{oo1} Testing
There are few things Shisui doesn't really understand. (The way salt water tastes, or why the sky is blue, and those few times when it appears green or has streaks of luscious pinks and reds and oranges across it, and it's all just a watercolor painting, the clouds ridges of salt or awkward strokes of the paintbrush. Shisui wonders why the sky is blue so much of the time, almost monochromatic, but accented with the spirits of the rainbow in such a beautiful manner.) Accented with- (But curiosity is the everlasting murderer of the cat, and Shisui knows this full well.)
"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me hearties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
Shisui is heavy in his beauty, the tight dress wrapped around his feminine frame something (deceitful, despite-) and an intake of breath (one two three) is bitter and sweet in his lungs, a body well kept as the ship rocks and he sings quietly. (Because the sky isn't blue, and the moon isn't clear and white. "Itachi, what color is the moon?") And the nighttime breeze, something foreboding and sugar tasting, like the frostings of afternoon cakes at his aristocratic mansion, is soft, tussling his long black hair in the salty wind. ("Itachi-")
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."
(He never drinks rum. Ever.
It's poison to his form.)
"We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me hearties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle and even high-jack. Drink up me hearties yo ho."
Pulling himself to a stand, Shisui crosses the deck to the tip of the ship, gazing down into the (sky) sea with a (I see a monster) listlessness accompanied to only so many things, closing his eyes after a moment and letting the wind toss him about as the ship sails against it. (Itachi.) And there's a certain adoration in his eyes that seems abused, like the bruises beneath the unnecessary corset twisting him into an hourglass the times demand. (He's no woman, but that's not what the crew thinks.
But pirates are blind.)
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."
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Hey guys. I will be playing your friendly, neighborhood zombie Shisui :DD I would love to log with you, and since Shisui has quite an attachment to any and all of his darling cousins, Uchihas in particular. Anyone is cool, though ^.^ My contact is:
Art in Denial @ AIM
bubblepopxxxx@yahoo.com @ MSN
bubblepopxxxx @ Y!IM
bloodnblack@livejournal.com @ Jabber (Not like anyone uses it >>)
bubblepopxxxx@yahoo.com @ E!Mail
^_^ Please hit me up, I'm always ready to log ♥
"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me hearties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
Shisui is heavy in his beauty, the tight dress wrapped around his feminine frame something (deceitful, despite-) and an intake of breath (one two three) is bitter and sweet in his lungs, a body well kept as the ship rocks and he sings quietly. (Because the sky isn't blue, and the moon isn't clear and white. "Itachi, what color is the moon?") And the nighttime breeze, something foreboding and sugar tasting, like the frostings of afternoon cakes at his aristocratic mansion, is soft, tussling his long black hair in the salty wind. ("Itachi-")
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."
(He never drinks rum. Ever.
It's poison to his form.)
"We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me hearties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle and even high-jack. Drink up me hearties yo ho."
Pulling himself to a stand, Shisui crosses the deck to the tip of the ship, gazing down into the (sky) sea with a (I see a monster) listlessness accompanied to only so many things, closing his eyes after a moment and letting the wind toss him about as the ship sails against it. (Itachi.) And there's a certain adoration in his eyes that seems abused, like the bruises beneath the unnecessary corset twisting him into an hourglass the times demand. (He's no woman, but that's not what the crew thinks.
But pirates are blind.)
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."
--
Hey guys. I will be playing your friendly, neighborhood zombie Shisui :DD I would love to log with you, and since Shisui has quite an attachment to any and all of his darling cousins, Uchihas in particular. Anyone is cool, though ^.^ My contact is:
Art in Denial @ AIM
bubblepopxxxx@yahoo.com @ MSN
bubblepopxxxx @ Y!IM
bloodnblack@livejournal.com @ Jabber (Not like anyone uses it >>)
bubblepopxxxx@yahoo.com @ E!Mail
^_^ Please hit me up, I'm always ready to log ♥