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Post by Vespyr on Jun 25, 2010 22:19:13 GMT -8
A warm breeze swept across the cool grass, stirring the delicate paper lanterns that hung between the awnings of canvas tents. The orbs of light danced gently in the twilight, casting a pleasant amber glow across the soft grass. The content murmering of voices could be heard in the white canvas tents. The rustle of bare feet in the grass and sweet-sounding music drifted through the evening air. Vespyr sat between the tents, gazing at the night sky, quite unaware of her whereabouts. The place was strange and unfamiliar, but the atmosphere soothed her and she was quite calm. It felt like a dream.
In the distance, the eerie wail of air-raid sirens started up. It was quiet at first, noticed only by a few people who looked about in a puzzled manner. In a matter of moments, the siren was moaning loudly and in every tent across the feild, the voices had become hushed, taut with confusion and worry. Vespyr watched the shadowy silhouettes on the canvas drapes in silence, becoming anxious. The sirens wailed on and on.
There was a new sound, something harsh and menacing, and it was fast-approaching. Vespyr rose to her feet in a daze and watched as the dark shapes in the indigo sky drew nearer with their malicious undulating roar. She stood, frozen in her nightmare, as they swept low over the park, bringing with them a feirce hot wind that violently rippled through the sea of canvas, followed by a deafening and blinding blast. Vespyr lunged for the ground in a panic, throwing her arms over her head and curling into a tight ball as the ground shook under the weight of the bombardment. Hot shrapnel whipped and tore at her back, and the bellowing explosions rang furiously in her ears...
Her dreams were making less sense each day. Upon each fall into the land of sleep, she found that it became a less familiar place, filled with confusion. Never before had had her nightmares made her feel dread--but they had turned on her like a rabid animal whose eyes were glassy and seething with mysterious intent. She felt an eerie chill when she awoke.
It was a little past sunset, she could tell by the distant rosy glow from the streetlamps and the indigo hue of the sky that lie beyond the high walls of the alleyway. Vespyr rose to her feet, slipping on her coat that she had been curled up warmly beneath. She emerged onto the street from the dark alley with the dream still lingering like an omen in the back of her mind. She wouldn't let it bother her, but she couldn't get the visions from playing across her eyes. Her back still stung from where the blast had clawed at her. Sometimes she wondered if fragments of her dreams really did carry on into the real world, or if she were only imagining it. It was a frightening concept.
Before she knew it, she found herself walking up the hill to the park in her dream. It was a place she went to often--there was a swingset there she loved to swing from for hours, losing herself into the night air like a freed bird.
The amber light from the streetlamps greeted her as she made her way toward the park. The field was eerily empty, the silence cutting a haunting contrast to the dream that still clung to her. The thought of it followed her like a sick dog, grinning and panting in its madness, staring her down with its beady black eyes.
She walked quietly across the cold sand and sat on the swing, closing her eyes and letting the visions play through her mind once again.
(ooc: Makes no sense, i know. I just feel like posting. It's been waaaayyyy too long... )
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 7, 2010 21:43:48 GMT -8
Gilgamesh was laying on a huge branch in a tree with a bandana over his eyes, just to keep them shut. He was taking a nap.. A very nice nap.
The kind you never want to awake from.. ever. He could hear the people that walked by talking and the birds chirping.. Chirping birds..
Always getting in the way..
Stupid birds.
He woke up and jumped down and looked around.
One person on a swing? Ehh.. Might be interesting. Gilgamesh grabbed his back and made his way over and looked at the young lady that was there.
He kept his sistand and smiled.
His whole body has been freed since he was sleeping. He felt more relaxed and such.
"Hello there." He said as he walked over a bit and leaned on one of posts. "Don't see many people hear this early in the day."
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 7, 2010 22:05:09 GMT -8
Vespyr's attention, or rather, lack of attention, was jarred by the sound of feet approaching through the grass, and her eyes opened promptly. A young man was making his way toward her, looking rather complacent. She wondered what he wanted, and why people were so damn friendly. Her violet eyes were locked on him as he neared, but they lacked emotion, as if any possible attitude had been emptied out of them and kicked into the sand.
"Hello there."
Vespyr made no reply, her eyes still empty. If they had voices to exclaim her thoughts they would have remained silent. Her mind was still asleep, dreaming, trying to make sense of dreams.
"Don't see many people here this early in the day." the stranger said, leaning against one of the lamp posts. The sickly yellow light above him flickered slightly.
"You must be mistaken; it's evening." Vespyr replied quietly, seeming to surface from the depths of her pensive coma. She wasn't being sarcastic, though if one really wanted to be specific, it was rather early on her clock. To be out and about at sunset was to Vespyr what rising at dawn would be for most others who didn't share her nocturnal habits.
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 7, 2010 22:22:04 GMT -8
He scratched his head.
Evening?...
'how long was I out for?' He thought to himself and looked up at the light.
"Eh.. Oh well eh?"
He sat down and looked over at the young lady who seemed abit disturbed about something.. nocturnal awaiting for the sun to go down?
Or was she afraid of the dark..
eehhhhhh...
Might was well not ask and just look around.
Gilgamesh got up and looked around the park and put his hands in his pockets and sighed..
"Well, it's a perfect night to be out anyways eh?"
It was cool, very.. destinctive. Gilgamesh sat on the grass and yawned abit. it wasn't late for him, after a long nap, you would still be abit tired. He stayed on the ground and looked over at the girl.
"So out of curiosity, what might your name be?" he was curious.. maybe a bit too soon for formalities..
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 8, 2010 0:40:35 GMT -8
Vespyr observed the stranger's momentarily puzzled reaction, shrugging half-heartedly at his response.
"Any night's fine, i guess." she replied after a pause (in which she debated whether or not to bother waking herself up for a conversation... but she didn't even care enough to decide.)
The young man had sat down, but was now standing again, looking slightly restless, a little lost. At least, that was Vespyr's vague and detached perception of him.
Vespyr tilted her head in mild curiosity as she watched him sit down yet again in the grass, the dim amber lamplight casting his black shadow across the field until it faded into the darkness.
"So out of curiosity, what might your name be?"
The corners of her black cherry lips curled into a slight smirk; there was that notorious spark of curiosity again--the need for a name. For some reason Vespyr still had yet to figure out, people were always needing to know names. What was the point, anyhow? As if knowing someone's name would be enlightening, casting a sudden pillar of light into one's soul, and revealing the truth about this new person... no, she decided, it was still just bullshit.
"Vespyr." she replied, (for she had given up trying to ask 'why' long ago, and merely went along with it for sanity's sake.)
"Are you lost or something? You look quite disoriented over there." she asked, trying to conjure up some sort of alertness. For all she cared, she could have just said 'blaaaahhhhh' and it would be just as useful. Conversations were not her forte.
ooc: sorry if this sucks, i feel like a zombie and i need to go sleep now xD can't you tell? Hehe.
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 8, 2010 21:50:12 GMT -8
(sorry if you waited a while, and sorry if it's too short and its alright a post is a post eh? take all the time you need ) Gilgamesh closed his eyes for a second to think.. the breeZe, just anything that he could. Untill he heard her name. Vespyr? What an odd name.. but it was very.. Original to say the least. She seemed ok. He sat up and turned to her with a small smile on his face. "Pleased to meet you Vespyr. I'm Gilgamesh." he said with out a care in the world. He looked around, darkness everywhere but under the lamp. He didn't shudder he just looked out as if looking for something. Wait.. did she just? Yeah.. She asked if he was lost. Maybe he was. Well. He knew where he was.. and he wasn't.. atleast he didn't think he was.. Oh well.. "Well, sleeping a whole day I guess could make you do stuff like that.. look like you have no clue where you are, but I live close to here but find this place much more soothing to sleep or even just for a nice walk." He looked at her and sighed. "I uhhh... I am sorry if I was.. Rambling." He did loved being out in the open sometimes. Even if it was just on his own or with someone to talk to about a few things, friendly things that is. He felt more inclined to talk today, ever since he had been here to other people or students of #259. Maybe a teacher or two. It wouldn't be his place to stay and chat but maybe on a day like this.. somethin interesting will happen and make it worth his while to be here.
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 9, 2010 0:32:55 GMT -8
She allowed her attention to drift arbitrarily across the dusky field as the stranger spoke. Her violet eyes were cast in shadow by a tress of hair that hung idly over her face and were lit with a dim amber gleam, wherefore hiding the focus of her aloof gaze from the stranger. She could have been focused on him rather than thoughtlessly looking elsewhere, but he wouldn't be able to tell and she preferred it that way.
His name was Gilgamesh. Her gaze wandered across the soft slope of hills in the distance, and she listened to the word in her head while a gentle night breeze rusted the leaves of sycamore trees above. His was an odd name, but a fairly sturdy one. It had a good, robust tone to it. In like manner, he had the appearance of a sturdy, robust human being. It would seem that names had an uncanny fashion of defining a person; or was it the person that defined the name?
Too much thinking. Gilgamesh had begun to ramble, then apologized for it. Vespyr merely shrugged, sighed, and twined her slender fingers deeper into the grimy links of the swing's chain. The typical feeling in her gut that she should stealthily disappear as soon as anyone was nearby had become weaker as of late, akin to the fear of man's wrath that wanes from a mountain lion's instinctive core as he becomes too comfortable in man's presence. Vespyr sighed because of this, but neglected to respond to the change. Was she becoming tame?
Her eyes darted back to Gilgamesh with a sudden alertness. He seemed pretty okay. Friendly, maybe too friendly, but he was alright. There was no reason to overreact.
Her claws sank deeper between the chains.
"So," she said, turning back to the dark horizon, her voice noticeably more animate, "how would you usually spend your evenings?"
At the far end of the park where a single lamp post cast its glow on a portion of sidewalk flanking a fence, Vespyr could perceive a movement in the bushes on the other side. Though at a distance, she immedeately recognized the petite creature that suddenly appeared, as if from thin air, on top of the fence. The ocherous feline was gravely still momentarily, assessing the surroundings, then suddenly disappeared again with haste. Vespyr's eyes narrowed. Several scraggy shadows had emerged beneath the lamplight, followed by several staggering figures whose careless footsteps and laughter echoed across the park, casting the serenity of the nighttime into disarray.
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 9, 2010 4:20:30 GMT -8
Gilgamesh thought her heard rustling in the bushs not to far from where he was and paid little to no attention to it. it just seemed like it was just the wind, or just some animal in the bushes, but he was sure that if something was coming, he was ready for it at all times.
He got up and scratched his chin.
"Usually consists of just either walking or working. If I work, i stay home and just relax. if i walk i stay out for a while just to be out in the fresh air to do something instead of being inside for hours on end."
He could hear the footsteps and the laughter of the people who were in the park as well and he sighed.
He got up and looked over at Vespyr, "What about you? Just come out and sit on a swing for a while?" Gilgamesh said with a laugh. He was just trying to lighten the mood to get well.. something out of this girl besides silence untill the walking and laughing grew just a tad closer and he shrugged it off and he didn't pay attention to it at all.
Who knows.. Maybe Gil might have a fight on his hands if they get any closer.
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 9, 2010 10:11:07 GMT -8
"Hmm." Vespyr said as Gilgamesh rose to his feet yet again, hardly nodding to be agreeable. Her eyes and ears were fixed on the approaching individuals, who, though they were perhaps 300 feet away, reeked of alcohol and staggered beneath the weight of its effects. There were three of them, males, all of whom were between 5'5" and 6 feet, Vespyr estimated. For the moment they didn't seem cognizant of the presence of Gilgamesh or herself, but it was probable that they wouldn't go unnoticed for long. While her face remained like a mask, Vespyr gritted her teeth.
An orange cat was sauntering across the sand. He regarded Gilgamesh with surmise as he went by and leapt onto Vespyr's lap, keeping his one amber eye dispassionately fixed on the boy. One of Vespyr's pale hands descended to lightly stroke her fellow's fur while the other still clung limply to the swing's chain.
"I do love to swing, but it's not all i do." she said, grinning slightly at the prospect that Gilgamesh might continue to question the subject, which would lead to Vespyr giving him an honest answer about her nocturnal activities... if he so wished to continue asking. ooc: I brought the other guys in just in case you wanted to get any action going in this thread; both you and i can control them, if you so wish. If not, they'll just be a distraction in the background :] have fun with it.[/size]
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 9, 2010 11:45:18 GMT -8
Gilgamesh noted the 3 guys that were out there, watching them as if he was going to do something here..
but what were they waiting for. He kept thinking of what they could be waiting for for, it anything. Everything just seemed to sort of go downhill. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on the figures untill he heard Vespyr's words.
"I guess so." He said with a smile and turned his attention to her as he hand was petting the small friend that she had on her lap. He kept his smile and laughed a bit as he turned to the smell the air slightly.
Alchohol.. too much of it. He sighed and looked around and then looked at Vespyr.
"We may have a fight on our hands if we don't get out of here soon or a later." He stopped and smiled. He watched the three walk over and he crossed his arms. They were pointing at Vespyr.
"Well, this may prove to be interesting." He looked over at Vespyr with a plan brewing in his head about what he wanted to do to these sorry drunked S.o.B.s if they started anything.
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 9, 2010 12:42:46 GMT -8
The intoxication parade were approaching, and quite eagerly. Vespyr could have smiled -- could have laughed, and found it amusing -- because the circumstances were so utterly typical. She would politely ignore the warning proffered by Gilgamesh; she wasn't afraid of a fight. Moreover, she was always keen on putting people in their coffins place. It was a civil service, she concluded.
"It's always the drunk ones who try to start shit." she sighed, glaring expectantly at the one whose greasy finger was aimed at her.
"Whaasat, girl?"
One of them staggered toward her, his brow furrowed in drunken ire. In several graceless steps (if they could be called steps), he was within five feet of the swingset. Vespyr's eyes smouldered. The cat had shifted his reserved stare from Gilgamesh to the strangers, of course, but did not bare his teeth or hiss.
"I said," Vespyr continued, her petting hand now motionless and aptly poised against the cat's fur, "that drunk people are the ones who get in the most trouble."
There was a tense moment where no one spoke; the young man in front of her stared blankly as if trying to contemplate her words, then seemed to give up, the corners of his lips twitching into a stupefied grin.
"Allow me to prove my point." Vespyr stated, the man having leaned forward so that they were almost face-to-face. Vespyr didn't wait for an excuse; as swift as a bullet, her hand stiffened and shot toward his neck, her agile fingers cleaving through his flesh. (She kept her nails sharp for a reason...)
Her hand was now palm-deep in his throat, grasping his thrachea, as blood began to stain the sand between them.
"Severe drunkenness holds no inhibitions. No thought of consequence, no morals."
A rapacious grin crept across Vespyr's pale cheeks as a rather funny thought occured to her.
"You and i are different only because i am not drunk."
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 9, 2010 12:56:27 GMT -8
A second one joined in a Gilgamesh watched what Vespyr did. He laughed abit.. stupid moron..
He looked at the Second on and kicked his knee in thus knocking him over and putting him on his knees and then Gil would kick the man to the ground and put a foot on his back. He smiled and leaned over.
"Well, what are you going to do now?" Every movement the man made was met with Gil's foot going deeper into his back.
"You son of a b-" A small cry was heard and Gil turned his attention to the third one who was too drunk to notice that his friends were in trouble.. Especialy the one that encountered Vespyr.
he looked down on the man who was now pleading for mercy and He watched Vespyr.
"Mercy?.. Let me give it some thought.." He said with a smirk on his face. He was going to enjoy this up coming little 'fight' he had planned.
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 9, 2010 20:50:32 GMT -8
Vespyr watched, with mute interest, the second of the two drunk males go down beneath Gilgamesh's foot, ignoring the one whose gushing throat was clenched in her hand -- he was too engrossed in bleeding out to fight her grasp at the moment.
She turned to the third male. He had dropped the bottle of liquor and was blundering backward in a frenzied panic as if his own feet were trying to attack him. It was a rather pathetic sight to see; finally he was able to escape the sea of sand that he had all but managed to drown himself in, and was running like a madman across the darkened field. Vespyr didn't bother watching him disappear, instead turning to Gilgamesh with a treacherous smile.
"He'll never drink again."
He had disappeared beyond their sight but she could almost picture him stumbling down the sidewalk and probably into traffic...
"9-9-1!! HALP FUCK I DUN'T EVVEN KNOW WHAJUSS HAPPEND--"
"Um, sir, i think you meant to call 9-1-1?"
Meanwhile... Gilgamesh seemed to be keeping the second young man at bay, if not holding power over him completely, which sparked in Vespyr the question of what his next move would be. Would he let him go, leaving merely a few scrapes and bruises as a warning? Or would he crush his skull against the pavement? (Vespyr had considered doing that)
Gilgamesh's interaction with the weaker human being he held beneath him would be, as Vespyr intuitively noted, an essential part in the revealing of his character. He had the power to defend and to agress, but did he have the power to destroy? Vespyr's eyes darkened as she observed his actions.
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 10, 2010 9:29:12 GMT -8
Gilgamesh grabbed the mans arm and would pull it up and Twist it and looked at vespyr.
"So? What do we plan on doing with these guys?" He said with a smile on his face. He was debating on either tossing the guy or just let him go and teach him a lice lesson that he wont soon forget.
Or he might forget..
Come on, he is wasted.. Like... Really.. he wouldn't be surprised if he had forgot what happened and woke up with splitting pains on his back and arms.
Gilgamesh smiled and watched the 3rd one shit a brick about what was going on laugh slightly that he forgot how to call the cops proporly.. Like they could catch up to Gilgamesh aways.
He would keep an eye on the man who was under him while also keeping an eye on the third one.
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 10, 2010 17:08:46 GMT -8
Hmm.
Gilgamesh didn't appear to have a vicious streak; if anything, justice might have been his game. How interesting this might all soon become...
As for answering his question, Vespyr already knew how she would deal with the drunken bastard in her brutal grasp. It had been her intent since the three young men had made their unwelcome entrance into the park.
Her other hand slithered to join its twin in the deep, oozing cavity of the man's throat. Blood was seeping from between her curled fingers and running in smooth veins down the length of her pale arms, disappearing into the welcoming darkness of her black sleeves. Her eyes had become lightless and haunting. The smile that pulled at the corners of her black cherry lips held deathly still as she leaned back slightly, centering a boot on the man's bloodsoaked chest.
With her frozen stare still holding fast to Gilgamesh, Vespyr kicked forward harshly, wrenching and tearing the man's windpipe from his shredded throat. The crunch of death and sickly snapping sinews filled the warm night air, sending a shower of crimson into the air.
She dropped the disembodied thing into the red sand, blood dribbling and oozing from her open hands, which the one-eyed cat attempted to lick.
"Fuck. No towel." she said, admiring the crimson latticework that graced her slender arms.
ooc: wheeeeee :D
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