nightcrossed: (Embarrassed)
Am I the only person who's observing a pattern? I think everyone's overreacting. There's no way all of us were involved in matrimony.

[Private; Unhackable.]
This is absurd! The flood of memories seems far too convenient. It's nearly Valentine's Day, and I'm certain the fact that other people are also remembering "being married" is no coincidence at all. It wouldn't make any sense for the island population to be made up almost entirely of couples; most of us don't even come from the same worlds and


Getting worked up over this is foolish, regardless of how convincing it might have been. It's not real. It's not. It's


...there's obviously something wrong with me.

[[OOC: Cue MAJOR awkward. Tear's trying to remain rational about all this, really, but she's kind of horribly failing at it.]]
nightcrossed: (Piano)
[Music can be heard echoing softly against the church's walls and ceiling. The piano in the corner has been dusted and polished. It's currently occupied. Tear's sitting there, her hands moving carefully across the keys and her eyes fixed in concentration at the hymnal propped open in front of her. She's only been practicing with the piano for a few months when she has free time, so the manner in which she's playing is by no means complex. Rather, it's very simple, but at least the notes are right. The words come just as soft, and perhaps a little sad. The actual meaning, something from a religion completely foreign to her, having evaded her understanding, but the feeling is there.]

O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.

[Hymn #13]

Apr. 8th, 2009 09:45 pm
nightcrossed: (Listening)
((OOC: Ohgosh, must break up hiatus posts. D= ))

Would anyone happen to have enough free time in the evenings to teach me how to fight?

Just the basics would be fine, and I wouldn't be asking you to do it for free.

I think going on like this... being a completely inexperienced fighter... might be more of a danger than anything out there in the woods. I don't know why I feel I need to learn how to use these things. I guess it's because they're there. They came here with me, so they must have some importance. Right? Why would I have weapons if my aim is so terrible in the first place? Or perhaps I have to remember how to fight in order to use them properly.


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