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Entry 240; Day 582
Dec. 8th, 2008 05:03 pm[Voice Post Begins]
((Click))
((Soft shuffling sounds, the sounds of coat pockets and wind, of dead leaves and water.))
I know...
((A long pause.))
I know you're right, but...I don't know why. Ever since I touched you for the first time, I can't stop wanting... To watch you smile, to touch your hair, to be as close to you as I possibly can.
((Another pause, brief shuffling again.))
Am I not even allowed such simple pleasures as these? It's not so much to ask is it?
((A very long pause...))
Why do you deny me this, God?
One of a thousand wild roses in a field...
I would still find you...
((Shuffling, a sliding thump: he's on his knees reeling from the end of the vision.))
((A moment passes; he realises the Network device is recording. Angrily, he turns it off.))
((Click))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: Go go, accidental voice post. !=NO FILTERS=! Crai ;.; Yes, Meridiana memories. Imagine Cain fumbling around in the gardens outside the opera house, embracing nothing, pledging love to empty air, with the cellphone/PDA thing Riff gave him ages ago in his pocket. And that got turned on accidentally--maybe the curse did it.]
((Click))
((Soft shuffling sounds, the sounds of coat pockets and wind, of dead leaves and water.))
I know...
((A long pause.))
I know you're right, but...I don't know why. Ever since I touched you for the first time, I can't stop wanting... To watch you smile, to touch your hair, to be as close to you as I possibly can.
((Another pause, brief shuffling again.))
Am I not even allowed such simple pleasures as these? It's not so much to ask is it?
((A very long pause...))
Why do you deny me this, God?
One of a thousand wild roses in a field...
I would still find you...
((Shuffling, a sliding thump: he's on his knees reeling from the end of the vision.))
((A moment passes; he realises the Network device is recording. Angrily, he turns it off.))
((Click))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: Go go, accidental voice post. !=NO FILTERS=! Crai ;.; Yes, Meridiana memories. Imagine Cain fumbling around in the gardens outside the opera house, embracing nothing, pledging love to empty air, with the cellphone/PDA thing Riff gave him ages ago in his pocket. And that got turned on accidentally--maybe the curse did it.]