Post by riley martel on Jul 10, 2015 0:18:18 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]riley martel
[attr="class","appc"]age 17
[attr="class","appc"]group commoner
[attr="class","appc"]sex male
[attr="class","appc"]occupation pickpocket
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when night bites through the tatters of your clothes, you draw on ephemeral memories growing dimmer with each day passing. you can't recall their faces. but their voices, their warmth, helps you through. [break][break]
the smell of jasmine haunts you, calls up a ghost of a woman who holds you to her soft chest. her voice vibrates against your cheek. a song she sings out of key, soft and gentle, lulls you to sleep. mother. (why can’t you remember her face?) a man holds you on his shoulders, his muffles words send you into a fit of giggles. father. (why can’t you remember what he said?) [break][break]
their screams you try not to think of, or how sticky and hot their blood was against your skin. shrieks wake you, from your own lips they come. in your chest your heart pounds like a frantic bird against a cage. will it beat itself to death in the bone of your ribs? calmed only by the pawing of a stray, you smile. "you're right, it’s just a dream. thank you." reciprocated are your kisses on the cold nose rising for your lips. "good kitty."[break][break]
by day you limp about parisian streets with a plastic leg inches too short and chafing in search of an easy pocket to pick. dumpsters locked now to keep the animals out, and you. but you need to eat and your cat too. from outside the wall you came. there’s no family to take you in so you do what it takes, bite through the pain and ignore the emptiness in your belly, the weakness in your heavy limbs. [break][break]
you're a survivor.
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when night bites through the tatters of your clothes, you draw on ephemeral memories growing dimmer with each day passing. you can't recall their faces. but their voices, their warmth, helps you through. [break][break]
the smell of jasmine haunts you, calls up a ghost of a woman who holds you to her soft chest. her voice vibrates against your cheek. a song she sings out of key, soft and gentle, lulls you to sleep. mother. (why can’t you remember her face?) a man holds you on his shoulders, his muffles words send you into a fit of giggles. father. (why can’t you remember what he said?) [break][break]
their screams you try not to think of, or how sticky and hot their blood was against your skin. shrieks wake you, from your own lips they come. in your chest your heart pounds like a frantic bird against a cage. will it beat itself to death in the bone of your ribs? calmed only by the pawing of a stray, you smile. "you're right, it’s just a dream. thank you." reciprocated are your kisses on the cold nose rising for your lips. "good kitty."[break][break]
by day you limp about parisian streets with a plastic leg inches too short and chafing in search of an easy pocket to pick. dumpsters locked now to keep the animals out, and you. but you need to eat and your cat too. from outside the wall you came. there’s no family to take you in so you do what it takes, bite through the pain and ignore the emptiness in your belly, the weakness in your heavy limbs. [break][break]
you're a survivor.
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played by: kitten [break]
face claim: [b]noragami,[/b] [i]yukine[/i] - riley martel
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played by: kitten [break]
face claim: [b]noragami,[/b] [i]yukine[/i] - riley martel
