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CARNIVAL MEGATHREAD

Aug 02, 2010 02:15

[ WHO ]: All residents of the apartments are invited! Tag yourselves in!
[ WHERE ]: The carnival.
[ WHEN ]: The carnival runs from sundown on Monday, August 2nd through dawn of Monday, August 9th, so set your threads for any point in time during that!
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open to all!
[ RATING ]: Try to keep it around PG-13
[ WARNINGS ]: The usual ( Read more... )

legend of zelda: fierce deity, wet: rubi malone, yu-gi-oh: yami bakura, professor layton: anton herzen, yami no matsuei: muraki kazutaka, original: medusa preston, kingdom hearts: marluxia, original: michael mortenson

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Train jigoku_mods August 2 2010, 06:22:51 UTC

Tunnel of Love jigoku_mods August 2 2010, 06:23:11 UTC

Tunnel of Love unbearablylong August 4 2010, 20:25:31 UTC

Like the old tale, it was the sun that finally coaxed the man from his hiding.

True, it was not a competition between the wind and the sun, and it was not Anton's coat it sought to shed, but the sun had beaten its driving rays through the apartments nonetheless, and Anton had finally taken a step from the room he had holed up in.

The sight of the town had him jumping at shadows. For all the ghosts he could not see in his apartment (oh but they were there, weren't they [They weren't], simply unseen by a mind that refused to believe), he was sure he could find something flitting just out of the corner of his eye. If it wasn't that, there was something maybe peering at him from around a corner. Or if it wasn't that, it was a half-glimpsed reflection in the glass of a shop ( ... )

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the start of a beautiful friendship unbearablylong August 4 2010, 21:49:14 UTC

Anton's hand was over his face and he was laughing, a low, mirthless chuckle. The Tunnel of Love. Was there something here? Something guiding him to things that would get under his skin? Something that knew about him - Duke of Folsense, Fool in Love, Abandoned {old} Man, Lonely Vampire - did it know it, and how to twist it?

His laughter only abated to low, rumbling chuckles after the boots had stopped. He gave a little sigh, his shoulders slumping. He held his hand over his face a moment longer, looking out between his fingers to the water and the creaking boats.

After a moment, he turned to face the newcomer, and what he was about to say died on his lips as he looked up.

And up.

... And up.

Anton was not a short man, but he felt half a boy {irony}, craning his neck to view an adult.

"What..."

He reached his hand out, fingers wavering only slightly, to touch the armour, to wonder if it was real, or another nightmare summoned up by the {years} nights of loneliness.

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