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Fanora was my atavian, or winged human creature. she was part of a medieval type world. but bleh don't feel like telling her story right now
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this below made mel laugh when she was helping me reason out a scene.
Quote:The other officer comes back in and settles in the abandoned chair. “I apologize for my colleague. He’s having a stressful day. Can we get you anything? Water? Cigarettes?”
“No thanks.” So they are trying the nice guy routine now. I snort mentally.
“Eh cigarettes are bad for you anyways. I’m Detective John Phillips and you are?”
“Shouldn’t you already know?”
“Well yes, but I was hoping you’d tell me yourself.”
I give an unladylike snort in reply.
Falcon
Falcon
if you came home and the
Key did not work?
That no matter what you did
that you weren't forgiven.
How long would you stare
at the closed door, hoping.
Hoping that it would magically open.
Nothing works like that in real life.
Would you scream, cry or bang on the door?
Doors close all the time they say
but no one expects it to happen.
Time to pick yourself up
and move on. All you have left
is what's on your back and your wits.
Follow the signs, it is time
to move on.
an that is a scary thing.
Sitting here looking at
the boxes in the corner,
I'm afraid.
What do I keep,
What do I change?
Is this another stage of life
or just the same thing?
looking at the things
makes me wanna scream
My teddy bear doesn't judge
but sometimes I need somebody else.
the time is ticking
and the sound is beating
at the same rate as my heart.
Can't I just go back to yesterday?
No.
Down the wormhole
across the galaxy it seems
back to where i was where everything and nothing changes.
Even going home,
I'm not sure it's even worth it.
So I journey on through the boxes heading down familiar paths
Maybe the distress will be worth it.
- Mood:
amused
You Are the Philosopher |
 You love thinking things over and developing theories. Learning is very important to you, and you pursue knowledge relentlessly. You love to talk about the things you know, often in more detail than people would like to hear. And you know a lot! You're always taking on new subjects, interests, and hobbies. You are at your best when you are left alone to ponder your newest ideas and experiments. You tend to withdraw from environments that are loud, contentious, or passionate. |
Your Gift is Imagination |
 You are constantly dreaming. You are always thinking about what could be. You love to express yourself in many ways. You have a way with words and tell vivid stories. You love to be amused. You are good entertaining yourself, and other people find you hilarious. You're the type of person who finds staying happy easy. There's always fun to be had! |
well except for the fact that i have chronic depression that's true.
Falcon
inner_paranoia gave me the letter "L" so here we go...
( to keep people from yelling that i took up too much space )
- Mood: amused
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<table width 350 align center border 0 cellspacing 0 cellpadding 2> <tr> <td bgcolor #EEEEEE > <align center> <font face Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif style color:black; font-size: 14pt; > <strong>You Are An INFP </strong> </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor #FFFFFF > <center> <img src http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/infp.gif height 100 width 100 > </center> <font color #000000 >The Idealist <br> <br>You are a creative person with a great imagination. You enjoy living in your own inner world. <br>Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships. <br>It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close to you. <br>But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop. <br> <br>In love, you tend to have high and often unrealistic standards. <br>You are very sensitive. You tend to have intense feelings. <br> <br>At work, you need to do something that expresses your personal values. <br>You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist. <br> >br>How you see yourself: Unselfish, empathetic, and spiritual <br> <br>When other people don t get you, they see you as: Unrealistic, naive, and weak </font> </td> </tr> </table> <div align center > <a href http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/ >What s Your Personality Type? </a> </div>
so Happy Birthday to me Friday May 29th!
Falcon
- Mood:
restless
Pairing/Characters: Liz/Nikki
Rating: the last drabble is rated r the rest is pg-13ish
Summary: Snapshots of life
Word Count: 143 words, 161 words, 124 words, 134 words
Spoilers: season 5 episodes. (sorry i'm too lazy to look up the exact ones)
Notes/Warnings: Sex. Dating.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs but i forget who does >.<
Prompts: Forgiveness, Street/Shiver, Cooking/Negotiation, Sweat
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pulling out pins one by one.
Her long hair cascades down her back.
She takes off her earrings,
Kerplunk! Kerplunk! Kerplunk! Kerplunk!
they plop into the dish.
her braceletsare pulled off with care,
then her rings are put onth their tand.
Hollowly she stares
at her reflection as she takes her necklaces off.
Slipping out of the dress
and standing bare,
She wonders if everyon
can she that she is broken.
Tonight is the night that
not even soothing jazz can calm.
Everything in her life seemed out of order.
From every freckle on her nose
to the hand-like bruises on her hips.
What is left of her smudged makeup
is taken off wit a few swipes.
The day is fast approaching.
Nothing is ever simple
for the Lady of the Night.
- Music:The girl in the other room - diana krall
The day is over,
The moon is shining
full and clear.
She sings me lullabies
oh so dear.
And pray the lord,
Night is calling,
the stars are shining,
telling tales,
expecting a new day to appear.
My soul to keep,
Dawn is coming,
new day here,
precious moments,
held so dear.
Pairing/Characters: Colby/?
Rating: Teen
Summary: "Colby's grandmother always told him he'd be done in by a lady in red."
Word Count: 300
Spoilers:N/A
Notes/Warnings: dark, death!fic. Thanks to Byrons_Brain for the format, Antiterror9067 for listening to me whine. and Especially for CPWatcher who's been the best cheerleader on this project from it's inception..
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs, or anything else except the idea.
Colby's grandmother always told him he'd be done in by a lady in red.
Five bodies and Don’s team still couldn’t find any clues about the perp. The press started calling him the “Scarlet Lady Killer” crudely named after the perpetrator’s ‘calling card’, a white business card with a woman’s figure drawn in red.
Colby sighed and entered the bar. A flash of color caught his eye. There in the corner was a brunette with ruby lips and a red jacket. She smiled at him as she walked over. 'Carmen' she introduced herself. After several drinks, she invited him back to her place. “My car’s parked in the back” she said, as she led Colby around the bar, her hand pressed to his groin.
All the victims had the same type, male, mid thirties, dumped in a back alley with a shot to the head and heart. There was never any trace of the killer except that card.
She backed away from a kiss with a cruel smile. Suddenly, those ruby lips made her look like an Angel of Death. Her malicious laugh shot shivers down his spine and Colby knew she was the killer they’d been looking for. Crimson began to stain the front of his shirt as he crumpled to his knees. Pain was curiously absent as he looked at the light glinting off of the gun. BANG! And he knew nothing more.
The next day, Don, filled with grief, added a new photo to the line up of victims, along with the same business card as before. The only difference was that on the back of that new card was a message written in scarlet “Better luck next time!” The killer was taunting them. The new face that stared back at them from the photo was Colby’s.
- Mood:
accomplished
Now that she is about to become a mother herself fit is her turn to add her tale. Slowly her hand reaches for a spool at random, loading the fly with care. In a daze she moves every breath seemingly added to the flow of the weave. At random she changes threads, weaving a pattern without care for the consequences. It moves in a dance that only her family can understand. For this cloth is no ordinary cloth. She weaves her life into the tapestry of fate, as all before her did.
Jazz from another time croons softly out of an old record player, making a lazy afternoon. He put the paper down and invited his lover to join him in a dance, as she was dancing along cleaning the kitchen. Laughter filled the air; love surrounded them in that moment. The phone rang out shrilly breaking the spell, but secret smiles and memories kept it alive. It was all about those lazy afternoons with jazz and them.
- Music:A Sunday Kind of Love - Etta James
Chapter: Prolouge
Fandom: NCIS
Wordcount: 434
Thanks to Cp
( Tony explains his encounters with Shades )
- Location:Starbucks - SA, TX
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