( Personal Journal | Accidentally Left Out on a Writing Desk | Ideal for Dramatic Reveals )

( Private || Hackable by Friends )

( Private || Hackable by Friends )

[Accidental Video | Open Action]

[Rosella is sitting in one of the quieter, more secluded parts of the beach, perched comfortably atop a fairly large outcropping of rock and silhouetted against the rapidly setting sun. Her hair drifts lightly in the evening breeze as she settles back onto her hands and crosses her legs at the ankles, apparently ( Read more... )

( Private Thoughts || Off-Network )

( Private || Hackable by Friends )

[Voice Post]You know, after everything that's happened in the past week, I really don't know whether to take this weekend as an apology, or as an insult added to injury ( Read more... )

[Accidental Voice Post]

[The recording switches on to the sound of a Network device skittering across dirt and stone, as though it has just been shoved or kicked away and it has turned on of its own volition ( Read more... )

Once upon a time there lived a king whose only son was very sick, and nothing in the world brought the little prince any joy at all. Then one day, he heard a nightingale singing outside his window, and the music was so sweet and so lovely that the boy began to smile for the first time in years. The king was so glad to see his son smiling that he ( Read more... )

[Accidental Video Post]

[Here is Rosella, seated at a table in the Library and slumped over an open book, head propped on one arm. The dark circles under her eyes are apparent; she hasn't been sleeping well for days, and she's finally succumbed to the tantalizing pull of weariness. There are stacks of books on either side of her, arranged in a ( Read more... )