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Post by C.C on Oct 24, 2008 20:35:23 GMT -5
Glowing dim as an ember[/size][/font] Her pale fingers ran across the wall to her left. The feelings that rushed through her body, the memories that even the walls held. The girls eyes closed as her pace seemed slow. She was not yet use to walking, after being trapped so long above ground, her feet were not yet used to being planted on the floor, hey were not use to being able to move. That was just a simple fact.
The walls held so much, mush more than someone would think. And so did she. An immortal was what she was, and even if the house made it impossible for someone to leave, it didn't do the same for her. C.C could leave, because she could never die. Even before walking through those gates she was unable to die, unable to escape life. Unable to get away from once was. She'd been cursed to repeat her sins, her mistakes. Having to have it all go over again in a cycle. Now, she even started her life back over. The time before the curse was given to her. Centuries ago she had been a slave, at the age of five. And she seemed to be one again.
Fate didn't like her.
C.C's green hair fell around her, seeming to glow in the light. It seemed to consume her back, making it be unseen to anyone behind her, it would only be green until you looked father down, her hair fell to the end of her back. The girl stopped walking, if only for a second, and her skinny pale fingers stopped on one spot of the wall. Her glowing golden eyes opened, and the memories that wall held seemed to go into her. A wall was not a living thing, of course it wasn't, but either way it went, it still saw things. And everything that seemed to take place at the very spot was now known to her. That was one thing she could do.
Her hand slid off the wall, letting her light green hair fly around her for a minute, before she started down the hall again. Her eyes seemed to watch the wall, and not where she was going. Maybe for the first time in her long lasting life, she should have looked forward, because by time she did it seemed to late to avoid the person.
And she ran into someone.
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Oct 25, 2008 21:53:59 GMT -5
Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?In the thick darkness of her violet and black decorated camber, Haruka tossed and turned in bed. Memories ran through her head, troubled memories of the past. Back in the classroom, back in heaven's hell; where all was perfect to begin with, but ended in destruction. She recalled his touch, his whispered words of demand, his accusing and his laughing. It was the laughs that she despised the most, they were coated with happiness and relief when he was having his way with her, as if he were high off blissfulness, while she was crying out in pain and begging for mercy.
It was not fair, it simply was not fair. In sleep, she groaned and made a choking sound, close to tears, and rolled onto her side, curling into a ball beneath her silk white sheets. Sure enough, a droplet of water trickled down from one eye into the other, and then the lids burst open from the wetness, as if in shock, and she reached up quickly and rubbed the drop of weakness away. She would not cry in wakeness, she was stronger then that. Her lip did not even wobble as she sat up robotically, as if she had not just been having a nightmare. She no longer even wished for a person to help her, she knew that it was useless to banish away these dreadful memories.
Besides, it was nearly two hundred years ago, and she had killed the bastard herself; so why did she still feel like he could walk back into that door right now and continue where they had left off? Because there were still other men. It was their fault, it was in their disgusting blood, blood which she wanted to let seep from their veins and into the ground to feed the trees that she would cut down and burn, least they be tainted by the vile crimson poison.
Unable to sleep any longer, Haruka slid off the side of the bed and paced over to her lamp, turning the side so the shutters opened and let the flame inside be shown. The dim light invaded the room, playing shadows across the walls. True to her time, Haruka still used oil lamps. Fire had always brought her comfort, the possibilities of it, the warmth, the danger. It had always appealed to her, even in life (she considered existence in the mansion death). Her soft gray hair was down and framing her youthful pale complexion, her plush petal pink lips always seeming pursed and kissable, never telling of her true age, nor of her past scars. Her look was vacant and hollow, her violet eyes soulless and without pupils.
Wearing nothing but a long thick black shirt, which went to her elbows and barely concealed her bottom, revealing her long pale elegant legs, and a pair of lavender panties; Haruka padded gracefully down the hall in her bare feet towards the kitchen in hopes of some tea. She left the lamp open in her room for when she returned, going over in her head what book she would like to read until daylight. Once it was daylight, she planned on going outside and perhaps having a picnic or maybe sketch and paint some birds like she did last week, that was okay, except when the bees came around, they didn't seem too friendly, what with all the buzzing...
With that thought of bees in her mind, she collided into another form. Firstly she thought of nothing really, a mere small breath escaping her throat for a moment, before she quickly inhaled and drew the stranger close to her. If it had been a man, she would've done away with his head before anyone could say 'pink spotted walrus tusks', but in the time it took for that small breath to leave her, and for gravity to begin to bounce them apart, Haruka's mind clicked that this was a female, and lovely one at that. She hugged the stranger to her, her excuse that she did not want her to fall, as she secretly took in the smell of the new comer. She smelled ravishing; like jasmine, or maybe lavender. Haruka couldn't really tell, but knew that it was delicious.
"My highest apologies, beautiful angel," whispered Haruka softly, her eyes staring into the majestic electrifying green hair of this girl's. "May I treat you to some tea as a redeemer?" she pleaded cooingly, intoxicated by the smell. All the other beautiful girls seemed to be taken, and Haruka did not like sharing with the dreadful ugly males---as they were all paired up gender to opposite gender---, making Haruka dearly crave for this new girl. Even though she had just stumbled into her, she considered it purposeful and meaning something. Before dawn, she promised herself, she shall have this girl as her own.
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Post by C.C on Oct 27, 2008 17:56:07 GMT -5
She had expected the ground to hit and her body to lay on the ground. But C.C took notice that the hard floor never came below her, and she seemed to be saved a fall. It had been the first time in centuries since she had ran into someone, so long for such a simple thing! And for a moment she seemed oblivious to things around around her, just for a second. The female seemed to be pulled forward slightly after a moment when she hadn't fallen, and she seemed to be put in someones arms. Her soft green hair seemed to softly float in the air for a moment, still coming down from being pulled like such. And her golden gaze stared passed her, well mostly, being stuck on what ever she could see.
The girls hair was seen by her, and even part of her skin, Her hair was a dark gray, to light to be black, and to dark to be any normal gray. Her skin was the palest she had seen, even paler than her very own partly paled skin. Some ends of her green hair got caught in her fingers as she stood there, not moving from the position she was put in. It didn't take her a second to figure out the one whom was hugging her was a female, no it took her much longer. And a bored expression stayed on the females face, one that would almost never go away. She hid all of her feelings, never expressed one, and they where thrown within the bottle, one that had been there since the day she had gotten cursed. Meaning that bottle would over flow at any moment, at any time. With as long as she had lived, that thing was pretty big, even now.
Her eyes had not widened in surprises, they stayed the same shortly narrowed eyes she always had, glowing with goldness like every minute. And she finally noticed the woman was just that, after coming out of thought a second later. Even if she didn't notice it, her body seemed to relax a bit. Maybe because it wasn't a man hugging her, when ever one was near things seemed to go wrong in one way or another. After all, her last master had been a male, and he liked doing anything he could to hurt her, to make have pain. Just to see her blood drip down her soft pale skin– even pain was hidden by her– but Emro had been there that last time, when her arm had started hurting so badly. Did that mean anything at all?
Even though she heard the girls soft words close to her ear, she still waited seeing if she was say anything more. She was taking the blame, when even C.C knew, that it had really been her fault. And she chose not to argue with it, there wasn't a point. And even though the female to not blandly say it was her fault, she got the feeling she was implying it in some way. She offered her for tea– making the older girl wonder when the last time she had any was, but even she couldn't remember that. It was most likely when she was still fairly young even in her age. That was most likely it.
Still she did not move from the girls hug. "I haven't had tea in forever. I guess it couldn't hurt" She was slow at replying, debating on whether or not it would bring memories forward, and she hopped not as she took the other females offer to join her for tea, knowing nothing of what she wished. After all she wasn't a mind reader! But she didn't even have a master– frankly she didn't really want one, that was why she always changed the subject when Emro brought it up, and the medallion stayed within her pocket. She almost hopped, that if the tea did anything, it would make her sleepy, and for the first time in ages maybe she'd get some good sleep. Though there was the question of where she would sleep, after all, the room that once had been claimed was now claimed by another, and she would not go back in the basement just to sleep. Meaning she'd be out in the open for any deranged master on the couch.
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Oct 27, 2008 19:16:33 GMT -5
Haruka smiled at the girl with her violet eyes squinting, her teeth hidden. "Of course it won't hurt," she purred, pulling back the girl so that she was holding her shoulders and looked at her face. "Lovely," she whispered, though whether about the tea or the girl's complexion she'd never tell. Like her teeth, her evilness was hidden from the girl, as they would be when, or if, the girl even showed distrust to her. Distrust being consulting with the enemy. The enemy being men.
Oh how she did despise them... their cockiness, their jockiness, their short hair and other ways. Everything, really. But no need to think of that! At this moment, there was this breathing woman in front of her. At this moment, she was going to have tea, not a victim. Well, she thought humorously to herself, I suppose it depends on the definition of victim. She smirked at the girl and casually pushed a lock of green hair slowly behind the other girl's ear. So soft, so silky, so majestic. What a perfect word for this woman before her: majestic.
"Shall we go, uhh...?" Haruka asked, tilting her head to the side and leaving it hanging for the girl to fill in her name. Still, she could not wipe the smirk from her face. She just wanted to take a bite out of this majestic girl, she was so intoxicating it was driving her insane! The hand that had replaced the hair was at her side again, but the one that was resting on the shoulder slid slowly down to the girl's hand, which she held daintily, as if it were an beautiful antique. Which, what with the girl's age, it probably could be classified as. Not that Haruka knew or cared; the girl looked as lovely and young as an ageless angel.
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