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Team Name: Now You See Us
Guild Leaders: ___Rogues _X_Merchants ___Rescuers
Name and Species: Zahir/Zorua
Strengths: She uses her ability to cry on whim to distract others, seeing as she is a female and people tend to pay more attention to her. Speed is another factor she tends to excel in, able to outrun most of the people she cons.
Weaknesses: Her brother. She tends to be overly protective of him. She is also noted for being easily distracted by things, therefore, losing her focus easily. For example, if someone says her name in battle, she is distracted from her opponent and is then vulnerable. She also tends to act before she thinks, which may at times be considered a good thing, though most of the time it tends to lead her to trouble.
Moves: Dark Pulse, Agility, Sucker Punch, Fake Tears
Accessories: None (the only
The Day I DiedYou took everything from me
You took my childhood
You took my innocence
You took my trust
You touched me without permission
You undressed me like a doll
You treated me like a common whore
You molested my body
You raped my mind
You murdered my soul
You may have been stopped, but it was too late
The damage had been done
I hate you
I loathe you
You, who robbed me of everything
You, who made me a woman before I finished being a girl
You, who defiled my body
That day you took everything from me
That day was the day you killed me
That day was the day I died
Night in DecemberAs a child, there was always something on my mind
I had friends, I joined clubs, but there was never the time
I was happy, I was cheerful, I was always on the move
I was a well behaved child, this much is true
Though I knew better, what I did had been done
I walked down the street, I enjoyed the setting sun
I had finished my club, finally heading home from school
Then something happened, something so very cruel
I was pulled from the street, I was taken by force
A man silenced me angrily, I had been coerced
My life had been threatened, he made this quite clear
The darkness had arrived and there was no one near
I was told what to do, my orders were gross
I begged and I cried, but I was wanted the most
I don't know what happened, I can't say I do
Though what I do remember was a woman's gentle coo
A different man had been yelling, he was so very angry
And a woman was there, hovered over me
The torture then hit me, what that man had done
I cried so loudly, asking why I was the one
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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