Riku
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Post by Riku on Aug 9, 2006 11:49:52 GMT -5
Riku passed a wobbly girl on his way up to get some fresh air. she steped aside as she walked down and shook his head as he watched her pass, this opera was full of strange people. Riku continued up the stairs, but paused at the top when he saw other people there, a guy and a girl.
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Post by Shadi on Aug 9, 2006 15:27:40 GMT -5
*Shadi, having found another entrance to the roof, slinks through the dark night after Riku, to see what the large gruff man and the girl are talking about...*
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Post by Alandra on Aug 10, 2006 3:16:30 GMT -5
*Alandra get up and leaned against the wall.*
"Don't worry, I'm really alright. Ehm, I'm Alandra".
*She extended a hand and looked into the mans eyes, feeling a strange sensation in her belly.*
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Riku
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Post by Riku on Aug 10, 2006 9:05:19 GMT -5
Riku heard Shadi behind him, and moved out of the way so she could see around him.
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Logan
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Post by Logan on Aug 10, 2006 13:13:33 GMT -5
*Logan carelessly took Alandra's hand and pulled her to her feet.* "Easy enough to take a fall up here," *he said, for lack of anything else to remark on.*
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Post by Alandra on Aug 11, 2006 3:19:22 GMT -5
*Alandra tried to hide the effect his touch had on her and glanced at the city.*
"Yeah, people tend to fall of the roof, two girls did so, recently.".
*Alandra realized she was still holding Logan's hand and let go.*
"So, have you seen the rest of the Opera? It's really pretty here, lots of statues and paintings and stuff."
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Logan
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Post by Logan on Aug 11, 2006 11:14:17 GMT -5
"I'm not here to look at pretty things," *mumbles Logan, casting his gaze out over the city, almost idly.*
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Riku
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Post by Riku on Aug 11, 2006 11:20:36 GMT -5
Riku smirked slightly at logan from the doorway, he had never met the man, but he was already starting to like him.
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Post by Alandra on Aug 11, 2006 13:22:32 GMT -5
"Oh, then, might I ask why you are here? I mean, you don't look like you work here, so?." *Alandra tried to hide the fact that this man made her a bit nervous.*
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Post by Shadi on Aug 14, 2006 9:29:45 GMT -5
*Shadi watched the man with round eyes. He was so... commanding.
She really hoped he was her father.*
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Post by Sorelli on Apr 16, 2008 21:16:18 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
*Once she'd reached the opera house after leaving the art gallery, Sorelli had at first thought to aim for her dressing room. But, feeling strangely as though the walls were too close, she began to wander. Soon, she found herself wandering up...and up...until she realized where she'd gotten to.
She opened the door at the top of the stairs, letting in the fresh air of outside and the moonlight. Feeling much better already, she shut the door behind her and wandered out onto the roof, roaming about a moment before finding a spot near the edge and sitting down beside it.
She gazed out at the city, at first mind cleared of all her concerns. But all too-soon, everything began to crowd in, and unnoticed tears rolled down her cheeks*
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Post by Sorelli on Apr 21, 2008 19:44:38 GMT -5
*After a moment, she began to sing*
Look at me and tell me who I am, why I am, what I am. Call me a fool and it's true I am, I don't know who I am.
It's such a shame, I'm such a sham. No one knows who I am.
Once there were sweet possibilities I can see--just for me Now all my dreams are just memories Fated never to be
Time's not a friend, hurrying by. I wonder who am I?
Am I the face of the future? Am I the face of the past? Am I the one who must finish last?
Look at me and tell me who I am, why I am, what I am. Will I survive - who will give a damn if no one knows who I am?
Nobody knows, not even you, no one knows who I am ...
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Post by Philippe on Apr 22, 2008 16:32:49 GMT -5
*It had been a struggle to climb the steps but he had heard that Sorelli was up there. He needed to talk to her. As he reached the top he heard singing, her.*
"I always said you were wasted in dance."
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Post by Sorelli on Apr 22, 2008 18:05:49 GMT -5
*She jumped a little in surprise before turning toward the voice.
Philippe.
He seemed ill, though from what was beyond her*
"I...well...when I couldn't dance, I tried my hand at voice lessons." She said softly.
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Post by Philippe on Apr 23, 2008 1:09:35 GMT -5
"Mmm."
*Philippe rested against a statue, looking out to the city. His reaction to the journey only showed the importance of it.*
"Are you well?"
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