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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 23, 2010 6:19:58 GMT -8
Many nights would sometimes pass with very little sleep for "Unfettered," which made very little sense to him, as he came home from part-time job. Simple, small, and accommodating was what it was. The doorway led right into the living room, which was a small ocean of clean white carpet. After taking off his shoes and putting them on the small rack, directly to the left of the door way, the German looked to the empty kitchen, fit with an oven, a toaster oven, a stove, vent, a microwave, about sixteen different cabinets lining the top and bottom total, and a beige counter made of wood to top it all off.
Again, the German found no need to cook tonight. He did, however, proceed to go in anyways. Going to the third cabinet down from the stove's vent, "Unfettered" picked out a small, plastic bag of cashews. Staring at it blankly, he'd open it up with the proper squeezing of his left thumb, while his right hand dug in unceremoniously to pick a handful of... five? Seven?... all at once and shove them into his mouth.
Three cups of water.
Mouth wash.
Floss.
Mouth wash.
Brush.
Floss.
Mouth wash.
Brush.
Spit.
Spit.
Spit.
W 4th St. crossroads Pacific Avenue... Not exactly fun, but the German had gotten used to the wailing of car horns. A small TV with an antenna sat pathetically on a wooden stool, perpetually off. Three bags of plastic bottles and cans sat in the corner of the room, tied up nicely, waiting to be recycled for ten to fifteen cents each. There was a nice, comfortable, full sized bed with white sheets, white covers, and two pillows waiting for him upstairs, next to the bathroom. The bathroom itself he had just exited half-naked with only boxers on was fit in with a shower/tub, a sink built into the wall with a mirror, and a recently bought and still unused washer and dryer.
Almost instinctively, "Unfettered" opted for the downstairs couch. Pulling the curtains down and closing the shutters were routine. Upstairs and downstairs windows were locked. Door was bolted. Unceremoniously, again, he threw himself onto the couch, face down.
No covers, no pillows, just the armrests and his own arms were enough. There was little point in looking around, as "Unfettered" had not put up any decorations, any pictures into the entire room. Maybe a few books or newspapers littered the very corners, but the apartment itself was very clean, very neat, very kept place. Perfect for a person who wanted to reveal absolutely nothing about himself aside from his own extremist spartan lifestyle. And for a moment, while trying to bury his face deeper into the freshly cleaned, really comfortable sofa cushions... no sleep would come to him.
No sleep...---* * * * * * * * * * * * * The Kiel Military Cadet Academy was a sham unto itself. Rather, everyone understood that it was a place for only the most troubled Deutsch boys and girls to go... or the most disciplined, machine-like to stomp all over everyone else. Deutsch military Enforcers roamed about with stony looks at the children. Training was grueling, the classes were worse, and "P.E." was everyone's first taste of hell on Earth. K.M.C.A. was a prison with its own dark secrets.
Yes. Everyone knew. The portraits that hung around... the "extra flags" that they "saluted" to... Everyone knew. Nothing could or would change for the next twelve years of school as every single grade was accommodated for. Day after day after day of the same indoctrination... except for today.
Today, Jonathan was set to change his fortune. He knew this much, the moment he had read the poster on the bulletin. K.M.C.A. was performing its annual act of kindness. A foreign exchange program with The U.S. had begun. K.M.C.A. was notorious for absolutely "loving" the U.S. boys and girls they could their hands on, keeping them in class for extended periods of times, running them through to the labs... sometimes even making house calls to their dorm rooms. Especially twins.
The McKenzie twins had it the worst out of the whole lot.
The little Deutsch was walking on his way to the Supervisor's office, in his tidiest uniform. Empty eyes peered out from his glasses as he felt a sickeningly... familiar... twinge emanating from the Supervisor's main room.
Grandpa was there.
Involuntarily, Jon swallowed, his arms rattling at his sides.---And then a calm coolness came as the shuddering stopped. A relaxed look and feel came over Jonathan as lucidity took over. His breathing was perfectly calm. After all, the hallway was ever so curiously long, with rows and rows of bare, wooden benches as if so many people would line themselves to see the Supervisor, the---
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Quietly turning his head, Jonathan looked over, startled."Wer ist da?" [Who's there?]
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Post by Lady Köhler. on Jul 25, 2010 17:41:01 GMT -8
-The man who created this soon to be monster.
A monster that took the form of an innocent little girl. Today this girl visited her father’s school, along with her bodyguard. A bodyguard that would get shot for losing sight of her in 5 minutes. Lilith was a rather agile and bright child. She was also impatient as she wanted to see her father immediately since she wanted to discuss something of great importance.
Once she climbed through a window she wiped some dirt of her dress and removed some twigs from her hair. Lilith knew her father’s office was just around the corner, just past a gate.
She opened the gate and to her surprise she saw a young boy-who was around her age standing in front of the door that lead to Satans lair.He looked kinda startled, well…everyone would be surprised to see a young girl at an all boys academy but this wasn't just an ordinary girl. If he looked closely he could see the resemblance: her icy eyes, her fair complexion,her cheek bones ..yes..
It was clearly the daughter of the Supervisor.
He should be able to recognize her as she often sat next to her father during his boring lecturesmotivational speeches .She always sat there with a doll like expression on her face, her icy eyes just staring at the students. She knew what they went through but didn't feel sorry for them, it was their own fault for being weak and submissive. Luckily for her she never went through the same treatment, that's one of the pro's when you’re a relative of the Supervisor. But despite being his daughter, she didn't think the same like her father, in her opinion there was a flaw with his constant Nazism. Flaws that should not exist in the mentality and teachings of The Kiel Military Cadet Academy nor the world.So there was something wrong in the system and she had to correct it.What it was, had yet to be discovered but she'd figure it out a year later.
But now she was fixated on this white-haired boy.She calmly made her way to the student and addressed the student with a stern voice..
"Do you have authorization to be here?”
[ooc: It's crap but after 2 nights of being a party animal, this is the best I can come up with,]
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 31, 2010 3:29:08 GMT -8
OOC: For any readers who haven't caught on already, all conversations are in German unless specified otherwise. Also, editing on behalf of the name change. Sorry if it's a bit short, hoping to develop it on, soon.Lady Köhler The daughter of the man himself. From seconds of being startled, the boy went onto being completely and totally frozen. "Do you have authorization to be here?”...And nearly dying on the spot.
His first instinct was to stand rigidly still and stare off like a complete idiot. His first instinct, at any rate... for what it was worth. Just a rebelling someone in the depths of his subconscious. That alone made his initial instinct of no consequence.
For a moment, the boy paused and looked over the Supervisor's daughter before giving her bodyguard a one over as well. Five seconds passed. With a touch of caution, Jonathan straightened out his shoulders while standing at attention, hands at his side. Though it may have been rude, he had affirmed his initial suspicions."I come on the authorization of the transfer system, my Lady."Of course, this was complete and total B.S. So far as he knew, Jonathan had not paid attention to if there was a secretary he had passed by in one of the previous corridors, if he had to make an appointment, or what have you. Surviving at this school had been his primary goal up until now, he had not bothered with looking up on how to utilize the governing system itself for his own devices. For the fact of that matter, Jonathan was amongst many of his "comrades" that were afraid to even try to approach the Supervisor.
Still, it would do no good to get turned down here. Calmly mulling over his words with his "throw-away" line, he just as lucidly responded, staring at the dual flags that hung decorated on the wall behind her."...And what brings you here, Lady Köhler?"...A gamble.
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Post by Lady Köhler. on Aug 5, 2010 16:51:17 GMT -8
A gamble...something Lilith never took. She always analyzed the situation before she did anything. right now her light blue eyes scanned the boy from head to toe, analyzing his body language without moving an inch herself.Her facial expression remained like that of a doll, her skin was so white and flawless that it really looked like it was made out of porcelain. She didn't react when her body guard finally caught up.It took him long enough!He calmly stood behind her and and placed his arms behind his back , showing the end of a baton sticking out of in his pocket, it was strange to have a baton in your pocket while he could hang it from his belt...but there was a simple explanation for that..something the boy would find out a few seconds later.
The young girl narrowed her eyes when he spoke of authorization for the transfer system. So her father already started the program? interesting! However, she doubted this weak looking boy could handle a transfer to that disgusting place called the United states of America. He had to have something that was worth sending him away for-
"...And what brings you here, Lady Köhler?"
He wasn't weak.
no.
He was more than weak.
She hoped his answer wasn’t that something since it was a retarded question. It should be obvious to any primitive creature why she was here. A daughter at her father’s office? ..well even a monkey could to the math.
The young girl suddenly spun to the right, snatching the baton from her bodyguards pocket as she did a 360° turn. When she stood back on the exact place from where she spun, she would have her arm extended with the baton only a few mm away from his temple. This all happened in a flash.
Even though he was talking to a girl that was around his age, he was talking to a girl that practiced Kali Eskrima on a daily basis .While strains of her hair fell on her luminous face ,she calmly spoke to him yet there was a slight hiss in the tone of her voice, like a serpent waiting for the mouse to make a mistake, a mistake that would make her squeeze the life out of him like a boa constrictor..
"I'm here to remove little boys from the hallway that will otherwise waste the Supervisor’s time. Now, give me one good reason why I should let you see my father or even live for that matter…” A slight head tilt”..after asking such a stupid question."
She didn't display any emotion while holding the baton close to his temple, she merely stared at him with those piercing blue eyes. Normally you would think this was a bluff but she was the daughter of the supervisor, with ease she could make him disappear or better yet..put him on the ‘house call list’. Lilith did that to a boy that bumped into her during one of her strolls. She enjoyed hearing him scream that night. That's what you get for making her waste 10 seconds of her precious time!
Yes, she always wanted to make it clear that she was on a different level than them and that she had control over their lives and fate. Oh yes ,she loves the feeling of control and power.
The same power she now had over him.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 19, 2010 19:33:50 GMT -8
OOC: I... hope this is alright with you. >_>;;; I initially misread your post, so... I decided to have Jonathan lean forward at an inappropriate time to make this post make sense. From what I'm reading, Lady K. was showing off her capabilities, but was not actually intending on hitting Jonathan, right?A Premature Desire A few millimeters from Jonathan's temple took to the side of his face as the boy leaned his head forward at the most inopportune time, a follow-up rebuttal in mind---
In what could only be perceived to be an instant, Lady Köhler spun around. The only thing that Jonathan noticed was the sickening cracking of a skull... his skull. Blinding pain as well as the momentum of the hit slammed the German into the side of the wall a few seconds after impact, his body summarily collapsing in a heap on the ground, his arms and legs shaking at the blow. Jon's eyes stared blankly ahead as tears had come out of their own accord from the shattering of his sense of balance in that instant, lips quivering uncontrollably.
Instant shock. Lady Köhler was very strong for her age and very well versed in her martial art."I'm here to remove little boys from the hallway that will otherwise waste the Supervisor’s time. Now, give me one good reason why I should let you see my father or even live for that matter… after asking such a stupid question."Only a few words managed to break through to the boy's conciousness, as he laid still, barely able to keep on breathing. Thoughts of the possibility of if he was going to just die here swam lightly across his mind.
Abruptly, Jonathan lurched forward and fell on the ground.
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...The boy's arms slowly began to crease as his elbows bent, blood dirtying the wall and floor from the gash on the side of his face. His eyes stared blankly, as he slowly crawled up from the ground, his face completely and totally emotionless from the sudden physical trauma.
Only just barely would Jonathan be able to stand up... before slowly turning his head Lady Köhler---
---The pupil of his eye flashed red for an instant---
Breathless was the boy who was still adjusting to the pain in the side of his head, the blow that nearly (perhaps accidentally) killed him. In a low, guttural wheeze, the boy's voice slowly disappeared..."To... get..."...And what could only be thought to be mouthed as...
...'Stronger.'
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Post by Lady Köhler. on Jun 1, 2011 15:44:53 GMT -8
He moved.That insolent monkey dared to move,thus spoiling her perfectly executed display of power. She only wanted to intimidate him but because of his incompetence she had now hit him. The fool!When she hit him she saw how the blood sprayed from his head and land on the wall in a beautiful bloodstain pattern. She saw him fall on the ground and lowered the baton. Was this weak boy planning to go to that disgusting country called The united States of America?He wouldn't last a day and from the looks of it..he wasn't going to last long either way.
While watching the boy struggle, she thought about her father's reaction. How should she explain this red mess to him? Her father was strict but rarely raised his hand against her, though a bloody mess and a dead student might end up in a few broken bones. Broken bones meant she would have to refrain from working out for a few weeks. Another waste of time.
Lilith waited for him to die..but he didn't. Somehow the monkey managed to stand up and utter a word that made her break her doll like expression. she tilted her head and the corners of her mouth curled up in a mocking grin.
"You want to get stronger?" She raised the baton again, lifting his chin up so that he could have eye contact with her. Lilith glared at him, the disgust clearly showing in her eyes.
"Why should we aid a mere peasant in his pathetic attempt to get stronger, while it's so obvious that he is not cut out for it. Just look at you."
She raised her chin and spoke with a condescending tone.
"This is not even a real fight and yet you stand here before me, an inch away from death.How could someone like you be of any use to us?!
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 3, 2011 13:11:35 GMT -8
Passive Defiance It was a pain just to remain standing and a monumental feat to be on his... feet at all, given his poorly refined physique. In fact, with Lady Köhler's baton floating under his chin, bringing him up to eye level, he had to take a moment not to just collapse on the small thing, hoping it could keep him up."You want to get stronger?"There was something about the way she glared at him. That sickening tone. Those eyes."Why should we aid a mere peasant in his pathetic attempt to get stronger, while it's so obvious that he is not cut out for it. Just look at you."...He hated and loved it at the same time. The boy was young, weak, but his mind..."This is not even a real fight and yet you stand here before me, an inch away from death.How could someone like you be of any use to us?!"...P-Precisely."Oh, he was grinning, alright. Her argument was flawed from the get go."Throw me away to America. Take a strong one, keep him, run your lab tests on him."Everyone knew about the tests. No one dared to whisper it, though. Again, a gamble. His eyes narrowed, his eyes... red..."Or kill me. Either or, there is nothing to be lost..."
"...My Lady."Daring her.
...Daring her?
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