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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 11, 2006 18:06:07 GMT -5
Christine made her way up to the stage and listened to the opening melody to the song before slowly beginning to sing. "I know you think of me like a delicate china doll. That I will break if you touch me like a delicate china doll.
I don't think of me that way - I'm real and I am strong. I don't see myself each day barely hanging on.
I need to eat and sleep like a person who's alive. And do you have to push me and pull my sleeve and leave before I die?
I don't think of me that way - I'm flesh and I am bones. I don't see myself each day smashed out on the stones. I will be picking up the pieces and I will glue them on my own."
She did a softly trailing up and down the scale before sliding back into the song. "If you really think of me like a delicate china doll... Then don't breathe, talk, or touch me in case I break like a china doll.
I don't think of me that way - I'm flesh and I am bones. I don't see myself each day smashed out on the stones. I will be picking up the pieces and I will glue them on my own. Well I am picking up the pieces and I will glue them on my own."
She had been watching the audience as she sang, trying to pick out her team when she saw something that made her blood run cold.
*Him*. At the bar. Watching *her*.
Her hand instinctively went to her throat.
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Post by Random NPC on Jul 11, 2006 18:32:26 GMT -5
With a slow smile spreading across his face, Ribestaus knew that the girl had finally noticed him. Knew that she was wondering why he was here. Knew that she was afraid - as she should be. Casting a glance over his shoulder, Ribestaus looked around the club. Yes, it was true - her precious teammates were no where in sight. Perfect. This way there would be no interrupting his plans to bring pain onto that princling by taking away his precious darling.
Downing his glass of liquor, Ribestaus continued to watch Christine, knowing that tonight she would not be as lucky as she had been that night in the palace or that night in her dorm room. It wasn't that he wanted to kill her - it was just that he must. It was the only way to make things right. It was the only way to right the wrong that had been Athene's death.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 11, 2006 18:52:34 GMT -5
Christine found herself growing a bit frantic - but tried to not show it. That was the last thing she wanted. She wasn't going to let that elf see her afraid. "True, everybody has a dream, if we just believe, we can have it, I know we can
All we gotta do is try, and it's hard sometimes, but we're never gonna turn back....
Think about it, work it out, and all is possible, anything and everything we want, we can get,
Make a plan and understand that we're unstoppable, How ever long it takes, You know we'll win in the end....
We're never gonna give up, Oh no, never gonna give in, Can't be shaken, We don't hold back, we can see that, All our dreams are waitin',
Never gonna give up, Oh no, Never gonna give in, We can make it, We can't be stopped, Get what we want, See the chance, we take it....
Strong, And we're never gonna fall, We can have it all, Nothing's gonna stand in our way (our way),
When you know you've got a dream, In your heart, believe, And there's nothing that you can't face....
Think about it, work it out, and all is possible, Anything and everything we want, we can get,
Make a plan and understand, 'cause we're unstoppable, How ever long it takes, You know we'll win in the end....
We're never gonna give up, Oh no, never gonna give in, Can't be shaken, We don't hold back, we can see that, All our dreams are waitin',
Never gonna give up, Oh no, Never gonna give in, We can make it, We can't be stopped, Get what we want, See the chance, we take it....
Gotta go for it, gotta know that you can, If at first you don't succeed, try, try again,
Gotta realize it, gotta know in your heart, That you can do anything, and you can be a star.... You can be a star, nothing's gonna stop....
We're never gonna give up, Oh no, never gonna give in, Can't be shaken, We don't hold back, we can see that, All our dreams are waitin',
Never gonna give up, Oh no, Never gonna give in, We can make it, We can't be stopped, Get what we want, See the chance, we take it....
We're never gonna give up, Oh no, never gonna give in, Can't be shaken, We don't hold back, we can see that, All our dreams are waitin',
Never gonna give up, Oh no, Never gonna give in, We can make it, We can't be stopped, Get what we want, See the chance, we take it....
Never gonna give up, Oh no, never gonna give in...." she sang, hoping to fool herself into calming down.
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Post by Random NPC on Jul 17, 2006 22:44:38 GMT -5
Ribestaus could not help but smile at Christine's futile attempt to make it appear that she was not afraid of him. Yes, perhaps she was fooling her other patrons - since none of them seemed to be coming to her rescue - but what she did not know about him was that he knew each and every face of fear. Hers was no exception. For example, her eyes were darting around the crowds much too quickly and she kept twirling a lock of her hair. That told him that she was nervous and that she was trying to distract herself - but also, that it wasn't working.
Momentarily pitying the girl, Ribestaus shrugged that feeling aside as he again reminded himself that he was only doing what he had to do.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 18, 2006 5:42:21 GMT -5
"One day we will witness a smoke plume in the distance. Far away on the blue horizon, and then, a ship upon the ocean, and the ship is painted white. It sails into the harbor. The salute booms, cannons roar - he's returned once more. I don't go to meet him...Not I, I wait on the hill, watching for him. Wait for him, I watch for a very long time. I do not tire of this endless waiting. And from the crowded city, I see a man now, a tiny little speck. Oh! It's making its way up the hill now. Can it be? Can it be? And when he's here, I wonder... What he'll say, what he'll say. He will call, Butterfly, called from a distance. And I'll refuse to answer, and I'm staying in hiding. A bit for teasing, and a bit so I don't die from our reunion. And he will call out in concern, call out my name, call out my name. Oh! "Piccina, my little blossom, my lemon-scented flower," the nicknames he used, when he came to see me. This will all come to be. I can promise. Keep your fears from me, my faith makes me fearless. I wait!" Christine sang, her voice soaring over the high notes before breaking while in mid-note during the word "wait" and then hitting it again a breath later. Only a select few sopranos could pull that off.
She only hoped that she could keep her show going for as long as she could before she had to leave the stage to get a drink to soothe her would be sore throat. Her blue eyes watched him watch her.
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