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  <title>Nothing happens unless first we dream.</title>
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  <updated>2009-01-16T04:58:09Z</updated>
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    <title>Application</title>
    <published>2009-01-16T04:48:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-16T04:58:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;OoC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Tori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AIM Screen Name:&lt;/b&gt; xfa3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LJ username:&lt;/b&gt; yesthisisme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time Zone:&lt;/b&gt; Central, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;IC:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Tuesday Levingston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AIM Screen Name:&lt;/b&gt; cantwaitfortues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LJ username:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_elventuesday' lj:user='elventuesday' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://elventuesday.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://elventuesday.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;elventuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; appears 19, but is actually hundreds of years old (she’s not sure of the exact time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Status (meaning noble, servant, vampire, witch, etc.):&lt;/b&gt; peasant, elf, jeweler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexuality:&lt;/b&gt; bisexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picture:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://s116.photobucket.com/albums/o38/xblackxrosesxanimex/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tuesday9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o38/xblackxrosesxanimex/Tuesday9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bio (at least 100 words, please):&lt;/b&gt; Tuesday had always lived in the forests with her family. As elves, it was unspoken between any of them to go into the towns. Tuesday, however, had always been a curious child. She followed the rules of her mother and didn’t leave until she was old enough, but when she finally got to the age that she could leave her family, she packed up her things and moved to the nearest village. She couldn’t stay for long, obviously, because she didn’t age like the others, so she moved around to different towns and villages throughout the years. She originally had a different name in the elven language, but she changed it, as it was too difficult for anyone else not of her species to say. She keeps her hair just long enough to cover her ears – which are conspicuously pointed – but not too long. As a talent passed from her family, she makes beautiful jewelry, and makes good money selling her pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RP Examples (at least two, please):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caelum followed her master down the stairs.  She nodded.  "Right," she said, looking around at the books and other things in the room.  She had never been allowed to watch the television before, never even been allowed near one.  She had no idea how to work one.  She luckily knew how to read and write, if slowly.  She had been taught to write in calligraphy, however, so her handwriting looked wonderful, even if it took forever for her to write a paragraph.  She followed into the kitchen and looked around.  Unused, as most of the house looked.  "There's food in there?" she asked, looking up at him.  "Um... m-may I have some when we're done looking around?"  She was shy and timid when she asked, afraid he'd say now.  It had been days since she'd eaten, and she was famished.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis was shocked by the question, not because of what she'd asked, but because he hadn't thought of it before. He felt stupid for not having the thought even cross his mind. "Of course, of course," he said, pacing back to the refrigerator. He pulled open the doors. "Take a look in there, and in here. . ." His voice grew further away as he returned to the laundry room and opened the rattling, squeaky pantry doors. "There isn't a lot," he called, then continued with an apology, "I didn't think of it before. I don't think about food much at all, so you'll have to remind me, and also remind me when your supply in the kitchen and pantry start to get low." He was almost rambling now, just rattling off his explanation. He should have fed her right off the bat when she'd gotten in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caelum peeked inside the refrigerator and found some fruit -- an apple, an orange, some grapes -- that she grabbed and set them on the table.  Before going to the pantry, she searched through the cupboards for a plate and a cup.  She set the plate down with the fruit on top of it and then filled the glass with water.  She hurried into the pantry and scanned the items inside.  Hm, crackers, little cakes...  She grabbed those two things and went back to the table, sitting down.  It was only a couple minutes before she had the apple and grapes gone and was working on the crackers.  She was so hungry.  Pausing for a moment, she looked over at Alexis.  "Thank you," she said, making sure her mouth wasn't full when she said it.  "Don't worry about forgetting.  It's not something you need to worry about.  You don't eat like I do anyway.  It's understandable."  She turned back to her food and began eating the crackers again while peeling the orange.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice looked up at the man when he whistled.  It was surprising to hear such a response to herself.  She had never been greeted like that before.  She stood up straighter, a bit taken aback, blushing lightly.  He was very attractive, she decided, and she wouldn't mind spending a good amount of time with him.  Then she noticed the ears and the tail.  She knew him!  She recognized that grin, that swagger, that voice.  It was the Cheshire Cat.  Alice stared up at him as he came closer, her hands clasped in front of her modestly.  Her blush deepened when he spoke again.  Good enough to eat?  Oh, goodness.  "Um, excuse me, but you're in my way, Cheshire," she said quietly, but in a rather firm voice.  She may have been a bit shy, but she knew how to talk to the people from Wonderland.  "And I'd like to see the city, if you don't mind.  It's been a very long time, you know."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheshire frowned, pulling back slightly, his ears flat against his head. "You know me? I certainly don't know you... I wouldn't be able to forget someone as tasty as you." His eyes narrowed, then it dawned on him. "Alice?" He was certainly surprised, his eyes roving over her form, remembering how she looked as a young girl running around Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;"This is... Certainly a surprise." He remarked after a moment, another smile forming on his lips. "Well then, would you like a tour from me? I'll show you some interesting things..." he stated, adding emphasis on the last word, almost as if he was going to show her things that she shouldn't see or know about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.  It was like he'd suddenly had an epiphany when he realized who she was.  She had grown up, though, so it was understandable that he didn't recognize her.  Tasty?  Good enough to eat?  Those certainly came off as... flirty comments to her.  She wasn't exactly sure if she liked it or not.  "I hope it's a good surprise," she mumbled.  It certainly was for her; she hated to think that she would have to go back home.  She didn't want to one bit.  "A tour?" she repeated.  "I think I'd like that.  I haven't been in this part of Wonderland before.  Or maybe I have, and it's just changed.  I can never know with Wonderland."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: I’m the one in bold. (: The first example is a masterxslave roleplay, and the second is an Alice in Wonderland roleplay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Additional Information?:&lt;/b&gt; I wasn’t sure if an elf would be okay, but… I figured it probably would be. (:</content>
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    <title>elventuesday @ 2009-01-15T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-16T04:35:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-16T04:54:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff00ff"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: #ffff00"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cccc"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ff00"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #808000"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;Thanks. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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