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Post by +-Kira-+ on Feb 14, 2010 13:44:01 GMT -8
Kira imagined a garden of roses...all the lovely colors. The man in the story would feel right at home.
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Post by Ushio Lamperouge on Feb 14, 2010 13:44:31 GMT -8
Ushio listened silently to the story that Kaname Sama was telling....
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Post by Kita on Feb 14, 2010 13:46:04 GMT -8
Kita sighed to herself closing her eyes she blocked out everything in the room, but the soft calming tone of Kaname's voice as he read.
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Post by Kuran Kaname on Feb 14, 2010 13:51:36 GMT -8
Kaname held up the picture. It showed the man laying on the ground covered in a light snow, half covered by his cloak, half by the rose bush. The ground was littered with white petals, some caught in his hair. In his hand, he was cupping a small purple rose, only begun to open. Kaname waited for a moment and turned the page. "Despite winter ending the roses' life, the man didn't dislike the change. Winter was part of life. The gloom of the winter made the roses blooming after the spring rains even more glorious.
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Post by Ushio Lamperouge on Feb 14, 2010 13:54:19 GMT -8
Ushio gave a side glance to the picture, she knew that she would never be able to accpet death as being part of life.
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Post by Kita on Feb 14, 2010 14:04:03 GMT -8
"Winter a time of rest for nature, but nature gets a new beginning every spring." Kita thought to herself. She gave a silent sigh still thinking. "All things must end. Even life has an end with a new beginning."
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Post by Kuran Kaname on Feb 14, 2010 14:17:23 GMT -8
"The man payed little attention to the people he met on his travels, except perhaps to give a rose to a passing girl. He liked the way women handled the roses and how a red rose's color seemed to shadow women's cheeks. He rarely noticed the looks the men gave him of surprise, suspicion, and anger." Kaname held the book up. The painting was of a slender hand extending a red rose.
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Keome
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Post by Keome on Feb 14, 2010 14:26:36 GMT -8
Keome could picture the story perfectly. "To be devoted so much to just one thing." She thought in wonder. She waited for the next few lines, listening to Kaname's voice paint the life of this man.
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Post by Kuran Kaname on Feb 14, 2010 14:31:10 GMT -8
Kaname turned the page, sighing at the relaxed stillness around him "So time passed." He held up the book and showed a silhouette of the man walking down a evergreen path, hair and cloak whipping in the wind.
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Post by Kita on Feb 14, 2010 14:41:31 GMT -8
Kita's eyes opened quickly as her relaxed state left her behind. She sat up in her seat and waited for Kaname to read the next few lines to them. She pondered on the thought that ran ramped in her mind.
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Post by +-Kira-+ on Feb 14, 2010 14:45:57 GMT -8
Kira looked at Kita curiously, but didn't make a sound to address anything. She sat still, listening and watching.
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Post by Kuran Kaname on Feb 14, 2010 14:51:49 GMT -8
Setting the book back on his knee, he turned the page. Kaname caught Kita's glance with a question in his eye, reading on from memory. "The man might have continued life like this if hadn't been for that rainy day."
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Post by Kita on Feb 14, 2010 15:01:00 GMT -8
Kita nodded at Kaname to continue. She wanted to hear more before she released her thoughts to the room.
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Post by Kuran Kaname on Feb 14, 2010 15:08:55 GMT -8
"Rain drenched his cloak and ran down his cheekbones, chilling him slightly. However, he didn't stop walking. The road was clear and he enjoyed his solitude."
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Post by +-Kira-+ on Feb 14, 2010 15:28:34 GMT -8
Kira felt sad for the man...she disliked the rain. It always made her sad.
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