Entries tagged with !theme: 2012-06

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Today just isn't her day

She thought she left this all behind.

It's the type of sunny day just made for a sports meet. There are races, hurdles, jumps, throwing events, everything imaginable and everyone is qualified. The crowds cheering them on are equalled by the crowd participating. The track is smooth and the fields are perfectly trimmed, with the smell of fresh grass.

Homura should be completely in her element here, but instead she looks horribly out of place. Her glasses are broken (she'd fallen earlier), there are cuts and scrapes along her knee, and the prim braids she's suddenly wearing her hair in have started to unravel. Worse, she barely runs a few steps without obvious pain.

She tries anyway, a valiant effort competing in one of the later races. When she falls to her knees, exhausted already, a few classmates give less than sympathetic looks, and make comments about her weak body and medicine she takes all the time. Homura just concentrates on breathing.

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oo3 ❄ stuck on repeat

[ Well, it's not exactly a novel dream - the perfectly formed scenery fits the desert island cliché to a T, though it's quite a bit more expansive than a rock with two palm trees sticking out of the middle. Above the rolling dunes that sweep down to the surf, a lush green forest rises to cover most of the visible, the tangle of trees thick enough to seem impenetrable (and half of them completely out of place, in a tropical climate). The only thing this leafy, viney (pine tree dotted) brush doesn't ensconce is the narrow mountain range rising from the center of the island. From those towering masses of land, slate grey and tipped with thin spires and a halo of fog (or perhaps smoke), volcanic activity seems the least of all potential dangers.

But all of that's merely an exciting backdrop to the true mundanity of this phantasm. Shored up at the very top of a wave of fine, yellow sand, sits a desk - plain and spare and rusting at the hinges, in no way special at all. And at it, nearly topped over in height by the towering stacks of (random, unsorted, some completely unlabeled) textbooks, sits Cloud.

Hunched intently over something - pages of notes, upon closer inspection - he pays no mind to the intermittent call of seabirds on the breeze, nor the way that lazy warm puff of air tugs at the messy spikes of his hair. He's scribbling furiously. Then considering. Then turning over the pencil in his hand and erasing with equal ferocity. Rinse, repeat, and more than once on the same line, with increasing frustration.

It's only when one of the precariously balanced texts atop his leaning tower spills over and slides down the sandy slope of the dune on the other side of the desk that he stops with a start, dropping his pencil and his notes at once. Skating around the edge of his desk, through the shifting ground, he all but dives after the book, snatching it back up and sinking to a stop in a small avalanche of sand. With an inaudible sigh of relief, Cloud digs his socked feet in (boots tucked safely into the hollow beneath his desk) and starts to haul himself back up the to the crest of the dune, and the loose pile of notes in desperate need of endless correction. ]

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Trick 005 | Lady Luck-less

[ Kaito hasn't been around much lately, mostly because he's an insomniac and can only sleep when he's thoroughly exhausted his brain. However, in this case he's been absent because he's been active phantom thief and lately he's felt farther away his goal than usual. He can't explain it but somehow he can feel the gem slipping away. ]

[ These feelings probably explain why today, in his dream, Kaito is small boy no more than nine dressed in an adult sized white tuxedo with the top hat falling down over his face. ]

[ Somewhere there's a man talking in the distance ]

'I know you'll make me proud, Kaito.'

[ Kaito looks widely around but he can't see through the hat and the voice is so distant that he doesn't really think to push the hat up. ]

Dad? What did you say? Dad? Dad!?

[ He's walking blindly-bumping into walls and trying to follow the distant voice. ]

Don't worry Kaito, follow my voice and I won't-

[ -But his voice is cut off by a sudden explosion. ]

...Dad?

[ Silence. ]

DAD!?

[ Kaito takes off running blindly, still running into walls but that doesn't matter to him. He's running right towards the burning fire caused by the explosion. ]

((ooc: I have no icons to properly convey his feelings. I apologize in advance. ))

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Our planet found peace through death

The desert is hot, a dry heat begging for relief, at least a drink. The world is turned to sand and dust, broken only by the dim, hazy horizon. Dust even coats the objects carefully uncovered and laid out, almost as quickly as they're brushed off. Even this deep pit, dug too well to be natural, provides scant shelter.

Lethe's scarves and veils keep her from breathing dust, even if they result in the eerie impression of a shroud. She works carefully at one corner of the dig, where she's patiently unearthing a small object. When it's free, she meticulously brushes away the dust and dirt.

"Come closer," she invites, "And see something from a place that was lost."

(ooc: not quite evented, though bad luck may show as things go wrong at the dig. feel free to find artifacts not just from her world, but from the other character's world as well.)