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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 0:40:31 GMT -8
Bastille sat quietly in the ruins of a church. It was a small little building, comprised mostly of wood- and it was empty. It was quiet. The alter was ruined, but the large cross at the front of the room remained standing. Standing open was the door to the chapel itself and there in the first rows of pews sat the crimson hued girl. Fingers crushed tightly together in front of her face as her remained pristinely calm, eyes open- staring at nothing.
If one entered, they'd notice the incalculable number of newly made gashes into the various wood fixtures in the room- to everything almost, except the cross. This cross to which Bastille now had her head bowed, lost deeply in thought.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 13, 2013 1:44:26 GMT -8
OOC: Hope you don't mind my posting :3
Mitsuki wasn't the most religious girl out there, but she was raised a Christian and, traditionally, went to church with her parents every Sunday..hence, the reason why she entered the church quietly, the door - or what was left of it - opening and closing with a quiet click.
It may not have been Sunday, but she realized she hadn't gone to a church since arriving in California. She wasn't sure how it was here, but in Chicago, it was an unspoken agreement that churches, temples and the like were places of 'peace' - a place where combat did not 'exist'. But Chicago was also very different than Cali.
Her eyes landed on the harsh markings against the wood. Everything was disturbed except for the cross up front...which was when she noticed she wasn't completely alone.
She sat in one of the mangled pews, two rows away from the girl. Mitsuki didn't want to interrupt whatever thought this girl was carrying, so she remained silent...for now.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 21:24:10 GMT -8
Bastille noticed the girl but paid really no mind on her until it came to her attention that the girl was waiting for her to mind- or, at least that was the way it seemed. Bastille didn't lift her head but instead spoke out into the silence.
"Come here often?"
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 13, 2013 22:38:09 GMT -8
"No, not often."
Not in this building, anyway. Church...maybe. At one point in time.
"You?"
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Post by Mako on Mar 14, 2013 12:14:24 GMT -8
Mako saw the church from a decent distance away, it made him sick to look at it next to everything else. Where was god now? he took the people he wanted and left the rest of us to die at barker's hands, no this building was a disgrace and needed to be demolished. But hell, he figured he might as well walk in and see what it looked like first.
When he walked in he noticed the two girls talking and he stood there awkwards for a second before sitting in the very last pew on the right hand side, His eyes would be fixed on the cross, and only the cross.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 12:11:21 GMT -8
"No." Bastille murmured. Although she too had ritually attended church at one point in her life, and compared to the cathedral in Toledo...no church really brightened her spirits at that point. She stood and turned to look at two people. When the other entered she'd been thinking about her answer.
"Ah, Mass....I thought it was only confession"
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 16, 2013 19:45:42 GMT -8
Her body would half turn to look at the newcomer who chose to isolate himself. She would turn back to the girl. Confession? Heh- Mitsuki had never done that before. The differences between Catholicism and Christianity. Meh.
"What brought you here?"
Genuine curiosity. The fresh markings on the wood...if it wasn't from her, then who? Or what?
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Post by Mako on Mar 18, 2013 21:23:01 GMT -8
Mako stood up and made his way over to the cross staring at how it kept it's rugged form. He reached out a hand to touch the right side, and as his fingers made contact the cross' right stem would break off and crumble to dust as it hit the ground.
"A broken symbol.." He muttered. he no longer felt the need to droy something that was already obviously broken. He began to make his way for the back entrance.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 20, 2013 0:37:24 GMT -8
Bastille watched him with curiosity.
"no purpose?" She asked quizzically of them both.
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