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Name: Hijozu
Birthday: 3/31/1992
Gender: Female
Interests: Trying to survive
Occupation: Student
Industry: Government
Message: message me
Member Since:
11/25/2003
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| He could only describe their predicament as the classic "we've fallen on top of each other in an awkward position and we can't seem to get up" situation. They were a tangle of limbs with him on the bottom and her lying on top of him.
Struggling to stay coherent, he ventured first, "Um...You want to get off of me?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, Jared." She pushed herself away from him, but paused to stare at him.
Jared stared back uncomfortably, a frown forming on his brow. "Can I help you, June?" he asked.
June stared a moment longer before muttering an apology and finished getting up.
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That was going somewhere and then I lost it. My new NPH obsession suddenly resurfaced and I pictured him singing, "Mr. Sandman" with that charming smile of his. Sigh.
PROGRESS IS GOOD!
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| She cast a glance at him and smiled. "So tell me, darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?"
He returned her cheerful smile with a rueful one. "All the time...All the time."
A quiet nod. "Our time together isn't ever quite enough for that to happen." He thought he sensed a tone of regret or maybe wistfulness in her voice.
He could only think, "When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home. What will it take to make or break this hint of love?" A moment later he realized the answer: only time.
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| Man, I'm hungry....
I feel so much like writing, but AP English has completely taken that drive away from me. I suppose it's better to learn that you're really not that good at something earlier than later. At least I can take it as constructive criticism. Sadly, it has become all too apparent that I have trouble stomaching criticism. I hate it, but it's an impulse. The twisting feeling inside when someone says something. I guess I just have to "win," always get the last word, always try to take the high ground. I need to just accept the criticism and learn from it, like how I have forced myself to learn to simply overlook Xbox 360 jabs. To defend the console is almost a waste of time since most of my friends are PS fans. They jab it every so often and I feel a bit uncomfortable, but it isn't such a big deal; it only sucks that I'm the only 360 fan around. I have to just bite my tongue. It's okay to lose! ...you lose a great deal anyway. >__>
Again, I feel like I've run out of things to say in every-day conversation. Especially on AIM, I wonder why I sign on anyway. It's mostly silence. Once in a while someone comes along and needs help with homework or something or another. Not that AIM is built for "meaningful" conversations. Most of mine seem to revolve around boys...then again two girls can talk about that topic for hours without running out of material. The same must be for the other side too, but I have no knowledge of that. I almost want to ask my brother or Arthur if boys talk about girls the way girls talk about guys.
:Dude, that girl is so...ugh! I mean I've got no idea what she wants!
Ugh...I think I'm making progress. Slowly...ever slowly. I'll get there. -shakes fist-
"It's a brand new day and the sun is high. All the birds are singing that you're gonna DIE!"
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| And we go on...until it is all left behind.
She took comfort in the thought that she meant nothing to him. He had pushed past long ago. The loss of the best friend was more than her. She can safely move ahead across the path she had burned earlier.
Dion Christophe
Story: Youngest son out of three brothers. Daniel is the oldest then Julian. He had a sheltered youth; a wall of parents and older siblings shielded the world from him. His family is a high-class family with their wealth emanating from weapons manufacturing and shipping. At his birth, he was given a silver key to wear around his neck. His family died when their house was set on fire, leaving only him and his guardian angel Fayj. The function of the key was never explained to him. Soon different factions were vying to get Dion under their control and he was forced to flee for his life. While on the run, Dion managed to find some clues to the function of the key. He managed to shake of his pursuers and was able to attend a university for a few years before trouble came to find him again.
Facts:
Name: Dion Christophe
Hair: Dirty, sandy blond
Eyes: hazel
Occupation: Student, refugee.
Attributes:
-- Mysterious key around his neck.
-- Chakram, spear, sword, scimitars, katana.
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