| Odd Man's Land (the opening song) |
[Jul. 8th, 2007|09:46 pm] |
Let me tell you a story of a land,
Where the blood red sun rises upon a black sky,
A savage garden of its own,
Full of thorns
Home of the throne of the Dead
Where lies the unmerciful lord
Amidst the thorns of
Odd Man’s Land
Where the blackened birds sing
To the blooded moon in the blue sky
With a song of death and decay
O welcome I dare say,
To the savage garden
Where board red trees grow so tall,
Over the orange sands
Coiled with thorns
Odd Man’s Land!
Written by C.L.Payne 2000/2007 |
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| Here I am alone waiting for the curtain call |
[Jul. 5th, 2007|03:26 pm] |
Slumping even lower in her chair, the dark haired woman moved her wrists with slow, mechanical movements from their loosened bounds, she coughed weakly as the brightness of the blood spilled forth from her mouth, painting her lips with its redness.
Sinking downwards in her chair lower, she uttered a few more weak coughs before summoning the strength this woman needed to push herself into a straight backed position upon the chair.
As she struggled to sit properly, she swept a few strands of her hair back and panted for breath as she looked around with her dimmed blue eyes before her shaking fingers found their way to her lips. Pulling her fingers from her lips, she found them covered with the bright red stain that coated her lips.
Holding her head up high, she sang softly as her eyelids flickered open and close, akin to that of a butterfly’s wings in between licking the blood off her lips “Someone I am is waiting for courage, the one I want, the one I will become will catch me”...
As she slumped forwards, a white haired female sat up straight in her seat, with the darker haired female crumpled onto the floor in front of her as the white haired female regarded her old life with her white eyes.
The female then softly sang as she stood up slowly, watching the old life fade away before her own eyes “There’s nothing left. There’s nothing right. There’s nothing wrong. I’m one. I’m two. I’m all yet none of you. The truth, the lie, the tear, the laughter, the hand and the empty touch. Here I am alone waiting for the curtain call…”
With the final note, the woman let herself fade into the shadowy darkness leaving the chair standing alone in the dim light, wrapped in limp and blood soaked ropes.
The orange sand particles swirled in the colorless wind as Kuja slept the sleep of the dead, sprawled upon the sands beneath him, with the black sky hovering above his sleeping body, the blood red sun blazing down onto his pale frame. The swirling sound of the wind was then interrupted as a black hooded figure stood tall beside the sleeping man with its black bladed scythe gleaming in the strong red light, its blade alight with black lightening which crackled and coiled alongside the blade. Kuja was awoken by a swift kick to his backside from a black medium heeled boot as the figure bent forwards. Narrowing his eyes at the figure, Kuja started to demand who the figure was when suddenly, the cloak’s hood was pulled back, revealing the familiar white hair, the white eyes, the pale face of Drucilla as she smirked cruelly down onto his face “Welcome to Odds Man’s Land.” |
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| Quidam from Quidam |
[Apr. 5th, 2007|03:02 pm] |
Another song, this time befitting the suitaton between drucilla and kuja ( and yes it took me HOURS to type the french verses because of the different format of letterings! XD)
Your world is yours not mine, Quidam. Your dreams are yours. You may have touched the stars But they weren’t moved. And if you reach for me I may not choose to hold your hand. I might smile or I might turn away. An ordinary man, Quidam I’m everyman. I’m anyman. Quidam, Quidam la nuit recule. D’un rêve á l’autre tu valses. Du creux de toi c’est bien le mal qui dresse tes silences. There’s nothing left. There’s nothing right. There’s nothing wrong. I’m one. I’m two. I’m all yet none of you. The truth, the lie, the tear, the laughter, the hand and the empty touch. Here I am alone waiting for the curtain call An ordinary man, Quidam I’m everyman. T’es l’inconnu I’m anyman. T’es l’étranger Quidam, Quidam la nuit recule. D’un rêve á l’autre tu valses. Du creux de toi c’est bien le mal qui dresse tes silences. Bailo en este lienzo de dolor. Funámbulo sin map ani brújila. La dulce locura mi solo refugio. Nazco en la sombre del payaso. Quidam, Quidam la nuit recule. D’un rêve á l’autre tu valses. Du creux de toi c’est bien le mal qui dresse tes silences. Quidam, Quidam aux rives du réve. Au seuil de l’ombre, tu valses. Autour de toi c’est bien le mal qui dresse tes silences. Quidam, Quidam la nuit recule. D’un rêve á l’autre tu valses. Du creux de toi c’est bien le mal qui dresse tes silences. (the two songs recently posted are from the Quidam Soundtrack, produced and recorded by companies affliated with Cirque Du Soleil.) |
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| Let me fall - Quidam |
[Apr. 5th, 2007|02:39 pm] |
I thought this one's quite fitting for drucilla's new suitation...
Let me fall
Let me climb
There's a moment when fear
and dream must collide
Someone I am
Is waiting for courage
the one I want
the one I will become
will catch me
So let me fall
if I must fall
I won't heed your warnings
I won't hear them
All i ask
All I need
Let me open whichever
door I might open
Let me fall
If I fall
Though the pheonix may
or may not rise
I wil dance so freely
holding on to no one
you can hold me only
if you too will fall
away from all these
useless fears and chains
Someone I am
is waiting for my courage
the one I want
the one I will become
will catch me
So let me fall
If I must fall
I won't heed your warnings
I won't hear
Let me fall
If I fall
There's no reason
to miss this one chance
this perfect moment
Just let me fall |
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| Freedom. |
[Mar. 29th, 2007|11:17 am] |
Stretching slowly, the sleeping female turned onto her side, yawning softly as she slowly awakens her eyes beckoned open by the soft morning light drifting through the windows. she thought to herself with a sigh of contentment, on how she slept well, her slight smile changed to that of a frown as she realizes that she hasn’t slept this well since 1616. She sat up slowly and with a degree of wariness before noticing that beneath the sheets she was naked. As she discovers the fact, her eyes widen in rage as she recalled the events from last night, and tossing the sheets aside, she groped for her clothing, and finding the simple Victorian attire of a white blouse with high waisted black skirt, she quickly put her under clothing on as well as the skirt and blouse before moving to the mirror where she receives another further shock. Instead of a white haired, pale female with equally white eyes, she was glancing into the reflection of Drucilla the old, before she became the white haired Dru that many once knew her as. Examining the brown locks that adorns her head in place of the white locks, she blinked her blue eyes before holding her hands up, noticing the slight pinkish tinge to them, having not seen those tinges ever since her heart was first frozen all those years ago. Speaking slowly, she wondered aloud “What on earth did Kuja do to me?” she then blinked upon hearing her voice, and holding a hand to her voice, she spoke “Mirror.” Realizing that not only she had changed physically, her voice had changed from that dark tone to a softer tone, however her strange accent still remained. Turning around quickly, she headed downstairs in a hurry before she stood in the kitchen, looking around for the man that caused these changes, but instead of the man, she found further changes within her, the disappearance of the ghosts. Speaking aloud once more, she called for her mother, and looking around, she waited for the appearance of her late mother before she opened her mouth in astonishment, then waving her hand at a water jug, she waited for it to fill, but it remained empty. Her pale pink hand grasps onto the back of a nearest chair as she murmured loudly “he removed my powers!” and with that, she felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders and laughed aloud, exclaiming with a degree of joy “ I’m free! Now no one would ever bother me again, and Ill live that simple life that I’ve always wanted!” With that, she skipped out into the meadows, laughing as she carried her basket along with her to pick some flowers for the cottage. |
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| Shadowy gossip |
[Apr. 5th, 2006|08:36 pm] |
Dear Diary,
I understand it has been quite an while... Bal and I has been engaged once again... after several fiascoes with Kuja and what not...
It also has been a while since I last seen any of the old "brandy drinkers troupe" and I wonder where Bal is, if he is okay... and when are we going to marry?
But as the shadows informed me... Bal is going to be in for a serious telling off as he apparently, recently called me an old bat to kuja... I don't know why would he do it like that, but I am not very pleased... I could say Balthamuel is a old drunk but thatd be hurtful, and... *stops the tendrils of shadows from leaving with that remark* I really do miss him.
Anyways, this is all for now from myself... until then,
D.M.S.D |
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| Childbirth. |
[Jun. 7th, 2005|01:03 pm] |
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It has been a long time since I last wrote... During the laspe in time between my written memories I have been raped. Raped by Kuja, right under the nose of Xin Ferrin Shewong. And the irony? Xin thought Kuja and I was a item.
Since then, I have insolated myself from anyone, anything as I knew that the vile man would have had me with child. As usual, I was right, but wrong at the same time. Twins. Twin offspring created by that vile man. There is, however, a twist.
I wonder if Balthamuel knew what Kuja have done. I think... it's time the truth was told. Don't you, Diary?
Drucilla Death.
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| Drucilla's Quotes- as requested by Kuja aka Kee |
[Jan. 7th, 2005|07:12 pm] |
"The shadows hide no secrets."
" I warned you a hundred times, any evil you do, will return to you threefold!"
"Many a day will pass, when thee realise through thy stupdity that thee hast lost thy last chance at happiness."
" Thee art truly cursed."
"You think i'm about to hurt you?..... *laughs evilly*"
" You have also told your share of lies and backstabbed too many people for powers, sir, now.... ANSWER MY QUESTIONS!"
" You think you know what is it like to live a life like my... being someone like me"
"You have no Idea how i spent my days, nor know that I cannot die, no matter how much i tried, nor being able to have a normal life or relationship or not to get cheated on...." |
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| Kuja. |
[Oct. 11th, 2004|07:53 pm] |
| [ | Emotions |
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Dear Diary,
Earlier this evening, I met Kuja and Bal for the first time in a long while.
It was a meeting that I doubt anyone would ever forget.
I did not intend to see those two that evening but.. I noticed there was something wrong within the stone walls of my home, especially in my study where I was researching a certain book when it happened, telling me that I should go and see Bal's palace. This provided to be accurate as Kuja was there.
But he did not know it was me, nor even had realized that whereas I was heavily concealed as it is my usual custom these days, that I could not be some servant... nor someone to be seduced by the sleaze. When I heard his lewd comments I was disappointed and disgusted that some one like him could become a terrible person. He then did not let up when he realized who I am, continuting with the facade that I, of all the people, often seduce people, which is not true, as you know well, as the ghosts know well also.
Bal has also changed, he has become stronger in what he wanted to do, how he does thing and... all I can say is, he doesnt need any help in making sure Kuja has kept away from manipulating him. There are things those two do not know about me.... things of my past, things in my present and future. I have hidden them from Bal and Kuja aswell as their group of friends and almost everyone for so long, that i have been used to it.. however, it is time they see the real side of me, to witness the chapters of my life grow much darker.
I must go and research some more.
Until Then,
Drucilla Morticia Sianna Darlica Death |
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