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Post by Vespyr on Jan 31, 2010 13:23:30 GMT -8
It was one of those days where the bright sun beams and the crisp winter wind mingled together to produce a pleasing, cool atmosphere. In the city, jackets were left at home and it seemed like springtime. How long the nice weather would last, no one could tell; it was the end of January in southern California, and as everyone knows, SoCal weather is more unpredictable than a bipolar teenager.
Vespyr held a vague hope for more storms to come, for the turning of the skies into liquid darkness and the people to stay in their homes. But for now, it was the last thing on her mind. The magazine in her hand had her preoccupied for the moment, but not for the purpose of mindless enjoyment. No, her face was grim, and if she had chosen to speak what was on her mind it would have been a long and furious stream of words concerning the state of the world and the absurdity of people and etc, etc, etc...
The article something-to-do about Miley Cyrus's little sister who had started a lingerie line for 10-year-olds. Ooh-La-La Couture, it was called. A picture of two nine-year-old girls wearing what could only be described as a collection of horribly skanky french maid outfits decorated the page. Their faces, twisted into horribly innocent little grins as they posed, made Vespyr feel sick. So utterly enflamed and sick, it could not be described.
With a growl of disgust, Vespyr pressed the burning end of her cigarette to the page and watched in silence as the picture began to smolder. In a matter of seconds, the entire magazine was in flames and she dropped it carelessly onto the ground where she had found it in the first place.
Nothing was right anymore. Nothing in her life had ever been right in the first place, but it seemed as of late that everything pushed any sort of mental comfort to the edge of oblivion. Vespyr was stuck on a train and there were no stops between here and Insanity. The metaphor could be extended, but concisely it was sheer madness, and it was unescapable.
(ooc: sorry for suckiness. It's been quiiiite a while. Ugh.)
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Jan 31, 2010 13:29:58 GMT -8
"Not a fan of children in... whores clothing?" He asked a slight bit of a cough in between the two and a chuckle the entire time, rather amused at the reaction that had been taken to the image on a piece of paper.. still the thought of such immorality being targeted at the younger audience was not lost on him. Granted. He did not have pristine morals himself so the judgment he passed was never a reliable one.
This girl smelled familiar, if that made any sense at all. He could recall vague meetings in the past.. and utterly driving the girl off away from him.. that had been amusing, but he just paused and licked over his lips, needing so badly to do what he did, and that was withdraw the bottle of water he had with him at all times now and drain some of it before he went back to staring down at her from behind those thick black goggles over his eyes.
"Or just not a fan of the Cyrus disease?" It could have been both now that he stopped to think of it.. lord knows he despises those abominations of god.
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 31, 2010 13:46:12 GMT -8
Vespyr's eyes narrowed at the sound of the voice behind her; she recognized him almost immediately, as the strange, violent memories resurfaced in her mind. She turned her head to the side, regarding him with her peripheral vision. Yes, definitely the same man... who else had such a tall and looming stature as he did?
"Not a fan of either, actually." she said quietly, lifting the cigarette to her lips and then away again. She wondered if he would want to finish what he had started so long ago, or if he had forgotten... or if he just didn't care anymore. Either way, Vespyr had not much to say. She turned her body to face him completely, her eyes cold and her visage grave.
"And what's your view on this... decay?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 31, 2010 14:01:09 GMT -8
OOC: Hope you don't mind a third one---however, you can pass over this post. Also, just establishing a setting of sorts, since... I dunno exactly where we are and no one has so far.Sometimes, Nothing Even Happens The news was a curious and often biased thing. Thankfully, it typically only cost 25 cents or so from one of those vender machines on street corners. However, "Unfettered" had gone from that corner and taken his refuge of relaxation against a rather uncomfortable brick wall, leaning his upper back against it, with his left foot in front of him by about two feet and his right leg crossed over it. And while the weather was nice, it was still a bit cold, as he only had on jeans, some Nike shoes, and a white t-shirt, while his long, white hair was tied into a bit of a pony-tail, so that the strands wouldn't constantly get into his only good eye, wearing his Nazi eye-patch for anti-social reasons at this time of day. The purpose of having this constantly-adjusting pose was to keep him uncomfortable, as he read through the "Opinions" section of the newspaper, most of which were still in regards to Obama's speech from a few days ago.
Of course, questions would immediatly rise up like, "why was there still corporal punishment," "why hadn't some flaming liberal come up to him and begin yelling at him for his eye-patch," "why..."
...Why was that girl burning up that magazine? And from the looks of it, one of those expensive ones, that cost $17-$25. However, a large man had wandered by already taking note of this first, so the German didn't take bother, his face suddenly buried into the paper again today.
Though, for a moment, he did peak up to look at the two. He began to wonder why the hell Katsuri Katashi (yes, he could recognize him... Especially since Katsuri was a hard-to-miss giant of a man), the man he had tried to challenge and lure into a trap to kill several months ago was wandering about again, but then again... the monsters of Public High School #259 always seemed to disappear and reappear at their own personal fancy. Nothing personal, of course, but this applied to everyone... "Unfettered" included. Taking one last glance of curiosity at the girl, he shifted the pages over to the funnies."Hm."...If only the days of Bill Watterson and his "Calvin & Hobbes"... Depressing.OOC Note: "Unfettered" isn't wearing his items. This is a non-commital post, but will be used in reference in case he should interact with either of you in the near future. You can engage "Unfettered" into this thread by talking/approaching him.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Jan 31, 2010 14:46:16 GMT -8
So cold and distant.. there was ever so slight a grin to that as he stared back at her from behind that thick black plastic. "Decay is decay.. but decay can also bring evolution if it is done properly." He said with a shrug of his shoulders and kept his grin. " That though? Thats not done properly.. not whatsoever." He said with a nod to his word and would have moved to plop his large self down beside her, unknowing in all honesty if she remembered him ,but quite frankly not caring. He had been tempted at one point to want to crush the girl and mold her into something capable of destruction, but somehow, that destruction gene had just been squashed in him for the moment, not wanting to seek out violence and slaughter.. kinda odd for a Katashi, let alone the one sitting next to... Vespyr at the moment.
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 31, 2010 15:48:47 GMT -8
Vespyr flinched instinctively as the man moved, but let it pass as he sat down beside her. The bench seemed to jump a little and Vespyr's stiffened body did so with it, but her reserved gaze did not waver for a moment.
She felt from him a different attitude from when they had first met, which was one reason why she hadn't fled at the sound of his voice. The other reason for that was, well... she just hadn't been fleeing from anything as of late. Recently she had encountered a killer as ruthless as herself but she had faced him, prepared to be beaten or killed. Something had definitely changed.
"Decay has many forms. There's stupid rot like that that, then there's the deeper moral degeneration that will destroy everything eventually... But it's bittersweet, because what else would contribute to the downfall of morality like lingerie for tots?" Vespyr said in a joyless voice, letting her violet eyes wander away from her once-foe and to a rather interesting looking figure down the street. The silken white hair and eyepatch held her intrigue for a moment. Their eyes met briefly, then he looked away, and Vespyr did the same but kept the image of him in her mind for later analysis. Her intuition told her that he was important; she had seen it in his eye. The eyes tell all...
But anyhow, she did not feel the need to mention to the man beside her something about their previous encounter, no "Hey, i know you." or anything like that. It was arbitrary, they both knew and remembered, and it didn't seem to matter anymore at all.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Jan 31, 2010 17:03:35 GMT -8
"Lingerie for tots is only preparing them to fulfill a goal that society has set out for females I am sad to say." No need to say what that goal was, if she was not aware of while she went on about moral degeneration as a society then she was merely spouting non-sense in the same realm as those whom thought everyone blindly fell into line but themselves.
Either way, he'd have noticed the man in the distance for just a moment before his focus was locked back onto the girl on the bench next to him, lechery had long since been beaten out of him, and it was kind of funny how his body looked as if he had just gotten out of an internment camp. Yay for withdrawl.. right? He got his bottle out, drained some more water from it and would have sighed slightly. "Either way man could not evolve without degeneration, regardless of how you look at it.. our degeneration leads us to destroy, and our want to destroy leads us to better technology.. mind you for weapons, but those weapons fall into an after effect of helping. Bio-chemical warfare, nuclear warfare, even psychological warfare.. although it hurts many, it helps many more in the end. "
He coughed a bit and slipped the lid back on his bottle before he put it into his pocket and stretched out a little, letting those large arms of his slip down onto the edge of the bench before he stared up at the sky. "Mm... have you been around to see how things have been going? Ive heard rumors about the correctional facility.. but my... absence, prevented me from being around for them."
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 31, 2010 17:36:03 GMT -8
Vespyr nodded in silent affinity as he spoke, gazing at nothing in particular anymore as she mulled over his words in her head. Small-talk was an interesting thing; it served no purpose, really, but it just seemed to happen. Whatever.
However, the last bit about a correctional facility snatched her attention, and she minded the tall man with a faint glimmer of curiosity in her violet eyes - she had heard the place mentioned with anxious strains several times before, here and back in the 'Frisco, and she held a grim inquisitiveness toward it.
"I've been somewhat out of contact as well.." the girl murmured, her voice sinking into a low-key melancholia. Indeed, she had been quite removed as of late... estranged from reality, it seemed. It was difficult to ascertain. "I haven't heard anything specifically so i probably don't know any more than you do. What do you know?"
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Jan 31, 2010 21:46:34 GMT -8
"Mm.. I am probably in the same boat as you, other then having been here for when the first assault was performed on the facility.. the people behind it had been twisting and messing with its prisoners, several students from 259 and other schools had all been turned into monstrosities."
He smiled at that, given the fact a few people had once asked if he had been created from that place.. then a scoff and he'd have sighed and laid back into the bench once more, having told his tale in a more alert, upright position. She'd have found his hand coming around from the opposite side of her, the outside, gripping the side of her neck and pressing his thumb into her chin.
"Although I know you are not a beast of those origins.. what would you do if you were forced to defeat one now? Could you stand up to such things.." He alluded. "I have not forgotten our last encounter.. but then again, I am not the same man I was when I first thought to crush the life out of you to meet and ends. " He'd let her go and let his hand rest on the bench instead, looking back up to the sky, the sun just slightly glinting off those black goggles.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 1, 2010 6:53:18 GMT -8
Vespyr's mouth hung slightly ajar as the man gave detail on the place, her face becoming animated with a strange, concerned expression. She was remembering something... something in his words had reminded her, like a hand pulling a dusty book from a forgotten shelf, only the pages were all worn away and illegible. All Vespyr was left with was the vague and abysmal feeling that she had, indeed, faced on of those monstrosities before. Odd...
Vespyr's eyes flickered as the man's hand met her cold skin, the gesture seeming to pull her back into the present tense. She looked to him dispiritedly, contemplating what exactly he was getting at. Was he going to attempt to kill her again or not? Praise ambiguity... but either way, Vespyr knew what her answer to any challenge would be. Tear limb from limb, or be torn. Rip to shreds, or be ripped. Kill, or die.
"I don't see what the point would be, but if it came to that, i would do what ever i had to do... give it my best... there's not much else one can do but that. But why do you ask?"
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 1, 2010 9:37:44 GMT -8
"I ask for the very same reason I sought to grind you down before. You've not changed in mind at least. Vicious creatures only looking for a single thing.. survival.. you may not realize how rare you are, but I do."
A bit of a scoff and he would have sighed shifting his head back down, rattling it about a bit before he glanced over to her, his face relaxed, almost as if he were searching for something but it passed and he just shrugged.
"If you cant tell I am ragged and worn down, far from the beast I was last time I saw you. Either way.. I figure we could both benefit from seeking to rise far above the monstrosities that are going to be coming soon.. the question is would you do such a thing?"
What was it he was implying exactly? Well, incase he seemed off, it was being implied that he wanted to train the girl still.. just as much as he had in the past mostly because the girl interested him, she had a fighting spirit that was not all too common now a days, and well..vicious was close enough a term to suit it.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 1, 2010 16:32:37 GMT -8
The girl sighed in quiet contemplation; the word monstrosity was an ambiguous one... for was not she herself a monstrosity, if not worse? How could she know that the people the man described were the true enemy? What if one of the "monsters" he was referring to was...
Vespyr shook the thought form her mind, looking into the distance with stern concentration. This was an important decision; it was the preliminary choosing of sides in a game that she did not yet fully understand. The opponents? She had no idea exactly who they were, and knew no more about the man beside her. It could be a trick, a trap, such things that Vespyr had fallen into too many times before... But still, she might as well take the chance. There wasn't much to lose anymore.
"Sure," she began, not quite knowing what else to say. She was a bit surprised with herself for giving in so easily, for normally she would have been much more inquisitive and wary of the man; hadn't he tried to kill her the one and only time they ever met before? Yes, times were definitely changing, and with them, Vespyr was being dragged and bumped along in the current.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 1, 2010 18:29:16 GMT -8
Ambiguous. Maybe. Any living thing could be a monstrosity if given the right catalyst, but it was what that creature did that determined rather or not they were going to be blind or just bestial in their rage. Hatred and fury.. a thin line between the two, but hatred was what made on worthless. A nod of his head though as she acknowledged it, and he could not help but smile, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pen and an old business card, one that would have given the address and number of where he used to live. Instead, he wrote a new number on the back of it as well as the new address, handing it to her and digging his cellphone out.
Slipping forwards he crouched slightly. "In the coming weeks I'll want to contact you, got a number I can reach you at?" He of course glanced to her before back to the cellphone. What did he mean? Well. Lets just say there were certain things he had to hit hard in order to get back to where he had been before he had been on hiatus to get... clean. Withdrawl was horrid on the body, and it had certainly done a number on him, meaning it would take more then parlor tricks this time..
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 1, 2010 18:56:20 GMT -8
Vespyr eyed the card curiously, and the phone, beginning to wonder what the hell she'd got herself into this time... She took the card from the man's fingers and placed it in her abysmal coat pocket, withdrawing a slip of paper and a pen of her own simultaneously. She didn't have a phone, but she could give him directions to her home... however, was that the smartest thing to do? She glanced at him suspiciously, attempting to read his eyes to determine if he could be trusted, but they were covered by the black goggles.
She hesitated for a moment and looked back down at the paper, which to her surprise already had the directions scribbled on it. Had she intended to give this to someone before? Strange...
Her hand moved forward, and before she had another chance to consider the possibilities, the directions to her hideout were in the stranger's hands. The stranger who had tried to destroy her before. What am i doing?! Yet, her hand didn't move to snatch the thing away.
"No phone, but you can find me there during the day..."
(ooc: directions can be found on Vespyr's profile. Click sig picture to get there quick. Woot.)
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 2, 2010 5:08:12 GMT -8
So quick and so willing.. it was honestly a little unsettling if you were an outside looking in, a girl just offering up her information so quickly to a man that looked as if he belonged in some dark alley waiting to devour someone. In the end though, suppose it did not really matter what happened. Glancing down at the paper, he would have rolled it slightly about in between his fingers before he nodded his head and stuffed his down into his pocket, rising up after it and stretching himself out, that form blacking out some of the sun as he did so.
"You know.. I have a feeling you won't be the only one coming into the fray. Still. It should prove interesting no?"
Oh, he could smell it, in the air, in the school, all around them right now. The coming of death and despair, but for who? No clue. Just knew it was there, and it was waiting on its chance to wrench free and assault whoever go near. "I've not got much in the way of fancy equipment anymore, but I do have a place we'll be spending most of our time in if you wanna walk and talk, maybe grab a coffee or something."
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