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Anyone alive out there?
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| I'm a Sinner, I'm a Saint |
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| Your Deadly Sins | | Envy: 60% | | Wrath: 60% | | Lust: 40% | | Sloth: 40% | | Pride: 20% | | Gluttony: 0% | | Greed: 0% | | Chance You'll Go to Hell: 31% | | You will die in a duel. |
Unsurprising.
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Intersting, to say the very least. Developed in the 50s as a way of mapping someone's personality. The good. The bad. The ugly. I've picked a couple of words that describe me, both good and negative. Let's see how we match up.
(Nohari)
(Johari)
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| iTunes Prophecies |
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Okay, I stumbled upon this little beauty somewhere or other and I had to play. You set your Playlist on "Shuffle" and ask each question out-loud and then press play.
( Oh, Mighty iTunes, tell me my future... )
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| Savin' Me |
[26 Mar 2006|10:01pm] |
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The gunshot rose above the sounds of Gotham City. In her mind traffic stopped, her hand shaking and her eyes unblinking as she stared blankly at the crumpled form at her feet. He was bleeding and his body was still warm, though Valencia made no move to touch the man.
He was dead, she knew.
It was completely silent. The radio was on, some Spanish beat playing, and outside sirens wailed in the distance, there was the sound of traffic. But she heard none of it. Her sound was blocked by the blood that raced through her eardrums, the echo of the shot in the night.
She blinks and hot tears run down her cheek.
What had she done? Eight months of Rehab, attempting to clean up her life…Was it all for nothing? Had she blown it all in a single shot?
But it wasn’t her fault! She closed her eyes tight and the evening replayed in her mind. Eight months. She had checked herself out, clean. The withdrawals were gone, she was clean. She was going to stay that way. She had come home, to this dirty part of the city, come home to the dirty apartment where she stayed with her uncle and it started again, as it did so often.
What was it over that night? She couldn’t remember, but she had a bruise on her eye to prove it was real. And Val couldn’t escape like she used to. She couldn’t sneak out the window and into a dizzy high. She was clean now.
She had tried to deal with it. She had tried to lock herself away from him.
And then her fingers found the gun.
The man was given warning. She waved the thing and demanded he leave her alone or she would shoot. It wasn’t supposed to be loaded, but then what fool kept an unloaded gun?
And now he was dead, and Valencia let out a sob.
This was so very different from possession, from minor things like pick-pocketing. A man was dead because of her.
He deserved it.
…But she didn’t deserve what would happen. Someone would come, someone would come and she would be taken away and locked away in some cell, all of her hard-work, her road to recovery, to a better life, one that Robin had promised her was suddenly so far away when that very morning she could almost touch it with her fingers.
The first instinct was run.
But where to? Even that Metropolis she had teased about was so far away.
What hope was there now anyways?
She was swimming through molasses it seemed as she turned the gun on herself, and with a deep breath all sound returned at a deafening roar. The barrel of the gun to her temple, she closed her eyes tight and her hand tightened around the pistol.
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| LJ Interests Meme- Taken from Tim. |
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LJ Interests meme results
- batgirl:
The serious one of our little trio. She keeps Bats and I focused on the task at hand, so it's not a bad thing. Batgirl's expert knowledge of emergency medicine and care has been a blessing to the Bat-Family. She's been part of the Bat-Family longer than I have been, and Daddy Bats seems to like her well enough, something I'm surprised at-- Daddy Bats doesn't like anyone it seems. Still-- Whatever odds we're at, we're friends and I trust her with my life. - choice:
Choice. It speaks for itself, I think. We all have choices, we choose our path. A was lucky to have a second chance to choose the right thing. So many people make wrong choices, but even still-- They have a choice. It's an amazing thing to know how much power you have over not just your life, but the the life of everyone around you. It's a powerful thing. - crime fighting:
My occupation. One big rush, all of it. And the life insurance isn't near enough. I love every moment though, from the thrill of free falling to the injuries. It's nice to know what I'm doing is helping people, I couldn't have it any other way. - family:
You know what? For the first time in my life I have a real family. I have a place where people love me and want me safe. I have a place where people give a shit about my actions. A loving fiance, and a surrogate-brother...Friends. And even as much as Bruce and I dislike eachother, some part of me knows even he's there for me. Family is the most important damn thing in this world. - gotham city:
Where I live. Born and raised here. It's a dangerous city, but beautiful just the same. It's home, what can I say? I know it better than the back of my hand by now, and as much crime as there is, or has been, the people are mostly good. - lacy lingerie:
*grins* More for Alex's interest than mine... - metropolis:
I've wanted to move to Metropolis for as long as I could remember. No real reason, but I suppose it was kind of a promise of a better tomorrow. Like the way people dream of running of to California or New York? I wanted to go to Metropolis. I still do, but not to stay. - rare relaxation:
Between school, crime-fighting and whatever occasion that calls for me to put on a dress and go out on Alex's arm to see and be seen, I don't have time to sleep hardly. I'm out late and up early. So when I have a moment to myself, or to spend with Alex and/or my friends, I take it and I enjoy it to the fullest. - sexy tights:
An inside joke. Referring to my attire as Robin, of course, because outside the guise I don't wear tights. Anyways, Bats teases that I look great in tights, and while I don't know how true it is, it's been an inside joke ever since. - truth:
Self-explanatory.
Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your interest list.
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| Testing |
[22 Mar 2006|05:57pm] |
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Test one, two, three.
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