• SOUNDTRACK [TURN ME ON]

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    February 12, 2012 /  Soundtrack

    Need you bad, hold me babe
    Where ya at? Give me something
    I need your love, I need your love, I need your loving
    You got that kind of medicine that keeps me going
    My body needs a hero, come and save me
    Something tells me you know how to save me
    I’ve been feeling real low, oh I need you
    Come and rescue me

    Make me come alive, come on and turn em on
    Touch me, save my life, come on and turn me on
    I’m too young to die, come on and turn me on
    Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on

    Boy you make it, make it right
    You’re temperature is super high
    If I scream if I cry, it’s only cause I feel alive
    My body needs a hero, come and save me
    Something tells you know how to save me
    I’ve been feeling real low, oh I need you
    Come and rescue me

    I know you can save me and make me feel alive

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    February 11, 2012 /  Pictures

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  • Betrayal

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    February 11, 2012 /  Here & Now

    Tonight. I want a fight. A real one where blood spills and skin dis-colours. The fighting arena brought me no satisfaction. The pain in my chest is back full force and it seems little has the ability to diminish it.

    At least, nothing like physical pain can. I want it to consume me, so the hurt inside is just a little bit less, so that it makes life a little more bearable.

    In truth? I feel guilty. Like my actions somehow betrayed him.

  • QOTW

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    February 9, 2012 /  QOTD

    Julea responds with a particularly rude gesture in Jack’s direction. “If I wasn’t wearing a skirt, and you were closer, and I wasn’t so lazy, I’d slap you.”

  • Rumors

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    February 7, 2012 /  Rumors

    You spread some coin around and eventually you get a tidbit from a passerby:’did you see earlier when the Grand Inquisitor stormed out of the Cathedral? What do you suppose that was about? He didn’t look to pleased, if I do say so, myself. What could the Cardinal have said to him to rile him up like that?’.

  • Forgetting to Breathe

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    February 6, 2012 /  Here & Now

    Breathe. Julea breathe.
    One kiss does not make you forget how to draw breath.
    Does it?
    My lips part and air draws in quickly in,
    But I still find myself gasping for air?

    To be so unravelled, so undone at the merest touch.
    I lose myself.

    Or perhaps he is finding me?

    Regardless, my blood approves.
    And kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

  • QOTW

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    February 5, 2012 /  QOTD

    Julea to the Grand Inquisitar (after confessing to being in the brotherhood and asked if there is anything else she’d like to say):

    “I am sorry and I really do not want to be burned. I have a morbid fear of fires. And death.” you says, as she sits back down again. “I can’t think of anything else to say at this time.”

  • QOTD

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    February 2, 2012 /  QOTD

    Julea on becoming an Inquisitar:

    “You understand, that I would not change much. I will still be all of those things, but with… power?” your eyes focus upon the shadowed face of a person wearing a concealing crimson leather cloak that hangs a full circle. She draws her thumb across her bottom lip. “Do I have to give up drinking, cursing, and general debauchery? Do I have to take any vows of celibacy? Are there any…. shall we say, hidden costs to this?”

    Julea, trying it out to see if it suits her:

    A person wearing a steel visor fashioned into a widely grinning face exhales a sigh at Bryne and shakes his head when Bryne looks his way, “That’s not the right response. This is the right one.” he pauses a beat, turns bodily to you and lifts a hand to point at her, “Shut up, bitch.” he says to you.
    “Fuck I need a drink. One second.” Julea reaches into her satchel, producing a bottle of wine which she quickly bites the cork from and drinks heavily. She passes a glance over to Bryne, and then onwards to Thoman and a person wearing a steel visor fashioned into a widely grinning face. At the latter’s words, she near spits out her mouthful. [you ]
    Julea rolls her eyes skyward. She reaches for her satchel and draws from it the Book of Penances. With it in one hand and the bottle of wine in the other. “Now, perhaps I should try it out… Count Sevoi.. that will be quite enough of that. Your blashemy has been noted and if you continue, I will require a confession.. or something.”
    A person wearing a steel visor fashioned into a widely grinning face replies to you again with his stock response, “Shut up, bitch.” in a cheery tone and taps his fingers against his thighs idly, “Also, don’t impersonate a priestess or Inquisitor.” he nods his head slowly.
    “Two times. Are you sure you wish to continue, because I am sure we can arrange a whipping.” you waves over a nearby messenger, and offers him a few words. “You may tell his Holy Honour that I accept. I think he is right, I have a natural talent for it.”

  • [SOUNDTRACK] Bleed it out

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    February 2, 2012 /  Soundtrack

    Yeah here we go for the hundredth time, Hand grenade pins in every line
    Throw ’em up and let something shine, Going out of my fucking mind
    Filthy mouth, no excuse, Find a new place to hang this noose
    String me up from atop these roofs, Knot it tight so i won’t get loose
    Truth is you can stop and stare, Run myself out and no one cares
    Dug the trench out laid down there, With a shovel up out of reach somewhere
    Yeah, someone pour it in, Make it a dirt dance floor again
    Say your prayers and stomp it out, When they bring that chorus in

    [Chorus]
    I bleed it out digging deeper
    Just to throw it away

    I bleed it out
    [End Chorus]

    Go stop the show, Choppy words and a sloppy flow
    Shotgun opera lock and load, Cock it back and then watch it go
    Mama help me I’ve been cursed, Death is rolling in every verse
    Candy paint on his brand new hearse, Can’t contain him he knows he works
    Fuck this hurts, I won’t lie, Doesn’t matter how hard I try
    Half the words don’t mean a thing, And I know that I wont be satisfied
    So why try ignoring him, Make it a dirt dance floor again
    Say your prayers and stomp it out, When they bring that chorus in

    I’ve opened up these scars, I’ll make you face this
    I’ve pulled myself so far, I’ll make you, face, this, now!!!!

  • Fading

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    February 1, 2012 /  Here & Now, Verses

    Can the Owl feel my fury? See my blood as it boils in my veins?! How frustrating to not get the satisfaction of finding my flesh connecting with his. How embarrassing. My rage obscures. I miss. His betrayal hurts me like no-other.  Surprising. Shocking even. I miss him. I truly don’t like sleeping alone. His presence alone is enough to fend off the hanging nightmares that plague my dreams.

    Perhaps the Wolf is right. They are Lithmorran. They can never hope to understand. They will betray. Lie. Not to be trusted. But who then? Where can my loyalties lie ? Who is worthy of my trust?

    The Ox loathes me. And still, I can’t help shaking off the want that I don’t want to want.

    The Rat turns his back to me, eager to learn how to fly. I drag him down. I let him go. Maybe it will be good to see if he can soar.

    The Snake. Oh, the snake. You are another kettle of fish altogether. I really don’t know what to do, or make of you.  Slippery. I want to push you. Test you. Play with you.

    The Bird. You lend me your secrets. And you bear mine. Neither of us looking at each other quite the same. Tip-toeing around each other now, both wishing we had never said a word. Wondering if the other will betray.

    Wolf in sheeps clothing. I still wonder what manner of creature you are. I think I know. I wonder if you know I know? I am a little scared.

     

    My nomadic mind.
    It can’t think straight.
    The wine made it worse.
    But there was just a little taste..
    Truly I am not drunk. (I can’t be)
    But my silent protest.
    At the world.
    And all of those around me.
    At myself.
    And the injustice of it all.
    Goes un-noticed.
    I bleed out.

     

    Meow?

     

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