Re: | ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ |

by **Komoda** 4/17/2010, 11:20 am

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When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I frowned, creasing my eyebrows. I couldn't at all remember where the bathroom was. Ms. McClinsey hadn't showed it to me yet. "Well, why don't we just go look for it before we go back to her?" I suggested with a shrug.

My classic sly grin should've slid across my face, I should've been plotting out ways to attack her in the seclusion of a bathroom; it was a lot easier to clean up, after all. But I knew I couldn't. I wrecked things big time so I'd just have to wait before I made a move once again. I'd have another taste of her blood soon... Whether that made me a monster or not.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Crystal Aura 4/17/2010, 11:39 am

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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep
And please pass me some memories

And when I fall you're underneath
1000 broken hearts, carried by 1000 broken wings

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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A smile dawned upon her face and features. “Thanks,” she retorted in a shaky voice. Her head was pounding and her pulse was racing. Her throat was scorching and her stomach felt as if a rugged knife was slowly twisting in it. Her pale hands had turbulent tremors rocking them at her sides. She clenched her hands into tight fists to get them to stop moving in an unsuccessful attempt.

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by **Komoda** 4/17/2010, 11:44 am

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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Hearing the quiver in her voice, I vaguely wondered if her pain had returned. But regardless, the priority here was to get her cleaned up before our hostess saw the evidence.

I began making my way down the winding hallway, turning my head to examine every door. I surely hoped we'd be able to find a bathroom soon, or at least a kitchen with water. If worse came to worst, I would just have to hide Bree in a room and ask Ms. McClinsey...

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Crystal Aura 4/17/2010, 12:13 pm

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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep
And please pass me some memories

And when I fall you're underneath
1000 broken hearts, carried by 1000 broken wings

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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Her mind, that always reflected intellect in all matters, felt as though it wasn’t hers to reign over, anymore. Like it was in a crucial state of possession. There was just a strange new occupancy in it, but it was like she had no idea of what was going on, in there. She didn’t know what she was thinking about, like her brain was detaching from her body. And not only that, but her essential nature. She halted to a stop, her legs buckling. She felt something deep inside of her wither. She willed her lips to move, willed the bubbles of air to become whispers on her tongue. But her voice wouldn’t come out. Her heart struggled and her legs were acting like empty rubber hoses. “Rocus...” she finally moaned. A sudden blackness of none-existence bloomed across her sight, and in what was left of it... She saw two deep-set, unfathomable eyes glimmering over a pale face. With the boy from her dream, coupled with the utter lifelessness of the odd phone call...
She felt like absolutely nothing in a dark world she did not belong to.

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by **Komoda** 4/18/2010, 7:32 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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Hearing her say my name, I turned around in confusion to see her on the ground. Again? I thought with aggravation. I wasn't exactly surprised that I was more annoyed than concerned for her, but the new compassionate side of me couldn't help but wince in disgust when hearing the nature of my thoughts. But this was who I truly was; I couldn't let anyone soften me up unless I wanted death. That didn't mean that I couldn't pretend for her sake, though...

"Bree!" I exclaimed in shock, bounding over to her. I knelt down beside her, tapping the side of her face gently, and then roughly. When there was still no response, I whispered, "Just hang in there, I'll be right back."

I had to get Ms. McClinsey. I could easily tell her that the blood was apart of what ever disease that she had that was causing these fainting spells... It wouldn't be very convincing, but she would surely die if I didn't get our hostess. There was no guarantee that she was experienced with anything medical, but anyone was better than I.

"Ms. McClinsey!" I called, the echoes of my voice bouncing against the hallway walls as I sped towards the room where I saw her last.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Crystal Aura 4/18/2010, 8:05 pm

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She was strolling along a hallway as she heard the sound of a familiar voice resonate from a neighbouring corridor. “Rocus...?” she breathed, speeding her pace towards the source of the voice. She wondered to herself why she suddenly felt so wired, and so tense...

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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep
And please pass me some memories

And when I fall you're underneath
1000 broken hearts, carried by 1000 broken wings

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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The next thing she saw were human skulls which loured from countless niches in towering walls. The walls were also scarred with the rudely carved names of a multitude of people...
“A captive who doomed his life to this place left no record of himself but these sad engravings wrought with his own bare hands...” the Fallen Angel whispered. “The names of other captives, but not his own...”
Bree was still coiled up against the cold ground, like she was still about to die. “How could this foolishness serve as a remembrance... If he hadn’t even carved his own name...?” she wondered in a weak and feeble voice.
“Don’t you get it, silly girl?” the Fallen Angel replied, “What we learn with pleasure, we never forget... Is there not the exact same deal with you humans?”
She tried to pull herself up into a kneeling position. Once she had, she saw that the angel was absolutely nowhere... But she kept on hearing his voice as clearly as a bell in her ear;
“Our completely Fallen heroes all deserve to be remembered, even after failing us...” he continued in a velvet voice, “The world has been abuzz with great rumours, lately, as the Fallen Angels were getting more and more outnumbered...”
Bree squinted through the darkness as her eyes refused to adjust, but she already knew there was no point searching for the origin of the honey-sweet voice. She flicked an insecure glance back up the walls, instead. “Rumours of what...? Outnumbered by who...?”

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by **Komoda** 4/18/2010, 8:39 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I followed the sound of Ms. McClinsey's footsteps, racing over to meet her. "It's Bree... This is the second time she's fainted since I took her back to her room to rest," I gasped. I considered adding that she was also bleeding so that it didn't seem like I was a liar, but if I acted like I didn't know about it... That way, I could avoid making up excuses. At this point, the only other thing I could do was pray that Bree wouldn't give away my secret. Of course that's not likely; I have her wrapped around my finger... An evil smile curved the corners of my lips.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Crystal Aura 4/18/2010, 8:47 pm

({ Sowwy! Just got back! I'm getting straight to working on ze reply! >,< })

by Crystal Aura 4/18/2010, 9:04 pm

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“Oh dear! Lead me directly to her, will you? I’ll try to see what’s wrong once and for all...” she responded in a consternated voice, her eyes widening abruptly. She felt as though her relaxed frame of mind was distorting slowly into a quite frightened state.

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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep
And please pass me some memories

And when I fall you're underneath
1000 broken hearts, carried by 1000 broken wings

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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“Rumours of the Fallen losing all of their chances of defeating the Immortals... Breaking faith with the Underworld and Heaven alike... Forced into places like this,”
Bree’s eyes wheeled around the dungeon. “Places like this?”
“A place where we cannot observe our loved ones through the stars, a place where we suffer...”
“What are you talking about?” she questioned, her voice cracking.
“Well... I, personally, like to think of stars as little openings in Heaven where the love of humanity’s lost ones pours through the skies and shines down upon them... To let us know we are happy...” He trailed off wistfully.

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by **Komoda** 4/18/2010, 9:19 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I nodded vigorously, scrambling back down the hall to lead Ms. McClinsey back to her.

My heart pounded with anticipation. I didn't think I actually cared about Bree... But at the same time, I didn't want her to die. I also had no idea about this whole Fallen Angel thing... Could she have been serious? But of course not, if he was there I would have seen him. Unless she meant it literally and he actually was an angel... But that was impossible! There was no such thing!

When I returned to Bree's side, I was immediately nervous about what our hostess' reaction to the blood would be, but I tried to turn my true worry into just a genuine concern for Bree. Especially since she seemed to be talking nonsense in her unconsciousness, I was beginning to wonder if she really was seeing that Fallen Angel after all... But how? It made no sense at all to me.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Crystal Aura 4/18/2010, 9:39 pm

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While the prayer that seems like it'll vanish soon
Is fanned by the wind

Nevertheless, I continue to light it

While I messed up again and again

The waves that lay in waiting

Sweep away the castle of sand that I built

With chilled hands

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Character: Irène McClinsey
Lyrics: Suna No Oshiro by Kanon Wakeshima
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Her Immortal senses felt Bree’s slow pulse as she stood a few feet away from her body. “Rocus!” she hissed. “Has she been passed out for over two minutes? Have you slapped or shaken her? Did she have any convulsions? A loss of bowel control? Sweaty, pale skin? Restlessness?”

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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep
And please pass me some memories

And when I fall you're underneath
1000 broken hearts, carried by 1000 broken wings

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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Bree did not entirely know how to respond. “That’s... tragic,”
“Yes,” the Fallen Angel sighed. “Tragedies like this have happened to our kind, before. It’s nothing new. I don’t want to go into the details,”
“Could you? Please...?”

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by **Komoda** 4/18/2010, 9:47 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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"She's been passed out for roughly five minutes, I've slapped her...but I don't know about the other things," I answered shakily, "She's always pale, and I only noticed convulsions the first time she fainted in the bedroom."

At this point I was seriously worried that she would see the blood... What conclusions would she draw from that? I could blame it on the cat, but they were razor marks... Oh God. I somewhat hoped the Fallen Angel would show up so I could blame it on him. I was losing control while under this pressure; his place may be my last hope for money, and is Ms McClinsey found out... She was clearly more adept medically than I observed firsthand. But of course, I should have never made that assumption.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;Sorry, rushed. Needa watch movie, like I said in the PM. XD

by Crystal Aura 4/18/2010, 10:09 pm

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While the prayer that seems like it'll vanish soon
Is fanned by the wind

Nevertheless, I continue to light it

While I messed up again and again

The waves that lay in waiting

Sweep away the castle of sand that I built

With chilled hands

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Character: Irène McClinsey
Lyrics: Suna No Oshiro by Kanon Wakeshima
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Her nose wrinkled in distaste. She raised her eyebrows and took a step towards Bree.
“Is that... b-blood, I smell?”
I don’t understand, she thought fervently. Why do I smell blood? Is it just me? What purpose does this serve? Does Rocus know... Does he know why or how she’s bleeding...?

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“There’s not a lot to us... There’s this lust for power that is matched with an evil mind, emotions, and will. In our present, restrained state, we are awaiting God’s final judgment and our ultimate destination... We have a Focus on Earth we are fated to complete, and we only get... A little glimpse at what it could possibly be... But one thing goes for all of us...” He paused for a beat. “We must do our best in killing those wretched Immortals.”
“Well I... I’m kinda getting it,” she responded sheepishly.
“Get it straight a little quicker, Bree!” he snarled. “You’ll soon wake up as a Half-Breed,”
“What’s that...?”
“Simply Half-Angel,” He veered his head to the side with a slightly crooked smile. “And Half-Devil...”
“What’s the difference between that and a Fallen Angel?” she wondered, a shiver coursing through her veins.
“You will sustain the bare minimum of components... You’ll keep a human body, a human empathy, and a plain human deficiency of strength...”
“Deficiency of strength...?”
“All humans are weak, breakable, and killable...”
“Yeah... I s-suppose...”
“Oh, and by the way, don’t freak out if you see us in your surroundings... Please. Because the last time we’ve trusted some random humans with this... Hoo boy, they suddenly decided it was time to break out the Holy Candles and the Saint Medallions...” He cut off and snorted. “As if that would ever work on us, though... We are invulnerable to your silly little death threats... Because we are by nature your very own...”
“Oh. Your silly death threats...? You’re saying that I’m on their side? I thought I was not human, anymore. And gee, I really thought I was one of you, by now...”
He puffed out a lungful of air and shook his head. “Only when you learn to be, hon. An oath is not all that it takes. You need some knowledge, too...”

Instantly, she found her way back to the body laying limply on the equally cold floor of Fellsmoor Manor. The Fallen Angel‘s parting words were not sufficiently reassuring... The unexplainable mark over her left wrist turned into one of a splattered raindrop, seemingly blood-encrusted, and scorching... Pain was all she could feel... Her red-rimmed eyes batted and stung, as her throat tingled, and her every blood vessel even seemed to flare...

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by **Komoda** 4/20/2010, 12:38 am

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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My eyes widened with a mixture of performance and genuine anxiety once she found out about the blood. I had no choice now but to pretend as if I didn’t know it was there, or else I was screwed.

I immediately knelt by Bree’s side, running my hand over the fresh wound like an examining doctor. “Oh my gosh…” I murmured, my voice emitting mock horror, “who or what did this to her?”

I paused for a second, gathering my scrambling thoughts. I had to think of something fast. Our hostess was much too perceptive; she could easily pick up my lie unless I was able to create a convincing act. “Wait… She had this scar on her back,” I said, looking up at Ms. McClinsey with my eyebrows creased thoughtfully, “she said… A ‘Fallen Angel’ did it to her. Maybe it was the same person who did this, too?”

My deep eyes were set carefully on the older woman’s features, searching for an expression. I wondered if she could make more out of that than I was able to. Perhaps the gang was notorious around these parts…?

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Crystal Aura 4/20/2010, 5:18 pm

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While the prayer that seems like it'll vanish soon
Is fanned by the wind

Nevertheless, I continue to light it

While I messed up again and again

The waves that lay in waiting

Sweep away the castle of sand that I built

With chilled hands

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Character: Irène McClinsey
Lyrics: Suna No Oshiro by Kanon Wakeshima
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“You’re... You are not making any sense, Rocus...” she muttered morosely, clearly lying to him and to herself. “Such things simply do not exist.”

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Bree still just layed there, remembering the brief exchange in what seemed like a dream. But she never thought a dream could be remembered so clearly. It was like a hard-to-recover memory once you’ve had it. And even if you do recover it faintly, it’s hard to keep the memory alive. When Rocus ran his hand over the bite mark it startled her like a shot of high voltage. She clenched her teeth together, opened her lips and pulled air through them, like a backward whistle. Composed thoughts went short in supply. She then forced her lips into a tight and rigid line, eyebrows furrowing. She grasped his wrist, her hand squeezing carelessly around it like a constricting boa. She opened her lips again to reveal her gritted teeth, and to let a baleful snarl rip through her them as her nails dug into his skin, now. “Get off of me, you parasite! This is all your fault!” Her voice sounded like a shrill, high-pitched cry of agony. Like tires screeching on wet pavement. Like she was being agonized, in some way. But generally speaking, she sounded very heinous.
Tormented. Crucified. Anguished.

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by **Komoda** 4/21/2010, 5:43 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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Just as I was about to reply, I felt Bree's iron grip around my wrist. My eyes stretching to twice their normal size, I tore my hand away from her with a jolt of strength. I grimaced with a mixture of shock and disbelief as I massaged over the indents she had made in my skin.

"I don't know what the heck she's talking about!" I snapped to Ms. McClinsey, "She's clearly delusional."

That's it, I decided, glaring at Bree threateningly. If she says one more word, I have to kill her.

I finally understood the purpose in ending the lives of our victims now. As soon as Ms. McClinsey left, I'd have to pull Bree aside and talk some sense into her... If that didn't work, well then I'd have to see how long I could live with myself after killing a woman. Or hitting her, if that's all it took.

But imagining her lying on the ground, twisted with bruises and blanketed with liquid crimson... It just made me hungry. I'm a sick, sick man...

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC; Sorry! Didn't see your reply!

by Crystal Aura 4/21/2010, 6:43 pm

({ Sorry, my laptop was left abandonned while I studied and I just saw your reply. Just now. X(
Sowwy, again! Getting to the reply! })

by Crystal Aura 4/21/2010, 7:38 pm

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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep
And please pass me some memories

And when I fall you're underneath
1000 broken hearts, carried by 1000 broken wings

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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Realizing that Rocus probably thought she was insane concealed her away in a tiny corner of her mind – Her own personal sensory-deprivation chamber. A hand moved to the bite mark of her neck, then to her head as it began to hurt ruthlessly again. She didn’t really care about the smearing of blood. She already had many flaws without all of the the blood disgracing her.

“R-Rocus...” she whispered brokenly, tears spilling over in cold torrents. She picked herself up to a crouching position, her hand slithering back to her bite mark to hide it as she stared into Irène’s eyes. They were emotionless, black orbits. Quite the pools to drown in. She partially wondered how the color changed. It must’ve been contacts.

“Irène... I’m bleeding because... Back in that random guest room I felt as though I needed to stroll about... for some reason, despite my sudden weakness, and I – I stubbed my toe on something and overreacted... I... jumped back and...” She tried to remember the furniture of the room. “And caught my foot, so then I beat my head against the sharp end of the low... mahogany... wall unit... bookshelf thing... and my head started bleeding... head wounds bleed most, don’t they...? Plus, it probably explains why I’m squabbling... about such... nonsense...”

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While the prayer that seems like it'll vanish soon
Is fanned by the wind

Nevertheless, I continue to light it

While I messed up again and again

The waves that lay in waiting

Sweep away the castle of sand that I built

With chilled hands

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Character: Irène McClinsey
Lyrics: Suna No Oshiro by Kanon Wakeshima
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“I see...” she mumbled grudgingly. “And maybe she is...” she grumbled dryly to Rocus, her half-lidded eyes sustaining no emotion. Her dead heart still under her chest, her body as immobile. She could hear Bree’s heart pumping blood through her veins in hard little bursts. The beating was rather uneven, and even seemed to pain the young girl. The fierce pulse throbbed through her fingertips, her head hurt, and her throat burned. The pain of Bree’s body made Irène’s throat feel swollen and her gut tighten. “But, she’s also in pain, Rocus...” In her mind she recited yet another spell to mend Bree a little;
Wrap thee in cotton.
Bind thee with love.
Protection from pain surrounds like a glove.
May the brightest of blessings surround thee this night.
For thou art cared for, healing thoughts sent in flight...

“She’s in... excruciating... pain...”

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by **Komoda** 4/22/2010, 1:01 am

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I nodded approvingly, a cruel smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. Good girl, Bree...

"And what am I suppose to do about it?" I asked Ms. McClinsey, keeping my tone as light as possible, although it was tempting to snarl the question. I was no doctor; I couldn't cure her pain. Sure, I may have taken part in causing it... But she didn't need to know that. It would be Bree and my little secret... No one else would have to know.

It was hard to admit it to even myself, in the safety of my own thoughts, but I definitely felt my chest knot up painfully at the sight of the tears in her eyes. Yet I swiftly pushed away that compassionate side of me, letting my emotions run cold again. I had to keep it this way.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Crystal Aura 4/22/2010, 6:26 am

While the prayer that seems like it'll vanish soon
Is fanned by the wind
Nevertheless, I continue to light it
While I messed up again and again
The waves that lay in waiting
Sweep away the castle of sand that I built
With chilled hands

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Character: Irène McClinsey
Lyrics: Suna No Oshiro by Kanon Wakeshima
OOC:

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“There’s nothing you can do, Rocus. Why don’t you just get back to work? I’m sure there are many things you’d be rather doing other than accompanying me or my workers drive Bree to the hospital...” she told him in a composed undertone. “Bree,” she approached Bree and stooped next to her. “Likely, with all due respect, you’ll need some medical attention because of how much you’ve damaged your head, and maybe even a few stitches to reinforce it if you really dissected it that badly, okay?”

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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep
And please pass me some memories

And when I fall you're underneath
1000 broken hearts, carried by 1000 broken wings

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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“Stitches?” she repeated. “Ugh. Well, at least those things can’t get any worse than a brace or a super huge patch, huh? Those things are just plain ugly,” She then laughed a silvery laugh.
“But I suppose even wearing that is a step-up from being right there on the brink of death, right?” Her expression wavered and disappeared. A new, more pensive and calculating one notably replacing it, afterwards.

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by **Komoda** 4/23/2010, 9:28 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I bit my lip, looking down in thought. I wondered what choice I should make... I had already achieved my goals of tasting Bree's blood, so that was over and done with. Now I had to impress Ms. McClinsey. But how...? Accompanying Bree could do the trick, but there also was a job that needed to be done.

I nodded solemnly, "what jobs do you have for me to do?"
Based off of her reply, I could determine whether or not staying would be the right move for her approval.

I ignored the comment about stitches. If Bree had to get stitches to prove me innocent, then so be it. I didn't really care much about her pain, as much as I really should have. Part of it disturbed me, but I knew deep down it was only because I didn't want my bloody supply harmed.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

by Crystal Aura 4/23/2010, 9:44 pm

({ Oops. Had no clue you replied. Still on? Crying or Very sad

})

by **Komoda** 4/23/2010, 9:52 pm

(Yep, I'm still on! ^^ No worries.)

by Crystal Aura 4/23/2010, 10:00 pm

Irène McClinsey

While the prayer that seems like it'll vanish soon
Is fanned by the wind
Nevertheless, I continue to light it
While I messed up again and again
The waves that lay in waiting
Sweep away the castle of sand that I built
With chilled hands

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Character: Irène McClinsey
Lyrics: Suna No Oshiro by Kanon Wakeshima
OOC: I like making Irène suspicious, so much! XD

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“I’m not that convinced of a job for you yet, but you are bound to have one... That means I’m considering, weighing my options carefully... But something tells me you’ll be confronted with a decision of what you want to do in all cases...” she corroborated to Rocus. “Yeah, we’ll have to open the subject a little more. And Bree, what do you think of someone else driving you? I’d better stay here because I’m very occupied, dear. And eons from now I would still be shouldering this... burden of a job...” A half-hearted chuckle sniffed out of her nose.
“Yes, it is quite the pain in the backside.”

And in summary and the fullness of time and day... I’ll get to question these two... They have too many secrets under wraps... and I need me some answers. She smirked at Bree and pulled herself upright. Answers, like why that hotshot Rocus seems so discreet and guarded... Answers, like why the mousy girl from Tennessee, named Bree, is so... irregular, it’s truly perplexing... so mystifying...

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Breanne Rose
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So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep
And please pass me some memories

And when I fall you're underneath
1000 broken hearts, carried by 1000 broken wings

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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Bree felt a few beads of blood on her face and neck, it disturbed her.
“Mgh... Where’s the nearest bathroom, anyway?”

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by **Komoda** 4/23/2010, 10:26 pm

When I realized it, tears were spilling over.
I want to disappear, I want to die; I want to go crazy…

Rocus

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I mumbled a curse under my breath. I didn't particularly want to be with Bree any longer, but it was clear that that's what our hostess wanted. At least I fed long enough to no longer have those obnoxious cravings nagging at me.

"In that case, I can certainly take Bree," I offered with a charming smile, "I'm sure they can wash you up there, Bree. There's no need to go through the hassle of cleaning up the blood here."

As I uttered these words, I understood the perfection of my plans. If I took Bree to the hospital myself, well... There would be no need to go at all. They would surely notice the bite marks there. This way, I could drive her somewhere secluded instead, wash her up, and even stitch her if that's what it took to cover for my foolish mistake. And Ms. McClinsey would never have to know.

It all fell together so nicely, I almost let a smirk cross over my lips. But of course, I always had a part to play and thus instead let my delight shine through my polite smile.

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Van Alton

Being entrapped everyday by the sweet temptations,
drugs, and women; I thought it didn't matter...

Character; Rocus Van Alton
Lyrics; Escapism by An Café
OOC;

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