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<center>Scarlet hair cascades around a face of sharp fragility: high cheekbones and wide grey eyes, bone structure as strong and delicate as driftwood. Against her pallor, her hair stands out: startling red, loose past her shoulder blades, bright as fire, as love, as a warning. She's small and slender, 5'4", and looks to be in her mid to late 20s. Her long-fingered pale hands flutter, always pushing the hair back from her face, and her expression speaks of sweetness and something stranger. Her lilting accent is not American. <BR><br>She wears a black silk shift dress and black sandals, straps twining up bare calves, and mis-matched gloves, her right fingerless lace and the left full-fingered silk. Her jacket is navy leather, the back decorated with strange, white, abstract patterns - seaweed, fish, octopi - a bizarre heraldry of undersea. <P><P><P></center> | <center>Scarlet hair cascades around a face of sharp fragility: high cheekbones and wide grey eyes, bone structure as strong and delicate as driftwood. Against her pallor, her hair stands out: startling red, loose past her shoulder blades, bright as fire, as love, as a warning. She's small and slender, 5'4", and looks to be in her mid to late 20s. Her long-fingered pale hands flutter, always pushing the hair back from her face, and her expression speaks of sweetness and something stranger. Her lilting accent is not American. <BR><br>She wears a black silk shift dress and black sandals, straps twining up bare calves, and mis-matched gloves, her right fingerless lace and the left full-fingered silk. Her jacket is navy leather, the back decorated with strange, white, abstract patterns - seaweed, fish, octopi - a bizarre heraldry of undersea. <P><P><P></center> | ||
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<center><I>”Night is my sister, and how deep in love,<BR>How drowned in love, and weedily washed ashore<BR>At the tide’s edge, I lie. These things and more . . . <p>Small chance, however, in a storm so black,<BR>A man will leave his friendly fire and snug<BR>For a drowned woman's sake, and bring her back<BR>To drip and scatter shells upon the rug.” </i><P>(Edna St. Vincent Millay)</center> | <center><I>”Night is my sister, and how deep in love,<BR>How drowned in love, and weedily washed ashore<BR>At the tide’s edge, I lie. These things and more . . . <p>Small chance, however, in a storm so black,<BR>A man will leave his friendly fire and snug<BR>For a drowned woman's sake, and bring her back<BR>To drip and scatter shells upon the rug.” </i><P>(Edna St. Vincent Millay)</center> | ||
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♦ The Ocean/The Sea: ♦ The Street: ♦ The University: ♦ Art:
She wears a black silk shift dress and black sandals, straps twining up bare calves, and mis-matched gloves, her right fingerless lace and the left full-fingered silk. Her jacket is navy leather, the back decorated with strange, white, abstract patterns - seaweed, fish, octopi - a bizarre heraldry of undersea.
How drowned in love, and weedily washed ashore At the tide’s edge, I lie. These things and more . . . Small chance, however, in a storm so black, (Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Aramis: Who are you? That talk - a devastating depth of poetic recognition. Blair: Wonderful sea enthusiasm. I want to know more about your project. Bobbi: Wise and grounded, you can make metal into dream. Bodie: "CPR, man? really??!!" [ok, sorry, he's an NPC, but he's fucking hilarious. He makes the list!] Cleo: an unusual midnight surf instructor. Conn: You're incredibly wise, and you cherish dear Wick. I really hope to get to know you more. De Gris: Diogenes’ Just Man. I want to discuss ethics some more. Delphine: Maenad bacchanalia, with a classical edge. Let’s tear up the world and make it a song. Evie: A fascinating field of study! Floyd: I am still amazed at what you did. The sheer gallantry! Incredible! Hardy: Guardian. You carve like a dream, and give the most wonderful hugs. Hayden: Such a kind person! And a great choice in jackets. Hop: We disagree about seals, but you have a point! Jolene: Beautiful, gracious and multi-talented. I love your interdisciplinary approach. Kabin: Wonderful linguist and academic collaborator! And FANTASTIC hugs! Kai: Relaxed and friendly. You love the sea with all your heart. Katie: Enchanting, so light of heart, with hints of such shadows overcome. Molly: Glittering data edifices -- and kindness. We must talk more! Merek: We must discuss hierarchies of enlightenment some more. Olivine: I love and respect your geological passion. Phil: You make me grin, and ridiculously happy. Rick: So sweet with Katie. A really nice guy. Also fab comrade for surfing practice. Roger: I applaud the possibility of culinary adventurousness. Sara Jane: You’re tough and charming. And obscure journals are my favorite journals. Santino: Fascinating music and an interesting person! Seraphine: You kinda made me drop a book of verbs on my face, but I don't mind :D Sin-Eater: You are so very sweet with Ann, and such a friend to Floyd. Tabin: Charming, and loves boats! We should all go on a group scuba dive soon! Thea: Please do tell me more about Greek poetry of the sea! Typhanie: I adore your exuberance, and Willow is a darling. I'd love to hang out. Wick: Sunshine Twin. You understand me.
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