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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Mar 6, 2010 21:07:29 GMT -5
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i think i hear your heart beat
as i lean my head on your chest
speak and kiss me, breathe
and then you say the rest
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[/size][/center] Kara was once a formidable opponent. You could still check her out on YouTube. The video was now a reply to the Stage Fright episodes, which increased how many views it received. Not that Kara knew any of this. Just sayin'.
The point is, that she'd once been strong, someone that could make a grown man shake in his boots. And here she was, looking like a frozen microwavable dinner that was past it's expiry date.
Kara had stolen a blanket from somewhere within the school. It was thick, but it didn't quite shield her from the winter breeze at 9:00pm. She was horizontal on a campus bench, knees tucked as closely to her body as they could go. Her teeth chattered and her eyes were screwed shut. She was in that awful just-before-you-fall-asleep state, desperately hoping for the darkness to find her.
Her room was a stranger to her, her collection of stolen goods gathered a hefty collection of dust. She didn't use it as anything more than a dressing room, and even then, she didn't have enough clothes to call it a closet. Right now she wore a threadbare sweater under her frayed and patched winter coat. A pair of no-name sweat pants barely covered her legs - she had them since she was ten, and the length of them showed how much she'd grown since then.
She started humming, Donde Estan Las Estrellas, a melody of her own creation, in an attempt to lull herself to sleep. The harmony was a haunting lullaby she'd composed right after her first death. That's how she thought of her 'incident' two years ago. The first death, because her second was just lurking around the corner, impatient to wrap its arms around her in a more permanent embrace. Even in this world where magic seemed possible, she knew she couldn't cheat her fate again.
Tonight was before she'd gone to the post office, before Eiji bought her lunch, before Leo demanded she do something productive. It was before Miki discovered her on her bedroom floor, decaying like a corpse begging for salvation. Which would explain why she looked like a homeless child.
"Fuck you," She spat to no one in particular, the cold increasing her agitation. A shiver shot down her spine, shaking her frail bones until it was an all-out convulsion. One it faded, she went deadly still, a shock of warmth enveloping her from the vibrations. Then that disappeared too, and she was left with the company of herself.
Or so she thought. lyrics are from Failure Of A Secular Life by Leave With Me[/color] |
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Post by jn on Mar 18, 2010 19:00:18 GMT -5
It had been centuries since he attended The Academy, and just as long since his last visit. He had few memories of the place he considered 'happy', and even those were tainted by something darker; he normally had no desire to visit upon his former home to just reflect. But lately, he wasn't behaving normally. He was frequently plagued by his Anathema, which instilled in him a sense of great helplessness and loneliness, and he spent his nights wandering. He never knew where he was going, nor what he was looking for, only that he deseperately needed something, anything to cure him of his bizarre affliction.
He now stood before the great lake on the grounds of the school he hadn't seen in so long, blinking as if he had just awaken from a long slumber. He hadn't the slightest idea how he got there, but that seemed to be happening more and more lately.
Damn feet. He thought half-heartedly. Well, if he was there, he might as well have a look around before leaving again.
Trees here. Lake there. Big building that way. Jael sighed. It looked more or less just the same as he remembered it. Damned feet of his couldn't even walk him somewhere interesting. The most interesting thing in the whole damned place was probably that shivering, pathetic-looking girl on that bench.
He moved nearer for a better look. She looked like she could be homeless, dressed the way she was, teeth chattering, humming some song to herself like a madwoman. But she was so young...could she simply be a student?
Oh, what a sad little picture you are...
He was considering speaking to this...individual, and perhaps offering food or...a shower or something, when she suddenly spoke. His attitude changed immediately.
"Aren't you a polite one." He snarled, taking Kara's harsh words as if they were meant for him. His curiousity was quickly replaced by disgust, and he raced through her mind, searching for some explanation for her "verbal attack."
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Mar 24, 2010 21:58:57 GMT -5
Kara jolted upright, eyes open but unfocused. Jael startled her so severely her shivering stopped for a good two or three seconds. Then when her vision sharpened, the shuddering became equally as cutting, and she peered up at the man with ivory skin. He looked like her, only significantly healthier.
He seemed to have taken her outburst personally. She couldn't bring herself to care, and instead narrowed her eyes to examine him. What would manners have gotten her? Pity? And what could she do with pity? Latch onto it and suck him dry of apathy? She wasn't in the mood, nor was she physically capable. In her weakened state, her gift shriveled to reflect her personal strength. Her gift would pack as much of a punch as a moth to a bulb.
In her mind he would find no reasoning for her explosion aside from the relentless underthought of It's so fucking cold! Frio, frio! His search might bring him an answer as to why she was out here, because that thought was always lingering on the forefront. When you were convinced you were going to die, that feeling hung over you night and day, awake and asleep.
"Aren't you arrogant." She remarked. It wasn't very witty, but her mind was too numb to think of anything else. She found him arrogant for assuming she was talking to him, as though he was worth her time. Of course she was no better to hold herself above him, especially with the situation she was in, but she couldn't help but associate him with 'the rest of the world'. The world that didn't, couldn't, and wouldn't understand her. |
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Post by jn on Mar 28, 2010 13:21:52 GMT -5
((In this post, Jael is thinking "you" an awful lot, but unless I specify it, he's not directing his thoughts to Kara. He hasn't, as of yet.))
What a witty conversationalist I have stumbled upon. He thought to himself dryly, choosing to answer her with a bored stare. She used the same format I did, cutting all of two words and replacing another. Clever girl.
Jael dropped himself on the bench beside the girl, crossed his ankles, and arched a dark brow at her. "If it's so frio, go inside. I'm sure it's much warmer in there." He jerked his head back toward The Academy.
He didn't see what would possess her to sit outside, all alone, in the middle of the night, wearing little more than a blanket in such temperatures. If she wanted to spend time alone and undisturbed, surely she could do it somewhere warmer. Hopefully it wasn't laziness that kept her from moving inside; mortals were disgustingly slothful, but for fuck's sake, the doors were only a few feet away!
She was thinking about death, for some reason or another; he couldn't be bothered to dig any deeper than the very surface of her mind.
So you think you're going to die. What are you, another suicidal teenager, thinking, "no one understands me, I'm better off dead?" What kind of trouble have you seen in your tiny little lifespan? Boyfriend break up with you? No date for prom?
"Or are you trying to freeze yourself?" Finally, he voiced his accusations. He was harsh, as always; he hated the suicidal even more than he hated most mortals. If she was looking for pity, she'd do well to look elsewhere.
Ordinary as this girl is, if she does mean to freeze herself to death, I've got to give her some credit for the method. No one ever thinks of freezing. Everyone's all about hanging and cutting and pill-popping, but more common than that, they just think about suicide and carry on with their lives as pitiful shells of who they once were. They're always looking for some way to die, but they never want to do it themselves; they see a car rolling down the street and think about running in front of it, but they never do. They're too scared. They're the worst kind, begging for their lives to be ended and then begging to be spared once their wish nearly comes true! No one ever really wants to die.
Jael gave a low, pained hiss, clenching his teeth and gripping the back of the bench so tightly that the wood threatened to splinter.
Damned suicides.
He gasped, uncrossing his ankles so he could dig them into the ground. He suddenly felt like he was suffocating.
You don't...ever think about anyone else, do you? Try living like this!
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Mar 28, 2010 17:03:01 GMT -5
So he was going to invade her personal space as well. She tugged the blanket far away from him, making it clear he was unwelcome on her bench. When he commented on the estimated temperature of the Academy's interior, she narrowed her eyes, "I'm sure it is," she hissed, not missing how he plucked the Spanish word from inside her head. So he could read minds, hmm? How convenient. She was well aware of how pathetic her thoughts sounded, how insignificant, how self-pitying, and mostly how melodramatic. This knowledge didn't make her any less miserable however, and she hated that this complete stranger stared at her with the disgust she deserved. He didn't have to project his thoughts into her head, she could feel the superiority emanate from him, the repulsion.
Was she trying to freeze herself?
"It's an experiment," She told him in a monotone, and she wondered if he would just let her explanation slide, despite knowing it was the furthest from the truth. Kara leaned even further away from him, not liking the feel of his eyes on her. Then he sucked in a sharp breath, and she couldn't help but look at his face; the eyes she so vehemently avoided.
His eyes seemed unfocused, like he wasn't entirely there. He looked as though he was in pain. She wasn't concerned, not really, but she did worry about what this would mean for her. Was he some crazy man out to kill people? Is that why he assumed she was trying to die out here? Was he going to offer to help her out?
Fuck. That.
Kara stood, and the sudden head rush made it difficult for her to think logically for a couple seconds. She stumbled a bit, using the bench as a brace for the back of her legs, then straightened.
"Experiment over," She tried to sound unaffected, cold, distant, but the anxiety leaked into her voice, "you've interfered with the data." Which would be true, if data meant her life. He was an unwelcome intruder, and she was doing him the courtesy of letting him know. |
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