one passing night
the evening is spread out against the sky
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24th-Jul-2011 08:58 pm
[It was huge.

That's pretty much how you could describe the odd library that materialized there and then. It wasn't even much of a library as it was a labyrinth of sorts that had books shelved all over, some of them having fallen in the pathway due to how much excess there was. There were stairs, plenty of stairs, twisting and turning, upside down and right-side up, rickety-old ones and carpeted marbled ones. The walls were lined up with ladders of different sizes, shapes and quality, each pertaining to a different set of literature just waiting to be read. One of the shelves even had a metal case around it, with the sign "Warning: Books bite." written on it.

Ted himself can be found reading on one of the stairs, hanging upside down for anyone below him, though he didn't seem to believe gravity existed even as he flipped another page. He was sitting on a stack of books, and beside him sat a cage where there was a trapped book as well, odd enough by itself. He himself was engrossed with the book, frowning as he scans it.]


If anything, this isn't how mermaids look like at all.

[OOC: Your choice between event-related or not.]
17th-Jul-2011 12:48 pm - ⇝ 001
[Busy. That's what this dream is like--quite busy. Buildings everywhere seem as though they're stretching too high, their tops faded into fuzziness, never giving a clear distinction of how far they go. The streets are full of people passing by, no cars, just endlessly shifting bodies, on route to some untold destination. Though even the word 'people' is relative.

For mixed amongst those are hulking figures, demons, serpentlike and humanlike, animal and some that can be given no label to, but all distinctive enough to be noticed. But the passers-by walk with the demons as easily as that, never noticing that they're at all different.

Naoki sits on a bench on the empty sidewalk, his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them loosely. Yellow eyes flicker to and fro, watching the seemingly never ending flow of people. None ever step foot on the sidewalk where his bench is, leaving it otherwise empty. He sighs after a little while, straightens up somewhat and rubs the back of his neck under the horn there, eyes squinted slightly against the glare of the sun high above.


ooc: no theme here! Do with as you will!]
7th-Mar-2011 06:39 pm - Tag cloud.
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