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Welcome!

       Dear Reader,

It's my pleasure to meet you! To begin, I thought perhaps I would post a little of what is to come and introduce you to the Panda that was born when this idea began. I hope you enjoy this little snippit and I hope to hear your opinions on my writings. Please, don't hesitate to comment your critiques but please do so in an educated and constructive way. Thank you. Please, enjoy~ どうか読んでください。

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         Antoinette.

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Dark rings circling the lower half of her eyes, the panda drowsed in slovenly sleep as the afternoon sun hung low in the sky. Occasionally she gave a little shout or a startle in her sleep before falling happily back into the paradise of dreams. The panda's den was a dusty affair created of scraps of materials piled to create furniture perhaps with the odd car part as a base while her bed was constructed of a hammock hung between two supports for the building she rested beneath. The ground was strewn was needles, plastic and baseball paraphernalia while at the make-shift door was a dart board skewered with old needles, the ending of an undoubtedly frivolous night some time before.

Covered to the neck in fabrics, you could see naught of the panda but her characteristic eyes shut in slumber but hanging from the edge of the hammock, her left hand dangled holding a silver baseball bat tightly in it's grasp, chipped green nail polish that had seen better days layered onto her broken, dirt cached nails.

It seemed as if she had always been that way, living from the vestiges of the city, chasing targets in lieu of money. This hard-earned money went toward the purchase of a few things, food and clothes occasionally of course, they are the things one needs to live but she hardly cared for them. No. What she wanted was the chance to chase the real target, that shimmering, poppy strewn dragon ever so elusive on the streets. Often she would catch glimpses of it, embracing a man beneath the motor bridge or maybe drawing stars in the eyes of an ally and always an envy burned in her so great that she would stop at little to see the dragon herself, rushing through her veins like white gold, like all the love and wonder and happiness of human life condensed into a single liquid. But now she slept, an exhausted sleep.

Of course, this sleep was not long lived as, as soon as the sun began to dip it's way below the horizon an unkempt voice shouted in to her ---------

and there is where I shall leave you.

With the love of my good friends  a plot is indeed guaranteed but as of yet it is not written so you will have to wait a week or two before it's posted. I'm sorry!

Until then!