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Jun. 5th, 2007
ivy skribbles
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2light4dark.livejournal.comsitting on the park bench feeling the hot air on her skin, strangly was carming. for once ivy had stilled her mind casting out all but one thought. it felt empty not not think more than one train of thoughs, puzzling out five difrent problems at once. it was a skill, one she still kept hidden lest others found out and that would nolonger leaver her free.
how do you get in a room with no door. vagly she rembers a odd story about a room like that from her childhood, yes it was english class. they was doing something else in the text sorce book, it was borring and she had read it twice befor they half the class was into the first paragraph. but the tital had cought her eye as she had skimmed thought. felt that formiller tough of look hear little one a puzzle and so ivy had read it.
the sory was vage and to be in a gcse text book probaly held little of the truth left, just a fleeting shadow. like the memory now.
hintting at a posable way to help, if only she could catch the ghost. a room with no door. as a child she would have said magic and left it at that. now the words magic ment so much more. her power to hide was magic. what others of the sect could do with a little blood was magic. yet neather was.
shadows lenthen as she sits, no one noticers her. they shy away with out knowing why. there brains telling them on a base leval that keeps man alive, danger and keep away. ivy was not pritty, ivy could baily walk her limbs so twisted and unable to suport her. pain raced up and down her body, but realy was nothing she had not got used to over her 10 years. getting up she shambles, left side leading and it was only the fact her right was conected to it that the right came potesting. two steps dragging that unfaithful limb and it would give out, causing her to stumble and stop. gritted teath holding back her anoyance. oh she could fix it, force blood to straighten out the arm from its clawed form tightly held to her body. force blood to the leg and it would let her walk like a teen again. it was her choice to run the rish of one of the other packs seeing her so..... so week.....so nosfratu......it made her smile.
in the dark she had set whispers, sent her little plan in motion, it would inrish the sect. by them a little time. looking at the big dam of problems the sabbat had, her little finger in one hole was nothing. but then if she took it out then fracutres would happen and not even the grat vladimear zanatosa could hold that dam in place. oh let them run at the dam head long. ivy would be quite happy to do her little things in the shadows, did they even realise she was there?
" time will tell my lady, it will see if they rember that the world is made of many parts and not all of them grand."
so how do you get into a room with no door. she smiles. make your own door or better still remove the room, then the problem is no more but had moved to a difrent form. dragging her form back to her nightly walks, it would be longer tonight than normal, just a cupple of jobs left but that was just the tip of the ice burg to hold her suwers in safety.
how do you get in a room with no door. vagly she rembers a odd story about a room like that from her childhood, yes it was english class. they was doing something else in the text sorce book, it was borring and she had read it twice befor they half the class was into the first paragraph. but the tital had cought her eye as she had skimmed thought. felt that formiller tough of look hear little one a puzzle and so ivy had read it.
the sory was vage and to be in a gcse text book probaly held little of the truth left, just a fleeting shadow. like the memory now.
hintting at a posable way to help, if only she could catch the ghost. a room with no door. as a child she would have said magic and left it at that. now the words magic ment so much more. her power to hide was magic. what others of the sect could do with a little blood was magic. yet neather was.
shadows lenthen as she sits, no one noticers her. they shy away with out knowing why. there brains telling them on a base leval that keeps man alive, danger and keep away. ivy was not pritty, ivy could baily walk her limbs so twisted and unable to suport her. pain raced up and down her body, but realy was nothing she had not got used to over her 10 years. getting up she shambles, left side leading and it was only the fact her right was conected to it that the right came potesting. two steps dragging that unfaithful limb and it would give out, causing her to stumble and stop. gritted teath holding back her anoyance. oh she could fix it, force blood to straighten out the arm from its clawed form tightly held to her body. force blood to the leg and it would let her walk like a teen again. it was her choice to run the rish of one of the other packs seeing her so..... so week.....so nosfratu......it made her smile.
in the dark she had set whispers, sent her little plan in motion, it would inrish the sect. by them a little time. looking at the big dam of problems the sabbat had, her little finger in one hole was nothing. but then if she took it out then fracutres would happen and not even the grat vladimear zanatosa could hold that dam in place. oh let them run at the dam head long. ivy would be quite happy to do her little things in the shadows, did they even realise she was there?
" time will tell my lady, it will see if they rember that the world is made of many parts and not all of them grand."
so how do you get into a room with no door. she smiles. make your own door or better still remove the room, then the problem is no more but had moved to a difrent form. dragging her form back to her nightly walks, it would be longer tonight than normal, just a cupple of jobs left but that was just the tip of the ice burg to hold her suwers in safety.
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