>The girl flinched as if smacked, edging away from the man slightly in terror. He reached out and cupped her face with a hand, wiping away a tear with his thumb<< You have very pretty eyes. It’s funny, from this lightening they almost look like…a golden orange.
…Thanks…
Ah, she speaks. Tell me. What is your name?
…Dima…
Dima…dima… That means… a long and quiet rain doesn’t it? >>She slowly nodded<< Well Dima…how about you live with me for a while? I know it’s not much but- CRASH! >>The girl bolted upright, looking about. Robbers! She had to go warn grandfather! But the instant her feet touched the cold ground she doubled over coughing<< No…not now…I have to…I have to warn him… >>she forced a hand away from her mouth, revealing it coated in crimson red. Looks like I over did it a bit today. I have to…I have to… >>She stumbled into an upright position and started for the door. But her vision wavered, forcing her to take hold of the wall. This had been happening for the past few months but…she had been hoping…that it didn’t mean anything. She just wanted to be with her grandfather. She wanted to train. She wanted to take revenge on whoever took her parents life and she wanted to stay with her savior! The female doubled over again, coughing flecks of blood onto the floor. Her arms slowly went around her slender waist as she tried to stop the shaking. She was only eighteen. She was only eighteen…The girl fell onto her knees with a light groan. Why wouldn’t the world stop spinning? Why had her legs suddenly given up on her? Why was there now a ringing in her ears? The fire alarm. They were trying to burn her? No wonder the symptoms were worse now. No wonder her chest hurt so much. Dima put her forehead on the cool ground, continuing to cough. Why had she been cursed with a disease? Was this some sort of cruel joke? The girl lightly groaned one more time as she finally died, her heart finally giving out<<
Now she is just a picture, a face with a blurry name. But deep inside her still heart, the quiet rain continues on.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 6:38 pm
He looked quietly over the file, the picture of a raven haired girl with a ribbon clutching her throat stared back at him.
Slowly he replaced it back on the desk and left the room of the Secretary.
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Division Secretary Captain
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