Message 244 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: teredd@u... Date: Mon Nov 4, 2002 12:40 pm Subject: So that's what it's about (Death Post) a voice of family, a voice that's lost, a voice he never met, "I'm sorry, sister, but I had to know." *you tumble throught the static darkness, your blood falling all around, your love losing its grip, grip losing blood bones breaking, fire it burns.. the same voice of family, "Be free, my childe. Learn from your father's failures." *a piano plays softly in the static background.. *from behind the nowhere in particular.. a quiet itallian-accented whisper, "whose childe, learn where, am i dead, are you dead, we were dead, she is dead, he is dead.." the same voice of family, "I finally understand. I now understand death!" Daytha responds, "but what is death but our souls reunited?" *the static background breaks apart like cracked glass, spidering out, the new shards changing colors and spinning, as if looked through a kaleidascope.. *The man crumples to the floor, a smile on his pale face. *from nowhere in particular.. a deep and distorted voice, "what have i done?" *A short, black-cloaked figure stalks from the static darkness, wielding a black double-bladed axe, shield and a blank mask. The darkness reaches out and consumes the man and the vision fades. [ooc: 9910120-us2002022326] Message 244 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: teredd@u... Date: Mon Nov 4, 2002 12:40 pm Subject: So that's what it's about (Death Post) a voice of family, a voice that's lost, a voice he never met, "I'm sorry, sister, but I had to know." *you tumble throught the static darkness, your blood falling all around, your love losing its grip, grip losing blood bones breaking, fire it burns.. the same voice of family, "Be free, my childe. Learn from your father's failures." *a piano plays softly in the static background.. *from behind the nowhere in particular.. a quiet itallian-accented whisper, "whose childe, learn where, am i dead, are you dead, we were dead, she is dead, he is dead.." the same voice of family, "I finally understand. I now understand death!" Daytha responds, "but what is death but our souls reunited?" *the static background breaks apart like cracked glass, spidering out, the new shards changing colors and spinning, as if looked through a kaleidascope.. *The man crumples to the floor, a smile on his pale face. *from nowhere in particular.. a deep and distorted voice, "what have i done?" *A short, black-cloaked figure stalks from the static darkness, wielding a black double-bladed axe, shield and a blank mask. The darkness reaches out and consumes the man and the vision fades. [ooc: 9910120-us2002022326] Message 245 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: teredd@u... Date: Sun Nov 10, 2002 3:16 am Subject: Re: [Malkavian] This Happened Through the echoes of the Was... pulsing like life and joy and love... from the distant hidden Cafe... comes a cresting wave... *and thoughts of the cold.. *and remembering the flavor of orange juice, and warmth.. *and the wind beneath the wings of our layers, flying into the air, towards the sun.. *and losing, falling in the sounds, her humming, the warmth of the hill.. *and finding, behind the mask, behind the static, behind the darkness.. *and you remember the warmth, but feel it fading quickly.. [ooc: 9910120-us2002022326] [ooc: there are two who would recognize these dreams, you know who you are.. :p~] Message 246 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: teredd@u... Date: Mon Nov 11, 2002 3:43 am Subject: Re: [Malkavian] This Happened Through the echoes of the Was... pulsing like life and joy and love... from the distant hidden Cafe... comes a cresting wave... *and thoughts of the cold.. *and losing, falling in the sounds, her humming, the warmth of the hill.. *and finding, behind the mask, behind the static, behind the darkness.. *she called you to the roof.. *you watched the stars and remembered and dreams, mixing old and new and fresh and others.. *you feel the blood come from your eyes, her coat on your back.. *fall to your knees, let loose a scream from your cold lips.. *gain warmth again and ride on to find that caged soul, the lost soul, damned from the gates of Heaven.. *you go on, looking.. searching.. a familiar voice, "Promise me." *you feel yourself with all your heart.. you reply with sincerity "I will." [ooc: 9910120-us2002022326]\ Message 247 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: teredd@u... Date: Tue Nov 12, 2002 9:03 pm Subject: Re: [Malkavian] This Happened Through the echoes of the Was... pulsing like life and joy and love... from the distant hidden Cafe... comes a cresting wave... *and thoughts of the cold.. *and remembering the flavor of orange juice, and warmth.. *and the wind beneath the wings of our layers, flying into the air, towards the sun.. *and losing, falling in the sounds, her humming, the warmth of the hill.. *and finding, behind the mask, behind the static, behind the darkness.. *and you remember the warmth, but feel it fading quickly.. [ooc: 9910120-us2002022326] [ooc: there are two who would recognize these dreams, you know who you are.. :p~] [ooc: sorry if anyone gets this twice..] Message 248 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: teredd@u... Date: Wed Nov 13, 2002 4:02 am Subject: Re: [Malkavian] The Space Between The song continues..."The Space Between, Where you're smiling high, Is where you'll find me if I get tickled..." from the distant hidden Cafe... comes a cresting wave... *and thoughts of the cold.. *and losing, falling in the sounds, her humming, the warmth of the hill.. The song continues, "The Space Between, Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you, The rain that falls, Splash in your heart, Ran like sadness down the window into..." Finding behind the mask behind the static behind the darkness: an open heart a wild mind. *she called you to the roof.. The song continues..."The Space Between Is where we hope to keep safe from pain..." *and you remember the warmth, but feel it fading quickly.. a feeling of "only if you want it to" and the feeling of hands on the strings of a mask and a gentle face, tanned skin, strange soft clothing, and a voice coming from the nowhere in particular... *you watched the stars and remembered and dreams, mixing old and new and fresh and others.. *you feel the blood come from your eyes, her coat on your back.. *fall to your knees, let loose a scream from your cold lips.. the feelings pool about amongst certain selves, caressing them with their warmth and help and sheer love, joy and laughter at rolling about in sheets and the pleasures of a hot tub, of falling into a kiss... and a distant clothed hunger gets ready to head down to the Land of Ports... and a man laying in bed looks into the mirror of his mind and holds his love close, nibbling at her stories and running hands through red hair... and the dream continues as they are wont to do... *you gain warmth again and ride on to find that caged soul, the lost soul, damned from the gates of Heaven.. *you go on, looking.. searching.. a familiar voice who gave you a coat on the roof, "Promise me." *you feel yourself with all your heart.. you remember the lying under the mirror, the love in your arms, in your dreams, in your memories.. you reply with sincerity "I will." *and you remember those you have not forgotten.. *and will not.. *from behind the nowhere in particular.. a young, quiet Italian-accented voice whispers in romany, though you can understand it and know it to be so, "The moon, if it can, will shut out the light And eclipse our droll lives, turning day into night." [$] you hear the familiar voice, "there is the Sea...and there is the POst..and the POst will bring you back...I made a rope for it and it is still there...it smells of me and tea and chai and Muse and you and all sorts of people we love" *you walk to the edge of the roof.. your layer is resting quietly in the outside, sending you dreams as the familiar voice shares a moment on the roof.. *from behind the nowhere in particular.. the quiet whisper, "i am going to go there now.. will you watch the kaliedascope for me? natasha doesn't believe in it." *you take off your cloak as it drops into the static darkness.. *the sound of a violin comes softly over the air in perfect sequence with the other.. you can hear the words allong with the tune, "i don't know why you say goodbye, i say hello" and the song continues..."Take my hand, 'Cause we're walking out of here, Oh, right out of here, we've got all we need here, The Space Between, What's wrong and right, Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you, The Space Between, Your heart and mine, Is the space we'll fill with time, The Space Between..." *the cliffs fly under the wings of your layer as you leap off the roof.. you drift past the rocks, over the post, following the rope before diving into the water where it is deep and warm and familiar.. *you swim deeply, past the breakers, past the wswells, out to where it is truly deep, dark and calm.. *you swim into the sea, listening, feeling, washing, waiting, relenting, flowing, flying, dreaming.. *back into the static darkness, feeling the barrier of warmth.. [ooc: $ small quote from John Nelson Schneider's The Whisper] [ooc: 9910120-us2002022326] Message 249 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: teredd@u... Date: Mon Nov 18, 2002 7:21 pm Subject: in the darkness, let there be light! *a star is born.. *under the moonlight.. "I'm awake!" a cry in the dark shadows.. *asleep under the sun.. *ashes hallow.. "come to me!" they call.. *under the stairs.. *a shadow shifts behind the static darkness, listening to the distantly scratching piano.. [ooc: 9910120-us2002022326] Message 250 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: teredd@u... Date: Thu Nov 28, 2002 10:48 pm Subject: poof revisited.. Through the endless static background, a sharp image of the Duke Chapel tower in the somewhat odd appearence of a false dawn. Several crows fly around the tower. Without warning comes the earsplitting cawing of hundreds of crows, the sky is black with their forms, all flying towards Chapel Hill. Tiny reflections of light escape from the darkness of the enveloping fowl that fill the skyline.. They sprinkle down, soon covering the chapel in a warm glow like a cool rain on a hot sunday afternoon.. The bells ring in a familliar tune as the couple burst through its chapel doors laughing and running for their new lives, their eternal souls damned to be together for eternity.. They are family now.. A shadow glides through the enveloping darkness, In the reflections, a short, dark-cloaked figure His right hand deftly wielding a large, dark and bloody axe, His left arm ruggedly holding his large shield A cross ghosted in its deep, black leather cover On his face, a wooden mask of a phase of the quater-moon.. He moves across the dull glow Flies over the couple Lands on the hood of the black limosine.. The couple blindly run ahead.. SLAM! The axe is swung down into the rear-end of the car Its sharp blade cutting through the cold tin like warm butter.. It is raised over the dark figure's head again and SLAM! It falls down like the crushed mirror The rain of ashes gently floating down Over the couple Into the car.. The couple never notice.. The blade arches down Into the woman's shoulder Cleaving her torso entwine.. The couple never notice The black-cloaked figure Takes the man by the hair Draggs him to the torn trunk Lays him across it SLAM! The blade goes through the car The man into the ground.. SLAM! The crows stir in the air.. SLAM! They ripple in waves after the powerful hits.. SLAM! You hear the bells go on.. SLAM! The masquerade must go on.. SLAM! SLAM! You hear screams from the crows as they rush around in circles SLAM! They scream and tear at their eyes, each other's eyes SLAM! They scream as their hearts burst in air Their heads pop like delicate blubs and shower the ground And the glowing chapel with bone, blood and feathers.. SLAM! He cannot see the rain.. The feathers tear at his skin.. SLAM! A thought is filtered through the madness.. A deep and distorted voice, "Non dar˜ loro niente che non si diano." [ooc: 9910120-us2002022326]