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Post by Machina on Jan 7, 2008 3:03:48 GMT -5
"Nnnn..." Violet eyes fluttered open as the familiar dull throb in her head subsided. Kalan was lying face down in an unfamiliar area, her frilled dress now sporting patches of dirt and debris. She slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes; still clutching what was left of her precious doll. She blinked once. Blinked twice. Her eyes finally adjusting to her dimly lit surroundings. One hand swiped at her eyes as she tried to acquire a sense of familiarity; but to no avail. "Where am I?" The small voice barely registered as her own as she peered around, her fingers finally becoming aware that they were clutching onto something. "C...C...Camile?!" Kalan shrieked as she recognized the headless figure in her hand, the doll she had carried since her arrival on Earth; the planet that had forsaken her. Camile had been her only solace and she felt lost and alone without her lifelong companion. Her vision blurred with tears as she clutched the doll to her chest, an image becoming clear in her mind. "Oh!" She snapped her eyes open in shock, looking around desperately, trying to find the one she had called mother; but she was nowhere to be found. She clasped a hand to her forehead as she saw more visions flashing before her eyes. The screaming. The wind. The blood. So much blood. She stared down at her own hands, scarred and matted with dried blood where her own wounds had once been. How long had it been? Her hands were much larger than they were then. Her clothing felt tight, her body felt strange. Where was she? She knew who she was, but not what she was; she knew what she had done. But why? Why mother? She had always treated her poorly, but Kalan hadn't meant to hurt her 1. She shook her head again, finally looking up to the sky and catching glimpse of the massive building which seemed to materialize out of nowhere. She sat in a daze, her eyes locked on the fantastic structure; her features twisted in a complacent expression. 1 Read her bio for more information.
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Post by Minamoto Yukichii on Jan 11, 2008 2:17:51 GMT -5
"Hmm. Hmm. Hmmmmm." Yukichii was humming idly as he strolled through the desert, his mind wandering to and fro. The sound of his steps were all that kept him company on his desolate journey, which seemed to lead him to nowhere in particular. "What a beautiful day!" His words were all that kept him company, his chin rising to take in the view of the sun which burned down on him from high up. His mindless wanderings did, of course, sometimes take a turn for the worse.
"Unf!" A soft groan was uttered as his legs collided with something, though he was unsure of what. He lost his balance as a result of the collision, his eyes widening as he tumbled forward; though he was consoled with a soft landing. "Hmm.. What could this be?"
He blinked his eyes as his hands moved slowly, feeling the softness beneath his fingertips. "The desert floor shouldn't be soft..." He mumbled to himself as he forced himself into a sitting position, his hands still placed upon the soft landing spot and he looked down to examine what he had crashed into.
"Whaaaaaattt?!" He let out a horrified shriek as he realized his hands were planted directly on the breasts of a young girl, appearing to be no older than a prepubescent human.
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Post by Machina on Jan 11, 2008 5:49:10 GMT -5
Still in a daze, Kalan barely saw the male coming at her from the corner of her eye before he was on top of her. She was too shocked to let out a sound as she fell to the ground once more, this time her back was pressed firmly into the hardened earth.
"Nnng.."
A low mumble escaped her lips as she pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to evaluate the situation. Her lips trembled and she let out an ear-splitting scream as her eyes finally focused on the figure above her. She had felt movement, but she hadn't come to the realization of what caused it.
"Kyahhhhhhhhhh!"
Another shriek and she was scrambling backwards, wrenching herself from the males form, her body still hot where his palms had rested. She panted breathlessly, her eyes wide as she stared at him; unable to comprehend the situation. Why had he run into her? Why had he touched her like that? She had never in her life had someone come in that close of contact with her, other than to harm her. Is that what he wanted?
She wheezed and coughed, her body trembling as she tried to grip onto something, anything, but there was only dirt beneath her fingers. Then she spotted it, the ravaged form of her doll, trapped beneath the left thigh of the man who had violated her.
"C.. C...C...Camile!"
She pointed a shaky finger towards the doll, her eyes glimmering with terror at the sheer notion of her precious possession coming in contact with such a vulgar person.
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Post by Minamoto Yukichii on Jan 11, 2008 22:16:59 GMT -5
Bewildered by her reaction, Yukichii couldn't do anything but stare at the young female. Never in his life had one had such a fierce distaste for his touch, in fact, women swooned for him. What was the matter with this girl? Was she insane? That had to be it. There was no way the a poor, disheveled creature like herself could find him unattractive, was there?
Her shrieks of terror left him stricken, his mind running a muck in confusion, finally stopping on one word. Camile. Who was Camile? He raised his eyes to her, following her shaky gaze to his thigh and he tilted his head at an odd angle. "Hmm, what is this?" He shifted to the side, eyeballing the headless body that sat in the dirt, it's form squashed from his weight. "A doll?" He lifted it to his face for a closer inspection and found that it was dressed in a similar fashion as the girl who had been screaming only moments ago.
"This? Is this what you want? But it's a mess!" He cried out thoughtlessly and shook his head, tossing the doll to the side. "I'll buy you a new one, a prettier one, with beautiful violet eyes to match yours. What do you say?" He leaned forward, his face stopping inches in front of hers, his breath caressing her skin as he spoke.
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Post by Machina on Jan 12, 2008 22:58:50 GMT -5
A blink. Another one. Yet another.
"Eh?!"
Kalan voiced her confusion as the man spoke, her eyes locked on the doll, the doll that she loved so very much. Her outstretched hand trembled and then dropped, her quizzical look now turning to one of pure outrage as her beloved friend was tossed to the dirt. Her small hands balled into fists and she raised her lifeless eyes to meet the gaze of the stranger.
"Ca..mi...le...."
The words were barely audible, even to herself as she lifted herself from the ground, now standing on two shaky legs. Her anger was unmistakable and she took one step forward, swaying as she moved. Long strands of lavender hair fell into her face, shadowing her already dark eyes; causing an eerie glow to radiate from her pale features.
"How.. dare you..."
The words were more of a rasp than anything, her small frame now towering over the sitting male. A wind picked up as she stared at him, unblinking; one hand finally relaxing after several moments of silence. Then suddenly, it sailed through the air, landing directly on the side of his face; the sound reverberating in the barren silence of the desert.
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Post by Minamoto Yukichii on Jan 13, 2008 1:52:45 GMT -5
The ringing in his ears was the only thing that let Yukiichi know that this was not a dream. His mouth fell agape and he stared into the vastness of the sky without a trace of emotion. He was in shock. No woman had ever slapped him; punched him, kicked him, called him all sorts of names, but never slapped him. It was the worst kind of insult to a mans dignity in his mind. It meant he had truly done something wrong. Women only used a slap as a form of degrading a man, not injuring him or getting revenge. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to retaliate; not on such a young girl.
"Eheh. Eheheh..." The chuckle was soft and not intended to mean any harm, it was the first reaction his body had to the blow which did more damage to his ego than his physical being. His eyes fell to the ground, finally regaining their life and he shook his head in silence. He closed one hand, readying it as if to strike her in return, but relaxed it just as quickly as the idea had sprouted into his mind. "No..."
Yukichii lifted his gaze to the girl, a strange expression coming over his features as he caught a glimpse of her own expression. It was lifeless, morbid, and all color had been drained of her; what little coloring she had to begin with. It was like she was in a trance, and he knew what angry women were capable of; but this was different. She appeared to have lost all touch with reality, her form trembling before him. "I'm sorry." The words were muttered up to her, his eyes still trained on her pale face, his hands at his sides as he leaned forward. Upon closer inspection, there was life in her eyes, dimmed life; but it was there.
"Hey. I said I'm sorry!" Still no response. "HEY!" He reached up a hand to touch hers. It was ice cold. What was going on with this girl? He had never seen anything like it before. It scared him, yet intrigued him at the same time. He decided to take a gentler tone with her. "Hey, come on, snap out of it." He took her hand in his, still watching her eyes for a response; finally frustrated at getting none. "You're a pain in the ass you know that?"
The mumbling was only heard by himself and he bowed his head as he released her hand, pressing his own to the dirt as leverage. He then rose to his feet, realizing that he was at least a foot taller than the girl and he gazed down over her. 'She's so small...' He shook his head to chase away any oncoming thoughts and he tilted his head curiously. 'But maybe...'
Without another thought he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the girls shoulders and he pulled her close. How old was this girl, really? Who was she? All these questions formed in his mind as he held her, his breath rustling her hair as he let out a sigh, wondering how he could make it up to her. He could tell she was fragile, like a child. Hell, for all he knew she was a child, but she was so soft... He couldn't let go.
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Post by Machina on Jan 13, 2008 23:47:22 GMT -5
She was still lost in her trance when she felt a strange warmth surround her body. Though the voice that met her ears never did reach her consciousness. Her eyes saw nothing, her body barely registered the presence of another, but in the back of her mind she knew something was different. She had never felt this before when trapped in a rage, it was always cold, desolate; so where did this warmth come from.
Almost mechanically, her arms moved, touching the form of the man who held her tightly. Still locked in her trance, the arms closed around him; savouring the sensation that she had never come to know. It was calming and serene, unlike anything she had ever felt. Then she heard it.
Thump. Thump Thump. Thump.
It was the sound of a heart, a sound she knew all too well; it was beating right next to her ear. The fog over her mind began to fade and she became aware of the presence that captured her own. Long lashes fluttered as she awoke from what seemed to be a deep sleep, her breaths soft slow; her eyes raising.
"Kyahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The face before hers was far too close, her body wrenching to break free of his grasp; her own having already given way. She knew that face, it was the face of the man who had treated her possession like garbage, the man who had violated her; AGAIN. She was furious, but not in the same way as she had been.
"Let go of me!"
She hissed up at him, her fight still not waning as she glared up into his eyes. She could feel her heart pounding steadily as she struggled, but it was not her actions that caused its behaviour. It was the closeness of this man, the strange way he acted; why was he holding her in the first place? This is what she truly wanted to know.
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Post by Minamoto Yukichii on Jan 15, 2008 4:04:43 GMT -5
He didn't feel her breath, he didn't feel the pounding of her heart, he didn't even realize she had come out of her trance. His own heart was racing, his mind spinning, her scent driving him mad. He was so confused, yet entranced in his own right. She was different, different from anything and anyone he had ever met. No one had put up such a resistance to him and it intrigued him to push, though she seemed so childlike to him, so innocent. It made him want to rough her up a bit, but at the same time he wanted to protect her. She seemed like she had been hurt many times before.
"Who the hell are you anyway..." His mumbling was cut off by the familiar screams and he turned his gaze down to the girl once again. "Eh? Calm down..." He spoke firmly but softly, his lisp turned into a slight frown. He tightened his grip as she fought, his iron will refusing to let her go before he knew more about her.
"Stop fighting. You won't win." He spoke more roughly with her, his hands pressing firmly into her back to keep her still. "Now, who are you exactly?"
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Post by Machina on Jan 15, 2008 17:16:01 GMT -5
Kalan's movements deadened as his thick tone struck her. She was shocked that he had spoken to her that way. She had heard it many times before, the coldness and force with which people who were supposed to love her had used. But she didn't even know this man, why would he be cruel to her? What had she done to him? She asked herself this many times in the past and though she had been used and abused for years she still didn't understand it.
"Why..."
The word was soft as she closed her eyes, trying to stop the flow of tears that threatened to spill. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" As soon as they had closed, her eyes were wide and full of emotion; staring up into his as she screamed. She wanted to struggle and fight more, but she had no energy left in her body. Her hands balled and she pounded on his chest with what little strength she still possessed, nearly drained from her previous rage.
"Why..."
She squeaked, a hiccup cutting off her sentence as she let her forehead drop to his chest, her frame shaking with each sob. She was afraid, but not of the man. She was afraid of her own vulnerability and her inability to break free of his grasp. His physical presence was enough to frighten her, but the way he held her and the aura she felt around him was not one that meant harm; it wasn't something she was used to and she knew not how to react.
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Post by boogieknight on Jan 15, 2008 21:19:21 GMT -5
The heat would have been taxing had Boogie not employed a weak ice spell for a portable air conditioner. The amulet he had acquired from his earlier adventure jiggled as he marched to an irregular beat. He was still fatigued, but much of his strength had been restored after a good rest.
A distant scream of a young girl pierced him and Boogie charged in the direction of the screaming. The girls' screams persisted and Boogie left a wake of sand behind him as he increased his pace. He saw in the distance the young girl in the grasp of an older boy.
Boogie was not one for cursing, but he wanted to convey all that needed to be communicated in two words or less when he shouted, "Hey a**hole!"
A magic spell would harm the girl as well, as would most of the sophisticated armed techniques he knew. Boogie decided to rely on something simpler. He leaped into the air, then spun as he employed a kick aimed for the boy's temple.
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