Lyric arrives dressed in a black pixelized hoodie, with dark blue jeans and sneakers. She has her backpack on. She walks into the building as if she owns it. She walks straight to Sarah's office. Time...the authorities. For now, undergroundpodcasts and drop offs work just as well..." Who are you, little girl? You think YOU can relate to me, princess? Not fucking likely. You don't know me...
Lyric and Andrew stepped into the music shop. Lyric immediately rushed to run her fingers along the smooth finishes of the electric guitars. A few other customer hung out in the store. Lyric waved to...in the music store. The patrons stared at her in wonder. Lyric bowed and looked up at the shopowner. "I will take this one, I think... And he'll take the drums..." (OOC: Music credit "Sorrow" Flyleaf
Lyric carefully made her way to the Safe Havendrop off. There was a drop off point in almost every major city. Streetkids didn't have much but the things they carried. Sometimes when you had to run...my kids... Kindred would hurt them if they knew... "Great!" Lyric was all smiles again. "Now to plan for a little redecorating... Mom isn't particularly attached to anything in the house, is she?
She was utterly exhausted. She felt uncomfortable. She opened her eyes. It looked as if a tornado had ripped apart the room. She stumbled to her feet, brushing the debris out of her hair. "Shit..." She...is only passion Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me." -The Sith Code
Lyricgrabbed her cell phone as it rang. "Digital Alliance. MadLyric speaking..." "This is Andre Crassus, on behalf of Lucien Sutter." Lyric blinked. Why on earth... "Good evening, Mr. Crassus. How... only that he sound of things shattering, ripping and smashing made her feel a little better. Her knuckles and throat felt raw... Her eyes throbbed. But still she did not stop her path of destruction
Lyric arrives at Anashka Sutter's club as usual. This time, she is dressed in darkbluejeans, glittery purple crocs and a "OMG Pwnies" T-shirt. Her curly brown hair is neatly contained by a black Alienware..... I should not have kept him so close... I should have cycled him like the rest... I should have... I should have... But I didn't. Even before..." Lyric kicks a rock letting it skip ahead of her
Мир это Мэрилин. Последний ее взгляд в кинокамеру на съемках последней кинокомедии, и прыжком за нее: невидимому режиссеру в глаза. Вся суть прекрасного в исчезновении маски уставшей актрисы..."Нежная кожа" (La Peau Douce, 1964) Франсуа Трюффо; Female Torso with Veil, Paradise Cove, 1984 by Herb Ritts; Heinz Hajek - Halke; Les annees vous guettent (Nush Eluard), 1932 by DoraMaar.
:: The rasping voice twisted the Latin prayer, making it as much a mockery as the figure that spoke. I could feel terror, deep down, but calmness lay over it an understanding, like ice on a frozen lake...was the time to focus to apply her will to the matter at hand. She needed to stay here until she was done. If she left now it would be ruined and Thomas would probably stay inside her head forever.
Over tonight and tomorrow I'll be writing up the Requiem and Invictus harpy report for ICC. If you have any info you want in, email me. :) It was great to see so many people. Those unable to come were missed.
The last couple weeks seem to be big on the death radar. Brian Thomsen, Sam Smiley, a large number of financially-crushed people I talked about the other day . . . And now another local kid from back... "The truck driver had absolutely no time to react and broadsided the Honda," said CHP officer Gruidl. "She was doing everything right. But for unknown reasons she pulled out. It was truly tragic.
