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At the Judy-house.
An' felt like posting somthin' so I think I'm gonna paste in the latest from 'chosen' 'cause I like it. :)
(Guess what we were wathing when I thought thisone up ;)
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Houjun stood in the center of a large hall, filled with people in odd costumes. Her mind felt fuzzy, but she remembered there was something she was looking for... someone she had to find...
Her eyes widened as she caught sight of a grey-haired youth across the room, looking at her with saddened red-coloured eyes.
"Kaworu...." she breathed in disbelief. She began to push her way towards him through the crowd, but lost sight of him as a pair of women in large dresses swept by. When they had passed, he was gone.
'Kaworu?!" she called, trying to find him again.
There was a flash of blond across her vision and she turned to see an ice-blue eyed, long haired man smirking at her from near by. 'The other Chosen...' she thought as she stared at him, eyes narrowing. A small sound of protest made her look at the man's side, where the Great One was struggling to free himself from the Chosen of the East's vice-like grip, expression pained and panicked.
The blond man gave a mocking bow and began dragging the boy away, into the crowd. Houjun was about to follow when she again spotted Kaworu, heading in the opposite direction. She hesitated, mind torn between which to follow. Before she could make a decision, an agonized scream shot through the room. The crowd froze and began crumbling into nothingness, and Kaworu's image vanished, as did the room itself. Slowly, she turned to see the Chosen of the East smirking at her, holding the still heart of the Great One in his hand.
(Guess what we were wathing when I thought thisone up ;)
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Houjun stood in the center of a large hall, filled with people in odd costumes. Her mind felt fuzzy, but she remembered there was something she was looking for... someone she had to find...
Her eyes widened as she caught sight of a grey-haired youth across the room, looking at her with saddened red-coloured eyes.
"Kaworu...." she breathed in disbelief. She began to push her way towards him through the crowd, but lost sight of him as a pair of women in large dresses swept by. When they had passed, he was gone.
'Kaworu?!" she called, trying to find him again.
There was a flash of blond across her vision and she turned to see an ice-blue eyed, long haired man smirking at her from near by. 'The other Chosen...' she thought as she stared at him, eyes narrowing. A small sound of protest made her look at the man's side, where the Great One was struggling to free himself from the Chosen of the East's vice-like grip, expression pained and panicked.
The blond man gave a mocking bow and began dragging the boy away, into the crowd. Houjun was about to follow when she again spotted Kaworu, heading in the opposite direction. She hesitated, mind torn between which to follow. Before she could make a decision, an agonized scream shot through the room. The crowd froze and began crumbling into nothingness, and Kaworu's image vanished, as did the room itself. Slowly, she turned to see the Chosen of the East smirking at her, holding the still heart of the Great One in his hand.
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(Damnit, I'm bored damn yew and there's no new Damocles to help me figger out what to do wif this 'fic...)
Meh?
An' I'm workin' on it.... *sigh*
['tis the problem with fans, no? ;)]
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