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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 2:14 pm
Welcome to the OFFICIAL sleeping lights journal set!
This is where everyone's thoughts about their current situations go. I'll be sure to post the event then the thoughts behind it. And don't be surprised if one or two of my boys doesn't have thoughts on the subject. That just means he wasn't around the place at the time.
Zaki posts in crimson.
/inactive/Miki posts in skyblue./inactive/
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:56 pm
A small shimmer of gold danced across the surface of the pond. The sun's glitter on the outside world nearly hurt, it was so graceful. Zaki closed his eyes and willed the beauty away, trying to block out anything and everything. If only it were so simple to make it go away. Thoughts took place of vision, reality giving way to imagination. It made him nauseous, but he didn't even attempt to open his eyes.
He was dirty. Oh, completely filthy...his multi-brown fur had darkened a shade, his golden eyes framed by two horrid, dirt-dark rings that made his eyelids itchy. His usual red shirt was torn in so many places it was barely attached to his body, now turned a paler shade. His pants had transformed to tattered shorts. He was the very picture of haggardness.
Ah, but such is the result of running away. He knew that well.
The alley he'd taken residence in was in horrid condition,but it opened both ways, so that if he looked, he could see a small pool of water in the distance. He, unlike that noticeable beauty, chose to hide in the shadows, away from the rest of the world, safe in the dark.
/If I stay here, they'll find me...and since I haven't been taken in...I'll die./ He closed his eyes more forcefully, the weight of the truth stung too much. So much, in fact, he'd lost the will to cry. Instead, he bit at a claw, the gesture soothing.
No noise, just biting. His nails were too strong to break from the small pressure he was placing on them. His eyes still closed, he started a countdown to his death.
He knew fully well chances of being saved were slim to nothing, if not just nothing. Just waiting to die seemed so much more pleasant than crawling around, pitifully begging to be saved. He'd always been the type to want to die nobly, if he did so at all. Then again, since when was an alley a noble location for death?(More later, gotta go soon...)
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