Title: History of Ruth Geller
Date: Summer 2006
Rating: All Audiences
State:?
Rating: G
Notes: History of a character for a game of Shadowrun .... very shortie, but promising. Perhaps continue, maybe not.
Ruth Geller. I look back on the screen name of my computer and still not mean anything. Since the day I said my name was as he lay, half dead, a hospital, Salish-Sidhe Council, to recover. What? I did not know at that time and still today, I do not know. Only what I said, I found the wreckage of a plane, alone and with several bullet wounds, no trace of anyone having enteredor left the course. Who was it? Where did and why I had been shot? Did not have, nor do I have, reply to any of these questions, nor I have today.
When I found I was taken to hospital and there I met a moose shaman who helped me in my recovery, in addition to working with authorities to identify. It turned out that I was Ruth Geller, born in Brighton in 2025 as an elf (though like most call homo sapiens nobilis) and registered as a user magic at the tender age of 14 ... after deducting the authorities (after several child psychologists) that these strange dreams about wolves meant I was having my awakening as a shaman. There was everything: my magical studies in Oxford, my contracts, my move to North America.And yet meant nothing to me.
Once I recovered, I asked for asylum to the Council, established in the tribe Sinsearach and waiting to start a new life there. I decided that, though legally my name was Ruth Geller, since that meant nothing to me, should look for one that if I did. Kelly, the moose shaman found me and helped me settle down, agreed would mark a new beginning for me. Finally I decided to Rue, I'm not sure why, just seemed appropriate at that time. And I continued with my new life.
I made friends in the tribe, including Kelly, and so I spent almost a year. Until I get an envelope. The envelope. An ordinary letter except for one detail ... had no sender. And if a recording
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
Sprite List Pokemon Silver
Changed the configuration to be able to comment without having LJ account. I should note that the IP mapping, and if I see that at some point the mother's comments go, return to moderate and water. Regards, Riva.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Make The Eyes Look Prettier Story: In the Dark (working title)
s. It was incredible heat contrast between the street and inside the building. Finally we sat down at his screen, after connecting to the network, plunged in a world full of zeros and ones, a world of true or false, where everything is simpler than the "real" world. Slowly his hands went into heat, increasing the pulse rate on your keyboard, but that was long ago lost all meaning for her, it was not gratifying, but had become a mechanical thing he did to evade the ugly reality ... Ugly loneliness.
The hours passed fast, until the clock marked the end of the workday, at which time the task began to get back up all the clothes needed to be free fromIgnoring any reason. Too many years of training, to behave in an automatic mode to the danger to ignore now. Approaching the alley
sees a group of three boys, they would have more than sixteen or seventeen, a girl pushing against a wall. The paramilitary clothing and hair shaved tell you everything you need to know about them. The fear in the eyes of the girl tells you all you need to get into the fight. He took a stick from the ground, approaching the group, coughing lightly to get the attention of boys.
"I think the lady would prefer not tocaseis .- His voice hoarse sounds with a slightly ironic tone, allowing the conflict. The adrenaline started running through his veins, warming the piel, tensing your muscles and providing a clarity of perception that made his previous state would be like to live immersed in the fog.
"Get out if you do not want to charge you too, this is something between her and us .- The eyes that went between them as he did not dare show a three to two, was not sufficient advantage, although both were women. This thought brought a smile widened even more to see how the girl looked at her with a mixture of panic and shock.
-No.
And with that word gave a blow to the guy who was closer. It was crazy, his brain did nothing but repeat it, but it's crazy that someone had to do. At that instant the other two chains and threw his hands to fistsAmerican countries. Suddenly he started a dance where the only one who knew the steps she was: dodge, punch, dodge, punch ... After receiving several blows each, the boys decided to go find reinforcements. The girl looked at her, terrified, and fled within seconds of the alley, probably without knowing who was in more danger. No matter: it was expected something similar. still takes a while to get to your house, and taking off his coat, she noticed the blood falling from one of his hands. They had come to cut into the fight. Without rushing, was the kit and sell the hand, then looking in the mirror. Loneliness, defeat, resignation ... all that and little more was what he saw. A smile played on his eye. None of those three things were a goodna quality ... but together, perhaps, that night had changed the life of a person.
The hours passed fast, until the clock marked the end of the workday, at which time the task began to get back up all the clothes needed to be free fromIgnoring any reason. Too many years of training, to behave in an automatic mode to the danger to ignore now. Approaching the alley
sees a group of three boys, they would have more than sixteen or seventeen, a girl pushing against a wall. The paramilitary clothing and hair shaved tell you everything you need to know about them. The fear in the eyes of the girl tells you all you need to get into the fight. He took a stick from the ground, approaching the group, coughing lightly to get the attention of boys.
"I think the lady would prefer not tocaseis .- His voice hoarse sounds with a slightly ironic tone, allowing the conflict. The adrenaline started running through his veins, warming the piel, tensing your muscles and providing a clarity of perception that made his previous state would be like to live immersed in the fog.
"Get out if you do not want to charge you too, this is something between her and us .- The eyes that went between them as he did not dare show a three to two, was not sufficient advantage, although both were women. This thought brought a smile widened even more to see how the girl looked at her with a mixture of panic and shock.
-No.
And with that word gave a blow to the guy who was closer. It was crazy, his brain did nothing but repeat it, but it's crazy that someone had to do. At that instant the other two chains and threw his hands to fistsAmerican countries. Suddenly he started a dance where the only one who knew the steps she was: dodge, punch, dodge, punch ... After receiving several blows each, the boys decided to go find reinforcements. The girl looked at her, terrified, and fled within seconds of the alley, probably without knowing who was in more danger. No matter: it was expected something similar. still takes a while to get to your house, and taking off his coat, she noticed the blood falling from one of his hands. They had come to cut into the fight. Without rushing, was the kit and sell the hand, then looking in the mirror. Loneliness, defeat, resignation ... all that and little more was what he saw. A smile played on his eye. None of those three things were a goodna quality ... but together, perhaps, that night had changed the life of a person.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Homer Simpson Tattoo On Woman's Crotch
Title: Julia
Date:
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometimes a chance encounter can change your life. Notes
author: The story and characters are mine, so do not use them without my permission, please. Regarding the argument and other possible qualifications for the old ... this is a serious issue like suicide ... Although we do not use more profanity than you can be heard on the street, not more notice.
"Good fall but not fatal. I would not. The worst thing you can do is break your back and cause an accident, so you'd have to live withbushiness.
said that the girl walked toward a group of people who seemed to expect it and when he arrived, they went down the street. Julia could not help but follow them with his eyes until they were out of sight, no wonder what had prompted the stop, when he realized he'd left the book on the wall. He took it between his hands and read the title, "The black trillium", then realize that, at least, the book would be fifteen years, the seemingly straight out of the store. He ran to the place where they had gone to meet with the crowded streets of Madrid, but no trace of the group, so he decided to take the subway and go home, located in one of the most expensive residential areass of the city.
By the way, the ever thirty minutes that it takes to get everywhere by subway, was thinking about what had led up to the bridge that afternoon to finally conclude thinking that indeed, the girl was right: it was a nonsense that hot, it had seemed the end of the world but now in cold, proved to be nonsense.
The next day I would have forgotten everything, and forget the nightmares and bad dreams, if not for a very tangible evidence that was real: the book. He began to read the next day on the bus to go to school and, surprisingly, became engaged to his reading. It was strange but although I hated to read, this book caught her beyond belief. Whenever I hadsas questions.
Her school friends realized that something had changed it, and always behind, began to ask why he was so "weird." Now preferred to read to spend hours and hours and hours on the phone in exactly the same things that were told in class, and it was not the one I bought the older blind in all bottles. Still liked most of the same things but on the other hand, was different. Something had changed, and not liked because he was not in their "level" and start to sound too much like those greased with class time spent making the thread drew teachers and all tuition. Julia
discovered, while a new world in books: a world full of adventureture, romance, travel and more. He went from one extreme to another: Before I did not read anything and now practically devoured the books. His way of seeing people changed as well: before despised those who saw in the subway with the book in hand, like the classmates who spent their breaks comparing books or a teacher approached to ask if could you recommend something to read, but now I understand, and, surprising many, joined those gatherings and such requests for books and discovered that it was not the only one who had been bewitched, was no better word, by reading a good book.
Time passed as heavy as the cold slab and Julia was actually just going outside Madrid. A vectorheart.
"Let me think ... yes, I think I have a copy, if you wait five minutes it looked in the store ...
With those words, I go into the back of the store, leaving a few minutes with a copy of the book in hand, and a smile, though his eyes remained sad. After telling the price, and Julia tell her that if she takes it, he proceeded to charge.
Julia came home from their parents, where he always stayed to sleep when he went to town, and opened the bag, found a handwritten note:
"I'm glad you decided not to jump off the bridge. Enjoy the book, and I hope to see it. Mary. "FIN
Date:
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometimes a chance encounter can change your life. Notes
author: The story and characters are mine, so do not use them without my permission, please. Regarding the argument and other possible qualifications for the old ... this is a serious issue like suicide ... Although we do not use more profanity than you can be heard on the street, not more notice.
"Good fall but not fatal. I would not. The worst thing you can do is break your back and cause an accident, so you'd have to live withbushiness.
said that the girl walked toward a group of people who seemed to expect it and when he arrived, they went down the street. Julia could not help but follow them with his eyes until they were out of sight, no wonder what had prompted the stop, when he realized he'd left the book on the wall. He took it between his hands and read the title, "The black trillium", then realize that, at least, the book would be fifteen years, the seemingly straight out of the store. He ran to the place where they had gone to meet with the crowded streets of Madrid, but no trace of the group, so he decided to take the subway and go home, located in one of the most expensive residential areass of the city.
By the way, the ever thirty minutes that it takes to get everywhere by subway, was thinking about what had led up to the bridge that afternoon to finally conclude thinking that indeed, the girl was right: it was a nonsense that hot, it had seemed the end of the world but now in cold, proved to be nonsense.
The next day I would have forgotten everything, and forget the nightmares and bad dreams, if not for a very tangible evidence that was real: the book. He began to read the next day on the bus to go to school and, surprisingly, became engaged to his reading. It was strange but although I hated to read, this book caught her beyond belief. Whenever I hadsas questions.
Her school friends realized that something had changed it, and always behind, began to ask why he was so "weird." Now preferred to read to spend hours and hours and hours on the phone in exactly the same things that were told in class, and it was not the one I bought the older blind in all bottles. Still liked most of the same things but on the other hand, was different. Something had changed, and not liked because he was not in their "level" and start to sound too much like those greased with class time spent making the thread drew teachers and all tuition. Julia
discovered, while a new world in books: a world full of adventureture, romance, travel and more. He went from one extreme to another: Before I did not read anything and now practically devoured the books. His way of seeing people changed as well: before despised those who saw in the subway with the book in hand, like the classmates who spent their breaks comparing books or a teacher approached to ask if could you recommend something to read, but now I understand, and, surprising many, joined those gatherings and such requests for books and discovered that it was not the only one who had been bewitched, was no better word, by reading a good book.
Time passed as heavy as the cold slab and Julia was actually just going outside Madrid. A vectorheart.
"Let me think ... yes, I think I have a copy, if you wait five minutes it looked in the store ...
With those words, I go into the back of the store, leaving a few minutes with a copy of the book in hand, and a smile, though his eyes remained sad. After telling the price, and Julia tell her that if she takes it, he proceeded to charge.
Julia came home from their parents, where he always stayed to sleep when he went to town, and opened the bag, found a handwritten note:
"I'm glad you decided not to jump off the bridge. Enjoy the book, and I hope to see it. Mary. "FIN
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Las Vegas Used Casino Furniture Waking Life (Awakening la vida)
character can not leave. During these dreams your character interacts with people, watching TV, visiting different places and at each of these instances raises several questions, ideas and situations. Ideas and questions that are contained in phrases like:
"They Say That dreams are real only as long as They last. Could you say the Same thing about life? " (" They say that dreams are real only while they last. Can we not say the same about life? ") Or, " There's only one instant, and it's right now . And it's eternity. "
(" There is only one moment, and it is right now. And eternity "), or
" The worst mistake is That You Can Make to think you're really alive When you're asleep in life's waiting room.
("The worst mistake you can make is believing that you're alive when really you are asleep in the waiting room of life"). But 
Waking Life is not only that, it's a great animation with a great aesthetic level. The perlícula was first filmed with digital video live-action and then digitally worked by about 31 graphic artists, resulting in the creation of a perfect dream world, each scene has a different look (having been worked by an artist different) which makes the overall aesthetic of the film even more interesting. Some details I found interesting: For example, as everything is moving (especially in the beginning), noanimation, color and texture of a character, and who used images of real actors, and from the previous edition to animation painted on them with an interpolated rotoscoping software (rotoscoping is a technique that allows
using film images as background on which is drawn animation used in movies like Snow White and now it is a digital operation), which allowed the final effect, and getting
automatic transitions between frames. " Music is another important factor in this movie, and who manage to make an audio-image fusion very good. Particularly I loved the music in this movie. People bythe wonderful music composition were Glover Gill and Tosca Tango Orchestra (needless to say that most of the pieces are tangos, right?), which even appear in a scene apparently rehearsing. Another interesting detail is that this film has some references to previous films of Linklater well as other movies. An example of this is the scene of the conversation between Jesse (Ethan Hawke
) and Celine (Julie Delpy )
actors Before Sunrise (1995) and its sequel Before Sunset
(2004), a scene that actually has no waste. Otrment). Returning to cite the previous article (it can not find better words to say):
"Enjoy it, do not read literally, do not memorize the phrases or intended understand everything at once, let it flow through you, they hit later when remember the tape and leave alone the contents and cause them
ideas and feelings ... " " Certainly not for everyone, people will think that is excessive in its proposal, or it's pretentious and there will be up who feel uncomfortable with the approach, and does not understand the goal, but that
is part of dreams, not all are easily digestible. "
Another questionnaire
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
How To Starta New Game On Poptropica
Things that are situated on You Tube! I'm getting addicted to the site, spend hours wandering from link to link. This time I found a nice animation, and how I liked the XD here
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30vicios \u0026lt; , / lj> Thursday, September 7, 2006
Fan Type Wedding Programs The first bullet
After eating the head thinking I could write, publish my first bullet to
not know what it cost me! (And I'm still not entirely satisfied with the result)
Author: La Maga
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character / Couple / Trio: Draco Malfoy
Topic: # 1 - Home
The room was in shadow. Through the door ajar a lonely crept beam. A young man with blond hair sitting in a corner, knees pressed against my chest, my grayrada lost.
A fly, who was pacing the drawing rather strange curves in the air took the boy from his reverie. His tired eyes began to tour the campus, trying to recognize, as his mind tried to remember I was doing there. His eye fell casually on a dark and dilapidated cabinet vision put him completely in reality.
- Draco, do not have time for stupid dreams! There is work to do! - she scolded the boy as so often, as he closed the door completely. Such episodes became increasingly frequent and it was starting to worry.
had begun as mere moments of relaxation times for disconnectionctarse some of the world, just to alleviate pressure. But gradually they ceased to be such simple relaxation and had joined the long periods when your mind is completely disconnected. They were not even volunteers in an instant could be highly concentrated in their work and the next wham, again plunge into the infinite abyss of emptiness. Nothing.
Because her life had turned around eighty degrees. First, his father in Azkaban, never thought it could really happen, could not happen. That, undoubtedly, was the hardest blow of all, to see how the image of his father's rich, powerful, influential, fell precipitously to an ordinary criminals
A fly, who was pacing the drawing rather strange curves in the air took the boy from his reverie. His tired eyes began to tour the campus, trying to recognize, as his mind tried to remember I was doing there. His eye fell casually on a dark and dilapidated cabinet vision put him completely in reality.
- Draco, do not have time for stupid dreams! There is work to do! - she scolded the boy as so often, as he closed the door completely. Such episodes became increasingly frequent and it was starting to worry.
had begun as mere moments of relaxation times for disconnectionctarse some of the world, just to alleviate pressure. But gradually they ceased to be such simple relaxation and had joined the long periods when your mind is completely disconnected. They were not even volunteers in an instant could be highly concentrated in their work and the next wham, again plunge into the infinite abyss of emptiness. Nothing.
Because her life had turned around eighty degrees. First, his father in Azkaban, never thought it could really happen, could not happen. That, undoubtedly, was the hardest blow of all, to see how the image of his father's rich, powerful, influential, fell precipitously to an ordinary criminals
Monday, September 4, 2006
New Single Seat Prop Airplane Knowing Livejournal
Well, after months of having created this account so I decided to use it. What made me decide? The desire to write but do not believe it.
The issue is that I found a nice page called challenges 30vicios , which then register yourself (and have chosen your fandom and character / couple / trio of the same) will provide a table with words. One for every little word has to go write something and be posting (probably PC. They know the mechanism ...). I was a couple of weeks hanging around the page, without deciding whether to score or not. This indesición was due to two reasons:
1 - Still not quite understand the system livejournal (which is why I askXC Home
2. Rain
3. Rules 4. Café 5. *
The issue is that I found a nice page called challenges
30vicios , which then register yourself (and have chosen your fandom and character / couple / trio of the same) will provide a table with words. One for every little word has to go write something and be posting (probably PC. They know the mechanism ...). I was a couple of weeks hanging around the page, without deciding whether to score or not. This indesición was due to two reasons: 1 - Still not quite understand the system livejournal (which is why I askXC Home
2. Rain
3. Rules 4. Café 5. * | 7. Jealousy | 8. Religion | 9. Piano | 10. * | 11. Candy |
| 12. Thorns | 13. Skin | 14. Liquor | 15. * | 16. Insect |
| 17. Pnance | 18. Ladder 19 | . Rabbit | 20. * | 21. Blood |
| 22. Triangle | 23. Letters | 24. Humiliation | 25. * | 26. Gun |
| 27. Fear | 28. Music | 29. Output | 30. * |
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