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Post by M.A.P. on Jan 5, 2008 16:42:20 GMT -8
She stood alone, a new habit for her. With her dear Honcho locked away in the bedroom her employer had been so kind as to supply, she had begun to wander about without his company...though she still cared greatly for him. People...real people needed to be alone sometimes- but it was a growing trend for her to be alone constantly. And in truth- though she was disconnected, she had begun to truly feel it- to feel lonely and sad.
She stood alone in an abandoned junction between an ally and a park. Eyes unfocused and body trembling. Her shoulder...her number burned with an agony today- a memory was coming but she had no shelter, no control...she could see the white void begin to fill in but- she shook her head..shaking away the sight of Talbot. The facility. The scent of blood and death. The screams of others like herself...the untrained or new. Putting her hands over her ears she closed her eyes. Back off. Back off. I need time. I need time. I need a place to hide. A voice to listen to. I need....I need....I need someone to help.
Her mind raced with images, faces, smells and...then silence. Her hands dropped to her sides, daringly she took a breath and fire consumed her entire body. Setting hard onto her knees...quietly glad for the remoteness of this place, she watched as darkness infected the light around her, wrapping steel and hatred around her, forcing shock and lightning through her veins. She screamed- a visible gash jaggedly appearing across her cheek- tearing open still healing wounds from before, and piercing though her legs and forcing a scream from crushed lungs and voiceless throat.
Hugging herself she watched, paralyzed from not fear- but pure terror, which to any others eyes did not exist. Hands flew up to defend as the shaking form was kicked back- as her muscles failed to flex to move back herself. An inner fight- another lesson. His icy tone ringing in her ears, "Now, now, My Sweet. Don't you wish to defend yourself? After all this judges as to whether or not the guards get you or that lovely young blond tonight. Come now! Attack!"
How...could she..she was chained, trapped, caged...it was unfair the odds impossible but still- muscles flexed and quick as a whip she was up- and back down, bent and slammed back onto the already blood stained floors. Shaking her head, sptting a mouthful of blood- came another hit before she could move but seeming uneffected she stood, stumbled and charged- slamming herself full on into the unseen enemy who fell and lay still.
"The winner. Take 11129 to the 'play pen'. 05371 has the evening to...heal."
She sat, shaking, wiping the blood from her mouth, wounds still visible but no attacker being so. How to explain the manifestation of wounds without an attacker or a lust for self hatred...? She would stay here...wait for someone...or at least the white walls to fade back into the field and alleyway in which she had started in.
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Post by Megalomaniac on Jan 5, 2008 19:13:19 GMT -8
Insecurity..
The meaning of which came like black dawn to most. He embraced it. The sounds of the fighting. The jeers of others. The mighty taunts of giant men about to pounce on their next prey...
..It made him sick..
Mars shuddered at the fact that THIS was city night entertainment..muggings..drunkenness..foolish rape sessions and so on and so forth. The fact that HE was the one that had to be there..
Mars stalked the streets at night..The once thought assassin was now still lonely. The mugging inside the conveince store being his only action for the night..Seems as though Mars didn't sleep at all..The face of a young man behind this non-marked. Non-brazen mask of a joker's face.
Of course, Mars had suffered wounds from the holdup earlier..The Criminal put up a decent fight and got a good slice on Mars' arm. The owner let Mars take anything he wanted..He took a few cans of pop, A bottle of water and a loaf of bread for his takings as well as some peanut butter.
Blood trickled down from his black buckled leather coat as he wandered down the street now riddled with sirens and shouting..Dogs barking.
He continued his walk..Passing by one subject..The sense of fear..
He stopped at first sense as he walked behind her.
"You.." He said quietly.
He turned towards this figure.
"..You're alone..In thought.."
Mars was keen. He knew the smell of fear from the number of "others" he'd disposed of.
He approached the figure slowly, his shoes clapping the pavement.
"..Might I be of assistance..?"
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Post by M.A.P. on Jan 5, 2008 21:01:34 GMT -8
Her eyes opened and closed, opened and closed- but could not focus. She heard the voices, the screams the loss...the loathing and the past shame and trembling lives.
She coughed a mouthful of blood onto the ground, shakily standing in the presence of a new form. A new voice and an unfamiliar sound...who spoke to her? Who was...who had seen her, how was his form faded...without color all was a great gray blob...shapeless and unfamiliar. His tone...was so...pleasant...something so different. Somthing not...of Talbot's breed.
She shook her head no, she didn't need help...she needed...needed...she didn't know...couldn't remember..."I...I do not know if one could be of...assistance..." Blood stained her clothing, body trembling and shaking as though a long battle had been fought.
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Post by Megalomaniac on Jan 6, 2008 9:06:07 GMT -8
He watched as the figure shook and shivered at the ground. He felt sorry for this person..Whoever it was..
Then..He heard the figure speak..
It had..A girlish tone to her. Mars suspected that it was a girl..On closer inspection however..Beyond the small slits of his mask. He could see into her soul..It was almost gone..Shaken..Badly damaged..She was one struggler..And a fighter to boot..
He hissed to himself at her reply to his offer..
And held out the bottle of water he'd gained earlier to her.
"..Hiss..Here..That's a load of nonesense what you just spoke..
...I can see it...
..Smell it..
The pain that is your soul.."
Mars approached the female slowly as not to startle her..He wanted to help this person.. He knelt down next to her and opened the bottle of water slowly..
"...Drink...It's water.."
Assassin by day..
..And God's hand by night..
..What a personality..
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Post by M.A.P. on Jan 6, 2008 16:26:25 GMT -8
Midnight to violets...the pulsing color of dormant iris glimmered and settled. That voice cut farther through...but was soon swallowed by the blinding lights..the smell of death, the breath of hatred- trapped again..was there more to be seen..?
Seeing the gray mass approach..calling her words 'nonsence' she took a step away- finding enough energy to pool for defense sake. Leaning back, overbalancing- jagged nails scraping against the wall as she fell to her knees. Giving the cautious being reason to kneel..holding out..
"...Drink...it's water.."
Raven locks moved left to right- a reply of no, her hand held up as if to deflect the item. Take nothing from those unknown- after all. Look how well that worked for Eve. Talbot cackled in her mind..but he never did elaborate on who 'Eve' was. An earthquake beneath the flesh- she simply watched him- speaking the name of her employer..in hopes of a return to her quarters.
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Post by Megalomaniac on Jan 7, 2008 8:51:26 GMT -8
Feeling rejected Mars put the bottle of water down next to her. He felt bad. The mask tingled over his face. He could feel her fear..It was a sixth sense to him..
"...Why are you here..?"
Mars put his belongings down..The prizes he'd won for getting hurt and assassinating another...He knelt down next to her and looked at her eyes closely..
"..You can't see me..Can you..?
Her eyes looked..Almost lifeless..Like it was as if she was blind..Mars didn't know what to say..He only knew how to be blunt.
"..You want to go home..Don't you..?"
His arm stung..
Blood still trickled..
Death hung heavily over Mars' head..
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Post by M.A.P. on Jan 8, 2008 15:48:21 GMT -8
Slowly she realized the lack of shape and detail to him...was because of a mask..violet's studied the darkness around this..person. He had set things down...groceries for a bachelor..was her only assumption. He asked many things...why...are you...and the word that meant the most to her...home. In truth she had never had a home...she had houses, places to live...places to clean...to help maintain...'home' was something she had yet to obtain.
"...Unfettered will be wondering why I have not returned.."
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Post by Megalomaniac on Jan 8, 2008 16:40:57 GMT -8
It was pitch dark.
Mars watched the girl carefully as though she was deep in thought. It struck him as a position as though he may be thought some kind of rapist or attacker. This wasn't what Mars wanted.
However..
He did feel bad for this girl.
She continued not to answer his questions. It seemed like a long pause between them as the stiff air of industry wiped by. Mars was used to this however. His mask twitched as the breath echoed among them.
"...Unfettered will be wondering why I have not returned.."
"..Who?"
What was this "Unfettered" she spoke of?
A boyfriend?
A father?
A friend?
Mars was curious about this girl.
She was telling him random things off the bat.
How odd..
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Post by M.A.P. on Jan 8, 2008 21:13:30 GMT -8
Slowly she forced herself back to her feet. She had to get up...had to move...maybe he would help her...if he had that mindframe. His mask confused her a bit. A faceless helper...odd.
"I work at a resteraunt."
She watched him for a long moment, even standing..he appeared to be a great gray form...she missed the color that had once infected her world- this unending grayness was...draining and tiring.
"Unfettered is my employer.."
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Post by Megalomaniac on Jan 9, 2008 9:05:10 GMT -8
Mars was confused.
"...Hiss...So let me get this straight..
..He's your employer...Are you supposed to be working now?"
Nonetheless..Mars shook his head. He stood back up and faced the girl. He picked up his things in the bag and pocketed them inside his large buckled coat. The mask tingled. He then decided to move along with himself.
"..So..Nonetheless..It's pretty late for someone to be out like this..
..I'll walk you where you need to go..If you're going anywhere that is..
Is that alright with you..?"
He placed a hand on his mask..And looked around..He looked downward. Then he pocketed his hands waiting for a reply.
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Post by M.A.P. on Jan 12, 2008 10:45:30 GMT -8
She bowed her head and lifted it, a nod as of yes, she leaned against the wall, thinking- considering what was the offer. This being who hissed as he spoke, who was faceless due to a facial covering. Who had been as kind enough to bother to stop and talk to a fallen being.
"I'm not working tonight...but he locks the doors at a specific hour."
He had agreed to take her home, but what little strength she had..she had to focus completely on walking..at the risk of forgetting everything. Shakily walking from the wall. She wrapped her arms around herself, keeping herself still. Each footstep was a lead weight.
"...why do you wear a mask?"
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Post by Megalomaniac on Jan 13, 2008 12:13:14 GMT -8
He watched as she got up..Slowly but surely, It looked like she didn't have much energy left within her..Poor thing..
"I'm not working tonight...but he locks the doors at a specific hour."
He nodded his head in response..
"..I see..What time does he lock the doors..?"
He watched as tried to walk..Like a frail piece of china..She looked like she was about to fall..
"...why do you wear a mask?"
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"..That..Can be saved for later..Hiss..For now though.."
He moved slowly to her and grabbed her shoulder.
"..Will you allow me to carry you on my back..?..It is unhealthy for you to be walking now.."
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Post by M.A.P. on Jan 17, 2008 11:38:08 GMT -8
Quiet as for the time...she looked around and sighed, "Soon. I do not remember the exact hour...as I am usually in by now- I doubt he will worry as he has his own affairs to attend to."
He was...odd...seemingly kind but the mask which hid his face made her uneasy- a masked face, a hidden intention usually associated. Entire body shaking like a leaf in the wind, it was not hard to notice her lack of proper energy. But the moment the question of carrying her passed through his lips and the cloth which covered them- a...bit of fire rose in her mind. One she was not used to or familiar with.
She paused, looked over her shoulder at him, dark violets shimmering visibly in the dimming lights of the world ....with a blind arrogance in her tone, "I will carry my own weight. I do not require assistance from one who is wounded."
Then as if it hadn't been said, she faced away and continued to walk. The lead in her feet was slowly becoming steel...but that was alright..she could make it.
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Post by Megalomaniac on Jan 18, 2008 6:16:03 GMT -8
He watched her..
Silently..
As the mask over his face depicting the joker still smiled at her.
He still watched as she wanted to steel herself..The wound in his side still burning..It didn't hurt..but it burned with some searing passion.
"Soon. I do not remember the exact hour...as I am usually in by now- I doubt he will worry as he has his own affairs to attend to." She said in response to his question about when the doors closed.
"Hiss..I see..
..But that is not an employer..That sounds like someone who only cares about beliefs other than people..
..I don't think I like him that much.."
...A hand raised under his chin..
And then..
"I will carry my own weight. I do not require assistance from one who is wounded."
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"Wounded..?..
I'm not wounded..As badly as you would think..But if you insist..
He pocketed his hands once more and began to walk with the female next to him.
...As studded lights passed by the city streets it had been about 5 minutes of walking..Nothing was said..Until Mars perked up..
"Hiss..
..What's your name..?"
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Post by M.A.P. on Jan 24, 2008 10:42:19 GMT -8
She side glanced him, her destination set- only a few blocks and she'd be home...with Honcho waiting to at least be let out. Poor Honcho..living with Mr Unfettered was very different than living with Mr Sky..and Miss Reia had been- for example, Honcho couldn't roam the residence as he pleased...she needed to figure out an exercise regiment for her furry little friend before he got fat.
Never mind that now..
"...what's your name?
She gave careful consideration, the silence had been comfortable...as she had been lost in thought..though everyone has a different definition of comfortable. She had learned to express caution but seldom used the restraint, "I am M.A.P."
Focusing ahead..she could make out the edge of the street they needed to be on..."And yours?"
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