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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:48 pm
Her name is Alice. A reincarnation of what may have once been a powerful Sidhe of long ago, she now resides in my home and heart. Within the short time we've been together - she's become my pride and joy. So it's only natural that I should tell others of the light of my life...And that's where this journal begins. Where the tale unfolds and a life is born, until the end of our journey.
But than again...it's never the end...
So let's begin.Post 1: Index and Introduction
Post 2: Curator's Log
Post 3: Photographer's Log
Post 4: Arranging Alice
Post 5: A bit about Elizabeth
Post 6: Our story...
Post 7: History of the artifacts
Post 8: The Art of Friendship
Post 9: Things for her Parlor
Post 10: Just in case
Post 11: Just in case
Post 12: Just in case
Post 13: Just in case
Post 14: Just in Case
Post 15: Now we begin... Post 1: Pending Post 2: Pending Post 3: Pending Post 4: Pending Post 5: Pending Post 6: Pending Post 7: Pending Post 8: Pending Post 9: Pending Post 10 razz ending
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:53 pm
Photographer's Log It is very often heard,
A picture's worth a thousand words,
A thousand smiles,
A thousand souls,
A thousand faces in a row.
Haunting grins from the frame,
Sanity a fickle game,
Smile wide then out you go,
A thousand years left to show.
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Anonyms What's this? Well it seems you've somehow managed to stumble upon one of the famed vassals of 030. The owner - Shy - seems to have taken a shine to you; in so, allowing you to keep it! Lucky you ~ heart
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Elizabeth What an impatient young Fae! Shy hasn't even left yet - and already you show the colors you've grown so very fond of in the dagger. Lacking blade any more - now all that remains is the swirling torrents of opalmarine mist. We can only wonder as to what's inside...
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Shy So she was a little late. Maybe it was intentional? You'll never know with this one. The dagger has vanished completely-- but the spade mark on her chest lets Elizabeth know that it's still inside her... somewhere. Mmm... maybe it's not too wise to think about daggers inside little girls yet. Her entrance wasn't melodramatic at all. She sits there, staring at you from under a veil of raven hair and... is that mischief in her eyes? Well-- Elizabeth certainly has a handful~!
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:57 pm
Arranging Alice Full name: Alice Marrie Cross
Surname: None
Nickname: Allie
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Undetermined
Age: Appears around Eight
Stage of life: Child
Arrival: February 23
Color of skin: Silver
Hue of color: Platinum metal flake
Proper shade: Platinum
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Lower back
Hair consistency: Thick and slightly curled around the edges
Hue of color: Raven
Proper shade: Not yet known
Height: 4'0
Weight: 89 pounds
Width: 12 inches around the waist
Rhyme: My mother is furious
Reason: Because I am curious
First Word: Lady
First Sentence: Yes, Mother, it does look nice.
First Request: For a dress.
First Command: None
First Book: One fish, Two fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish
First stuffed animal: Felix
Abilities: unknown
Likes: Mostly anything edible and sweet.
Dislikes: Being touched by strangers
Fears: Heights
Hesitations: Breaking Rules
Limitations: Only her unwillingness to break free of the rules
Hopes: To learn to read on her own
Dreams: Of Cakes
Desires: That...we do not know
Friends:
Foes: None
Attractions: None
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:03 pm
History of the Artifacts You gather dust through the ages,
In your time all the rages,
Commonplace and easily found,
Little wonder does abound,
But time goes on,
The children die,
Your era ends as time does fly,
Now so special,
Now unique,
The past of others do we seek
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:04 pm
The Art of Friendship A friend is like a little pen,
A story yet to begin,
With bright black ink,
And shiny smile,
You write- you write to pass the while,
But days have come,
And days will go,
The pen aside as wear does show,
But unlike a pen worn for weather,
Friends will always be together People allowed to post in here:
Aaron Arrikanez : She is my best friend- and an awesome person. She gets to post here because of her benevolent acts of kindness and all around support. This is the one who helped me get my fae in the first place and so much more. Worship Arri! Because I SAID so.
~Alice's Accomplices~
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:05 pm
Things for her Parlor Pretty things are often cruel,
So says the fundamental rule,
Pretty daggers in a row,
Cut the skin,
I told you so,
So says the fundamental rule,
Beneath the wrist do rubies pool.
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Quote: My old doll - Ku-chan! Very sweet and a very good little girl, she keeps secrets and prayers with her so that all your dreams might come true. Some of my old wishes are still in there, and I think she may just have enough luck for a few more for Alice.
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Quote: Every little lady needs a fan. It matches the outfit I first purchased for her, so I decided I might as well throw that in as well. At least she won't be hot this summer...
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Quote: The first thing Alice ever asked me for, that wasn't an absolute must for her physical survival. She wanted it so badly - and she'd never asked for anything before - so I picked it up as a suprise present to come with a party invitation we recieved
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Quote: A small lamp to illuminate the darkness of her room, at night. It hangs near the bedside to chase away the shadowy dreams that I know will try to come for her
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Quote: A box of crayons! I pain with the professional stuff, so it isn't exactly cheap - but that doesn't mean I'm just going to refuse to let her draw to! So here it is. A box of crayons so she can be just like Mother.
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Quote: Felix the cat is soft and fat, A soft and fat cat, Imagine that! Gah! I spoil my little girl...Our giftshop came into stock of these little critters, so I secretly snuck one out just for her. I bet he'll promote mischief - just because I didn't pay for him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:11 pm
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