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Lurking
Nov 10, 2009 18:56:26 GMT -5
Post by Aylura on Nov 10, 2009 18:56:26 GMT -5
My harness wasn't on quite right, I think. When the parachute opened, the sudden deceleration yanked my harness so hard that it cracked one of my ribs. I didn't really feel it until a few hours later (once the adrenaline wore off). I'm glad I did it--it was on my list of things to do before I die--but I don't have any desire to go again. Music's a fantastic choice. I was just wonder what happened to music education today--all education seems to be narrowing in on the english and mathematics needed to pass arbitrary standardized tests. We need more creativity or else everything's just memorization. It's a shame, really. :/ Thanks, sera!
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Lurking
Nov 9, 2009 20:16:41 GMT -5
Post by Aylura on Nov 9, 2009 20:16:41 GMT -5
*sing-song* ~I'm not dead--gonna bump an old thread!~
Skydiving's fun; you should try it! I hopped out of a plane in June of last year to celebrate graduating undergrad. (I did break a rib, though... It was worth it. Granted, I don't plan on doing it again any time soon.)
I also suggest trying grad school, Dawby. What type of program are you thinking of?
>.> I, uh, kinda fell off the face of the internet-earth. I'm currently in the second year of a PhD program and doing research on the Earth's atmosphere. I <3 research, even if it's taken over my life.
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YAy!!!
Sept 2, 2008 12:18:07 GMT -5
Post by Aylura on Sept 2, 2008 12:18:07 GMT -5
HAPPY EXCITED DANCE. Oh, wait, I'm supposed to be lurking. Right. I'll write!
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Post by Aylura on Jul 7, 2004 13:13:06 GMT -5
((Fei'daqq RP, taking place in the Halflands a part of my realm and the Fei'daqq's home world. It's an open plain where portals in and out can easily be created. The land is riddled with small streams all drifting down from the surrounding mountains. There's an abundance of fresh water, fruits, and life. Many come here to gather and rest while traveling, although some would prefer to avoid it if they can. ...There is a chance of injury, but that probably won't happen...))Drifting waves of green grasses toy over the meandering streams in the Halflands. A light breeze had picked up sometime in the afternoon and it lingers as the sun begins to fall from the sky. The time is still far from night, but the temperatures have started to cool and some clouds have picked up out of the South, threatening rain. A white form limps out of the mountain path and moves over to a corpse of wither-tall scrub. Before entering the prickly foliage, she had glanced around with pink eyes to see if any were here. Seeing none, she ducks her head and slides into the brush. A small clearing on the banks of a creek feel the hooves of this mare. She tenders her right front limb as she bends down for a drink. Her eyes close as she savors the cool water and the shade cast by the manzanita-like bushes. It appears as if she hasn't had a drink in days, nor a good bite to eat. Her ribs under her tattered coat rise and fall with her breath while her spine and hip bones protrude through weathered flesh. Atop the mare's back rests a red-winged dragon creature. Its fin-like tail drifts across the mare's scared pelt as it watches for any approaching bodies. This land was known for housing more company than the mountains, but it also kept a better source of food and water.
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Post by Aylura on Dec 14, 2005 22:30:28 GMT -5
"Good question," Aylura agrees in all honesty. A playful smirk curves at the corner of her mouth at the thought.
The cat shifts her gaze to the distant trees. Was that just a unicorn? "Human most all of the time," she nods as her attention returns to Dawby. "Average, run of the mill college student with a too-active imagination. This," she glances down at her paws, "Is just a product of my imagination. Or so I'll keep telling myself."
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Post by Aylura on Dec 14, 2005 22:14:22 GMT -5
The feline approaches the now collapsed human with a nonchalant pace. She sits, too, with a weighty plop of her hind-quarters. Her ears briefly flick forward at the name, but the soon resume their satellite dish rotation to the various frequencies, voice, and sounds of the Orchard.
"I see," Aylura states with a blank feline stare. "Well, at least you don't have to worry about personality disorders or a complete dissociation from reality."
Scratch that. "Or you didn't have to worry about that until today," she amends with a click of her teeth.
The cougar smirks briefly before letting her snow-and-shadow marked maw fall back into place. "Only sometimes. Depends on my mood. I haven't eaten anyone in a while." As if on cue, her stomach makes another throaty protest. "I mean anything... I mean... Oh goodness."
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Post by Aylura on Dec 14, 2005 21:55:34 GMT -5
"Orchard," is all she can mumble between her canines. "At least that would explain the language filter."
All and all, it wasn't something to be terribly upset about. The Orchard was a great place to be, but the low growl in her stomach reminds her of the food she was just about to eat. Now there's no food in sight.
She spies three feline anthros of some breed, what appears to be two humans, and two unicorns. Well, now one unicorn and a bunny.
...Ok, make that no non-off-limits food. Aylura can't very well go around eating Orcharders, now can she?
(editaddition)((DSL - Was that last part to me? If not, just igore this paragraph.)) The cougar doesn't seem to notice the smile from the cheetah-girl. Or, if she does, her reaction is more-or-less the same as it had been. Who are these people, anyway? She recognizes Pega, and what she assumes to be Pega's sister, but the other's turn up only the empty spaces in her memory. "I don't live here," she replies curtly but with obvious confusion. "I just got here."
Her snow-capped ears flicker to the sound of that human since it said her name. One of the white markings above her eyes squishes as she forgoes her annoyed scowl for a more quizzical look. "That'd be me," she answers, now getting to her paws. "And... I'm sorry. I don't think I know of many people with a... um... Human? Character?"
Aylura's tail-tip swishes at the last word, clearly not pleased with how that came out. "This is all rather strange."
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Post by Aylura on Dec 14, 2005 19:31:37 GMT -5
Still jittery after her first final of the week, a dark haired girl stumbles into the apartment and casts her messenger bag off in her room. Her shoes are tossed to the far reaches of her closet and her keys bounce from a rubber band. "Yes!" she exclaims, when she finds a ticket mentioning the fulfillment of her repair request. After two months, the flapper on her toilet is finally reconnected with its internal gizzards.
The corner computer turns on with a whir. As it loads, the girl searches her apartment for food. Cupboard after another, she's left empty handed. Noodles without sauce, expired yogurt, expired bread, cheese, some hotdogs she's forgotten about since October... In the very back of her tea cabinet, behind the boxes and boxes of her lifeblood, sits a single box of chili. "I wonder how long that's been there," she thinks aloud, before shrugging and throwing it in a pot. Some cheese, some heat, and it starts to bubble.
As it cooks, she returns to her computer. If this inanimate object could cringe, it would. It knows what's coming. She sits down, rolls up her sleeves, and prepares to continue 'working.' Multi-tasking is more like it. Load Outlook, InDesign, Illustrator, Windows Explorer, FrontPage, iTunes, and Firefox. All are brought up as fast as she can move her mouse to the prompts. Firefox takes the brunt of the attack - two windows, three tabs each. LJ, DA, E-mail, class webpage, university portal, and the last one - The Orchard Message post. The last is a guilty pleasure, meant only to take her mind off the left-over final's buzz.
Before any of them load, she returns to the kitchen for her chili and whips out her electric tea kettle. With a little water and a quick reset of the socket, it starts to bring the water to a boil.
She turns, chili in hand, happy to just sit down and enjoy her evening. She raises the fork full of warm chili to her mouth as the rosy pink of The Orchard floods Firefox.
But not all events come in such a familiar package. She's overwhelmed by the feeling of falling. The world's too tight and too loose at the same time. The fork's dropped into the bowl, the tea slowly comes to a whistle, and her room is suddenly filled with trees.
"What the FILBERT?!" ...Wait, that's not what she wanted to say. Aylura distinctly remembers trying to say something with more 'umph.'
"Filbershinglewhere the hector am I?!" Again, her familiar excited speech patterns are reduced to a string of harmless confusion. Aylura flattens her ears and huffs at no one in particular. Her long, white-tipped tail beats the ground in annoyed 'whumphs.' Oddly enough, she doesn't seem to surprised to be in the stocky body of a cougar. Maybe she just hasn't noticed yet.
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Post by Aylura on Sept 7, 2007 22:34:40 GMT -5
Heey... I remember you, drago.
I suddenly feel kinda of old. And lurk-y.
(At what point in one's leave from the Orchard is it pertinent to reintroduce one's self?)
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Post by Aylura on Jul 10, 2006 18:53:44 GMT -5
*EXCITED*
*proceeds with EXCITED dance*
Yay!
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Post by Aylura on Jul 4, 2006 16:52:26 GMT -5
Name: Aylura e~mail: aylura @ yahoo.com website: www.dreamsbeyond.netsample or premade page: realm.dreamsbeyond.net/cbana-2.htmWhat underground food is one of a C'bana's favorite foods? -Potatoes prefered sketch #(s): 2, 3, 1, 4, 5, 6 color scheme(for all but 5 and 6... unless you have a suggestion):-I'm not familiar with Final Fantasy, unfortunately... naming suggestions:2 - Drifting Tide, 3 - Wanderlust, 1 - Rides the Wind, 4 - Sands Runner, (5, 6 - I am unsure, as again, my background on computer games is limited) Last minute URLs-I IMed you the URL that's missing from the parents list. (It's the sample page above) If you need me to send it to you again, let me know. comments: :0P ...heh, I'm a little last minute, aren't I?
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Post by Aylura on Dec 28, 2005 23:18:39 GMT -5
Welcome! Just means I might have to trade you when I get this whole paging thing down to an art. <3 *luff*
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Post by Aylura on Dec 28, 2005 22:39:52 GMT -5
Oh wow! They're awesome! The second one is absolutely striking. *luffs* *violently stabs Mac's inability to edit webpages without eating the code*
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Post by Aylura on Dec 24, 2005 23:47:02 GMT -5
Oh wow! Thank you, Silv! I love her! *glee* I really like the dorsal stripe on Chaos's, the pose and color of Lex's, the wings on Jag's, and Raven's decorations, especially. They all have such personality! Whoot! *happy - must work on pages when she figures out how to use this Mac*
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Post by Aylura on Dec 13, 2005 14:39:07 GMT -5
XD Glad you like them, Axis!
*bump* *amused*
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