U n k n o w n ;
Zero Star
Counting[/i] s o n g-H[M:0]
The boy without a name.
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Post by U n k n o w n ; on Mar 23, 2008 19:21:01 GMT 7
The winds blew, rustling some of the dead leaves away from the ground, and new leaves up sprouting from tree branches. It was early spring. Warm, but cold enough to make you wear a jacket outside. It was a nice weather, or so he thinks.
It's pretty old fashioned of him, but he had no means of contacting apart form going straight to him, or through the room phones. His cell phone-- he had one, but he never even gave out the number. He wasn't meant to give them out anyway. It was personal. Besides, he had no objectives but to, well, do his job and graduate from this academy.
That is all.
He was bored, and nothing seemed to amuse him nowadays. He took one of them books-- the ones that had the thirty-two rose compass embedded on the front of cover. On the spine it read: '1527~1579'. He had a lot of them at hand for a long time. Nearly all his life, really. A few blanks, most written on. But no one, apart from him is meant to read it.
He sighed as he slipped on his shoes, and walked outside of his room. He kept walking his own way until he broke into a halt. A small rural piece of land, it was the west woods. It wasn't as big as the north woods and all, but it was still great.
He brushed away a few sticks and dead leaves away from the roots of a tree, and sat down underneath it. Shading him from the radiating sun. He opened his book to the page he had last read, book marked with an ace of spades, and stared to read. The boredom was realy getting into him, enough to make him read self-written history books.
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Luna Katanashi
One Star
?Angelic Smiles? [M:100]
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
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Post by Luna Katanashi on Mar 23, 2008 19:37:36 GMT 7
Dry leaves had fallen from the ancient trees;delivering themselves on the dirt pathways and rustled along when stirred by the breezes. Luna went in, her white boots attacking delicate leaves easily. Today, she is wearing a sleeveless, white blouse and a purple skirt that only reached up to her knees;with a silver belt that is embedded on it and the said boots. She was wearing clothes that are alternate in color.
Sweat trickled along her brow. She was moving a lot of muscles lately, her body was begging her to rest----which means that it was overpowered by exhaustion. She frantically dropped herself underneath the shades of a tree and breathed lightly, currently trying to refresh herself. At this, silence clustered around her, her eyes veiled and then with a mere second, her eyes closed gently.
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