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May I ask a favor of you? [ ooc: Not back from hiatus, just breaking it for Rena. I promise I will eventually get to old RLs that need to be done, guys. I'm sorry I haven't gotten around to finishing them up.
Anyway, Rena will be getting a designer piece from Simon G. It has been placed in a small, white box, and blue ribbon has been tied around it vertically and horizontally. Looks very professional because l-lol, Quatre didn't tie the pretty bow. Underneath the bow is a little card that says "from Quatre" on one side and "happy birthday" in nice cursive handwriting on the other. ]Tags: apollo, hiatus, ic, locked, ooc, rena Current Location: L3 X-18999 Humeur actuelle: busy
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It seems I've put off visiting resource statellites long enough, and there are several meetings with colonial representatives I must make. I shouldn't be gone longer for more than a few weeks. I hope to return and see everyone soon. And River: Duo apologizes, but he has to leave for several weeks as well. He mentioned he'd try to contact you if he could. [ Locked to Rena; not hackable ]If anything begins to happen...let me know, please? [ ooc: Originally a longer post with a private part about Rena, how much he cares for little sister, and that he failed her like one of his biological sisters, who is dead. All deleted because virus'd Apollo and Cori has freaked him out to leaving asap. ]Tags: apollo, cori, duo, hakuna matata virus, hiatus, ic, locked, public, rena, work work work
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It seems among the many Winner traditions I have been upholding, running away is one of them. And it seems funny I would uphold that one; I hated my father for it and condemned it when he died, promised myself I would never do such a thing, and yet... Here I am: my father's son and ever the runner. I lost my courage, my faith in my convictions. The people have recovered, but the individuals...there are parents without children, families empty because of missing members, lovers incomplete with the dead, soldiers who cannot function as normal citizens. I couldn't believe in any righteous justification I've made, knowing that I've caused this broken generation; I can't believe it anymore. There will never be any justification that is right for the sorrow war causes; there are only 'should have's and 'could have's. We did what was right, but nothing rectifies the dead. Not even the aching desire to offer myself to them on my knees and palms up, to let them crucify me as I deserve. But I can't do that. I can't give up; I have to stand stronger, to not let their lives be in vain, to continue the fight of not achieving peace but maintaining it. That...that was what my father fought for. His path was different than mine, but I stand firm in the choices I've made, will continue to walk this path. I am my father's son, and I am resigned to certain inescapable fates. But my path is different in reaching that fate; it always has been. When I return home...I want him to know to this. [ ooc: Set viewable to select persons. Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Chang Wufei, and Miles Edgeworth. ]Tags: daddy j j, i blame edgeworth, ic, locked, mine is a ridiculous emo Current Location: Berne Humeur actuelle: melancholy Musique actuelle: Consolation No. 3 in D flat major (Liszt)
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