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| User: | thelittlerose (198775) :: fear of death in the back pocket of her jeans ::
...in the palm of her hand, affection... |
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| Name: | Rosette Delaroux | |||||||||
| Location: | Paris, France | |||||||||
| E-mail: | shinkuha@gmail.com | |||||||||
| AOL IM: |  MemoriaeObscura (Add Buddy, Send Message) | |||||||||
| Bio: | Rosette Delaroux is the owner of a small print shop in Paris, specializing in the printing and creation of elaborate wedding invitations and the like. She works by herself in the shop, and runs it herself. Rumor holds that her husband was killed by the Germans, but she claims never to have married. Rosette Dessaigne is an active member of the resistance movement in Paris, and is often responsible for the creation and printing of pamphlets and other propaganda. Dessaigne is the penname of one of the biggest openly anti-German writers in Paris. She has thus far evaded capture by German authorities by sheer luck. Rosette, whichever name one knows her by, is an enigmatic figure. Intelligent, quick-witted, and with compassion that knows no bounds, she is at the center of the resistance movement - and she would have it no other way. It was only meant to be an interception You kept fear of death in the back pocket of your jeans In the palm of your hand, affection It came like a sudden gust of wind Leaving them bewildered to ask how I recall last time we met, you said we'd meet again The irony is only bitter now These days everyone cries, "say uncle" They want to touch your spirit lest it die For this your sons and widow gather with us at the table To form a healing circle for our new demise These days everyone cries, "say uncle" I retrieve the memories quickly as I can Add them to the portrait we all draw in our minds Your body gone, we shall keep the man I close my eyes and hope they do not fade These remnants of a voice and a smile Images of landscape, cloaked in forest green Like your life unfolding mile by mile A fierce embrace, a word of thanks A cheerful whistle, and hours in a van Somehow these pieces must bring back the man you were Though the ocean claims your ashes on the sand These days everyone cries, "Say uncle" They want to touch your spirit lest it die For this your sons and widow gather with us at the table To form a healing circle for our new demise These days everyone cries, "say uncle" I retrieve the memories quickly as I can Add them to the portrait we all draw in our minds Your body gone, we shall keep the man -- Vienna Teng, "Say Uncle" RPG journal for ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} la_vie_rpg. | |||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||
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| Friend of: | 20: adalhelm, agent_faust, bibliothecaire, bonjour_benoit, endofnight, fancy_lamorne, ginou, heil_hans, iceskatecharlie, jackiepearson, la_boheme, little_scary, oscar_ontherun, paperlucy, selfimposed, sonnenschein, thelittlerose, v_victorious, viveka, wolfwork | |||||||||
| Member of: | 2: la_vie_ooc, la_vie_rpg | |||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
