depthundersands

When i need inspiration

depthundersands Dec 17, 2009 19:46

I listen to these

[Alia is walking back into town from the long path through the mountains. Sand is still stuck in her hair, under her nails, riding along in folds of her clothes, there seems to be more than there should be. She looks displeased, but not angry- let down perhaps. In her hand she grips her sheathed kris knife ( Read more... )

[Video and voice]

depthundersands Jun 13, 2009 05:50

[the in the back ground is the forest, the sound of water is near by. Alia is walking holding her journal in front of her. Despite the weather she wears a hunter green cloak to hide her wings.]I want to learn to swim... I want to learn to live like i belong here and not feel i need to run to the desert every time something odd happens ( Read more... )

alia, swimming, guy, kotaro, leto

[action]

depthundersands Jun 07, 2009 23:52

[despite earlier remarks about not wanting to leave the house, Alia might be spied hurrying down the street, her hunter green clock on, the hood up. Her eyes upturned to the beautiful display in the sky.]

I hope he's awake.

[rushing towards house 17 to find Kotaro, Alia is a bit caught up and not entirely paying attention to whats going on around ( Read more... )

alia, looking for kotaro

To many faces, only one window.

depthundersands Jun 06, 2009 00:25

I've not ventured far from my home since I was returned recently. They did something... something to my head, and it's taken some time to wear off, and now i just have a constant head ache. This has lead me to feel less than my best. So forgive me if I have missed a great deal of goings on ( Read more... )

voices in her head

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depthundersands May 10, 2009 17:41

Sometime when you seek the future, you have only to look at the past.

And which point someone usually says 'I told you so.'

[private to self]

Leto was right.
But how could I seek help from the person who did this to me?

For it's my thoughts that bind me here.

depthundersands May 08, 2009 13:26

[It had taken some time, but Alia had found the recipe she sought. It had not been the recipe that had be the hard part, or even the ingredients, that now sat heavy in the basket that hung around her wrist. The hard part would be figuring out this blasted thing they called a 'waffle iron'. Heading through the center of the village back towards ( Read more... )

salt, alia, guy, waffles

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depthundersands May 01, 2009 20:52

[Journal is sitting on the sand, in front of it a few feet away Alia is sitting, once again it seems a phantom seems to have turned the thing on to record when she had not meant to. Alia's sitting cross legged in the sand, facing the moon as it rises over the dunes. At first's she rocking a little, her head rolling loosely on her neck, she seems ( Read more... )

spice trance

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depthundersands Apr 28, 2009 01:18

[The journal is lay open, with a full view of a kitchen. Who knows what old dead grandfather turned the thing on but, you can see Alia moving around the kitchen humming to herself as she wrapped up the last basket of cookies, so they could be delivered to a certain little boy he knew.}Next time I start to think baking is a wonderful idea you had ( Read more... )

Going back to the desert

depthundersands Apr 25, 2009 18:22

[The screen shows Alia look angrily at her kitchen counters filled with baked goods}

This was the worse experiment ever. I've never baked in my life and some how in one week, I made more than a small army could eat.

Will someone, please come take all this.

I want to go back to the desert. I feel violated.[Private to Leto ( Read more... )