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Sunday, 12 April 2009

She stared transfixed at the window as the spider continued to weave its web with an artists pace. This same spider had been there for thirty-one days, having to remake its web every time it was wiped away by the cleaners.

A joyful scream from the other side of the window, the bright side, rattled her concentration and she sighed with annoyance. She almost leaned forward to glance out but she already knew that the other children were playing soccer, just like they did every Thursday and Tuesday. Rayne loathed the way their voices filtered into her sanctuary but otherwise ignored it. She quickly drew the new web design on the page in her notebook. When she finished she placed it back beneath the floorboard under the window, hidden by the reading desk.

Rayne returned the board and reached for the closest book on the shelf, only to pause as the voice whispered to her. "You read all you could want to know from that one yesterday." She retracted her hand and continued to watch the spider; the voice had never steered her wrong before. She began to wonder how much longer the spider could survive in the walls of Wammy's House. In some distant part of the library she heard the ever constant clack of puzzles pieces being placed in their frame.

Over time she had grown used to that too. Only one other person frequented her library sanctuary on evenings such as these when the summer heat waned and children could play well into the night. Rayne had never caught his name but he was an odd boy with unique coloring. His hair was fluffy and white like sheep wool yet his eyes resembled cut coal. She leaned around the corner of the bookcase to check his whereabouts. He was sitting near the law section, nimble hands never ceasing their pace.

She did not mind his invasion. Rayne personally thought he was mute for he never said a word. As long as he did not bother her, she could stand him.
Profiles

Name: Near (Nate River)
Age: 13
Ethnicity: Human? x3;
Occupation: Whammy student
Personality:
Near is a cold, emotionless child. Always the top of his classes, other children often envy his level of intelligence. Just the same, some envy runs deeper in others and because of that, Near has a few enemies. The most notable of which is "Number Two" in ranking at Whammy's House, constantly attempting to get the best of Near, however always falling short.
It could be said that Near somewhat idolizes L, but if it's true, he hides it well. Canon-verse, he seemed utterly unfazed by the news of L's death, as he reacts to every other aspect in his life. True, he isn't lacking in emotion as much as his mentor, though any emotion he allows is typically sarcastic.
History:
Seriously, Near isn't known for a history or nothin'. Mostly just that he's an orphan and whatnot, lives at Whammy's, hated by Mello, pretty much hates everything, et cetera~ Sorry I can't make this longer... Everything else's long, though, ne? ;3 Oh, by the way, this is Jan, and the Near from Innocence. Hiya~! 83
Fears/Faults: Apathetic, arrogant, proud, obnoxious
Virtues: Power of observation, intelligence, strong will, mature sense of justice.
Anything Else: Near....Near pretty much hates Kira. X3

Name: Rayne, a.k.a Jazz Collins.
Age: Fourteen.
Ethnicity: One fourth Irish, three fourths British.
Occupation: Wammy student.
Appearance:
Rayne is small for her age and the prospect of you growing much taller is slim. Her skin is a healthy pale. She has blonde hair but her Irish roots break through with her clover colored eyes.
Personality:
Rayne is distant, a tad paranoid, and rarely converses with others. She would rather spend her time reading and observing her surroundings.
If she does manage to forge a bond with a person than she becomes fiercely protective and loyal to a fault. She would give her life to someone who managed to win her trust, though she herself believes this impossible.
History:
Rayne witnessed the slaughter her mother at the tender age of six. Shortly after, the “voice” was born. Like most children who have suffered such trauma, Rayne could easily turn homicidal with the slightest nudge. To cope, her mind developed such things like the voice as a split personality. More like schizophrenia, it searches for the urge to kill in others and helps her tame her own urges.
A month after her mother’s death she was taken in by Wammy’s House, only passing the psychological tests by bluffing and listening to advice from “the voice”. As she got older, she devoted more of her time to studying and observing her new home or occupants, not caring for contact with others. Not to say she was unpleasant but more apathetic.
She started keeping notes on her observations at the age of twelve and hides them under a lose floorboard in the library. Whenever she feels she can no longer stay in the company of the other orphans she hides under her bed and only leaving for classes.
Fears/Faults: People, "the voice", losing control.
Virtues: Curious.
Alliance: Respects the idea of L.
Strengths: Observation.
Weaknesses: Chocolate.
Likes: Books.
Dislikes: People.

Wednesday, 07 January 2009

Queen's Pearl

Why is it the forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest, as if sheltering it in its own secluded groove somehow purifies the traces of poison that so often litter the beings around it? Perhaps it is the purity itself that attracts and not the sweetness of the nectar. Regardless, such temptation should be ignored at all costs, for who knows how it may turn. While I was once the lamb lured by the dark energy of the lion, I am now the lion stalking the lamb. What a world of sorrow this wonderment holds.

Yet waiting for the prize after rigorous work is something worthwhile. Surpassing those who have tried to tread such worn ground and failed, leaving me with a smooth path where untold treasure may await. Feeling the queen’s pearl with my flesh is something I look forward to.

I am rambling.

I suppose what I am trying to say is that waiting is half the fun. At least that is what I suppose.