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Date Posted: 13:51:39 12/21/02 Sat
Author: Heighan
Subject: ...unborn...

If those were to judge on the folds of his cloak, resting eyes on only the outer appearance of his very self, then his intention was stilled. Only those that peered into the crease of his hood, trying to belong to the gaze he possessed or stealing a look of his face did the anger well inside of him. Because laughter hid its cruel face behind a mask. Because he entered what would be the middle of his end. He would seek out, find out, and get out. A colony deserving of more chances, life breathing through a hole broken in their spirits...always giving breath and drawing none. To save them, or to die? Together, a will and a way would find the peace of lives strung happily...but the will was not strong enough alone. He must find the boy...or he must find the way. Because he had a will. Because the mask was even hidden from him, so that laughter may never be seen. Slipping past, though in the open. He stops in teh midst of the quiet square with a solemn look upon his tired, veiled face. The old man begins to grin, but the corners of his mouth ache too much to contain such unneeded amusement. But he stands. Alone.

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((OOC: Guess who??? Hehe. I can't write characters that aren't mysterious. It's NOT my style!))


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