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Post by Vespyr on Jan 25, 2012 6:54:41 GMT -8
Vespyr watched with a curious tilt of her head, as the boy staked out his territory, and the strange tenderness with which he handled his few possessions. Had the girl a heart, it would have gone out to him. But what she saw was only faintly endearing in a comical way, and the furthest her “heart” exerted itself was to hope that the cats didn’t devour him in his sleep.
…Because that would defeat the purpose of bringing him here, wouldn’t it?
“Help yourself... to the food and whatnot. It's back there.”
She pointed toward the kitchen doorway, where she had been standing several minutes prior. By this time she had begun to move back toward her wormhole of a door, though her back was not yet turned on him. Fleesh had ducked into the shadows for a moment only to reappear at her feet, weaving himself between her boots with his eye still fixated judiciously on the boy.
“There are candles lying around everywhere, use them if you must...”
The beginnings of a smile were pulling subtly at the corners of her lips.
“...But it time, I think you'll learn to see like me.”
And then she was grinning most evilly, sharp teeth and all.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 25, 2012 15:52:59 GMT -8
Evil, Terrible Things To Come The boy's attention was drawn toward the kitchen doorway, with promises of food. Without the nicotine, the boy would probably be salivating with a large, stupid upturned grin on his face. As it was, his face was rather calm, looking at it. Other thoughts came to mind---he would probably eat here tonight. But he would not be a simple leech---he actually had plans. Still, the boy himself wasn't sure when his eye would adjust to this lack of light, so he looked over to Vespyr...
---To see an incredibly devious looking grin staring back at him, glowing violet eyes staring at him from the midst of the darkness. What was she trying to say to him?
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...The boy... smiled. He said nothing, from his crouched over position, his face strangely unreadable.
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He stood up and walked towards her, approaching that evil, menacing smile, his own kindly smile still on his face.
"...Do you have a towel? I'm going to make myself hygienic."
Finally, after what felt like eons for the boy's consideration, a distant, nostalgic look entered his eye.
"I think she would appreciate that."
...Just a little promise to her for himself, so that if she ever saw him again... she would know he was doing alright.
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 25, 2012 17:20:05 GMT -8
“Hmm.”
Vespyr made no inquiring remarks on the boy’s curious statement, but kept it in the back of her mind—on that shelf where she had been stashing Tuvlan’s utterances for later investigation and possible exploiting. Merely nodding, she would disappear into the hall for a moment and then return with a folded towel from the bathroom.
“Unfortunately this used to be a restaurant, not a hotel... there are no showers, but the sink in the kitchen is almost like a bath tub.”
Her curious gaze fixed itself on the boy as she handed him the towel, giving a once-over, seemingly for the first time: his clothes, rather worn and dirty; his skin, caked with dirt and flecks of blood; his hair, unwashed and messy; his eye… held an unprecedented glimmer of emotion in it that intrigued her.
If nothing else, she noted this detail especially. She turned her shoulder back in the direction of her room, but her stare never wavered.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 25, 2012 17:33:34 GMT -8
Just A Few More Questions The boy smiled. A tub was fine too, after all... anything was fine. It was not a matter of quality to him but whether or not the required action he needed of himself could be done or no. He turned to his right to look at the "tub"... and immediately began to wonder if Vespyr, like other lady folk was overly concerned with her privacy. In his years of wandering, the boy had found that every single time he wandered into the female restroom he would punished severely in some way shape or form. Waltzing into the male's restroom, was less so... but still had a high chance of him receiving some form of rebuke from some higher power (though this was typically because of his mannerisms upon entering the restroom).
The strange emotion had left his eye in favor of his jovial, but calmer smile, a few last thoughts in mind.
"Secret place... Remind me, when is it safe to leave?" he would say, calling out after to her as she came back with the towel in hand. The boy would gratefully grab onto it with a nod.
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 25, 2012 17:45:30 GMT -8
Vespyr keyed the lock on her door again, still without breaking her gaze.
“Nighttime is best. Anytime is fine, as long as you’re careful. Just don't draw too much attention to yourself, I suppose, and you should be fine.”
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 25, 2012 17:47:21 GMT -8
Recognition of Exhaustion Nighttime.
The boy began to realize that his new sleeping quarters were all the more in preparation for the new world he would be inhabiting. It almost made him sad... Inadvertently, he was saying goodbye to the world of sunlight by staying with her. But it made sense... since Warmth alone could not sustain him.
Folding the towel neatly with his otherwise dirty hands, the boy would put it to rest on his mattress. He had not realized it in the excitement of the day, but the intake of information over the short course of time had finally worn down on the boy. He would puff his cigarette, delighted in the wealth of the excess and the calm that it gave the boy. But he stood up to face her one more time, trying to hold himself up before sleep stole him away. He stared at her, one more time, communicating his "plans."
"...I'll sleep now, leave tonight, come back tommorow night."
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 25, 2012 23:23:25 GMT -8
His Presence, Her Mind
“Whatever works for you, dear Tuvlan.~”
Grinning insidiously, eyes glowering with intensity at the deep darkness before them, Vespyr was already melting away into her room as she spoke her final words to the boy. What sparse candlelight still clung to her thin figure fell away weakly as she passed through the doorframe and was engulfed in black shadows. The door seemed to shut on its own. Its lock emitted a faint click. Nothing left now but the small hand-drawn window, which stared opaquely at Tuvlan in the dead silence.
On the hidden side of the door was another world; a distant universe, inhabited by a single mind. Vespyr’s narrow back was no more than a foot from the door, but she was already an immeasurable distance away, surrounded by equally unfathomable nothingness. She might have been standing at the very bottom of the deepest abyss in the ocean, or in the most abysmal cavern deep in the Earth’s core. No, she was at the furthest point in formless space from the Earth that could possibly have existed. Sucked into a blackhole.
The girl sucked pensively on her bottom lip, her grin fading. Doubts and aggravations came flooding at her like ghosts through the darkness and her pensiveness very quickly turned to discomfort. Bringing the boy here… disturbing the sanctity of her home… the thrill of her nefarious ideas regarding the boy was hardly enough to nullify the torment of blasphemy. But her ideas, her so-called ‘plans’, had yet to be fully fleshed out. Vespyr relied on this fact to put her mind at ease for the present moment, to keep from condemning her decision right away. Tuvlan, Tuvlan, Tuvlan… she almost forced herself to keep on grinning that wicked grin.
There was, however, one disquieting detail that she could not evade. She realized this when she realized—suddenly, as if a blindfold had been pulled from her eyes—that she was standing in her room. She was within walls. The darkness was anything but boundless—there was only a finite quantity of it! Try as she might, Vespyr could not loose her grip on these facts. She could not find again the depth of the ocean her mind had plumbed only moments before. She was in no subterranean grotto. She was not far from the Earth, savoring the solitude of the furthest regions of space. She was far away from those regions. She was not alone. The doors of her sanctuary, closed. Tuvlan—the undeniable presence of the boy outside her door—kept her barred from it.
It was a most uncomfortable feeling, this sudden lack of isolation.
Vespyr scowled and moved forward into her room, past her desk, over toward her bed without the use of her eyes, though they were open and narrowed bitterly, blinking darkness. She sat down on the edge of her bed and spent a long while plotting there.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 26, 2012 22:14:50 GMT -8
The boy turned his head up and down in acknowledgement, but by then Vespyr was already melding back into the shadows. She had left the boy to tend to his plans. For a moment, there was a look of uncertainty that crossed the boy's face... but it faded back into his smile. He had a home now. And she... "trusted" him with the secrecy of this home.
It was a bit overwhelming for the boy.
With nothing else to occupy him, the boy backed up until he sat down onto his "territory." His eye lid fluttered open and closed as he delegated the responsibilities of his hygiene for the next day. As though afraid, the boy kept his right hand's forefingers at his mouth, quietly smoking away, holding onto it as though afraid the cigarette would disappear suddenly. It had only begun to hit him of the actual changes of his circumstances, the drastic change in his lifestyle. Here, he would not have to worry about playtime. And here, he could leave, for days at a time and come back to, knowing he would have a place to rest at.
Sleeping in the nurses office. Sleeping on the benches with crumpled up newspapers inside his shirt. Getting into fights with students and hobos because he couldn't get them to talk to him normally. Stealing food from students he beat up. Getting yelled at for not going these "classes" that the government had apparently mandated for him... but never really explained (at least when he gained awareness).
The hell time in the orphanage. The times where he was constantly belittled and didn't even understand it. The times he was cussed out... and he could understand it. But the boy did not dwell on it. There was no point to it aside from figuring out how he ended up as how he was... and that was meaningless to him versus the here and now.
Staring at the smoke escaping from his cigarette, he watched as it slowly burned away, careful to gather the ashes up afterward into a small pile, before pushing it off to the side, next to his box. Laying down onto the cold floor, the boy would slowly turn onto his side, using his hands and elbow as a pillow, his legs curling to his side... much like a cat. His eye fluttered open and closed for a final time...
"Kukukuku... nice... thing... g..."
Fatigue caught up to the boy's whole body. He could not resist any further. So sleep took him its gentle arms, whispering quiet lullabies into his tired ears. For the time, sleep rocked him and whispered its songs. Songs, at least for the moment, of peace and home at last.
...At last...
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