Name: Edward Elric Gender: Male Day of Birth: November, 1985 City/Town: Undefined Interests: Study, sure it seems boring but you learn things each and everyday. Alchemy and possible alternatives to the exchange principle. Finding that their are indeed other worlds out there we know so little about. Thus, ect.
Interests:I have the interest in many things. Chemicals to find. Casual events. And questions to solve. I live my life out this way so I am not to regret anything. But things don't always work out that way, that's why i am searching, and always will be......searching for answers that can never be found.Of course in modern day terms this would mean 1 thing; I have no life.XD Expertise:Art. Alchemy. The works. Occupation:Artist Industry:YOUR FACE!
His eyes gazed the floor looking at the wood indents and shadows cast on each, what once was a beautiful tree now lay a board below feet dusty and shined from the wearing of scuffling feet. The room was dark and unconditionally cold. His window sat cracked open letting in the brisk mid winter's chill as ice began to form around the sill of the crack. The eerie darkness of the room was only lit by a light underneath the door and the dying clouded day peeking in through the wooden blinds. Papers lay scattered and torn, and books hanging or at the foot of the rickety old bookshelf gathered dust and dirt. His emaciated body lay on its side on the hard bed which consisted entirely of a single mattress on a bed frame and a thin cotton blanket. His hair acted as a headrest; a relief from the flat cold surface of the old mattress. When he breathed his warm breath would bellow before him. His eyes vacantly continued its gaze at the floor below. No life held in them except for a small focus and unfocus every so often rendering that what little thought was going on behind those eyes was still there; vaguely. Maybe his thoughts weren't even his but his bodies reaction telling him to breath in and exhale out. His pale face finally gave off movement as he let out a cold sigh. The thin hand coming out from under the blanket, began grappling at a side table where a glass and bottle remained. It found the bottle, and tipped it to a glass pouring the substance slowly. Its cool amber color brought some fire to his once golden eyes. He placed the bottle back down and lifted the glass, carrying it to his face. The brim of the glass met his lips and with a small tip of his hand he began to gingerly drink the substance. It instantly brought warmth to his being the minute it touched his tongue. He closed his eyes in silence and subconsciously the glass slipped from his hand crashing to the floor just below the bed and spewing the remainder of the substance all over the wooden floor. The wooden floor greeted it with eagerness as it soaked it in like a parched beach would do a wave. His arm lay limply over the edge of the poor excuse of a bed and his mind swam into an internal abyss. The alcohol of the substance thick on his breath though its fire still brewed within him. It was the most comforting feeling he had experienced in those past months. His mind adrift he finally gave into a light sleep, his body giving a last sinking breath before it slowed. His ears deaf to the knock at his bedroom door which might've saved him that night.
((OOC:: yeah..... i could use a drink....-sigh- ))
Update: GYEAHAHAHA!! HAHAHA OMG I CANT STOP LAUGHING! ALL REGAURDS TO THIS ARTIST! YOu MADE MY DAY!.. or evening ( see's it's 3:31am) .
Watching the leaves, the last on the tree tops, blow to the earth below in a great gust, a park bench remained his trusty friend. A few children played at a nearby play structure. Their laughs echoed cheerfully through the winter afternoon. His breath like a billow of dragon smoke before him fell from his face for each breath he exhaled. The simple things in life seemed so complex now a days. 'This world was built on greed and want, nothing more.' he thought. Another child's innocent laugh broke his thoughts as he looked to a third child joining the two other who now played on a merry-go-round. He stared as the structure went round and round for a while than brushed his knees of a few fallen snow flakes and stood up. Cold air hit where his warm coat had left him exposed. He pulled it closer to him and rubbed his hands trying to gain body heat while walking from his friend of a bench and back home. Passing under street lights that grew a small shadow from the afternoon winter sun, he counted each he walked under and noted the shadows reflected on the ground. Approaching an oddly shaped shadow after a few ponderous counts, he lifted his head up to see two crows. Now normally one wouldn't think two crows are too much of a scandalous ideal. They were often seen as omens of death and sorrow and were even feared by townsfolk and tourist alike. They aren't creatures to be recognized with there own set of conscious. But these two crows on this cold winter afternoon made him stop in his tracks and observe. An immense amount of sorrow surrounded the two birds, but it wasn't implied for humans surrounding the couple. It was their own shared grief. One crow was slumped over looking down below at him with its glassy black eyes. Its posture with its arched wings gave evidence that it was under stress. The second crow, besides this one, had its eyes closed and was resting its beak and head in the first crows black plum on the back of its neck. They remained still. He watched as if he was watching two offspring or even two lovers share greif for a fallen loved one. Their pain was evident and their, what looked like, attempted embrace gave no bad omen. For a moment he felt for the pain they felt and he took a few steps closer for a better look. They heard his approach when his feet crunched in the thin snow and took off in a flight, leaving their comforting form and setting off into the now golden lit sky with their sorrowful panicked 'caws'. He watched them leave in slight disappointment and with a dust of hope that the two crows would do well. The golden rays now beamed on him through the trees. The late afternoon sun was setting and about to bring a cold front. Mothers and Fathers brought there children home from the park. An embrace of affection would exchange between the parents and children as they left the now falling cold park. Nothing remained in motion, except for the abandon swings and merry go round. They looked so lonely, he thought. But truth as it was, as was he. The children had there parents, the crows had one another, he had no one. Facing the facts as the park overcast a blue shadow on him, he moved from his standing position where the crows had been and began his slow walk to his lonely apartment. The two crows watched him leave in the top dark parts of the trees as they settled down for the night to encounter another day, this time without grief.
ooc: Hope its not as small as i think it is.
And because Xanga isn't cool enough to have the Lair soundtrack, here's my listning Stats.
~~Lair~~ by John Debney Track 39(?) Firestorm-Mokai Village <-- This game, might i add, is EPIC!!
Picture Medium-Mixed: charcoal, china marker, water color, spit (yes you heard me right, i was too lazy to get up and get water), graphite stick, pencil, and of course paper (bristol).
Sort of an experiments. Not at all as serious as i intended at first. To see more by me visit: www.annalwagner.deviantart.com
The snow fell in dark sheets blinding those who tried to
escape it and head for the shelter of a near inn or bar. It was the first snow
fall of the year coming unexpectedly early. Weather always seemed unpredictable
these days. One minute you’ll be walking through a warm city street atmosphere,
than in one snap and crack of lightening the sky would break and rain would
pour. It was displeasing when you were caught in the problematic middle of the
sudden storm. Now the unpredictable whether had come from winds and began to
snow. The heavy sheets almost flurried about dropping the temperature dramatically.
Soon an even snow fall fell, but those unexpected of the weather still fled
from the cold.
Ironically he had brought his coat along on such an odd occasion
of a day. His blond hair began to gather the soft snow flakes that screamed to
the ground in their dramatically dark sheets. Straitening his collar he began
to walk head first through the flurry set on the destination he wanted to achieve.
It wasn’t too much farther when he had reached his goal and rushed into the
shop quickly shutting the door to hold in the warm air that met his face as he
entered. The snow on his hair immediately melted leaving it damp and
uncomfortable but the warmth was none the less pleasing for now. He walked over to the shop window to set the
sign to ‘open’ even though he doubted anyone was willing to visit the little trinket-y
clock shop in such weather. Either way he seated himself behind the counter and
waited, setting a small tablet labeling his name for incoming costumers, on the
tablet the name read, “Edward Elric”.
((BTW, does someone care to explain to me the little trophy/gold emblem i have near my name whenever i post on someones blog? incl. my own? ))
