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  <title>inside my broken imagination...</title>
  <subtitle>where nothing is reality</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Rena, writer of memory</name>
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  <updated>2006-07-25T06:37:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_imagine:1148</id>
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    <title>PotC ~ I'm Gonna Be a Pirate!</title>
    <published>2006-07-25T06:37:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-25T06:37:22Z</updated>
    <category term="pirates of the caribbean"/>
    <lj:music> Nothin' :\</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;I have too many fan characters. .__.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's yet another fan character of mine, for PotC rather than Kingdom Hearts, and I pretty much know nothing about her except for the fact that she's stuck on Tortuga, looking for any sign of Captain Jack Sparrow or the Black Pearl. Why? Cause she wants to join the crew under her idol, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, this is really just a concept for mahself. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I'm Gonna Be a Pirate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG [Unless having drunk people makes it PG-13... o.o;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Fanfiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; DRUNK PEOPLE. Okay. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Does Kristen and a dog count? xD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Naw duh. D8&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Pirates of the Caribbean belongs to, of course, Disney. I just created this character and all the ideas I have about her, thus far, are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; What happens when you've been in Tortuga for too long and haven't been drunk once? You start talking to things, first off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tortuga. The only free port left in the whole Caribbean that hadn't been taken by the East India Trading Company... and it was full of drunks, pirates chasing women, gun fires, and pure mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifteen year old idly sat on a barrel full of rum, a mug full of the alcoholic beverage in one hand whilst she rocked back and forth on the round platform. Every occasional second she would be drinking from the oversized mug and the next she would be ducking a misfired bullet that one of the many drunks had fired, fixing her bandana neatly over her messy brown bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid drunks," she growled while she chugged another sip of the rum in her glass. Truth be told, it wasn't even rum! It was apple juice or, as she called it, flattened rum. Not that anyone cared; they were all pirates and they couldn't even tell the difference between their left foot and their big toe. With a heaved sigh, the tomboy stared down at the creature sitting obediently in front of her on the dirty ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I was &lt;i&gt;saying&lt;/i&gt;," she had replied, letting out another heaved sigh as she rocked back and forth on the barrel. The creature was none other than a dog while lifted up its ear to hear the tomboy over the roars, laughter, and shouts from all the pirates and drunks in the background. The only thing was, this dog had a pair of keys in its mouth and, every time it tilted its head to the side, the key would always let out a loud jingle whilst they clunked together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why am I even here, anyways? Just to learn how to be a pirate? Phft. Yeah, I'm gonna be a &lt;b&gt;great&lt;/b&gt; pirate, learning from these guys," the girl let out a sarcastic laugh only to have it followed by a loud grown, "If &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; comes around here with the little bit of information I would possibly need to be a pirate, the chances would be pretty much slim to none."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog let out a curious whine, the sound of keys jingling just as she took another sip of her not-so-much alcoholic drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me? Well..." she coughed and only gave a frown, having replied to a question from this animal that was never even asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever heard of Captain Jack Sparrow?" she questioned with a grin, "He's only the best pirate to ever sail the seas! Did you know that he tied sea turtles onto his feet and escaped from being marooned on some island, starving for days and without using his one-shot? He's amazing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that's why I'm gonna find the Black Pearl and join the crew. So I can learn how to be a real pirate from the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow!"&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_imagine:1023</id>
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    <title>PoH: Sleepy-bye, nappy time~</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T02:20:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T02:20:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music> Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;This is REALLY short but, I like it. :0 Hope you do too. -ish total dork for AdynxRena pairing- *3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Sleepy-bye, nappy time~&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Fanfiction, Romance&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: What does sea-salt ice cream in Traverse Town lead to? Lots of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nighttime in Traverse Town. Rena let out a yawn and continued to lick her sea-salt ice cream, staring out into the distance with her eyes half open. The young tomboy couldn't help but grow a liking to the stuff and, when she threw a pair of puppy dog eyes at Adyn, the goth boy annoyingly accepted. Too bad she was too sleepy to even eat it. The two sat outside the Accessory Shop, on one of the benches outside. Adyn let out a grumble, continuing to lick his own sea-salt ice cream. It was too quiet, too silent for Adyn's tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So..." the goth boy started out, keeping his golden eyes focused on the world's exit, "What you guys do today? Fight heartless, get chased by Yuffie, watch Raynie attempt to..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plunk.&lt;/i&gt; Adyn couldn't help but blink as he saw someone's ice cream fallen out of their grasp. Rena was no longer holding onto her ice cream, nor was she sitting up. Her head was laid down in the older boy's lap, where she sucked on her thumb and had her arm hanging off the bench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rena snoozed quietly as she laid her head in Adyn's lap, a neutral expression on his face. First, he picked up his hand and pet the girl's cheek with the back of his hand. Then, he started poking her cheek with a grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you even know how much that cost? Sheesh..."&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_imagine:631</id>
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    <title>PoH: Adyn's "Ice Cream"</title>
    <published>2006-05-29T02:31:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-29T02:31:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music> epitaph - .hack//</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Yay! The first story on mah journal! x3 Okay, soo... I was talking to Ash and Raynie and we were roleplaying our characters in PoH. :o And, that actually got some new ideas... CRACK!filled ideas. xD You'll get it when you read it. Now... enjoy! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Adyn's "Ice Cream"&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Humor, Romance&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: You know how Rena is curious? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hey, Adyn-kun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two were sitting on the rooftop of the Gizmo Shop, licking their sea-salt ice cream that Adyn had snagged from a new vending machine. Adyn stared off into space, just glancing around the district, while Rena stared up at the older boy. She had a question that she had been thinking about for... well... just a few seconds, actually. She stared back down at the sea-salt ice cream, holding the popsicle stick as a cool yet sticky, blue liquid dripped onto her un-gloved thumb and index finger. "Do you like me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a choking noise, as if Adyn was choking on his popsicle stick. A sweatdrop fell down the back of Rena's head and, magically, Adyn's ice cream disappeared from his grasp. He cleared his throat, trying to act as serious as possible. "If you're talking about loving you... then no." Tears filled up in the young girl's eyes, giving him that awful puppy dog pout that he loathed so much. "I-I like someone else!!" he exclaimed, nervously, just as Rena started to lick her ice cream again. "Ooohhh..." she said, sounding devious, while an evil smile crept onto her somewhat pale face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is it?" Adyn blushed and stared at the ice cream, as it dripped onto the rooftop, that was menacingly pointed at him. "Uh..." His face turned even more red, and he cleared his throat once again while regaining that seriousness out of the blue. "A... guy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ADYN'S GAY!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rena's jaw dropped but it couldn't been seen over the hand placed over her mouth. Adyn's wing gave a flap, what happened when he got annoyed. "Be quiet... No one can know, already?" Rena gave a nod, an innocent gleam in her eyes. The goth boy sighed and took his hand off of the young keyblade wielder's mouth, just as she stuck the ice cream in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adyn blushed again but answered anyways. "His name is... Axel..." Following that name came a sigh, as if he was a girl with a crush. The tomboy sitting next to him giggled. "Oh... Axel, huh?" A devious grin formed on the young girl's face just as a pair of arms wrapped around Adyn's own arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You smell like Roku-kun, Adyn-san~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goth boy blushed and jerked his head around, seeing a familiar head of red, spiky hair and shining, emerald green eyes. Rena giggled once again as soon as she heard Axel say something about 'smelling' like Roxas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, he smells like salt, sea, and cookies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, pretty much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought I smelt original..."&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:broken_imagine:422</id>
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    <title>broken_imagine @ 2006-05-21T17:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-21T21:22:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-21T21:22:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music> Arabian Dream - Yoko Shimomura</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Testing~ testing! xP&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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