Tuesday, January 06, 2004
Character: Alessia Salvatici
Game: Sailor Myth
Another day at Pan e Vida, another day to chase Antonio around and wait for the regular customers to arrive. Alessia had been awake since quarter til six that morning, courtesy of the smell of warm bread and familiar laughter downstairs. She could have been grumpy, but there were worse ways to be pulled out of a nice dream and into a new day.
She stifled a yawn and pulled the highchair around to the side of the counter. Lunchtime soon, and it didn't make sense for her to sit in the kitchen when the little cherub would take a half hour to pick and nibble at the food in front of him. Besides, having a cute child in the front was good for business, Noemi had said time and time again. Swinging Antonio up in her arms, she bestowed a flurry of kisses on cheeks and tummy before buckling him into the chair. Giving him a bit of day-old bread to gnaw on, Alessia disappeared into the back to get the plate of meat and cheese she'd sliced earlier during his nap.
Game: Sailor Myth
Another day at Pan e Vida, another day to chase Antonio around and wait for the regular customers to arrive. Alessia had been awake since quarter til six that morning, courtesy of the smell of warm bread and familiar laughter downstairs. She could have been grumpy, but there were worse ways to be pulled out of a nice dream and into a new day.
She stifled a yawn and pulled the highchair around to the side of the counter. Lunchtime soon, and it didn't make sense for her to sit in the kitchen when the little cherub would take a half hour to pick and nibble at the food in front of him. Besides, having a cute child in the front was good for business, Noemi had said time and time again. Swinging Antonio up in her arms, she bestowed a flurry of kisses on cheeks and tummy before buckling him into the chair. Giving him a bit of day-old bread to gnaw on, Alessia disappeared into the back to get the plate of meat and cheese she'd sliced earlier during his nap.
Monday, January 05, 2004
Character: A'mael Valaen'huine, Empress of the Kuraijin
Game: Shades of Grey
"Senshi."
For so long it had been a curse, an ugly epithet spat in frustration and grief. Now, the delicate figure of the Empress whispered it in the dark, her voice honeyed and cajoling. The soft rustle of satin accompanied slow deliberate steps as she circled her prey. A lesser woman might have required a whip, a chain, or another means of torture. A'mael required naught but the tone of her voice and the abilities she possessed within.
"Senshi, you are in the presence of the Empress of the Kuraijin," she called, her words soft in the wet darkness. "Should you not kneel?"
Kneel. With her right hand, she pressed her palm to the air roughly, shoving nothingness down to the cold floor.
Kneel, you murderous witch, and beg forgiveness.
Game: Shades of Grey
"Senshi."
For so long it had been a curse, an ugly epithet spat in frustration and grief. Now, the delicate figure of the Empress whispered it in the dark, her voice honeyed and cajoling. The soft rustle of satin accompanied slow deliberate steps as she circled her prey. A lesser woman might have required a whip, a chain, or another means of torture. A'mael required naught but the tone of her voice and the abilities she possessed within.
"Senshi, you are in the presence of the Empress of the Kuraijin," she called, her words soft in the wet darkness. "Should you not kneel?"
Kneel. With her right hand, she pressed her palm to the air roughly, shoving nothingness down to the cold floor.
Kneel, you murderous witch, and beg forgiveness.
Sunday, January 04, 2004
Character: Elena Healy
Game: Sailor Myth
She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and checked her reflection in the rearview mirror of the car. Was everything okay? There wasn't too much eyeshadow, was there? Frantically, she licked the edge of her pinky finger and tried to blend the soft vanilla into the powdered cappucino.
The names that people assigned to makeup were asinine, Elena decided.
Better. Another layer of cherry chapstick over her lips, and she declared herself finished. Snapping her tiny purse shut, she pulled the keys from the ignition with trembling hands.
Third date. Why should I be so damned worried?
Game: Sailor Myth
She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and checked her reflection in the rearview mirror of the car. Was everything okay? There wasn't too much eyeshadow, was there? Frantically, she licked the edge of her pinky finger and tried to blend the soft vanilla into the powdered cappucino.
The names that people assigned to makeup were asinine, Elena decided.
Better. Another layer of cherry chapstick over her lips, and she declared herself finished. Snapping her tiny purse shut, she pulled the keys from the ignition with trembling hands.
Third date. Why should I be so damned worried?
