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Name: Sara
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Email: arimikoe[at]hotmail[dot]com
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How's my driving? I'd appreciate honest and helpful constructive criticism for my portrayal of Ciel. This is my first time playing anything like him, personality-wise, so I'll take anything I can get. Nitpicks welcome!

PlottingLove it, need it. ( Read more... )

Updated 1/27/11

( Whether it is better to have loved and lost... )

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Sebastian-

[Soft coughing. It sounds painful, wet.]

Open the window.

I can't breathe.

To those who have received the prototype of the chess, checkers and poker games, I should like a report back at earliest convenience.

[Annnnd in the background, one can hear this.]

No one has managed come across sterling silver tea roses, have they?

( [Private to Riku] )

[Progress. The PCD flickers on with the clicking of buttons and a surprisingly intense orchestral piece. After a few seconds, Ciel pauses, closing his eyes. Slowly, it seems as though words filter through here and there. He lets it stretch until it's almost audible, and then he takes a deep breath, letting it go. The song fades, and Ciel's mouth ( Read more... )

[The PCD is turned on with a very ungentlemanly curse, and a spray of water. Ciel wipes it off quickly, before fumbling a watering-can -- which he then manages to spill all over the front of his expensive-looking clothes.

He drops both watering-can and PCD and curses, again, even more viciously.]

[Ciel is covered with a blanket, settled into one of the seats of the chess set by the window, looking out at the night ( Read more... )

[ATCHOO. And then a few more. Ciel's nose is bright, bright red, his eyes are puffy, and he looks miserable and pissed and by the look of it, having a hell of an reaction to something. He has a hood pulled up over his hair, and he's glaring into the PCD. He has to enunciate each word because his nose is stuffed up ( Read more... )

[The PCD is thumbed on, one of the rare times that Ciel posts to the network voluntarily. He seems a bit... distracted, for lack of a better world. Normally, he's so in control. Is it contrived, or real?

Take your best guess.]

Bullets are hard to come by in this place.

Is there anyone who might be familiar with knives?

[Of course, anyone who ( Read more... )