If it was a person...

[Black_Bird]

Pick an idea, and describe it as if it was a person...
Idea's include: Love, Death, Quantum Physics, The Economy... Any abstract idea will do...

Describe how this person acts, what he or she looks like, what he or she is wearing... Make it interesting.

 

[Black_Bird]

Baltimore.

Baltimore is an old black man, covered in the coal dust from the mines, wearing grey overalls, and a gray shirt. Other times he's wearing a grey business suit, smiling and laughing - he's quick to anger, though, and just as quick to violence. He has on him at all times a rusty old revolver.

 

[Debbie]

Death wore black as he descended amongst the people.Black dress pants and a black polo shirt.The collar pulled up, for a little style. Deciding the colour well suited him and his profession. It helped him to blend in. If he wore bright orange and lime green he found not only did it clash with his skin tones but screamed tourist.
No one turned their heads or gave him a second glance as he wandered through the lunch hour crowd in downtown L.A.
His timing was perfect, as always. Punctuality was a character flaw of his. Never late for a meeting with the late party or dearly departed.
Death was tired of his job and wished to retire. His job description as Grim Reaper, collector of Souls, left him cold and wanting for warmer, sunnier climates. Hell at this time of year seemed welcoming. Otherwise sitting in a naturally heated hydrothermal pool in Rotorua was very appealing. The sulphur smell made him feel nostalgic.
Scanning the crowd, Death knew his next client was close by. He sauntered, with his hands in his pockets. Whistling for that nonchalant, devil may care attitude.
He approached his next customer, watching as the man walked slowly. The man's limp prominant, struggling with every step, his gait slow and seemingly painful.
Death watched as the man waited to cross the road. Seeing him smile, warmly at the lady stood next to him, he waited patiently.
Seeing the man offer an old lady struggling with several shopping bags the man offered to help. Seeing the old lady returning his kind gesture with a grateful smile.
Death, the onlooker, stood, sensing the good in this crippled man. The Grim reaper's face was expressionless.
Death watched as the man coped carrying the heavy bags, escorting the elderly woman across the crosswalk, sensing the pain and discomfort in his injured leg, and seeing her safely to her parked car.
Death turned on his heel, turning a blind eye on the crippled man. Continuing on the quest for the next on his list.

 

[Andreina]

Exams

Exams are twins of the evil kind, they are called: 23rd Florence and 28th Syrian Archaeology... they share a lot of things, most prominently their boney fingers. They always dress in a sort of really really dark grey, almost black and wear hoots to cover their faces.
You can see them scribbling away with their boney fingers, standing over you when you are procrastinating (for example @ literotica, although < I > would NEVER do that), the lure you into the library with promises of silence and quiet in order to study but then wickedly make you bump into friends with whom you have to go for a coffee because you cant be rude like that. They also make you think of the weirdest exam questions that could come up, they make you look at all the other bizzy people in the library....
Their whole presence makes you tense up, they give you goosebumps and make you feel all uncomfortable....

stay away from them if you can.

I comfort myself that I will only have to encounter them 4 times (including those two) until i graduate.

 

[mig]

Quantum Physics

Ah!

Pass.

That's a damn good idea though.Must try to get brain working.

 

[Black_Bird]

Loneliness

Loneliness is a child, small, thin... Her white shirt is dirty and torn, and her jeans are ripped up at the knees.

You might see the little girl wandering around where she shouldn't be... in crowds and among large groups of strangers... or in small spaces where noone ever goes.

Don't ask her where her mother is, she doesn't have one. She'll just start crying and run away.

 

[Astro]

Hate

Hate never looks the same twice. It is whatever sex you are, whatever skin colour you are. This doesnt matter, because you never actually see this entity.

Hate stands just behind you, and backs you up. Any time you are in a fight or an argument it will be there giving you support. Anytime people try to build bridges between them, hate will be there with the ones trying to tear those bridges down.

Hate loves to talk, but can never listen.

 

[Debbie]

Depressed stopped at the local drugstore, looking in through the glass. Seeing the smiling mannequins. He contemplated walking through the door to the store front display and punching the plastic dummies till his soft, unprotected knuckles were raw.
Instead, he scuffed his old, worn sandshoes on the ground. Seeing his reflection in the mirror. He saw the torn, tattered blue cap on his head, faded till it appeared to be almost grey, the red plastic strap at the back, as he turned his head, was held only by sellotape.
His faded yellow t shirt was torn and full of holes; from where he had taken odd jobs as a welder and burnt himself and his clothing frequently. He scratched at his seven day old beard and wondered if he had enough small change in his pocket for a warm pie. The rumblings in his stomach told him he was hungry.
He felt in his his pockets for small change.
Just then his shoulder was bumped. A hapless skateboarder had barged into him.
Passing by without a pardon me or a 'scuse me the young lad continued on his way. Unconcerned if the bedraggled man he had thwacked as he passed by, quickly, on his latest model liquidizor $159 skateboard was ok.
Depressed was seemingly unconcerned as he counted his change, happy in the fact that after a quick tally, his small change would allow him to buy a hot pie and a pint of beer. What more could he want?

 

[Black_Bird]

Wicked was the type of guy you didn't mess with. He wore a black trench coat over a smart looking suit and tie. The shirt was black with red pinstrips. His tie was blood red. His long black hair is tied back in a pony tail. He has a perpetual three day beard, and is constantly smirking about something.

If he needs money - he always has a way of getting it. If he wants sex - he'll find a way to black mail any woman he wants, or he'll buy a girl, or, on rare occations, a he'll find one that will willingly fuck him... for a while, anyway.

He loves knives. Wicked carries plenty of sharp steal blades for any occation. Don't get into a knife fight with him - he will win.

 

[Guest]

Alone is not a very good friend of mine. It is like that of a caged lion waiting to be able to break out of its prison. It paces back and forth sometimes growling, sometimes just yowling almost as if in pain. When it has tried to venture out into world, on the many occasions that cell door has been opened, it decides to cower in the corner, its paws across its eyes, afraid to become one with nature.

Alone is dark gray, tinged in black. Its eyes are red and glassy from the tears it holds back. Alone can sometimes be found crying at the door, staring out into the beautiful sunlight wishing it could be free enough to allow the warmth of that yellow ball to penetrate its skin. Being friends with Alone is not always a nice thing. It can pass on it's aloneness to you so quickly it would make your head spin. Every color in the world will start to turn into dullness, eventually becoming so dull it is lifeless.

Alone doesn't smile too often, though it finds relief in the smiles of others. One day, though, hopefully soon, Alone will be able to set itself free and walk out into the world of people and colors and experience them with it's own eyes. It will taste the sweetness and love of all things around it. It will be able to live again.

 

[Black_Bird]

Astrology is a woman of mathmatical genius with a mad scientist streek. She tends to spend long hours trying to apply the newest, most accurate value for pi to all her equations - nothing is close enough for her. She believes in exactness - because even the minutest detail can drastically change the coarse of her scientific study. She also holds these wild outlandish theories and beliefs...

She's often seen wearing a lab coat, her curly dirty blond hair all in tangles... She always looks like shes running on two hours of sleep and three pots of coffee, and usually is.

 

[Cherry]

Intolerance ...

an arched eyebrow, sneering smirk on lips, hands over ears (less heard to consider), recording repeated over and over in mind "my way is best".

Spiteful and jealous of the pretty spirit dancing by.

Judgemental, to the point of imagining fault.

Lonely from the walls built around the heart ... never to know the joy that diversity brings.

Dressed in drabness, a contrived pompous posture, ready to explode into rage at the slightest infraction of disagreement.

 

[SilverVeil]

Love's face is in shadow until you truly know her. Her body is indistinct. But her heart is as big as a universe.

Her clothing is non-descript, and her hair is covered with a shawl.

There are imposters of Love. They are infatuation and lust. They will try and fool you into believing they are Love, but eventually your heart will know the difference.


When you find the true Love, she is beautiful, and you unwrap the layers of Love and to find she is everything you have been searching for. But when you introduce Love to your friends and family, they do not see the same vision of Love as you do. That is part of the magic of Love. Never appearing the same to anyone.

Loves hands are gentle when you need comfort, Loves eyes shine with an inner light when they gaze on you. Loves voice is the soft caress of a fresh breeze, and her smile can replace the sun in your life.

 

[Black_Bird]

Rubber Band Factory wears 50's clothes that are two sizes to small for the guy. He's tall and lanky and clumbsy; try's to act "hip" and "cool" but doesn't really fit in with anybody. He tend's to embellish the truth alot, but is often ends up fessing up.

He's pretty good at basketball though... Pretty Fly, for a white guy.

 

[perks]

Jealousy is David Banner, a nice kinda scientific guy. He's just hanging around like one of your buddies, until something sparks him off and he turns into the Jolly Green Giant's bad cousin Joey, an enforcer for the local mob. Joey doesn't wanna know your reasons or even hear the excuse, he just wants your blood. He'll smack you so hard you'll have green punchmarks on your internal organs. David banner isn't really cool after all.

 

[Vinny]

Terrorism

Terrorism has no gender, race, ethnicity, or religion. He/she changes faces continuously. Its goal is to scare all types of people away from their daily routine. To scare them, hurt them, mame them, or mostly to kill them. Terrorism has no place in this world for it is not a person to be reckoned with. Terrorism makes no sense. Terrorism is evil by choice. Terrorism is the enemy to mankind.

 

[MunchinMark]

Worry is a stern faced man in his forties. But the greyness of his slightly wavy hair and the odd wrinkle on his face make him look ten years older. He always wears a brown suit, it has a check pattern and the collar is too tight. He occaisionally looks at the clock as he waits for news.

His hands fidget. Now in his pockets, now behind his back.

His eyes are weary as they observe you and Worry looks like today was the first time that he has shaved in weeks. His brown leather shoes shuffle on the carpet.

He looks at the door and waits for the news. He thinks of nothing else.

When the news comes Mr.Worry is gone with a sigh. But he'll be back.

I can hazard Quantum Physics too. He's a slighty drugged Maths prodigy with an interestingly patterned T-shirt and at the same time he is a cat in a box and at the same time he is a wave and at the same time he is a particle. He is a twin, but he can never meet his sibling. He is a dangerous driver, because he can know where he is, or how fast he is going, but never both.

At least that's what he says he is.

 

[seXieleXie]

innocence hates to walk but prefers to skip wherever she goes. he hair is always mussed, no matter how often her mother brushes it. she wears colorful sundresses over patched up jeans and always smiles, even when she is alone. she's a little pudgy and has rosey cheeks. her laughter is musical and always bubbling out of her grinning mouth. she likes to chase butterflys but let's them escape on purpose because she can't bear to capture something so precious.

 

[Vinny]

Blow Job

Blow job is a meticulous being. Never sits still and tries to suck the life out of you.