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DMourning Orb
Jan 7th, 2002, 03:22:11 AM
The book was open to page 53. On the cover a, title: Fleeting Moments, an author's name: Jeremetrius Owen. It was the sixth or seventh time that he had read the book. D'Mourning often sought and found comfort through immersing himself with the written word. He himself was a writer.

He looked up from his book, at the text again.

The book is about a man and a woman. They meet at a bus station, and from there share a night together. Two soul mates who meet by chance. Love at first sight. There is something more to the book, however, which makes it unique. In Fleeting Moments there are no words spoken. Everything that takes place in the book, are either the actions or thoughts of the two characters. It is literature which D'Mourning can definitely relate with.

He turned the page.

verse dawnstrider
Jan 7th, 2002, 05:31:12 PM
::Verse saw the padawan from where he sat. The boy was a padawan to Sage Hazzard. Sage was a great teacher. Verse had heard that the boy as Deaf and Mute. Verse knew how it was to be 'hadicaped'. Verse's own son was blind. How it must be hard to be that way. No way to talk to others nor hear what they say. Verse was never good with words. He always had a foot in his mouth or couldn't get the words out right. How he hated that word. Hadicaped. The boy was stronge in many ways already. Verse could tell that. Verse betted that the boy was better than himself in area's. Did that make Verse hadicaped? Was he hadicaped in a way because he was not perfect? No. The word was just an excuse in verse's mind. The Force rolled over the boy. he had skill. Could he read lips? Sign laugage? Only one way to find out. Verse walked up to the boy and wrote on a slip of paper.

Good Book?

::Verse spoke the words outloud and looked at the boy. That way he could see his lips. He also signed it in sign lanuage.::

DMourning Orb
Jan 9th, 2002, 01:40:07 AM
D'Mourning's eyes shifted to the slip of paper.

Good book?

A wry smile crossed D'Mourning's lips. He looked at the man, who's mouth and hand movement communicated the same message: Good book? D'Mourning laid his book face down on the bar. He made a mental check of the page number.

His hands now free, D'Mourning signed in response, I enjoy it. D'Mourning Orb.

He extended his hand to the stranger.