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Mar. 11th, 2013 07:11 pm( Joker App )
A Day at a Time
Apr. 8th, 2012 01:49 pm[The mirror had been a memory that scratched at him. One he didn't like to talk about, and of the few things he kept around. But it was time to move it, if just for now.
What he found. He... simply didn't know how to deal with it. Not in the least bit. He was hurt, slightly. But he understood her point while completely and utterly disagreeing with it.
They could have managed. Somehow. He ware positive. And this thinking in circles didn't help him in the slightest. Particularly not when he had decided to be the King the Suit needed. Not when he had forced himself to strength.
So he ended up at a door, fist raised and a long hesitation before he brings himself to knock.]
What he found. He... simply didn't know how to deal with it. Not in the least bit. He was hurt, slightly. But he understood her point while completely and utterly disagreeing with it.
They could have managed. Somehow. He ware positive. And this thinking in circles didn't help him in the slightest. Particularly not when he had decided to be the King the Suit needed. Not when he had forced himself to strength.
So he ended up at a door, fist raised and a long hesitation before he brings himself to knock.]
David's History
Jan. 10th, 2012 12:28 amThis is not pleasant. Almost nothing in it is remembered, either. Nobody knows - with the very unlikely exception of Athena - about his life before the Deck.
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( It's not pretty )
Possibly still being tweaked.
( It's not pretty )
Possibly still being tweaked.
David's legs ached with running, his stomach cramped with hunger, and his head pounded with dehydration, but he absolutely and completely refused to stop. Not after he had finally gotten so far away.
In the beginning, running hadn't seemed like an option, later it had seemed like the most impossible and dream filled option. Now, it was the dirty, painful reality of having managed to get almost a hundred miles away only to die of hunger in a stupid, tree filled valley he would never get away from.
Death was still better. Because in this death was a little victory of having chosen it. And if that was all he got to choose in his short life, at least it was also the only thing that wouldn't be taken.
Shivering, he stopped, leaning against one of the endless trees, legs quivering as they tried to collapse under him. After only a few seconds, he shoved off again. He knew, deep down in his core knew, that if he stopped to long, he'd never start again. And despite the victory of choosing his own death, he also wasn't going to just lie down and meet it. If this escapade of his proved anything, he was a damned better fighter than either of them had given him credit for.
He must be delirious - the only rational part of his mind noted - because he was starting to contradict himself, even in his inner monologue. And since when did he have a...
The world began to fade in and out. For the longest moment he stared blankly at the castle that had appeared in front of him.
...Where had that come from?
In the beginning, running hadn't seemed like an option, later it had seemed like the most impossible and dream filled option. Now, it was the dirty, painful reality of having managed to get almost a hundred miles away only to die of hunger in a stupid, tree filled valley he would never get away from.
Death was still better. Because in this death was a little victory of having chosen it. And if that was all he got to choose in his short life, at least it was also the only thing that wouldn't be taken.
Shivering, he stopped, leaning against one of the endless trees, legs quivering as they tried to collapse under him. After only a few seconds, he shoved off again. He knew, deep down in his core knew, that if he stopped to long, he'd never start again. And despite the victory of choosing his own death, he also wasn't going to just lie down and meet it. If this escapade of his proved anything, he was a damned better fighter than either of them had given him credit for.
He must be delirious - the only rational part of his mind noted - because he was starting to contradict himself, even in his inner monologue. And since when did he have a...
The world began to fade in and out. For the longest moment he stared blankly at the castle that had appeared in front of him.
...Where had that come from?
Playing... dolls?
Aug. 3rd, 2011 05:03 pm[David had been cooped up in his study all day, but finally he was free to see his beautiful daughter, Lily.
She was in her room, and toys were splayed around her, but she's didn't look as ecstatic as she could have considering her circumstance.]
Is something wrong, baby girl?
She was in her room, and toys were splayed around her, but she's didn't look as ecstatic as she could have considering her circumstance.]
Is something wrong, baby girl?
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Jul. 22nd, 2011 03:14 pm[David had come to Diamond's Court, as promised. Having already made reunions with all those in the Court he needed to.
He took his time trying to find Rachel - wandering gave him the perfect opportunity to scout around.]
He took his time trying to find Rachel - wandering gave him the perfect opportunity to scout around.]
