by altiora » Wed Feb 06, 2013 5:48 am
Jayr,
"'Bout time!" Jayr yawned. She looked at Jeff, scared. "Do you think they'll hurt us?" She whispered. While the energy was bouncing around her, and fueled by rest, It wasn't like she could stop them. She forgot she didn't need to talk with Jeff, he could of just read her mind. Of course, she remembered now; just when it seems that the guards were close. She almost prayed to god that they wouldn't find her. As a nervous habit she developed a few weeks ago, she clasped her hands together and bit on the edge of her thin t-shirt sleeve. She found it helped with anxiety. Better then biting on her fingernails ... ugh .. disgusting habit... The guards got closer.
She wondered who they were here for...
{OOC: By the way, could you explain to me wait the symbols mean on the first page, when telling us our names and talents?}
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cain, or cass
they - them
queer adult.
bird lover !!
( also space, &
podcasts too )
i encourage
constructive
criticism .▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔.
" I WILL SOAR, THEN,
BEYOND THIS POWER OF MY NATURE,
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AND RISE BY DEGREES
TO HIM WHO MADE ME.
(saint augustine's confessions)I enter the fields and spacious halls of memory, where are
stored the countless images that have been brought into them
from all manner of things by the senses. There, in the memory,
is stored what we cogitate, either by enlarging or reducing our
perceptions, or by altering one way or another those things
which the senses have made contact with; and everything else
that has been entrusted to it and stored up in it, and which
oblivion has not yet swallowed up and buried. "