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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2013 20:15:41 GMT -8
Yep, here is where my writings go. :'D Of you have any requests, ask ahead and I'll try my best uvu And here's the first to start the thread off. He had loved her, more than anything. She was his everything, his reason for living, his lovely older sister. He would have done anything for her, all she had to do was ask.
He loved her, he wanted to be with her, he wanted to marry her. All because he didn't want to see her get hurt. All because he wanted to protect her. All because he didn't want to see her heart get broken. All because she meant a lot to him. All because she was his fragile older sister.
Even though he hated the cursed things, she was the only doll he loved. Her beautiful smile, her bright eyes, her silky soft hair, her flawless skin, her sweet face. He didn't want to see such a lovely being be full of nothing but pain and sadness, to see tears run down her cheeks like rivers in the middle of a snow-white forest, to see her emotions in her eyes, to hear her try to tell him everything was fine when it wasn't.
He wanted to be the one she loved, so she wouldn't give it to anyone who didn't deserve it. He was trying to protect her, to help her, his intentions were pure... Well, they were at the start.
He fell for her hard, he got obsessive, he got clingy, he got pushy, he turned into a monster. He scared her, he knew he terrified her, yet he didn't stop. Not once did he pull back his advances. He thought if he tried harder, she would give in. That she would finally accept his feelings and be with him. He would have treated her well, made sure she was always happy.
Though, how could she be happy if she was forced into that marriage? To have her freedom taken from her? He never considered her feelings. He thought all of their problems would disappear. That it would be fine when they got together. No longer would he have to worry about his sister getting hurt, no longer would he have to protect her from others...but he would have to protect her from himself.
He wasn't the brother she used to know. No, he was an entirely different person. He was a stranger. Why didn't he see it? Why didn't he notice that he changed for the worse? Because he was in love, simple as that.
Love is a double-edged sword, it's a blessing and a curse. It makes you do the strangest things, makes you lose your mind. It's blind, limitless, always growing, never stopping. It's everywhere, you can't run away. It chases you, it will hunt you down. Worst of all, it consumes you, swallows you whole. Once you're in its grasp, there's nothing you can do but lie helpless in its clutches. You turn into its puppet, aware of what you're doing but can't do anything to stop it.
That's exactly how he felt, yet he didn't care at the time. He didn't know that he turned into a lovesick psycho. He didn't know how scared his sister was whenever he was near. No, he did know, he could see it, yet he disregarded it. He thought nothing of it. All that was on his mind was getting her hand in marriage, to "save" her. That didn't happen...
She stood up to him. She said harsh words. She rejected him. Her words stung. They hit him right in the heart, shattering it. They broke him. They utterly destroyed him. She walked away right as he dropped those flowers before falling to his knees. Those flowers he bought just for her. They were her favorite.
Sunflowers. They always made her smile, though now all they do is remind him. They bring up those memories he wants to forget. They show him how much of a monster he is on the inside. They don't let him forget that at anytime, that monster he's trying to suppress will reemerge. He doesn't want that to happen. He doesn't want to hurt someone again, he doesn't want to make someone hate him, he doesn't want to scare anyone.
More than anything, he doesn't want to go back to being that thing. To be in the cage of his mind while it takes over him. To be screaming for help, crying out apologies, but none of it reaching the surface. To do nothing but watch as this demon scares off the one he loves and cares for.
It's as if God wanted him to be alone, for him to suffer in isolation. What did he do to anger the man upstairs? "God does everything for a reason" is what people say. Why would the Lord make it so that he would never be able to be with a person for they're to afraid of him? What did he ever do to receive this sort of punishment?
He didn't ask for this, he didn't want any of it to happen. He didn't want to be stuck with this horrible person inside of him, this other self that wanted to see him in pain, to see his heart destroyed beyond repair, to see him go through life in misery, to see him be alone with no one to turn to but himself.
It was terrible. He wouldn't wish for this on anyone. It was the worst thing a person could go through emotionally. This wound can't be healed by time. Instead, time just keeps rubbing salt on it. It rips it open at every attempt to close. It makes it worse, because that person knows that it will happen again when they fall in love. That one skipped heart beat, that one butterfly fluttering in their stomach, that one blush tinting their cheeks, any one of those can be the key to unlock that monster from its cell.
No one deserved that sort of suffering, though he wasn't so sure about himself. He had it, so it must be for a reason. But what reason was that? Why does he have to stay away while everyone else around him can go and find their soul mate, find their missing half, to find their true love. Why does he have to be the one watching all of this, knowing that he could never have it himself? That he could never have that happiness, that sense of being complete, that feeling of true love.
He hated everything, he hated it all. He wished he had courage. He wished he wasn't a coward to end it all. Why was it so easy to get rid of others, but when it was with himself he just couldn't? Why did he have the will to live despite he had nothing to live for? Why did he not want to free himself from this pain? That was one question he couldn't answer, and he doubted if anyone else could.
It's as much of a mystery as to why he still bothers to have sunflowers around. The flower that knew very well what he was, that knew how he could get, that were full of those painful memories, that served to remind him about what would happen in the future, they were the reason why he feels worse as days pass by. Despite all of that, they were his only real company. They couldn't run away, they couldn't feel fear, they didn't let that demon out.
If only he could find a person like them. Someone who could help him, that would still love him despite the fact he was possessed. If only there was a person like that. He knows that person doesn't exist. It was just impossible. Even if one did, the chance of him meeting them was close to zero.
Yet, despite how hopeless it seemed, he couldn't help but keep wishing. He prayed that he would meet someone like that. He wanted more than anything to just fall in love and have that love survive, for that love to last, for that love to be a blessing for once, for that love to set him free from himself, for that love to patch his heart back together.
He wanted to have a normal relationship for once. He wanted to be worry-free... He wanted to be truly happy... He wanted to smile a smile that actually reached his eyes... He wanted to feel what other couples felt... He wanted that monster to disappear... He wanted all of this sadness and pain to go away... He wanted someone to take him out of this lawless life...
Someone to take these shackles off him. Someone to love him despite his flaws. Someone to be his everything, like how his sister was once. Someone who actually wanted to talk to him. Someone who wasn't scared to approach him. Someone he would make him happy. Someone who could take this weight off his shoulders. Someone who would make his life worthwhile again. Someone to make his world brighter. Someone to put the stars back in his night sky. Someone to push away the clouds that covered his sun. Someone to just be with him no matter what...to never leave him...to stay by his side forever....
All Nikolai could do was keep on dreaming...and hope that someday those dreams would become a reality...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 16:34:46 GMT -8
Something I started earlier today that I just had the urge to finish. :'D He missed her. She was the only family he had left, and now she was gone. She was a kind person, tried her best, did all she could for him. He appreciated it, he didn't blame her for anything. But he had to admit, she messed up.
She raised him to her liking, but it was wrong. She moved frequently, was not just stay in one place? What, or who, was she running from Was she doing it for his benefit or her own? So many questions he would never get answers to. It was far too late.
It was too late to say all those things he was never able to tell her, the ones she would never be able to hear. The best he could do was visit, speak to her as if she was still there, pretend that she was replying back. But she no longer has a voice, all he could hear was his own memories, the echoes of the past. The image of her very face was already fading from his mind. There was a giant haze that only grew larger.
One day, he wouldn't see those deep green eyes light up when she smiled, imagine the way she looked when she was surprised, see her eyes brimmed with tears, hear the disappointment in her voice. No, he wouldn't remember any of it, for things will replace those memories. He didn't want that to happen, but it will. No doubt about that.
He has pictures of her, yes, but that wasn't good enough. He wanted whatever he could remember of her time with him. Even if towards the end they weren't on good terms. Why was she so upset about him wanting to chose his current career? There wasn't anything wrong with it, right? Why did she make such a big deal out of it? He should have the right to choose what he wanted to be, shouldn't he?
At the very end, she gave in. It's like she gave up all hope. Shouldn't she be happy though, that her son would do something he loved? Why did she even try to talk him out of it in the first place?
He could never ask her those questions, since the next time he saw her, she was lying on that metal table. It shocked him, having to go through that examination. It was his own mother, the woman who birthed and raised him. He hated her for leaving him all alone, especially since he didn't exactly fit in. He was raised believing he was something he wasn't. He didn't ask for it, it was forced on him. Even so, it made him the man he was and he couldn't change it.
After a few months, he started sorting through her stuff. He couldn't bear to get rid of any of it. Just seeing it brought tears to his eyes. The grief was overwhelming, it was killing him slowly. It slowly dragged him closer to the line he didn't want to cross, that thin line separating him from insanity. Just when he thought he was going to go over the edge, he found a letter addressed to him.
Out of curiosity, he read it. Sometimes, he wish he hadn't. It was from his mother, telling him how proud she was. She said she was sorry for everything. She talked about how she wished that she could set things right. She said that she should have told him about her illness earlier. She went on about how she regretted leaving him. The letter broke his heart, it drowned him in sorrow...but it saved him from crossing that line.
Slowly, he recovered from his loss. Now it's better, but not completely healed. No, that wound was still bleeding in a few places...but it was making progress, even if it was slowly. The thought that she was watching him from Heaven was enough to make it through the day. The thought that she still loved him no matter what made him give a small, sad smile. Every now and then, he would pull out that letter again, rereading it. It never ceases to make him cry.
Days passed and he felt as if he should do something more to show his appreciation, to show that he still cared and loved her, to show how much he missed her and wanted her to come back. He passed by a flower shop one morning, a beautiful bouquet of flowers catching his eye. Colorless as freshly fallen snow, more beautiful than the clear night sky. White Carnations, the flower that symbolized remembrance. He bought them with no hesitation.
Right after, he made his slow walk to the cemetery. He took his time finding her grave. When he did, tears automatically ran down his face. He set the flowers down, his voice cracking slightly as he said what he never had the chance to say.
He told her how much he loved her. He told her how much she really meant to him. He told her that he didn't hate what she did to him. He told her that he understood she did whatever she could for him. He told her how grateful he was to have her. He told her how much he missed her. He told her how the guilt of not saying this earlier was tearing him apart. He told her the sadness he felt was overwhelming. He told her how the pain was excruciating. He told her the grief was killing him.
As expected, he got no reply. Not a single word. He didn't care, he lifted so much weight off his chest. He felt better than he had ever felt. He was relieved, he was actually truly happy for once. He made sure to make it a habit to visit her grave at least once a month, bringing those flowers along. He'd vent whatever was on his mind and ask for some help or guidance. In return, he'd get some peace of mind and would feel a lot better.
Sometimes, he would even tell her things he had even kept hidden from her. For example, his sexuality was one. He felt she deserved to know, especially now that she has passed on. He felt more comfortable sharing his secrets, since they weren't burning in the back of his mind anymore. He didn't have to worry about whatever reaction she would have given if she was still alive. Though, he just wished that she could have shared her secrets with him.
As if fulfilling that wish, he found her journal buried in her closet, hidden behind boxes and boxes of worn out clothes she never had time to toss out. Out curiosity, he flipped through it. Everything he read he would take to the grave himself.
As time went on, he finally returned to his old self. It was as if that death had never happened. Though, something about him was a bit...off. There were times his smile wouldn't match his eyes, times his smile seemed fake, times his laughs seemed forced, times where he'd lash out at random then play it off as if it was nothing.
These things went by unnoticed, since people figured he was still dealing with a bit of grief. The problems soon went away, as if to justify their thoughts. He acted as if everything was alright, but it wasn't. The only person he had was gone, and she wasn't ever coming back. She was dead, and she was going to stay dead. Her body will forever be in that coffin buried six feet underground.
He was alone. No one could replace what his mother meant to him. He would never find anyone that he cared for as much as her. Even if he were to get a lover, it would take a long time for him to let them heal his heart and take most of his love for themselves. He wouldn't let that happen so easily either.
A part of him thinks that giving away that love is letting go. He doesn't want to let go, to accept the fact that she was gone forever. He had some small hope that everything had been a hoax of some sort, that one day she would walk through his door alive and well. But he knew very well that wouldn't happen, so he remembers her and lives in the past, wanting her by his side
Sometimes he wishes he forgot about her. Then he wouldn't have to deal with his memories slowly picking at that healed wound in his heart. But those white carnations make sure that he wouldn't forget any time soon. He kept some in his home, replacing them once all the petals have fallen. As if signaling to get new ones to keep those memories alive.
Very easily, he could just leave off buying new ones and leave those stalks there. He could just toss the vase out his window. He could smash it with a hammer. He could do all sorts of things to destroy it, making sure that he would indeed forget.
But Daniel didn't have the heart to do that, he wasn't that cruel. His memories were one of the only things he had left, he wouldn't give them up so easily.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2013 16:13:10 GMT -8
Poem time :'D The first one was a sweet boy, First met when they were seven, But at the time she did not know, He'd leave her at eleven.
The second was a shy girl, Just as much as herself, But a week later, Only a faded picture on a shelf.
The third was a bad girl, Always getting into fights, Never once changed her ways, Until she jumped from heights.
The fourth was an intelligent guy, Always speaking his mind, It wasn't much of a surprise, When he was stabbed from behind.
The fifth was an odd one, That she had to admit, Always running off, Always having a fit.
The seventh was a goth, Never said a thing, No feelings were ever told, Fate severed that red string.
The eighth was a skater, His motto "What the heck!", He should have been more careful, Too late since he broke his neck.
The ninth was popular, In it for intimacy, When there was none to be had, All she had left was privacy.
The tenth was a older man, A teacher no less, Sadly they broke apart, She'll never see that white dress.
The eleventh was a younger woman, Cute and clumsy as can be, Always tripping and falling, Though she hung from that tree.
The twelfth was someone her age, Two birds of a feather, After a night alone with him, They were no longer together.
But who will be number thirteen, In this sad little rhyme? She doesn't know, well not now, All will be revealed in due time.
Now this owl sits away, Waiting for her new love, Wondering why anyone would ever Want to be with Aphrodite's Dove.
She's cursed, that she swears, Since every love wasn't true, They all had left one way or another, With love she is now through.
Who will be the one to heal her broken little heart? To ease the pain she had, right from the very start.
Will they even show up? From where will they come? When will they save her? What tune would they hum?
Whoever comes over to her, And tries to be by her side, She won't turn them down, But her past relationships she will hide.
Best of luck to those birds, Who try to earn her love. For now that little owl will wait, And stare at the stars above.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2013 9:07:24 GMT -8
In which I type some more... Man I should see if I can snatch the laptop tomorrow and attempt to do a reading of these... Love is superficial, nonexistent, and overall stupid. Why would people go to such great links to get it? Why would people risk their lives for it? Heck, why is there even a holiday for it? It was a waste of time, it was a distraction, it was unneeded. People can go through life fine without it, better than they would with it. Their hearts would be broken beyond repair in the end, it would happen one way or another.
He didn't need it. He had more important things to do. It would just take time away from those things. Besides, whenever he felt like he needed "love" he just went and sweet-talked his way into her pants. He was handsome, so it made it that much easier. His accent probably had something to do with it was well. It was a bit British, since he had lived in London for 8 years and kind of picked it up, but that wasn't what made the ladies swoon.
No, it was the accent he earned from all those years back home. The way his words rolled right of his tongue, the way his smooth voice sounded...it was easy to have women wrapped around his finger in no time, And after one night, there would wake up alone in their bed, probably crying their heart out. No doubt that some of the women he had slept with were virgins, and he did feel a bit bad about that...
Though, he couldn't help it if they went along and gave themselves up to him. They should know better than to trust him, especially since every word and kind smile he makes doesn't quite match his eyes. No one can look into his eyes and know what he's up to. No, his eyes hid his true intent behind many locks and combinations.
And the easiest part of all of it? Not once did he ask to go to their place. Every time they asked him to come to theirs, he just merely accepted. Then in the morning, he simply left them without leaving behind a note or anything for the girl he was with. Instead, it was as if he disappeared into thin air.
The women honestly should have suspected him of something. He may have seemed like an angel, but he was anything but. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing. He made sure he got his way one way or another, and he always did. Buy her a few drinks, say a few flirty compliments, then she was hooked. She would do anything to be with him.
Though, his "love" wasn't only towards women. No, occasionally he was tired of female companionship and needed something "new". Men were fun to be with, their reactions were so...addicting. Just a single moan and he just wanted to hear more, wanted to hear the man he was with scream his name. As much as he enjoyed it, he tried to limit those visits greatly. If someone loved Skittles, for example, if they had it all the time, or at least often, at some point it would get boring, no?
Though, despite all of those times behind closed doors, he would like to have a real relationship for once. Just to see how it was like. To see why people would give up everything for it. To feel whatever they felt. It probably wouldn't happen, since he doesn't really know how a relationship would start, That and most of the people around him would probably be in it for money. Humans sure are greedy little things...
Now that he thinks about it, most humans are the embodiment of sins. Greed, pride, gluttony, sloth, lust, envy, wrath....everyone has a bit of at least one of those sins buried somewhere in them. Some have virtues, true, but not every heart is pure. Where there is light, there is bound to be a shadow lurking around.
Well, enough of that. Such things would sure to make his father upset if he were to voice them aloud. The old man tries to make sure he "falls in love" with someone of his class, someone who had their own wealth. What if he didn't want to? Or rather, what if he fell in love with a "commoner"? His father would surely throw a fit...
Besides, how can he be in a relationship if he thinks love is useless and a waste of his time? Surely someone out there could make him think otherwise, right? He wasn't so sure. It could happen, yet it could not. As if he could find "the one" in this city of all places. But who knows, miracles happen.
And Lukas would surely let love go from those strings he had it bound by. That is, if he did find true love. If not, then he'll just continue playing with people's hearts until he does.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2013 20:45:53 GMT -8
New character means that I have a new drabble or else I feel like he doesn't have enough love :'D He's a shadow, Always lurking, Rarely seen, Never stopping.
That's all he'll ever be, nothing more than a living embodiment of darkness. He slinks around the city, no one knows a thing about him. He's a mystery, an enigma, a riddle. He doesn't leave any sort of track revealing who he really is. His name seems to be lost in memories, the only one who really knows is himself and his boss. He trusts her, she deserves that trust, his loyalty, his devotion, his protection, his time. She was like the sister he never had.
Just a shadow, Hiding away, All alone, Nothing to say.
He has no one else left. His parents are gone, no other family, no real friends, she's his only companion in this city. The city filled with lawless rats. Though, his boss is a queen in the underground. He is merely her servant, doing as she wishes. Never would he think to do something she wouldn't want.
A simple shadow, Left to roam, Keeps on moving, has no real home.
He noticed how close how she was getting to that civilian. He didn't say anything, he knew she would be happy with that man. He was happy for her if all else. Happy and a bit...upset. Upset that he couldn't have that same happiness as her, that same feeling of love as her. He's a liar through and through, who would want to be with a man who's nothing but fake?
A sad shadow, Looking for love, He'll never find it, Feelings he's void of.
Even his name is just false, as is everything he says. He's just playing a character in this play called life, a tragedy where he's the main lead. The script is already written, he follows it without knowing the contents. The city is his stage, and he'd sure give everyone a show. But he's just playing his role, someone who he isn't. A character that continues on, no matter what is thrown his way.
A lonely shadow, Heart that's breaking, Slink around, For love he's searching.
This play is not through, the act not done, the scene not over, the lines not yet spoken. He continues being center stage, all eyes on him. He will continue on acting until that play reaches its end. When his sight goes blurry, when he leans on that wall, when he breathes his last breath, then will the curtain fall. The ending shall be up to the viewers, since there is no epilogue. Only a cliffhanger, vague yet clear. But until that moment happens, he'll keep on with those lies. Those lies that hide who he really is. Maybe one day someone will come, so he can tell them the truth for once when they give him their love.
The Lynx's Shadow, Carrying out his boss's task, But through it all, He'll still wear that mask.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2013 10:23:34 GMT -8
Missy, as I promised, here is your hopefully happy drabble... :U I hope you like it... owo;;; AndIhopeIdidn'tbutcheranycharacters :'D
They always managed to have a nice time together, even if that time was short and they were on opposite ends of the scale. She was a criminal, and he worked for MI6. Yet despite that, they found love when it seemed nearly impossible.
Despite everything that could have kept them apart, she still loved him and would continue loving him. He was her everything, he meant the world to him. Yes, their relationship was hard to keep, but it was worth it. She was truly happy with him, even if at times she didn't show it. The infamous Estelle had fallen in love, who would have figured?
She sees civilian couples going around, having dates and living carefree. Sometimes, she over hears fights or conversations. Some say it was too difficult to be with their loved one. They didn't understand the true meaning of difficult. Those times just fueled her determination to keep their relationship as perfect as it could be.
Now here they were, at her friend's cafe, with Iain down on one knee. She was shocked, hoping that he wasn't going to do what she thought he was. She was afraid of commitment after all, yet it was a miracle she was with the Scotsman for as long as she was. But if he did what she thought, then that would just be too much...
Sure enough, he pulled out a small black box and opened it. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. She couldn't help but wonder why he would get such a wonderful thing for her. He already spoiled her enough, but a ring as well?
She tuned out as he began talking, lost in her own thoughts. She was confused, unsure what to say...but she could feel tears on the verge of falling. She wasn't upset, no, she was quite the opposite. The man she loved more than her own life was proposing to her, if anything she was overjoyed.
Noticing her beloved's nervous smile, she figured now it was time to give an answer. But what should she say? She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She was at a complete loss of words. So instead, she just hugged him. At last, she found her voice to say that one word, the one that would make her the happiest woman in London.
"Oui."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2013 11:07:39 GMT -8
And here is a drabble for Misso~ HopefullyIdidn'tbutcheryourmuse She was glad she met him. He was an odd one, but she didn't mind. She rather liked how energetic he was, always running that mouth of his. She found it amusing, and Lili had to admit, it was one of the things she loved about the man.
She liked how he always seemed to be in a good mood. He always managed to lighten up her day, even if everything was good. He always visited her shop whenever he had the chance, she looked forward to every time he came over. She was glad that Donald always seemed to come when Vash wasn't around, since her brother would probably chase him around with 'Betty'.
But today, something was off. He stopped by like usual, but he seemed a bit...down. What had happened to make his sunny sky darken? All she could do was comfort him, saying things he needed to hear. And through her efforts, she earned a small smile from him, with a side of tears. Whatever happened, she would ease that pain. He had been her happiness for so long, now it was time for her to be his. She would make those could go away just for him.
Because she loved him more than anything, she would do whatever it takes to make him happy. She wanted to be with him through thick and thin, always by his side whether it's as a friend or something more.
She would do what ever it takes to make sure that smile of his never fades, even if it meant risking it all. Whether it's waiting out in the rain and cold for him, or even holding his hand through the toughest of times, it didn't matter. She would do it all if it meant that her love would be happy. As long as he was content, then so was she.
All of that effort was worth it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2013 12:13:56 GMT -8
And now a drabble for Mommy Ju~ u vu NowtoshowmymadhorrorskillsIhopeIdidn'tbutcheryourcharactersAnyways, enjoy~ :'D
"Remind me, why are we in the states again?" "I'm tracking someone down, and you know more about this person than I do." "Fine, alright, just keep your eyes on the road. The weather is terrible. Worse than London, which is pretty bad itself." "Shut up, I have everything under control." "Sure you...do...OH GOD! JESUS, TAKE THE WHEEL!" "FORGET JESUS! MOSES, TAKE THE WHEEL!"
CRASH!
Jia stepped out of the car to assess the damage. "Oh, great going, how is hitting a tree going to get us anywhere?" he asked, crossing his arms. Then stepped out his companion for the trip, Gilbert. "Eh?! It wasn't my fault for crashing! You were the one distracting me!" the German complained, kicking one of the car's tires. He jumped back slightly as the entire wheel came off. So much for returning the rental.
"Yeah, well, let's just find some place where we can rest and not be in this....snow." "Snow? But it isn't even cold!" "...Well, explain what all of that white stuff falling from the sky is. Now let's just get a move on already before it gets dark."
Gilbert muttered a few curses under his breath and he took the lead, walking down the road with Jia at his side. "...Where are we going anyway?" the Chinese man asked, glancing around. There weren't any signs of civilization, except for a few abandoned cars. 'Huh, this must be a wreck magnet...' he thought, returning his gaze to the albino.
"Hell if I know." "...But you were the one driving, shouldn't you have some sort of clue?" "All I know is that we were going to some town, Silent something or other." "So you forgot the name." "No, I just... Shut up!"
It took about a few minutes until they saw a sign, inviting them into the town.
"Welcome to Silent Hill"
"Silent Hill...interesting enough of a name..." Jia commented, walking onward, Gilbert close behind. The "snow" got worse, they could barely see a few feet in front of them. The extreme lack of anything living made the German uncomfortable, but Jia was more focused on how oddly warm it was. It was snowing, right? What else could it be?
He held out a hand, letting whatever was falling to land in his hand. "...Ash..." he murmured, subbing a bit of the object between his fingers. Why on earth would in snow ash? Was there a fire? He didn't remember seeing any smoke...
"Eh, look, a diner. Maybe we can get some food, I'm starving," Gilbert smiled, heading to the building. The door opened with a small ring, but a chill went down Jia's spine. All of the furniture was there, but there wasn't a soul in site. Who on earth would be stupid enough to leave the door to a restaurant open?
"Oh, I guess it's closed..." Gilbert sighed, heading to the kitchen to try and raid food. Jia said nothing as he began looking around. A radio, what good would that do? It didn't even seem to work... Then he heard a siren come from it. "What?" he asked, attempting to turn down the volume. Instead, it steadily got louder as seconds passed.
"OH SHIT! IT'S THE POLICE!" "WHAT ON EARTH WOULD MAKE YOU THINK IT WAS THE COPS?! THIS PLACE IS PRACTICALLY ABANDONED!" "THEN WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BREAK?!" "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
Then he saw something pass by the window. He couldn't exactly see what it was, but it crashed through the window and he regretted wanting to know. He ducked as it flew into the counter right as Gilbert showed up.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" "I DON'T KNOW!"
The strange entity began to move about.
"GIL DO SOMETHING!" "WHY DO I HAVE TO DO IT?!" "YOU'RE THE LAWLESS ONE HERE!" "YOU HAVE KARATE SKILLS, DON'T YOU?!" "...YOU RACIST BASTARD, JUST KILL IT ALREADY!" "WITH WHAT THOUGH?!" "I DON'T KNOW! KILL IT WITH FIRE!" "WHERE THE FUCK DO I GET FIRE?!" "HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW?! I JUST SUGGESTED SOMETHING!"
Gilbert grabbed a fire extinguisher and slammed it on the thing's head as it attempted to crawl towards Jia. And just like that, the siren stopped. "That...was highly unexpected..." the Chinese man said, shocked out of his wits. "What? No thanks for saving your life?" the German asked. "...Yeah, thanks..." Jia muttered as he walked out of the diner.
"Oh, yeah, I found a flashlight and a map in there. Perhaps we should look around the place?" "I suppose so... I found a radio, and from what i can tell it plays the sound of an emergency siren when monsters get close... Which is rather useful, no?"
With that, the two walked down the empty street, wondering what was wrong with this city. Whatever it was, they were going to find out one way or another.
To Be Continued...
This shall be a series because otherwise it would be so long :'D
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2013 14:57:16 GMT -8
Part two of Gilbo's and Jia's shenanigans~ "Alright, the map said we should go...left." "...There isn't a road on the left." "Oh, uh, right then!" "...Do you have the map upside down?" "What? No..."
Jia grabbed the mapped and looked at it. After a while he turned it a few times. "Great, you got us lost..." he muttered, handing the map back over to the German.
"I did not!" "You did." "No!" "Did." "I DID NOT!" "Stop yelling, you'll attract some of those monster things."
Gilbert held his tongue and stormed off to the left. "H-Hey! Come back here, you!" Jia called running to the edge of the road. He stopped in his tracks, looking at his feet. "Oh? Then make me!" the other called as he ventured farther away from him.
"I-I'm sorry for accusing you, okay? Now just get back here before you regret walking away." There was no way Jia was going to go after him, everything beyond the road was a mystery. He had no idea what might be lurking around there, and he didn't want to find out. "Jeez, fine..." the German muttered as he made his way back.
Jia couldn't help sigh in relief, since he thought that something would have jumped out and attacked him. "Well, maybe we should see if we can loot the houses... See if there's anything worth taking..." Gilbert said, walking onto the porch of the closest house.
"...Are you sure it's alright to just break in? What if there are more of those creepy things in there?" "Well, if there was, wouldn't your radio go off?" "Well, yea-" "Then shut your trap and help me open the door."
Jia sighed as he walked up onto the porch as well. None of this felt right to him. Something was wrong with this place, he just knew it. But he was dragged along anyway. He took out his phone, figuring he should tell Sindri what was going on.
"Oh, no signal... How unfortunate..." he sighed, closing his cell and putting it back into his pocket. "Oh, so here I am trying to get us inside somewhere safer than the diner, and all you care about is your phone," Gilbert muttered, managing to open the door. "I'll cover upstairs, you get the first floor. Meet me back in the hall here so we can check the garage, basement and the backyard together."
Jia nodded and watched as the albino walked up the stairs. "Well, better get started..." he told himself, following the hall down to a restroom. He opened the door, stared at its contents for a while before closing it. "Mental note, never open that door again," he said, taking out his pocketknife and marking an X on the door.
He made a giant circle, passing through the kitchen (the only things edible were energy bars and bottled water), and made his way into the living room.
Meanwhile, Gilbert was taking his time examining all he could on his level. No closet left un-searched, no dresser left un-raided. Yes, he made a mess, but no one was around anyway, so why would it matter? He walked into a different room and saw that it must have belonged to a child, judging on how pictures littered the wall.
A frown settled on his face as he looked around. He had figured that everyone in this town was dead, but then it meant that the children were as well. It was a sad reality, if his assumption was indeed correct. "Eh, can't let Jia wait too long..." he mumbled, heading to the door and gently closing it behind him.
He walked down the stairs, taking a closer look at the photos on the wall. A family of three, a mother and her two sons. One was older than the other by what he guessed was 5 years.
Once he got into the front hall, he saw Jia off to the side in the living room, staring out a window. What was going on through his head? "Hey, you alright?" he asked.
Jia turned to face Gilbert, almost forgetting that the German was there. "Oh, yeah. This place just gives me the creeps, that's all..." he replied, looking out the window again. The ash was starting to get a bit...comforting, in a way. Though, it wasn't a good kind of security he felt. It was false as can be, so when something bad happens he would be taken off guard.
"...Let's just keep moving, alright?" he asked, heading to the door. "Hey, maybe we should just...stay the night here. I mean, no use travelling in the dark. Especially when we don't know our surroundings..." Gilbert said, motioning to upstairs.
"Alright. But I'm taking the master bedroom," the Chinese man said, heading up the steps. "First door to your right!" "Night..." Jia opened the door and stepped in. He sat on the bed, running a hand through his hair. He wished he wasn't dragged into this mess. He laid back, staring at the ceiling. He set his radio on the bedside table and closed his eyes.
To Be Continued...
And here below is a little prologue to a series, that like Ju's is based on a video game. Might continue it later....Enjoy a vague intro, then... BUa 'Dark. No light anywhere. Pitch Black. Can't see a thing. Am I even awake? I can't tell if my eyes are open or closed... What happened? Where am I? I'm here for a reason...a...very important reason. But what was it? Oh, I can't have forgotten it. Um...oh! I...I need to stop....someone. What was their name? Wait, what's my name? Ugh, my head...'
It was cold, a draft somewhere in the room. Was a window open? No, that couldn't be it....could it? It was a possibility.
Finally eyes open wide, vision blurry as a silhouette struggled to get on its feet. The faint moonlight from the window was blinding, and there was...blood on the floor? Was it the figure's own blood or someone else's?
"Ugh... My head..." the person said, leaning against the closest wall. The room appeared to be spinning, things shifting in and out of focus. Finally, things seemed to even out a bit as the figure collected its thoughts.
Though, they had a bit of trouble remembering. How could they forget what they did? How could they forget why they were their? How could they forget their own name? Not even the first...letter...
The stranger's face turned to one of confusion, as if something were on the tip of their tongue, but no words came out. Something was off, that they knew for sure. Something terrible was going on, and they had to set things right.
The person looked at their hands. 'I...I live in London...' they thought, not once moving their gaze. Why were things so difficult to recall? Perhaps if they spoke everything they knew, then things would flow out. Well, it couldn't hurt to try...
"I...I live in London...and....somehow I ended up...here...in this room...I...don't recognize it, so....I must not have been here before..." they murmured softly, looking out the window. A forest, and a very thick one at that.
"...And, I'm not in...London anymore, am I?..." This day was just bound to get worse, wasn't it?
I really need more things to do. I have too much free time on my hands... B'D
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2013 17:16:12 GMT -8
I have far too much free time.... OTL Well, since everyone is killing characters, I though I'd jump in and yeah...this happened... It hurt, everything did. His heart was the thing experiencing most of the pain. It was broken, and now, there was a bullet lodged between those pieces.
How did this all start? The pain? Oh, right, his sister... She was the one who began everything, that was the reason he was lying on the ground, staring up at the pale sky.
The funny thing was, Nikolai didn't blame her for the hurt he felt. He understood completely that she just didn't want to be with him. He was out of his mind, his love had turned him into a madman. He was trapped in his own mind.
Then she had left him. She did it harshly, yes, but it could have been worse. Besides, he found it sweet that she stood up for herself. That she decided that enough was enough, and felt she needed to put her foot down for the last time.
He thought back at the feeling of being a prisoner in his own body. His soul was at the brink of insanity, that he knew. Yet, despite how much he changes in such a short time, everything around him was constant, unchanging, indifferent. The sun rose and fell, the moon taking it's place in the night sky along with the stars. It was a routine...
He could remember the windy days back home, chilling him to the very bone. That's how he got the habit of wearing that coat of his, one that didn't change one bit when he moved to London. If it wasn't the wind, then it was from the frequent rain.
He continued staring up at the sky, watching snow begin to drift down. Snow, the first one of this winter. It was a bit depressing to know such a beautiful day would be his very last.
That snow brought back memories of his home back in Belarus. His family would have stayed inside, warm by the fire, watching the snow fall from outside the window. It was one of the better memories he had concerning the pure white substance.
It wasn't just her fault, it was his as well. He played a role in breaking his own heart by going after her. He knew it was hopeless, yet some part of him thought that it was possible. Thought that she would be his, and they could be happy together. Man was he wrong...
Now that he thought about it, he never expected to fall for his sister. At first he just wanted to protect her, next thing he knew he was in love. He could feel a few tears begin to roll down his face. He didn't want to be in love, but he was. It was terrible, he didn't intend for it to happen at all...
Then there he was, laying with his back against the ground and a bullet wound right over his heart. He could see his breath and how smaller it was getting. It was a terrible feeling, knowing you're going to die and seeing proof of it.
He slowly reached into his pocket, pulling out a picture. It was of his family, they were so happy together back then... He couldn't help but wonder how they would react to his death. He doubted they would even care. He was a lawless after all, there was a chance they wouldn't even know he died.
He let his arm fall, feeling the bloodstain grow larger. It was uncomfortable, but he couldn't do anything about it now. Not when he couldn't even sit up. This was the end of him...and he was fine with it. Finally he would be free of his chains that bound him to the life of a criminal. He would be like the wind, distancing himself from it completely.
Those tears of his continued to roll down as a small smile crossed his face. Perhaps death wouldn't be a bad thing, he wouldn't hurt anyone anymore. He wouldn't have to worry about turning into a monster. If all else, he would be separated from that demon within him.
He doubted he would go to Heaven. He did so many terrible things... He hurt so many innocent people... But he felt guilt and remorse every time, that has to count for something, right? All of those nights of begging for forgiveness...they had to mean something...they just had to...
He was full of regret. He regretted not seeing his family more, he regretted not apologizing to his sister, he regretted not telling her that he didn't blame her for the heartache and tears. If anything, he was the only one to blame. He was so stubborn, trying to be with her like that...
Nikolai regretted everything. Heck, he even regretted being born, since all he's ever done was bring misery to others. At least when he passed, everything around him would continue on as normal....and everyone would no longer have to suffer because of him...
The snow around him began to turn pink, and then a deep crimson red. His head slightly drooped to the side. This was it, the snow fall he would ever see. It was breathtaking, so beautiful... He wishes he cherished moments like this more often...
His eyelids grew heavy as his vision began to go dark. His breathing turning into small, short gasps, as if his lungs were trying all they could to keep going but were running out of fuel. This was it, his time on Earth was over and what laid for him on the side was pure guesswork.
Nikolai was then still, his blood on the snow taking the appearance of a pair of wings. Tears stained his face, but they contrasted that slacked smile. The snow continues to fall, not paying attention to the death that happened right under it. Instead, it just gave the doll a light, thin blanket to lie under until someone came to take it away.
And even when the lovely thing left, it would continue falling. Then when the weather warmed up, it will turn to rain...tears of angels from the heavens as they welcome a doll into their ranks. A doll who came too early, a doll who died before their time was done, a doll who still had the will to live deep down inside him despite giving up hope, a doll full of regret, a doll grieving his own death, a doll as pale as the snow that fell.
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Another death, yay \o/ *shot* He was afraid, scared out of his wits. Some way to face this fear of his. He didn't ask for it, but there he was, about to die. Though, slowly that fear went away and was replaced with a strange peace.
He was dying, yeah, but at least he was saving her. His "older sister", his best friend, Nicoleta. Being the shadow he was, he followed close behind her. She honestly should have been more careful.
She bumped into people. she was being too slow, especially on that crosswalk. She should have paid attention. The car swerved down the street parallel and the door opened, revealing a masked person with a gun. A drive by shooting, their mission to take down the infamous Lynx.
They should have known that her shadow was nearby, ready to save her from harm. Andrei rushed to the Romanian's side, using his own body as a shield. He felt a few sharp pain and he felt blood begin to rise to his mouth....but at least she was safe, that was all that mattered. He heard a few more gunshots from nearby, then a loud crash. It seems someone put an end to the attackers.
He looked up at Nicoleta, a small smile crossing his face. "Glad to see....you're okay.... You really should...be more careful..." he said, his smile a bit pained now. It hurt to talk, it hurt to breathe. But it was alright, his boss was alright. She would continue living, she would maybe even hook up with that Greek friend of hers.
He covered his mouth as he coughed, feeling the blood spatter his hand red. He could feel his clothes stick to where the wounds were, but he paid no mind to it. As long as it didn't happen to Nico, it was all fine. He was her shadow, he would take the fall for her even if it was like this.
He then went limp, falling down to the side. He didn't even feel the impact of the ground rushing up to meet him, it was far too late for him. He was almost gone.
"Andrei... Hey, Andrei, c-cut it out! This i-isn't funny!" he heard a voice say. He saw her fall to her knees and take him in her arms. "Y-You'll be alright, just you see... Someone already called for an ambulance! You'll be fine!" she had said, tears rolling down her face. He knew she was lying, man did he hate liars.
"...It's too late....for me...Nico... I...love ya, sis...and.....I'm going to miss you....." he managed to say, gently wiping away some of her tears with his clean hand. He didn't want to stain her pretty face with his blood. She grabbed his hand tightly. "S-Stop the act!" she cried, more tears rolling down.
"....It's....alright...." he said softly, forcing a smile onto his face. He hated seeing her cry, it was heartbreaking. He felt tears brim up, threatening to spill over. "You'll see....it's alright....everything will....be fine when I'm gone...." he went on, his breathing slowing down.
"What do you mean everything will be alright?! You won't be here with me! You'll be gone! What am I supposed to do without you!" she sobbed, her grip on his tightening. "...Just because I'm gone....doesn't mean...I won't be...by your side...." he murmured, closing his eyes. He would never again open them.
"No....No, you can't.....No, don't....YOU CAN'T DIE ON ME!" Nicoleta screamed, shaking Andrei as he grew colder as seconds passed. People attempted to pull her away, but she wouldn't leave him. He was always with her, so the Romanian felt as if she should stay by his side.
'She always was a stubborn one... I feel kind of bad, leaving her like this... I hope she'll stay safe... Maybe she'll even find someone else to be her new shadow... Someone to look after her and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid...'
He looked down at the scene from the sky above. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he watched her hug his body until that M.E. she hated managed to pull her away. For once, he wasn't harsh to her, he said no rude words. Instead, he comforted her in her loss. Said he would even help her with that grief.
Why would he do that? Andrei thought they hated each other... He couldn't help but smile. Perhaps their fighting will come to an end. Maybe they can even become friends to some extent. The Hungarian seemed like a nice enough guy, maybe he could be Nicoleta's new shadow, maybe he could watch over her now and keep her safe. It was a lot to ask for, but he could always dream.
Besides, that guy would be the only person she could turn to now. Heracles was out of the country, digging for artifacts over in Greece. He would find out soon enough, but all Andrei wanted was for Nicoleta to accept the help that was offered. Put away whatever grudges she had and accept the kindness of that man.
He sighed, watching the scene continue to play out. He hated he had to leave that stage of life so tragically, but the script called for it. He just went along with it, despite not knowing he was. At least Nico's own play would continue, and Andrei would be the lone person in the audience watching it until it was her time to die as well.
He would always watch over her, making sure she was safe as best he could. He couldn't save her, but he could hope someone would. That someone would save her for him, to protect her with their own life like he did.
Just as long as she was alright, he didn't care. She meant everything to him. She was his everything, and most of all she was the only family he had left. He'd rather give himself up rather than have her be taken away from him.
As painful as it was to be away from her now, at least he could still watch her. She would move on and one day join him. But until her own curtain falls, he's just sit back and enjoy the play. That's all he really can do...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2013 6:55:41 GMT -8
Now let's see how well I pull off insanity... BUa;; 'I...I didn't want to....'
Se put up the corpses around a table, humming softly to herself. How did this all happen? What on earth could make a sane woman fall into such a deep, dark abyss that she had no hope of crawling back up? Her emotions. She bottled them up and now they caused them to kill the person who meant most to her with her own hands. Her beloved brother, Heracles...
'I-It was a mistake...'
Honestly, it wasn't. She didn't mean to point at him. But she didn't shoot. That wasn't how she took his life. She did it with her own hands, literally. She had wrapped her hands around his neck and tightened her grip as time went on, a giant smile on her face. She had already fallen before then.
'I would have never hurt you...'
But she did, because he found out. He found out about her job. She was afraid, she was worried. What was the easiest way to get rid of a problem? Simple, get rid of it. Once she did, she felt better. She was sad, even crying a little, but her joy overshadowed it all. She laughed.
'I didn't mean to hurt her either...but she got in the way....'
Nicoleta... Why did she have to walk into that room? Before she could even say a word, Athena had put a noose around her neck and pulled. It was hard, trying to suspend it while the Romanian was squirming around. It took some time, but she finally did it. Easier to take a body down that to hoist it up, since for the former gravity was on your side.
'I made it up to her, though....'
She should have known that Andrei was close by. He always lurks around. So when he entered the apartment, she had to be careful. She turned into the hunter as she followed his every move. And when he least expected it, she slit his throat. A messy way of killing someone, yes, but she wanted to see the red. She wanted to feel the blood on her hands.
'Yeah...I did...Now you guys are all together...with me...'
Back to the current moment. A wide smile crossed her face when she got all the of them to sit up...straight... Oh, it seems that Andrei was slouching! No, that wouldn't do! Not at all! Only proper posture at the tea table!
"You're just testing my patience, now aren't you? Keep it up and I might have to kill you a second time~!" she cackled, finding what she said to be the most hilarious thing she ever heard. She looked at the "masterpieces" covering her wall. She had run out of Andrei's blood, so she had to collect some from Nico and Heracles, but it was worth it. A giant painting of the very scene. They were her models, her muses. She was merely painting the beauty she saw before her.
"Oh, your tea has gotten cold... I'll get you some more! And coffee for you, dear brother, since I know you prefer that more," she said, getting the mugs and walking to the kitchen area. She poured the last of the coffee into one mug and brewed some more tea to fill the other two, and her own. A shame, they didn't seem to be drinking it. Were they not thirsty?
She walked back over and set the cups in front of the corpses. She was nearly done with the painting, only having to put one more person in it. Herself. Though, how would she die? Perhaps a bullet to the brain would be nice enough. Yes, that sounded delightful!
She kept painting, knowing that sooner or later police would come and kick her door down. But it would be too late! She would already be dead by then! They couldn't do anything to a corpse, now could they?! She laughed again, adding the finishing touches...their eyes. She had left them for last, since they all needed to be looking at the scene with a gleam of insanity in their eyes. Their smiles were wide, impossibly so. So she had to cut their cheeks, including her own. It was painful, yes, but it was worth it.
"Now, to fix you guys..." she sighed, walking back over to the corpses. She put of Heracles hands on the table palm up, then placed Nicoleta's hand in it. She then moved the Romanian's head to look at Andrei as if she was talking to him, while her brother's was faced towards an empty seat. Her seat. Now was her time to join in her little masterpiece herself.
She sat down, gun in hand. She put it up to her head, her smile not once wavering. This was it, this was the end of her. She heard the door open, screaming, footsteps coming closer. Right on time, that they were. Then she ended it all.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 19:25:47 GMT -8
This is where the tale begins, Please do enjoy the show. Each story carefully chosen, And placed neatly in a row.
All it took was a mere bullet To put an end to poor Linh. She should have expected it, Since at that game she couldn't win.
Berwald was such a kind man, Though he felt so alone. It was no surprise when he had Hung himself with a cord telephone.
Clara one and Clara two, They weren't one and the same. They had died at like one another, All because they shared a name.
Don't talk to strangers, His parent's had said. Now Peter lies forgotten in a ditch. Now where might be his head?
Everything isn't what is seems, That everyone should know. What was indeed hot ash, Natalya thought was snow.
Flirting is a fun pastime, Especially for Feliciano. But one wrong woman had Him crushed by a piano.
Gilbert secretly worked for MI6, To those criminals he was a traitor. He was shot down in an alley, Since no one was his savior.
Head to the subway tunnel, On the rails, Lukas you will find. He bled to death after a train hit him, Someone had pushed him from behind.
Let's continue on with this tale What is in store for us next? Perhaps someone has died in A car wreck because of a text.
It's Sindri's turn now, Since his dear brother was last. He hung himself the day after, For he could not forget the past.
Jumping from heights Was the only option for him. Jia couldn't take it anymore, He didn't only break a limb.
Killing others is what Nicolata always had done. Now someone had gotten Rid of her just for fun.
Lynx's Shadow, Someone full of laughter. But after his boss's death, Andrei follow soon after.
Mihai was strange, Very odd, one must admit. He died while setting off A bomb during a fit.
Nikolai never thought That he would lose his mind. But once his other self took over, His death was not at all kind.
Once upon a time, Athena Gave many people her love. But after so many pills, no one Can ever have Aphrodite's Dove.
People are such interesting Things, some really suspicious. Steven should have been, That snake he held sure was vicious.
We're almost to the end Of this twisted little rhyme. You can still turn back if that Is what you wish, there's time.
Quartermaster, Sometimes known as just Q. Iain fell in love with a lawless, Now he lies at the bottom of the blue.
Red is the color of passion, That Estelle knew very well. But after her dear Q died, From a ladder she fell.
Spaniards are fun people, Always sharing more than a smile. Though these two were found ripped Apart and spread across a mile.
There were a pair of twins, Always looked out for each other. The sister couldn't take the grief And shot herself after her brother.
Under the weather was how Kiku felt as time went and passed by. He died locked away in his room, sSnce he had no more tears left to cry.
Vash kept his sister in the dark, Not once telling her about his secret. She found out once he died since There was no one there to keep it.
With her lover and brother Gone and way out of her reach. She had disappeared one day Only to wash up onto a beach.
X-Rays were one of the Things Marko's job had in store. One day during work he died Of radiation and nothing more.
Yellow is a very nice color, The same as Femke's pretty hair. It made girls jealous, that was true. They killed her and was left in their lair.
Zap is a common word, Associated with currents and wires. They caused a car to crash into Soo, who died by their tires.
Did you enjoy this poem? Was it worth your time? Be careful, though, because Your life can end at the flip of a dime.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2013 15:12:35 GMT -8
I have to say that, yes, I'm very well aware That some people were left out Of my rhyme of despair.
Perhaps I should count them One after another. What do You think about that idea? No, I don't like it too...
How about we start each With their very own names. Now let's go down the line, since To me this is fun and games.
Ana was a very nice gal, Always fun to be around. Out in the field she was Found half buried in the ground.
Mathias was energetic, Always having a smile. His corpse was found in Big Ben, He was dead for a while.
Feliks also an agent, And a good one at that. Was loyal to the very end, Even when boiled in that vat.
Sadiq and Heracles, Always butting heads. Together they were found Strangled by many threads.
Elizaveta and Roderich, They were such a lovely pair. Together to the very end, Even when suspended in the air.
Tino was the best sniper In all of London, that's true. Though, after one small mistake, His head was where the bullet flew.
Rafaello was a kind man, Doing the best at his job. He should have been more Careful facing that mob.
Cerys and Arthur, As sad as they could be. They died of grief since They had lost their family.
Wilhem was a broker And a librarian all in one. When refusing to mix his jobs, He faced the barrel of a gun.
Ludwig was very serious, Not once messing around. He was beat to death, but Didn't make a single sound.
Lovino had a short fuse, Always making a fuss. He had been chasing that cat When he was hit by a bus.
Lucia was a pretty girl. Always receiving looks. She died just because of A shelf full of books.
Alfred had nice blue eyes, The color of the sky above. Though the state he was found Was something no one could love.
Romulus was strange, He had something to hide. Dead in his office since To someone he did confide.
Sergio was all work and No play, never having fun. He played "hide and seek" with A criminal, and he hadn't won.
Cristyna and Francis, They were to be soon married. They drowned before they could, Their bodies the current carried.
Adania and Sophia, Very different but both kind. Both died very unexpectedly Soon after losing their mind.
Ivan and Katyusha, Both grieved their sister's death. They were found by her grave, Breathing their last breath.
Lucille was outgoing, And also full of sass. No surprise when she Died of poisonous gas.
Ahmad was a criminal, so he was always getting into trouble. Though after too many drinks, He was more than seeing double.
Kasem was a sociopath, With an underling, no less. He was killed by their hands, That he couldn't guess.
Ravis was a nice guy, One who killed his boss well. He spent years alone before Dying in that padded cell.
Tomis was a bad guy With a kind, golden heart. Everyone knew he wouldn't Last long from the very start.
Mi-Yun was a mute, Never once spoke aloud. She couldn't even scream When she was trampled by a crowd.
Now I shall tell you this, One of those isn't true. Can you figure out which? Well, that's up to you.
Though, was it in this rhyme or the last? Which stanza am I part of the "cast"?
I'll just say this one thing, I'm not necessarily bad. Depends on your definition, since fun is all I ever had.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2013 19:06:27 GMT -8
Based on this. Yeah, I don't even know why I wrote this. Better than killing people, right? Athena sighed, looking at the layout of her room again. It was nice enough... She hoped that moving into her brother's place wouldn't serve to be problematic...especially with the two other newcomers. Nicoleta was supposed to get a room too, and Andrei was well. The Moldovan has insisted in moving in when he heard that the Romanian was moving in. The woman did nag Heracles to let him come in too. Good thing there was enough rooms.
Everything was alright at first, but now...well... Her brother and Nico were getting closer, so Athena had to move to desperate measures. She sometimes invited Nico to her room for a sleep over, and sometimes she would convince her brother to share the bed with her.
Though, that peace they had for a while didn't last very long.
"ANDREI!!!! WHY IS THE GOVERNMENT CALLING YOU?!?!" "...What?" "DID YOU GET CAUGHT OR SOMETHING?!" "What? No, of course not!" "THEN WHY IS MICHAEL COLLINS ASKING FOR YOU ON THE PHONE?!" "...Say what now?" "YOU HEARD ME!!! NOW SPILL!!!" "...I told him not to call...Give me the phone." "NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHY HE CALLED!!!" "GIVE ME THE PHONE, WOMAN!!!"
Athena couldn't help but laugh at the small argument between Nicoleta and Andrei. Especially when they were practically wrestling over the phone. "They need to calm down..." Heracles sighed, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Athena opened her mouth to agree when the arguing suddenly stopped.
"Oh, so he's coming over? Why? How do you know him? Do you owe him money?" Nicoleta asked, trying to pry information of out the Moldovan. Though, Andrei was too busy freaking out to pay her any mine. That just served to make her more suspicious of what was going on.
Athena had figured out his secret after a while, since he sometimes sneaked out late at night, only to return early in the morning. Of course, when he wasn't hanging around Nico. Now all she could do was wait and see how the other woman would react to the news.
She glanced at Heracles. He seemed disinterested in it all. He would probably claim it was "too early" for all of this commotion. Of course he would say that, since he did just wake up from a late afternoon nap.
Minutes passed before there was a knock on the door. Andrei and Nicoleta exchanged a glance before rushing to the front door. "Hm, the only time I've seen them like this was when the pizza man took over an hour to get here..." Athena commented as the two attempted to shove each other out of the way so they could open the door themselves.
"What the fuck do you want?" "Why the fuck are you here?"
The two had spoken in unison and shot glares at each other right after. Mihai laughed a bit nervously as he managed to make his way inside. "Um, would you like some coffee?" Athena asked softly, nudging Herc with her shoulder. She just hope things didn't go right to Hell after this.
"Hm... Coffee sounds nice." "Yeah, she'll get you your coffee, now tell me why you're here." "Nico, don't be rude to our guest." "Michael, can I talk to you outside real quick?" "Hm? Oh, sure Lucian..."
Andrei ushered Mihai out the door before closing it behind them.
"...I thought his name was Andrei." "It is, but he goes by Lucian." "Why? Using an alias sounds stupid." "Brother, shut up and drink your coffee." "...Rude." "Well, it's a long story I'd rather not get into."
Athena got a clean mug and filled it up with the rest of the coffee that was made, which wasn't all that much. She could hear a muffled argument from out the door. Nicoleta appeared to be ready to rush out there... "Don't, let them fight it out," Athena said. If anyone was going to break up a fight, it would probably be her since she was one of the peaceful people who lived in the house, besides her brother.
The door opened, and the two walked in...Mihai with a red hand-shaped mark on his cheek. "Aw, are you alright? He didn't do anything, did he? If he did, I'll break his arms," Nicoleta said, rushing to Andrei's side. "I'm fine..." the Moldovan muttered.
"Those two are just something else..." Mihai sighed, rubbing his cheek. "Um, here's your coffee," Athena said, handing the cup over to the Romanian man. "Hn? Oh, thanks," the other smiled, taking the mug from her.
Nico and Andrei got into another pointless argument, Heracles trying to pull the two apart. "Are they always like this?" Mihai asked. "Yeah, but you get used to it after a while," Athena replied, watching the scene in front of her. Yeah, this would just turn out to be a regular day after all.
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