Showing posts with label [Aura]. Show all posts
Showing posts with label [Aura]. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

#51 ~ Red

The Real
GRE in two weeks. *gulps*

The Paradise
Is now closed. *sighs*

The Fashion
Lately I've been not wanting to do anything: shop, take pictures, put together anything that resembles something. I still have more pieces to show off the the Festival of Sin...and I'm working quickly.

And I hate you shadows. *hrrmppfs*


Taxi to: Festival of Sin

Skin: [Aura] Helena - Honey - Love Notes (Pre-Release for Festival of Sin) *VIP*
Shape: My own
Make-Up: Cheap Makeup - Tableau Lashes FREE
Make-Up: *elymode* makeup - Gluttony Shadows - Citrus (Festival of Sin)
Hair: [e] Over - Red08 *MESH*
Eyes: .:A&M:. Element Eyes - Ocean (Group Gift)
Eyelashes: Mynerva
Eyelashes: .ploom. Lashes 6

Dress: BOTHER.Lipstick - Green (L/Before) (Festival of Sin)
Shoes: Ingenue ::Khan Heels:: - Bruise (Festival of Sin)
Knife: BOTHER.Choppy Knife (bloody) (Festival of Sin)
Necklace & Bracelet: Dark Mouse - Avidita (Festival of Sin)

Pose: Frooti (Festival of Sin)
Location: (WOS) Missing Mile RP Community, Soap
Listening: Alanis Morisette "You Oughta Know"


Friday, February 10, 2012

#36 ~ Promise

The Real
A lot of time I procrastinate. I realize this isn't a good thing, and I know I shouldn't. That there are so many hours in the day. Days in the week. Weeks in the month, before the end in which deadlines will come and those days that happen and I need to focus with those deadlines...it's just at an end. But maybe one cannot come out of their procrastination. Maybe this is what and who they are. They are forever caught in this little bit of procrastination cycle that is bleating like forever baby sheep, wanting to grow out of it, but never really doing so.

You would think, for a woman who has done and did a few things, that this would be something that I could get by and move on from, but it's embedded into my psyche it seems. As much as I tell myself that I will change for the better and do this or that, I can't seem to pick up the motivation of that particular thing and push the procrastination effect away from me. I would hope that one day - I could just wake up and it would have left, leaving the front door open in its wake, but it's still lingering in the hallway, bags packed - almost like it's wanting me to beg for it to stay.

I wish I had the strength to yell and scream for it to go. Instead, I just walk back into my bedroom and close the door.

The Fashion



Skin: -tb- Gatcha Skin - Date Night (Season's Gatcha - Winter)
Shape: My own
Make-Up: Cheap Makeup - Tableau Lashes FREE
Make-Up: cheLLe (eyeliner) EyePop Blueberry
Hair: [Shag] - Your Wish - Eve (Project Themeory)
Eyes: :[Plastik]: Vae Collection - Senn
Eyelashes: .ploom. Lashes 6

Dress: [Aura] Balloon Dress - Leopard Blue - *Mesh* (Valentine Gatcha - Shopping Cart Disco)
Pants: (MIlk Motion) My Boyfriend Jeans (Old FLF)
Scarf: -paper.doll- Leopard - January Gift (old)
Shoes: R2 " Kanaloa Elua - Sky *Mesh* (Collabor88)

Pose: GLITTERATI
Location: Whisky a Go Go
Listening: Ciara "Promise" 







Wednesday, February 8, 2012

#34 ~ Cornflake Girl

The Fashion
 Newness at Elikatira! Newness at Collabor88!


Skin: [Aura] Briar - Berlin - VIP - Cream *Group Gift*
Shape: My Own
Make-Up: -Glam Affair- Make-up Layer 01
Make-Up: Cheap Makeup - Latex Liner Dark Burgundy
Make-Up: [Aura] Briar - Coral Lipstick - Cream
Hair: [e] Abbey - Brown 08 *MESH* (NEW!)
Eyes: .:A&M:. Element Eyes - Sea Foam *Group Gift*

Dress: The Sea Hole - Nausicaa Dress - Crimson (C88)
Shoe: [Pixel Mode] Fae Wedge - Khaki
Purse: (PRISS) Reid Bag in Blue (Project Themeory)
Jewelry: The Sea Hole - Nausicaa Laurel - Slate Blue (C88)

Pose: Magnifique Poses
Location: Lula
Listening: Tori Amos "Cornflake Girl"


Saturday, January 28, 2012

#25 ~ The Rebel's Woman...

The Paradise
Under the weighted boot of El Generale, those within Cassava need an ear and hope. They look to those who are young and strong. Ones that would stand up to the cruelty that the he has brought into the city and country, in hopes that they will have a chance to regain somewhat of their livelihood back.

They are The Uprising. A young group of individuals, locals of the isle striving for a purpose. Some are thieves, others hold respectable jobs, some are fathers, mothers - your sister...

The Fashion
Taken at the Rebel's base on Cassava Island, home of Paradise Lost Roleplay




Skin: - DAMNED - MHO1 Hunt Gift
Shape: My Own
Make-Up: [Misc. Inc.] I Love Liner - Diligence 1
Hair: "LoQ Hair" Cobbler - Hypnotic Red *Group Gift*
Eyes: :[Plastik]: - Aleria Collection/Seelie - Blu
Eyelashes: Mynerva
Tattoo: You + Me = Fuck

Top: [ SAKIDE ] Ribbed Tee-shirt Dress Wine
Tape: :[Plastik]: Bandaids <3 U-Darkest
Skirt: [ Cynful ] Poskskirt - 2012 Special Outfit
Stockings: *League* Side-Gartered Stockings - Bramble
Boots: drd lazyheel *Zombie Popcorn*
Bag: DECO - Slingback (Skulls) *MESH* (Group Gift)
Earrings: [Aura] Phosphorus - Club Hoops - Coral
Rings: PIDIDDLE - Gawdy Ring - Citrine (Season's Gatcha - Winter)

Pose: Olive Juice
Location: Cassava Island
Listening: Don Henley "Boys of Summer"


Thursday, January 19, 2012

#18 ~ Socially acceptable...

The Real
I've always been addicted to social media. Been in the know. Been into computers and the whatnot. I MySpaced, I Twittered, I telneted, I AOLed, I chatroomed, I have done it all. I still like to do it. Sometimes it does it get overwhelming and now and then it does stop me in my tracks and I have to take a step back and say....WHOA.

But then I jump back in like a kid in the bouncy ball room. Weeeeeeeee!

The Paradise
"Get together...right now...over me"... "hot time..summer in the city..."

The body count is rising. The Peacekeepers are making trouble by burning the clinic down, while the Rebels are shouting for blood. The locals are caught in the middle. Isa...is caught standing in the square, not knowing what to do..or where to precede.

The Fashion
You can connect with me here:
About Me: Simply Dou
Twitter: @Simplydou
Klout: Simply Dou
Plurk: Douleur







Monday, January 16, 2012

#16 ~ Drive...

The Real
Motivation.

Lack there of. I get up. I move. I can't seem to foster anything else. January is not the best of months. Some may call it the blues. I'm in the City of Blues. Oxymoron. But I feel it. It's dragging down deep. In a few days it will be my birthday. I will be another year older, another year wiser and still....where?

Motivation withstanding.

The Paradise
I'm standing here alone.

The Fashion
Just...drive...




Skin: -tb- {LIght} C88 Fusion Skin - Light Brows (C88)
Shape: My Own
Hair: >TRUTH< - Velvet w/Roots - Swedish (Stumblebum Brigrade)
Eyes: .ID. December Group Gift / Green
Eyelashes: REDGRAVE -19- DIVA

Jacket: *COCO* Shirt & Parka (Check Red) Group Gift*
Tank: fri.day - Romcom Tank (White) (FLF)
Jeans: [ATOMIC] Skinny Jeans - Vintage
Boots: DECO - Harness Boots (small) *MESH* (FLF)
Bag: [Aura] My super oversize sack - Bear Rawr - Green *MESH*
Earmuffs: Willow~ Woodland Earmuffs - Bear (Season's Gatcha - Winter)

Pose: Torridwear *No longer*
Location: Three Moons Village
Listening: Dave Matthews Band "Drive In, Drive Out"

Monday, January 9, 2012

#9 ~ My world for a song...

The Real

I want to believe in fairy tales. I want to believe that there is something out there to make this world…a little bit better.

So where do we find it?

Do we latch on to delusions of things? Conjure up mysteries and mayhem to excite us? Fabricate a person to worship and rejoice in, and make others believe?

Tell me why you follow down the path you’ve chosen. Was it instilled in you when growing up? Did you find your belief, your faith, or your non-existent feelings on your own?

How do you decide if you’re going to be a good person, or a person who cares only for themselves?

I want to believe in fairy tales. To blind my eyes with dreams of niceties, and fellow man. To drink heartily from the cup of life and not let those that spout hatred and perform atrocities bother my soul.

But as an adult, I’m no longer allowed to believe in fairy tales. I’m no longer allowed to believe that peace will reign one day. That our Earth will stop weeping. That our children, and our future generations will see the good that we have sowed, instead of the bad.

If I am allowed to believe, and within, belief in myself, then I won’t worry about the persecution that may come from what I chose to follow.

I’m following a fairy tale.

The Paradise
We opened today. Good turn out. A little drama. "Oh I can't play here because so and so plays here and she's a whore." Uh...what? Hello? Kettle calling one black? We're all whores. Welcome to Second Life. Whore is an everyday word. Get used to it.

The Fashion
I've been reading a lot of J.D. Robb. Eve. Inspired.


Skin: :[Plastik]:-Aleria - Sandcastle-Flush (FLF)
Shape: My Own
Make-Up: R.icielli - Freckles 1
Hair: ::Exile:: Betty Lou - Midnight (Purple bow) (TDR)
Eyes: :[Plastik]:-Haunt Collection - Hera's Gold (FLF)

Jacket: .:A&M:. Punk Baby Outfit Leather Jacket
Shirt: -Tres Blah- C88 Graphic Tee - Leopard Cross (C88)
Pants: *Fishy Strawberry* Moto Pants Beige (Fashionably Late)
Shoes: [PM] Luna Leopard *MESH* (Group Gift)
Glasses: Alphavillain - Mathletics Sunglasses (large)
Earrings: [Aura] - Phosphorus - Club Hoops - Violet (Four Corners Event)

Parasol: The Sea Hole - Heron Parasol - Sunbeam
Gun: Titan Industries 92FS Beretta

Pose: GLITTERATI & Long Awkward Pose
Location: Sick
Listening: The Police "Murder By Numbers"


Sunday, January 8, 2012

#8 ~ Isabella Maria Radcliff

The Fashion


For this little challenge: Coral.




Skin: -Glam Affair- Monica Tan TRD 28
Shape: My own
Make-Up: cheLLe (eyeliner) EyePop Lime
Make-Up: *BOOM* Hard Candy - Pink Sugar
Hair: Raspberry Aristocrat - Dulciana - Brown Bittersweet
Eyes: .ID. December Gift / BlueGreen
Eyelashes: Mynerva

Top: JANE - Femme.lace Cami - Pink Blush
Skirt: JANE - Maxi Skirt - Lillith - Blush (fair) *MESH*
Shoes: Maitreya Gold * YaXkin Cocoa Sandals
Earrings: [Aura] Down Pour - Melon *VIP Group Gift*
Necklace: MIEL - UVA - Coral *Group Gift*

Pose: GLITTERATI
Location: The Dreamer's Islands
Listening: Silence (It's Sunday Morning)


The Paradise
Maybe what should be noticed about Isabella Maria Radcliff is the intensity of her eyes. Her mother always said that her eyes could bring down the most worthiest of opponents if ever in a cat fight. Maybe it was true, but the woman that would step onto the island not even a few months after her thirty-second birthday hadn’t even thought of those words in years.

Isa was born to Paula Ora Carlona, a Cassava native and John Michael Radcliff, a British Navy Captain,  on June 7th, 1979. Life on Cassava was a child’s playground – the beach, the sun and the wild. War, chaos and hunger lingered in the air but for a child, she would ignore as much as she could, or as much as her mother would hide it from her. Even when those in the cantina would shout and argue about the El Generale and his men, the dissatisfaction of the people. No money. No food. Where was her father?

At the age of ten, she was shipped off to London to live with her father and stepmother for each school year, as stated in the divorce papers signed by both parents during the joint custody hearings. Her summers would be spent upon the Cassava Island during the first couple years, but as she grew older, she came home less often, opting to spend her summers in the English countryside, or to travel off to France or to America. She had the advantages she knew others did not have, so she was bound to take them – why not. Who wanted to go back to a place that was so distraught and torn?

Upon graduating from high school, Isa decided to stay on, attending the London College of Fashion. Each and every semester, her excuses would get more elaborate on not wanting to return to the island, much to her mother’s dismay – and even to her own father’s. It was like she shunned the overall entity that was her culture. By the age of twenty-four, Isa finally returned to Cassava, only because her grandfather – her mother’s father – had passed away, and her mother had now been handed the reigns of the family business.

Many years would pass by that time. Isa’s life would be what she deemed she wanted, buying textiles and fabrics for the fashion houses in London. The world she knew in Cassava would only exist in letters she would receive from her mother, which she would now and then respond to around the holidays, sending money and gifts in exchange for her absences. It wasn’t until the day her father showed up at her flat that rainy Sunday afternoon to tell her…

…which landed her back at the door of the cantina, her mother – all but gone.

Monday, January 2, 2012

#2 ~ You don't know jack...

The Real
As the day begun, I could only think that my to do list was something I needed to start doing. The first being was to actually get up. Second, I was to actually get on the ball and do SOMETHING. It's strange being without work. Being without a job. I haven't been jobless for a very long time, and to be without one, especially for the type of person I am, gives me a feeling that my self worth isn't fulfilled.

Now I did have a job. But when I finally decided to go back to school (grad school that is) there was many things that I needed to do and one of those things was actually leaving the job I was currently at. I was going to be moving out of state, moving back in with the rents, de-cluttering my life, basically tossing my whole world into a massive upheaval of ...well a whirl wind.

So now I play the job hunting game.

I wish I could say that the feeling was easy, or at least - exciting, but in a way, it's not. It's nerve racking. You don't want to settle for less, but you're dismayed due to the extensive amount of qualifications 'needed' for a job. You must have this, or this much experience, or this much schooling. I know it's part of the reason why I'm going back to school. Even if I'm now eight months off my schedule. But, hey - it will save me $20,000. I will take it. Still, it's a bit heartbreaking, knowing you have so much knowledge sitting inside, and years of experience, yet there might be a few things you lack. Should that be tossed out? I'm not sure...

The Paradise
We are a week out from the grand opening of the sim. As Kris is finishing the build, the rest of us are putting on the finishing touches, well trying.

Working on a sim is not easy. It's a collaboration of people's ideas and thoughts. It's our dreams brought to fruition. Of course, we have our bumps and grinds, but what sim doesn't?

I've been itching to role-play for a little over two months now. Ever since Perdition closed, I haven't really been able to find a sim that has made me feel as comfortable to actually story-tell again, and because I now have this vision in my head of who my character is for Paradise Lost and Isa is ready to come out and play.

As for the next week: recruitment, building, NPC stories, more stories for the archives. I have to still write up the story for the Blue Lotus. We need a staff meeting. That will be done through Skype. All five of us are scattered throughout the world: me in Memphis, one in Canada, another on the west coast, one in England, and on in UAE. We are amazing.

The Fashion
It's a burning desire, but since the sim will open my shopping will have to slow...




Skin: :Plastik: Aleksandra - Ginger
Shape: My own
Make-Up: Cheap Makeup - Tableau Lashes *FREE Gift*
Make-Up: Cheap Makeup - Miss Priss Lipgloss 1 (clear)
Hair: ::Exile:: Veronique - Autumn/Fawn *Group Gift*
Eyes: Poetic Colors - Summer Wheat - Special Hunt Freebie
Tattoo: :Plastik: Feathers - worn

Sweater: [ SAKIDE ] Posh Winter White *With Love Hunt*
Skirt: [Aura] Bullet Proof - Ruffled Pencil Skirt - Skull - Small (MESH)
Boots: FIR & MNA The Orann Boots - Brown *Last FLF*
Bag: PRISS - Lang Suede Satchel - Dark Brown *Group Gift*

Pose: GLITTERATI
Location: Great Eagle
Listening: Alice in Chains " Man in the Box"