Wednesday, April 13, 2005

   More fic
Oh and I have made a new FMA movie wallpaper, go see if you like

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Her eyes slowly opened. She was sore all over from the cuts thanks to the holly bush. Then she noticed the pain in her leg and tried to move.
‘Sit still, you must be calm.’
She hadn’t noticed the boy sitting by her side. His eyes were the same as hers and his dirty blonde hair flicked across his head. He was not the guy from before. Had she possibly dreamt that moment?
‘What is your name?’ the lad asked gently.
She tried to speak but her voice was caught in her throat.
‘Winry,’ another voice said.
He walked in, she had not dreamt it. But she had dreamt of him many times. Nothing but his face yet it was etched into her memory. She shrank back in fear. How did he know her?
‘Who…who are you?’ she stuttered.
For a moment for two more he studied her, before replying, ‘Edward Elric.’
She had heard this name before. Master had mentioned it around her before. He had always said it with a harsh tone in his voice. She knew that tone well for it was all she heard when he spoke to her.
‘Where am I, how do you know me, do you work for him too?’ she asked in a panicked voice.
‘You are at our home. I have tended to your wounds,’ the gentle boy said. ‘My name is Al. We don’t work for anyone. Please be calm.’
Yet she could not. Edwards eye scrutinized her in a way she had never been before. Men looked at her in a way that disgusted her, but his glare was something altogether different. She couldn’t look him in the eye, but she knew he stared.
‘Who were you running from back there?’ Ed asked.
She would not answer for she did not want to. It was this stubbornness that had got her into such trouble in the first place. So what if she did not want to be what they wanted her to be. She would take the beatings for she was strong.
But his eye was on her again and it sent shivers through her. It was as if he could read everything about her just by looking. Had he dreamt of her?
‘I’ll go make some tea, which should help calm you.’
She smiled as best she could at Al as he left. She wanted him to remain but kept quiet. Ed took the place on the chair next to the bed.
‘How do you know my name?’
He laughed. This angered her, what on earth could be so funny.
‘It is a long story, but I assure you I do not know that man who was chasing you. Why was he chasing you? If you are in some kind of trouble you must tell me.’
‘Why do you care?’
Her question was so abrupt it shocked her as well as him. She finally met his golden glare and did not let it go.


Ed stopped dead in his tracks, why did he care?
He had always tried to help anyone in trouble. She had seemed in trouble. That’s all it was right?
Just as it was with Al, it was hard to look at her and not think of his own Winry back at home. Her eyes may have been a slightly darker blue but they were just as wide and innocent. Pinako had always said she could get away with murder just by looking at someone. She certainly did with him anyway. Only once had she ever given him the wide eyed look and not he given in. What haunted him most was the look in her eyes when they had departed for the last time. He had hoped he had seen something there…something new.
‘I just care, that’s why. How is your leg?’
She flushed when she realised it was exposed. He had to keep from a snigger. She was so skittish yet so stubborn.
‘It’s fine. Why did you bring me here?’
‘I couldn’t just leave you there…’
‘No. Why didn’t you take me back there?’
He sighed, ‘You ran away for a reason. Are you…are you…a Jew?’
She looked at him for a moment and then shook her head. That was his greatest fear for her put to rest. She looked ashamed however.
‘He…’ she began as if answering his questionable look, ‘he hates them and wants them all dead. He doesn’t like new people…or anyone who is different.’
He dared again. ‘Why were you running from him?’
She sighed. ‘I am not the same as my sisters.’
‘Sisters?’
She nodded. ‘All married with children. All social elites. I am not one of them and never want to be.’ She shook her head. ‘What am I telling you for?’
He went to respond when a commotion was heard downstairs. There was the sound of someone thumping upstairs.
The door burst open.

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Monday, April 11, 2005

The fic
Here it begins guys. I warn you, this is going to be very long. This is only part one after all. Tell me what you think. Oh and if you haven't seen the whole series this will spoil a lot for you.

******** 'Have We Met?'

Much of his time was spent wandering alone lost within his thoughts. When he wasn’t speaking to Al or reading his books, Ed would wander the streets of Munich and sometimes out into the country on a nice day. People barely noticed the young man with gold eyes. He was known for keeping himself to himself.
It was because he was unable to forget. His only aim in life was to return home to his waiting loved ones. Least, he hoped they would be waiting. They had no reason to be true, but something deep in his heart told him they would not give up hope that easily. His brothers face would forever be embedded in his mind; the smell of Pinakos cooking, the feel of Winrys hair brushing his arm.
Today he decided to walk in a direction he had not tried before. He had been in this city for a year now and was slowly getting to know it inside out. If he got lost he would surely be able to find where he was just as quickly. Getting lost did not bother him for he was used to wandering. But oh, how he would give anything for a reason to stay still.
Rounding a corner he stood at the end of a very wealthy looking street. The houses were all immaculate, gardens tidied to perfection, women walking by in the most expensive clothing Munich had to offer. Thankfully he did not look out of place however much he felt it. Taking a deep breath he decided to proceed. He casually walked down the street not talking to anyone as he always did. He stopped to look at one building across the road from where he stood. Flowers decorated every window giving the place a fresh but somewhat false feel. It was more like a hotel than a home.
As he stood admiring the front door burst open. A figure darted out quick as she could. She wore a long satin dress but covered her hair and face with glasses and a head scarf. A cry rang out from the house.
‘That blasted girl has gone again!’
A man appeared. He looked fierce and angry at that. He was a bulk of a giant, fists clenched as he scanned the area. Ed pointed down the street. He ran off in the direction that Ed pointed to acknowledging him. Course Edward gave him the wrong direction. He decided it would be best to try and find her. She could be in any kind of trouble. Apparently this was a regular occurrence.
He ran as fast as he could in the direction she went. Although she had run out of the house quick as a flash her dress would be tangling itself in her legs. He ran past the pair of glasses she was wearing at some point. They had cracked and the glass was falling out. Turning a corner he saw a headscarf tangled in some bushes. It was caught in some holly; sharp as knives was this bush. Her cover was blown. A horrible thought went through his mind…perhaps she was a Jew. If she had been marked by the community anything could happen to her. Yet, she was in fine clothes in a fine house. Perhaps they were looking after the girl, but all she wanted was to return home.
A cry of pain rang out. He picked up where it had come from and followed to where she was. There was a fence covered in more holly that had recently been disturbed. He clambered through. She was lying face down, her long slivery blonde hair sprawled about I the grass. She had a nasty gash on her leg and her dress was caught on a spike on the fence. The rest of her body had also clearly been caught by the needle like plant.
‘Are you alright?’
She gave a small squeal at his voice.
She turned to face him.
Sapphire met gold.
‘W…Winry?’
The girl gave him a terrified look. She ripped off the part of her dress holding her and got up to run.
‘Wait!’ he called.
He didn’t need to run far. She collapsed from the pain in her leg. She turned to face him one more time, before fainting out of sheer terror.



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Sunday, April 10, 2005

Pics
Yea, its a little lazy of me to just update old pics, but I was bored inbetween my work so I played around. The pic of Winry pregnant is for a fic I am reading. The author is fantastic so I had to make this specially for her new chapter.
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Saturday, April 9, 2005

   Finally
Its taken a while but my FMA tattoo has finally healed. Didn't hurt to have it done, unlike the cherry I have on my stomach. Apparently thats because its on my thigh which is thick. However that also means the ink takes a while to settle in.

I might post one of my FMA fics on here, if anybody would like?
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Sunday, April 3, 2005

My japanese name is 小川 Ogawa (small river) 歩 Ayumi (walk, deeper meaning: walk your own way).
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Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.

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   Hello
Hey everyone, I'm sorry I've been away for so long. I went home and left my computer at Uni. But now I am back.

I was my birthday yesterday. I turned 19 years old, which is odd as I had only just adapted to being 18. But my mother turned 40 as well so it was more important to her.
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Wednesday, March 16, 2005

   St Patricks Day
Top o’ the mornin’ to ye. And how be you my good man on this fair St Patricks Day. Ye better not be drunk for it is said an Irishman is not drunk as long as he can hold onto a blade o’ grass and not fall of the edge o’ the earth.
T’will be a most joyous day, one for all o’ me kinsmen to have a spot o’ Guinness and for all ye other folk to adopt Irish blood and drink the night away.
But let us not be forgettin’ why we celebrate this day. Some believe it to be the very day St Patrick died. For he was a great man who brought Christianity to the fair Ireland and chased all o’ the snakes out. People shall be going to mass as well as wearin’ green and eating Irish stew.

All joking aside, this holiday means a lot to my Irish family (me pa’s side). Although I avoid any of the religion it still means much to me. I know it means a lot to others all over the world and so I wish you all a fantastic St Patricks Day.

Erin go Bragh.

(ps, I have made a few St Paddys day e-cards...FMA I'm afraid)
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Monday, March 14, 2005

   OK Guys...
Here is my complete fic, this is the link to most of it

http://www.fullmetal-alchemist.com:81/forums/index.php?showtopic=3289

And here is the link to the final chapter. Hope some of you find the time to read, if only a little bit.

http://www.fullmetal-alchemist.com:81/forums/index.php?showtopic=3814

Feedback would be appreciated.
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Sunday, March 13, 2005

Ah well
This time next week I will finally be at home. I'm taking half my stuff with me. After Easter I only have a month left of Uni then my summer break starts. I say hiliday but to be honest I will be working.
I met somebody of the FMA message board yesterday, Kit (Le:Monkey online). It was the first I've even met anyone via the net. It was great, I cooked dinner and we talked about anime loads. I never really talk about anime to my friends as they don't know much lol. He gave me a little Winry keyring which I will treasure forever as memory of meeting him.
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Thursday, March 10, 2005

Great Quiz

D:

Your Beauty lies in
Intelligence. Logical, wise and a book-worm. You
have a mature beauty and
look that shows how smart you are. You rely solely
on your logic to solve all
your or anyone else's problems, which is a bit of a
two-sided coin. The fact
makes you seem rather emotionless and cold to some
people. Not everything can be
solved with logic. Despite it, many come to you for
advice and love how
smart you are, wondering if there is anything you
don't know. You probably don't
wear much make-up as it distracts you from your
studies, but you may wear a pair
of glasses just because you like how you look in
them, whether you need them or
not. For the most part, your looks mean little to
you, which makes all the more
attractive, especially when you're concentrated on
something. Good for you. Now
go get your next A+.

Some Things That
Represent
You:

Element: Water,
Light Animal: Owl Color: Black,
White, Blues Song:
Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata Expression:
Concentrated Stare

Gemstone: Topaz
Mythological
Creature: Centaur Planet: Uranus
Hair Color: Dusty Blonde Eye Color:
Gray-Blue

Quote:
"Knowledge is
power."

Where Does Your Beauty Lie? ..::Original Pictures Are Back! Detailed Results::..
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Thanks to angelsinthewindow for bringing this to our attention. Oh and my hair is blonde and my eyes are a blue/grey.
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