<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Giulia.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> <em>Giulia Sirenia Bellini - 'Jules'</em> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129137.msg5755111#msg5755111)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Movie Theatre<br/><strong>Musical Inspiration:</strong> <em>Amarilli(Giulio Caccini)</em> - Cecilia Bartoli (http://youtu.be/sG0Hqi8BQYM)<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Evening.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tebastian, Anyone.</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Her russet brows raised as she was addressed.  It was not often that mortals had any idea whom, or what she was - and then it was apparent that the dark haired man before her was not precisely mortal.  For a moment she did not answer his questions, only continued to sing as a slow smile edged her face, making apparent eyeteeth that were somewhat longer than normal.  <br/><br/>Jules tipped back her head, and laughed as the wind seemed to blow with a good deal more moisture in the air.  "The rain is a beautiful thing, and even the earth needs it - the water - as much as I do."<br/><br/>The siren's expression was playful and sweet at once - even while a predatory awareness rested behind it.  "I ... like it here.  Your human films have ... music."  <br/><br/>Her eyes widened, seemed even more blue as she spoke, stepping closer to the man with seemingly no name and a handsome face.  Good it was that he'd been polite; there would be no need for violence.  She did not prefer to drown the poor men, rather it was much more a pleasure to ... adore them.  <br/><br/>"It is the music that keeps me returning, though I shall never tire of the sea.  She is my only heart - as well you seem to know."<br/><br/>Stepping forward, she walked slow circles around him, giggling gently, while fingers that were cool to the touch ran down his back lightly - though in a quick brace of steps she was in front of him again, and leaning close, standing on her toes to better see the dark haired one's face.  A memory surfaced suddenly as Jules recalled he had something to do with the pretty Oracle, that they were bound in close ties, but what that was she couldn't recall.  Being in the ocean and content with her own will made such concerns meld away to nothingness, until only the cold perfection of the sea remained.<br/><br/>"You may call me Guilia - or even Jules, if you so desire.  Have you a name, oh curious one?"</span>