Post by soren on Jul 16, 2009 13:05:58 GMT -5
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The Important Details;;
Name:
Nicknames:
Age:
Year:
House:
Blood:
Orientation:
Do’s && Don’ts;;
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Goals:
Erised:
Boggart:
Patronus:
Dementor:
Look in the Mirror;;
Play-By:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Weight:
Short Description:
{Inside Your Head;;
Personality Description:
Family Matters;;
Parents:
Siblings:
History:
The End;;
Deshawn stared at the ceiling of his new bedroom in Hollywood, eyes wide and calculating. He hadn't slept in a day, and didn't feel the need to. He'd rather just think.
His thoughts always started out innocent enough. How that day of work was, what Romiette was doing in school, if his father was able to walk down stairs yet. It wouldn't take long, though, for his thoughts to turn kind of strange, like he was looking in through the window into somebody else's head.
His black skin gleamed, shining a deep silver where moonlight touched him through his window. His sheets were thrown off when it had gotten too hot, and his bare-except-for-his-pajama-bottoms legs were propped up against the wall. He lay sideway on his bed, head dangling off the edge of the mattress. He frowned, closing his eyes.
It was his father's dream.
Deshawn felt a curious sensation tingle up his spine, like something had left his body through the base of his neck. Pretty soon he was seeing high speed images of his father, his mother, a park, flowers. He saw his father was able to walk well enough again, and his mother was holding Marcus' hand, looking happy. They were walking... just walking, smiling at each other, stopping to look at poppies and ornamental black stones. They were happy...
With a jolt Deshawn struggled to open his eyes. He came to, finding he had somehow ended up hugging his knees to his chest.
This had been happening more and more often. Lying awake he'd space out, find himself in what appeared to be someone's dream, then come back more confused than ever. It wasn't even always people he knew. They were Hispanic dreams, Asian dreams, rural farmers in Minnesota dreams. It was like he could travel the world through the night, dream hopping from country to country.
Deshawn didn't know what this meant, but he'd sure as hell like to find out. In the meantime, he resolved, he'd keep his head down, and not mention this to anybody.
It scared him.
-Excerpt from Deshawn Wade’s application off the forum Shoulder The Sky
His thoughts always started out innocent enough. How that day of work was, what Romiette was doing in school, if his father was able to walk down stairs yet. It wouldn't take long, though, for his thoughts to turn kind of strange, like he was looking in through the window into somebody else's head.
His black skin gleamed, shining a deep silver where moonlight touched him through his window. His sheets were thrown off when it had gotten too hot, and his bare-except-for-his-pajama-bottoms legs were propped up against the wall. He lay sideway on his bed, head dangling off the edge of the mattress. He frowned, closing his eyes.
It was his father's dream.
Deshawn felt a curious sensation tingle up his spine, like something had left his body through the base of his neck. Pretty soon he was seeing high speed images of his father, his mother, a park, flowers. He saw his father was able to walk well enough again, and his mother was holding Marcus' hand, looking happy. They were walking... just walking, smiling at each other, stopping to look at poppies and ornamental black stones. They were happy...
With a jolt Deshawn struggled to open his eyes. He came to, finding he had somehow ended up hugging his knees to his chest.
This had been happening more and more often. Lying awake he'd space out, find himself in what appeared to be someone's dream, then come back more confused than ever. It wasn't even always people he knew. They were Hispanic dreams, Asian dreams, rural farmers in Minnesota dreams. It was like he could travel the world through the night, dream hopping from country to country.
Deshawn didn't know what this meant, but he'd sure as hell like to find out. In the meantime, he resolved, he'd keep his head down, and not mention this to anybody.
It scared him.
-Excerpt from Deshawn Wade’s application off the forum Shoulder The Sky