<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> Anyone.</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The theatre was more crowded than Jules preferred, yet it was annoyance she dealt with just to see the films.  To be more specific - it was the music in the films that generally snared her undivided attention.  As usual, she was dressed in a soft, white linen blouse that caught the breeze easily, with long sleeves billowing around her thin arms.  Her skirt was dark in hue and of the same fabric, and was of a length that caused it to drag upon the pavement.  Her sandals made a muted slapping sound as she moved toward the people congregating.<br/><br/>Brilliant red hair fell in artful tangles down her back and past lean hips that were almost boyish.  She liked the so called dress of the Rom, as it afforded plenty of movement space, and allowed the air - and particularly the moisture therein to wisp along her flesh beneath her clothing.  Tugging out the human currency needed for a ticket, she stared at it - somewhat annoyed.  She had recently returned from a long stint in the sea - having decided to give humans another chance - even though it had begun to seem as though the goodness she once knew years ago had fled from them all.  <br/><br/>Softly, she sang in Italian.  It made her smile to recall things that were all about her.  The Enemy, she thought, had it all wrong.  Making everyone fear was not the way.  To make them love you, to grant adoration until they die from the pleasure - and desire to die only for you ... that was the way.  It was in part why she wanted nothing to do with the entire conflict, yet as such things often went, one tended not to have a choice in war.  If for nothing else, perhaps it would be entertaining.  The recent smell of the rain had Jules closing her eyes to breathe it in.  <br/><br/>The water was everything.  These silly people just had no idea.  Her bright blue eyes flicked around, settling upon various people here and there.  She could see into the hearts of men - which had often made it difficult to spend time in so much much company.  Most of them were greedy, and were good for nothing more than being dragged into the ocean and kissed to death ... or just eaten alive.  She noticed a blond boy, and a dark haired girl talking to him.  Interesting.  She wondered where they would end - and how long fate would keep them alive.  There was as well a group of three that seemed to know each other well ... something being familiar about them, but there was not enough interest for her to attempt to recall whom these land dwellers were.<br/><br/>Her eyes lifted to the sky.  Was the hour neigh?  Or would fate keep a still night this time?  Her voice came out pure, and as perfect as it always did - though this evening it was only just shy of ordinary.  No need to draw any mortals to her ... they could all worship her later.<br/><br/><em>"Amarilli mia bella, non credio del mio cor dolce desio, d'eser tu l'amor mio* ..."</em></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><sub><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">*Amaryllis, my lovely one, do you not believe, o my heart's sweet desire, that you are my love?</span></sub>