shut up & explode [o]

[rain]

[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/3013m2b.jpg][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] I GET THE FEELING THAT SOMEONE IS WATCHING OVER ME THE CLOCK CHIMES FIVE THE MOON BEAMS HIGH BUT MINE'S A RESTLESS SLEEP I FEEL YOUR SHADOW LIKE A WARM THAT IS SURROUNDING ME ■ Aurelia dashed through the cold winter wind, feeling it seep through her cloak and into her chiton. However that was the least of her problems; gathered within her arms was a tight bundle of tools wrapped in burlap and tied with dried straw; chisels, pliers, and an assortment of other sharp things were carefully placed together. They were old and rusting, and it was time for them to be taken care of at the blacksmith's. ■ She had slept in that morning despite her mother's better warnings and was now officially late in the day. Aurelia had already forgotten to lay her prayers for Hesta due to the state of panic she was in when her tight-lipped brother reminded her of the errand she was supposed to run today. Thus she took off faster than you could say, "Jumpin' Golden Chariots of Apollo!". ■ While her eyes were bad, she had walked this path countless of times. However the stark white of virgin snow blinded her vision with spots of white, and confusedly she began to walk off the path astray, unsure where she was taking herself. "Oohhh...! Darn it." She muttered when a twig branch slapped her face unknowingly. Batting it away, she continued to walk stubbornly, unaware she was starting to walk towards the frozen pond near the trail path. ▌TAGGED nero, open for one more ▌WORDS 300ish ▌MUSIC peter pan by teenagersintokyo ▌CREDITS coded by rain for dichotomy members

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[lulu]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=e5f1f2][atrb=width,450,true] THIS FICTION OF MINE CANNOT TURN BACK THE HAND OF TIME SO JUST LIVE YOUR LIFE IN SLOW MOTION if wishes could come true ★★★ Nero was rather fond in using practice with nature to deepen his understandings of what the Gods and Goddesses gave him. His talents were gloriously done and his hands were probably divine and crafted by the Muses themselves. He liken to think that from what Caelius said himself when he saw his works. That may have made him happy but Nero knew better. He wanted to be humble, he had seen so many Patricians these days being greedy and treacherous with their ways. Nero sat down comfortably on a wooden stool he had placed down by the frozen pond. He was comfortable, his clothes were for the outdoors and quite luxurious. He was fitted with clothes of distinguishing crimsons and soft ivory colors. His red muffler kept him so warm and snug. He had his easel infront of with a blank slate of paper infront. His paints and oils lay neatly in a small accessible groove infront and his brush in his slender digits. Nero bowed his head in invisible respect and clasped his hands together; his brush inbetween his hands. His light blond bangs covered his closed orbs and he began to gives thanks. "The movements of thy water, Melete, the whispers of the air, Mneme, and the joyous songs of life, Aoide...guide my hand. Bless me with thy creative muse and sight to see and create transcendant art." He spoke softly believing so. He opened his sharp red eyes and took a deep breath. His eyes multitasked with looking beyond the easel to the site of frozen winter splendor and then back to the blank canvas. His brush dipped into soft blue's and gentle lavenders and he began to work with the utmost of patience and skill. He wanted to practice honing his patience and gentle strokes. The Winter time was a sign of purity and much visual beauty. It resembled a woman to him. So beautiful when the light flickers upon virgin snow but soon so shunned by the filth of the world until it melts away by death. Women could be ugly or beautiful but it was always up to them. He kept his gaze focused on the task at hand. He would not fail. He was filled with the Muses glamour and he would not fail them. ★★★ then i wouldn't need a prayer THIS TEMPLATE WAS CODED BY RAIN

[rain]

The wind was biting her cheeks, but it wasn't long until she felt nothing more than a numb prickle every now and then. Aurelia continued to trot through the snowbank, wondering why the snow had laid on so thickly. The trail was used often, but perhaps the sky had been crying snow for so long it continuously piled on over. However, she couldn't get that nagging doubt out of her mind that something was amiss here. Stopping for a moment, she listened to the lonely wind blow through the empty landscape, before trudging forwards stubbornly.

Ahhhh... Aurelia stopped to squint a bit at her surroundings. Everything was a frosty white. She could make out long, black trunks of the trees stripped bare of their green down, but nothing else. Just white and black stripes. Taking a step forward, she continued to squint harder. In the distance, she could see the red terracotta tops of the houses that lined close by the marketplace. Esctatic, she began to charge forwards until her foot stepped on something which cracked very loudly.

"Huh?" She glanced around, despite how useless that was, the cracking continued. Listening carefully, she looked down. No more was she treading through snow, which was quite a relief. But on the contrary, it was slippery. Aurelia continued to stare until realization dawned upon her.

Attempting to make a mad dash back, she began to skitter across the frozen lake, her scratching the surface. Ultimately her foot crushed through a thin region, submerging it within the ice-cold grasp of the lake. With her foot lodged beneath the the water, she tripped and fell over the lake bank. Of all feet, it just had to be her bad leg! Biting her lip, Aurelia tried to tug her foot back. However, with the water surface slowly freezing back over again, she found her foot stuck between the surface and the water.

"H-Help!" She suddenly called aloud, feeling particularly frightened. "I-Is there somebody out there?"

Was there? People seldom came to the lake. At that moment Aurelia silently cursed herself for waking up late this morning and forgetting to say her prayers. The Gods were probably laughing at her right this moment.