October 10th, 2004
|psychic_guide||04:23 pm - looking for fun communities and friends|
Salutations all! Just joined this community as it seems wicked interesting! Just wanted to say helllloooooo!
I'm a metaphysical creature to say the least~
I love channeling, psychic work and tarot.
I like to live that witchy sorta way :)
Blessed be* Katriana
April 14th, 2004
|psychocountessa||05:23 pm - hey|
hello again is this an RPG that i just kinda mubmled into ...sorry
April 13th, 2004
|psychocountessa||09:39 pm - hey|
hi how y'all doing...im trying to join a buffy RPG game as willow but can i get away with a first person narritave or should i be going "Oz where are you?" **walks further into the room** "hey sweetie"...
Current Mood: amused
December 28th, 2003
|glamourcorpse||02:03 pm - Good bye yellow brick road.|
Happy Holidays Folks! It's late but, bahhhh. Hope you got all you wanted for Xmas. (Or what not.)
Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: "Little Red Riding Hood" Sam Sham and the Pharoehs
December 22nd, 2003
|glamourcorpse||01:27 pm - "Bring IT!" The Drinking Contest redux|
"Ready for round two?" Ana asked motioning to the new line of shots.
(I can only hear Bruce Cambell in my head, "Come get some!")
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Tina Turner
December 21st, 2003
|greenmachine313||07:34 pm - WOO HOO!!!!|
Just wanted to share the new icon. Thanks Ana... glamourcorpse made it for us... Cute huh? And honey I'm sorry I had to bottle on the drinking contest, but if you want to try again, this time I'm ready!
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: They Might Be Giants...
December 18th, 2003
|willow1181||01:33 am - Willow sings!!.... finally!!|
I was drunk even as I falteringly made my way onto the stage, I knew it was probably a mistake.... the remaining sober part of me was screaming in my head...'you can't sing!!' but I had told Oz I needed too and maybe it was true, I hadn't been feeling myself lately the loneliness of being without my friends... the shock of seeing him again..... it was all too much and I needed to release, I had picked the song from the top of my head.... I didn't know where the inspiration came from but it did.... Oz more than anything had reminded me of her... my one True Love.... when the music started I closed my eye's, I knew the words... I wondered if she would be listening....... looking down on me.... ashamed of my weakness......... but Lorne had wanted me to sing so here I am singing... i try not to wonder why
( Willow's song Evenescence- Album Collapse )
I finish and wonder off the stage but I don't go back to Oz straight away I wait beside the Stage stairs.... maybe I should try to catch Lorne.... see what my future holds... I chuckle at the thought of what he might say and when the laughter doesn't stop I know that I've had too much to drink.... and I try not to cry
Current Mood: drunk
Current Music: myself trying to sing
December 14th, 2003
|glamourcorpse||07:20 pm - Party|
Ana rushed to the club and looked around to make sure she had beat Lorne there. She had a talk with the bartender on duty. He followed her request and lined up 12 small shot glasses on the bar. He filled 6 with an amber liquid and 6 with a neon looking pink liquid. She smiled sat back and waited. Who'd be kissing that fluffy pink demon now, hun?
Current Mood: mischievous
Current Music: "When can I see you again?" Macy Gray
December 3rd, 2003
A familiar scent came through the doors of the club, Willow’s.
My eyes followed her as she crossed the room to Lorne, directly to him. She knew him.
I looked back to my drink and downed it before getting up and crossing the floor (after she was done talking to Lorne) to where she was/
December 2nd, 2003
|virtualpersonal||07:12 pm - By the dawn's early light|
I lift a glass of the most potent drink the place offers to my mouth and feel the fiery burn of the liquid all the way down my asophagus. Its my third one, and still, it hasn't done its job. But then perhaps nothing can burn away the memory of the atrocities of tonight. Mine.
It was a good thing Caritas was open late. I won't get any sleep tonight and I need to be someplace where there are people, and yet where I can be alone. Perhaps if I stay for a few more hours, I'll see the break of day when I leave. But will my crime then be written all over my guilty face and exposed to the light?
Seeing a tall, familiar shadow fall across the bar, I looked down into my glass, unable or unwilling to meet the gaze of a friend. "It finally happened. I crossed to a place from which I cannot return."
Current Mood: distressed