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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 5, 2009 23:11:01 GMT -8
Bastille was typing away at the computer keys quickly and powerfully. It sounded like each beat on a key would break it. Finally she stopped, flexed her fingers, then kept up again. She was leaning back in her chair staring intently at the word document. Again her typing grew harder and harder and she stopped again this time to rub her temple. Her head hurt, her eyes burned. She leaned back fully in the chair and let out a sigh. Would she ever escape the throbbing.
She looked at the screen…symbols…it was all rambling…nothing of importance. She set her head down on the desk space beside the keyboard and grumbled incoherently. Finally she turned back to the keyboard, suddenly blood began to pour from its cracks. The screen turned fuzzy, typing for itself. Bastille was shocked, so shocked at first she jumped up and out of her seat at the ready…however she lowered guard when she realized everything she was seeing was a hallucination. Again….
Her stomach was empty. Dry heaving was better then barfing everything that came up. Bastille was becoming a bulimic, and not because she thought herself fat. She sat back down and concentrated on the screen. She watched the hallucination play out, doing little to react to it.
“fuck…”
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 5, 2009 23:31:37 GMT -8
It had been certainly a long enough day in class however Gabriel had something similar to three projects due by next week, he figured a good hour in the computer lab would solve his problems. Turnign the corner he arrived just in time to catch Bastille heaving.
"Fuck..."
Gabriel would approach slowly almost as though there was a fear of it catching. His hand woul rest at her back calmly without intent of harm.
"Bastille, are you alright?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 5, 2009 23:38:56 GMT -8
Bastille snapped out of it. Her eyes widened then closed slowly. The illusion was gone. She turned over her shoulder to look at him. She couldn’t let him know…she could never let him know. Not him, not Blaze, not Victor or Emily or even gramps. Her mind began to tingle if that was even possible.
“Yah…it’s just this report…guess that’s why I’m still in high school…” She said trying to catch and calm her breathe. She would have to find a better excuse for the sweat on her brow. She got out of her seat and offered her computer.
“If you need it, im giving up on it….im already logged in so…”
Bastille looked back at the screen. Her eyes narrowed and she swiftly pressed her finger down on the backspace key which in turn, deleted the last three lines; Kill, kill kill kill kill blood, kill, power, kill, disorder….kill kill blood. Repeated some fifty times. Bastille turned back to Gabriel with a weary smirk, trying to distract him from her finger deleting lines of insanity.
“So how’s it being the most power man on campus?” Because she totally wanted to know that.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 5, 2009 23:51:57 GMT -8
Gabriel didn't buy her reaction for one second. The faded look in her eyes or the dreary expression nothing like the old Bastille he'd known always ready to retort with some violent comment or degrading statment.
"Bullshit..." Gabriel would say in a low breath.
He began tailing onto each of her words. 'Most Powerful man in school?' Close but certainly not quite yet. Gabriel would rank Leon as the strongest closely by David but he ranked a good second amongst current students. He forged a plastered smile.
"I'd say it has it's perks, now what's up with you?"
Gabriel's mind flitted with a billion questions, where had she been, and what was going on with her. All for a later time.
"Never mind... You just don't look well.."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 5, 2009 23:57:18 GMT -8
“I haven’t been Gabriel…”
Bastille let her eyes turn over her shoulder to gaze at the screen.
‘madness is contagious….’ That’s what it read. Bastille closed her eyes for a long moment then turned back to him with a smirk.
“But I’d rather not look on it right now, I respect you Gabriel, but with that I think you know that I will pull through…eventually..”
Her finger began to press the delete key again this time she just held it down until all the text was erased. All 23 pages of it. Her crimson eyes focused on him and she knew he saw right through it. Bullshit, he’d called it on her. He was right, but that didn’t mean Bastille would be telling him much aside from affirming his suspicions.
“I’ve been…dealing with old problems. They never seem to leave do they?”
Bastille said looking hm straight I the eye, though her eyes went in an out of focus frequently.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 6, 2009 0:05:22 GMT -8
Gabriel would then chuckle lightly his new set of Crimson eyes matching her's.
"No they never seem to..." Gabriel said embarrassed turning his gaze away now focusing onto the floor.
They'd been through alot together, the pair. First with the Militia and fighting for the students freedom from the Correctional facility, then there would be the battle against the Reapers. Certainly the most imfamous of the triage would have been Ground Zero. Bastille saved his life, it seemed only right he could do the same.
"Thats why I'm still here, to help if you need a hand to pull through..." Gabriel extended a hand for help, "Will you let me in Bastille?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 14:36:55 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow at his hand skeptically. For a moment she considered it. Suddenly she let her mind slip. It would be smart to trust him. Letting other know was the seconds step after acknowledging you had a problem. Bastille however couldn’t skip step one…at least that was what her mind hissed at her. Like a snake in her ear she said the worlds it told her too. Though fortunately they weren’t far from her normal character.
“What? Making alliances with the British…I don’t know about this Frenchie…what I’ve got is contagious….” She soothed out like honey. Her own mind wanted to turn around and slam the damn snake into the wall, if only it where real. She chuckled a bit and shook her head. She let her eyes raise to look at his. She stopped suddenly, the air once again feeling comical.
“What are those?” she said glaring at his eyes….She pouted. “Just because I saved your sorry ass doesn’t mean you can go DYING YOUR EYES MY COLOR! It’s my signature look…I didn’t even know you could dye eyes…” She said scrunching her nose in irritation.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 6, 2009 18:48:37 GMT -8
Gabriel found himself up in Bastille's face now though he wasn't intimidated in fact now he'd become the aggressor. The fiery pair of eyes glaring back at her with intensity as the crimson bulbs met in the center.
"I didn't choose this!" Gabriel found himself snarling at her, "It's a sid effect of my Qi..."
Gabriel's hand ran up to the colar at his neck remembering the calming effects it enduced when occurences like this arose. Taking a deep breath he backed off.
"Sorry, been going through a bit of chaos didn't mean to blow up.."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 19:06:56 GMT -8
"teehee, there is the old Gabe I know...seriously bud, this calming nature of yours...it's going to take some getting used to." She said in her heavy british accent. Sighing she shrugged.
"well i better get going..." she said quietly. Looking at his red eyes. This was indeed different. In a way she had grown ever fond of his green hues. red however...made it only clear their personalities did not differ much. Bastille sighed again and began to scratch her head as if trying to think of something to say.
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