The Wings of a Crow (original) (raw)

13 October 2006 @ 06:37 am

This will be the only Out Of Character Post you'll see on this community as I'd like to keep it soley for Rping purposes. Thus I give you guys woac_ooc Its 'The Wings of a Crow' Out of Character community. Everything realted to the RP (rules, application process and plot has been moved here.) This community will serve as our reqruiting sights as well as our planning block for the RP.

If you guys would just join it and submit character profiles at your leasiure I'd be very very greatful.

Until we meet again,

Stay Safe Guys!

- WOAC_Mod

12 October 2006 @ 03:43 am

Mimi sat quietly in the window staring down at the street below. There was a look of extreme sadness on her face. Her eyes were those of someone who'd been crying for the better part of the day. They were red, and baggy around the edges. The apartment was quiet and the lights off. The only light was the light from the street below. A year... Already where did the time go. A year since they had lost Roger. The pain of that night was fresh in everyones mind tonight.

Mimi wipes tears from her eyes, as she relives the pain of that phone call from Collins. His voice still so clear in her head. If she was feeling this bad at the moment, she couldnt begin to imagine how Mark was handling the pain of tonight. Something in Mark seemed to snap when Roger died, and they could do nothing to help. They all felt helpless as they sat around and watched Mark push further from them. They all wished they could pull him from his pain, but they really were all at a loss for where to begin.

Current Location: Lonely Place

Current Mood: depressed

08 October 2006 @ 05:16 pm

It was a beautiful night in October. Not too warm, and not cold, but a cooling breeze swept through the city. The time was nearing 7:00, and the sky was painted in the oranges, reds, and pinks of the twilight hours. In the parks, children begged their mothers to let them stay just a little longer. Around the city, groups of people hung around the steps, laughing with each other, enjoying the weather.

( And all along sat a silhouette in the window of the loft, watching it all.Collapse )

08 October 2006 @ 12:19 pm

You see possibilities and unanswered questions in everything.

Mark is...well fuck, how would you react if that happened to the person you loved. I can't blame him for how he's reacted to this. in fact he's still here so that's something, but if he thinks I'm going to let him slip away from us..Maybe it's selfish, but I have no intention of losing both of my best friends. One day, when he's willing to talk about it I have some questions. Things feel so open-ended. The police gave me bits and clues but they couldn't really say anything for sure. How like them. Things keep bothering me about it. I can't put my finger on what though.

It's just so hard to believe. Everyone loved Roger, fuck even if people were jealous and spiteful and hated Roger, they loved Roger. He's just that type of person. The kid fucking radiates and I saw it the first time I met him. Everything just feels...dimmer now.

Maybe I'll contact the detectives again, something is wrong with all of this.

Then again, maybe I just need to stop thinking so goddamn much.

Current Mood: lonely

07 October 2006 @ 09:03 pm

A building gets torched. All that is left is ashes. I used to think that it is true about everything - family, friends, feelings - but now I know that sometimes if love proves real, and two people are meant to be together, nothing can keep them apart

Down through that part of the evening that is neither night nor day, the big black bird comes, finally to the old cemetery in the dingy part of Alphabet City. Such a long flight back from the places where the dead wait, marking time until they’ve forgotten what time is, until they’ve forgotten even themselves and nothing remains but these earthy stones and the moldering skeletons they signify, and even those will pass with time. The Crow descends through the low, thin clouds that have lingered behind an afternoon thunderstorm, fading blue sky turned gray. A trio of Bohemians walking along Avenue B hears the bird’s grating cry, looks up to see a violent smudge of ebony against the summer’s twilight.

( And suddenly I heard a tapping, as if someone was gently rapping, rapping at my chamber doorCollapse )

Current Location: Lafayette No 1. Cemetery

Current Music: Slo-Mo Walking - Marco Beltrami