Recent content by Gwynnera

Now, don't get too excited, everyone. I'm only on here as a completely random thing. (I'm using a friend's 'puter, actually) I feel so loved! I love you all too! Here's some massive *HUGS* from me to everyone! I'm a little destitute at the moment, so internet and home just don't coincide...

I must apologize to those of you whom have been recently involved in my storyline, as this character. I have been away for a week, under extreme circumstances, so I may have to postpone this storyline for a bit. I need to take some time out to situate myself in life and its little nuances. I...

Gwyn moves to the cork boards again, heaving a tired sigh. The missive is already recorded, and she places it deftly beneath the others, again pinning it with a hairpin already removed from her unruly mass of hair. My compatriots; I regret to say I missed a meeting of my own devising...

Gwyn again approaches the boards, brisk footfalls bespeaking purpose. Eyes scan the missives after hers, and she gives a small, triumphant smile. First, she jots down the names of those who left them, then she turns the page, penning a short, scrawling missive shorter than the first. Lady...

A fair-complected, fair haired woman gracefully approaches the cork board, gazing at it with odd trepidation in her features. Her teeth gnaw at her bottom lip and her fingers, delicate and tapered, toy with the piece of parchment she holds. With shaking hands, she lifts it, and her eyes scan...

Gwyn's soundtrack shall be called "Surrender to Dream". I think it's fitting. Artist: http://foureyes.deviantart.com/ 1. Face Down- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus 2. Stupid Boy- Keith Urban 3. All I Need- Within Temptation 4. Amaranth- Nightwish 5. Bleed (I Must Be Dreaming)- Evanescence 6. Breathe...

A beautiful young woman, swathed in white, with curls of sun-kissed honey, stops near the boards. Eyes of smokey hue trace the words quite carefully. Her face, like porcelain, remains for a time expressionless. Over and over, she reads the missive, then very softly speaks, "Strange. Even...

The woman who posted the first missive returns to the boards again, though her demeanor is not nearly so resigned, though her injuries are more extensive. Her arm is bandaged, and the bulk of bandaging can be seen on her abdomen, but she does not appear as sullen as before. Instead, a glimmer...

The figure steps inside, eyes downcast, walking toward the boards with resigned, tremulous movements. Her face seems pale, streaked with tears long-since dried. Her eyes seem so cold, yet, at the same time, so haunted, so full of pain and despair, like a child who has just been told Santa...

The same woman stops in front of the boards again, perusing the note tacked beneath it. With a sigh, she tugs out a piece of charcoal and adds some writing to the note tacked beneath the first. The only thing I can recall is that he was large, around seven to eight feet tall, and bore a large...

The woman approaches the boards and hesitantly lifts a small slip of parchment to pin to it, with a pin worn within her hair. Although quite lovely, she seems distraught, and her fingers tremble as she lifts the paper to the boards. I am posting this to notify all who may frequent both the...