Ryu Hikari
Student Body President
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Post by Ryu Hikari on Sept 1, 2012 11:54:21 GMT -6
September. Though the month is mainly associated with the start of school, not to mention studying and homework, it also means the beginning of new memories for everyone. A new school year, new friends, loss of old friends, but most of all, new memories with old friends. But just because there are new memories to be had and made, doesn't mean the past should be forgotten. Rewards: +5 EXP and $500 Requirements:- You must type a post in which you pick three memories from your character's past, and give their reaction to their past.
- The memories picked can be anything you want to show, but at least try to mix them up with good and bad, if you can.
- You must have visual cues that clue your character in on the memories, or at the very least, have a reason why they are reminiscing.
- 700+ words
Start/End Date: September 1st/September 30 Any questions, just PM me.
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Ryu Hikari
Student Body President
[M:4400]
That's that.
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Post by Ryu Hikari on Sept 2, 2012 0:10:50 GMT -6
Kazuki was fast asleep in his bed, his chest rising up and down slowly, but unlike other nights, his dreams were not peacefully. He tossed and turned in his bed, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead and run down his face, as rain combined with wind battered against the window, drops of water running down the glass pane. Rain... It was raining on the day he learned his mother had died, six years ago. It was raining today too...
- Nine Years Old: Time to Say Goodbye -
"Ha! You earnestly believe you can defeat me? I am the great ninja warrior, Ryu Hikari!"
A voice would crow away in mock disbelief, as Kazuki and his adoptive little sister, Kaori, were walking home from school, Kazuki acting like a ninja warrior, leaping around and kicking and slashing at pretend ninjas with his open umbrella in his hand, while Kaori laughed happily. The two of them turning the corner to their house and walked down the sidewalk in front of the house, the sound of laughing would echo through the house as the door opened and they walked in, only to immediately fall silent the moment they saw a familiar figure seated in front of the window, waiting for them.
Seeing Dr. Clavering turn around to face and roll over to them, the two of them were not surprised to see her, in fact, they were used to the eccentric doctor, as she came over and visited them rather frequently; however, it was the somber expression on her face, that caught them off guard.
"Kazuki-kun, Kaori-chan... I'm so sorry... Your mother died last night... There was nothing we could do to help her..."
"... No... M-mom is...?"
"M... mommy? Mooommy!"
Kaori instantly burying her face in her brother's shirt and breaking down, her tears saturating his shirt, Kazuki would just stand there with his arms around his little sister, completely and utterly shocked. Kaori slowly sinking to her knees, Kazuki would slowly but unconsciously fall to his knees alongside her, continuing to keep his arms wrapped comfortingly around her. Feeling something rest gently on his shoulder, looking up, he'd see Dr. Clavering seated comfortingly beside them, a sad but sympathetic look on her face.
"Kazuki-kun... I will take care of the funeral arrangements... You make sure to look after your little sister, nee? But... I had better tell you now, to spare you the shock when it happens... Your father will be attending the funeral as well... Kazuya Hikari..."
- Present -
"!"
Kazuki bolted straight up into a sitting position his bed, sweat running down his face as his necklace flew in the air and landed back on his bare chest, Kazuki gasped for air while his mind raced. Cradling his head in his right hand, he'd close his eyes, taking a minute to clear his head and slow his heartbeat down. Why...? Why was he having a dream of the day he learned his mother had passed away? No... to him, it was more like a nightmare, because no matter how he thought of her, it would never bring her back.
Feeling his chest tighten up in pain and sorrow from missing her, he'd slowly open his eyes as he climbed out of his bed, pulling a pair of sandals on, and would quietly make his way out of his room, head downstairs, and into the kitchen, to get a glass of water. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, just as he was about to fill it with cold water, he'd notice a glint from the corner of his eye, and placing his empty glass down on the counter, he'd head over in the direction of it. Picking up his switchblade, the blade reflecting the moonlight pouring through the window, reminding him of the last time he used it... for her...
Kazumi...
- Eighteen Years Old: Blood For Blood -
Water running down his face, his white shirt getting soaked and plastering itself to his upper torso, revealing the outlines of his muscles, blinking once and staring down at her somewhat blankly, he didn't quite fully understand her request, but her explanation got the point across. Holding his wrist out by her mouth, she'd see blood flowing from a small, shallow, but clean cut across his wrist, his switchblade in his other hand.
"I..."
"You don't have to drink if you don't want to. That's up to you. But it's going to flow whether you drink or not."
Cutting Kazumi off, he would wince slightly in pain as he felt her fangs sink into the area around the cut on his wrist after she leaned up, staying as still as he possible could despite the pain, hearing Kazumi let out a little groan and drawing a little shiver from her. The wound on her shoulder beginning to heal up and the color slowly returning to her flesh, he felt her tongue slowly trail over his wound, lapping at the blood in a slow and deliberate fashion.
It kind of tickled, to be honest, though he would continue wincing as her fangs were still buried in his wrist. Flicking his switchblade close, he'd stow it in his jeans pocket as he peered down at Kazumi in mild interest. Now he understood what she meant, her Qi allowed her blood to heal others if they drank it, but to heal herself up, she need to drink other people's blood.
"... Drink as much of my blood as you need, I'll be fine. A little blood loss won't kill me..."
- Present -
Flicking his switchblade close, he'd stare at it for a good long while, his brows furrowing slightly. He wasn't exactly sure why, but for some reason, all his thoughts were suddenly focused solely on Kazumi, which made him even more confused, because one, he was sure she was still married, and two, he was pretty sure she was avoiding him, for whatever reason. Shaking his head, he was still confused as to why he suddenly remembered that particular day and memory, but he'd take his switchblade upstairs with him after he had gulped down the glass of water to help clear his head, and headed back into his room, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Crawling back into his bed, he'd stare up at the ceiling while trying to fall back asleep. Feeling himself begin to slowly drift back to sleep, turning his head to side and nestle down into his pillow, he'd spot his headphones on his desk through his narrowing eyes, and the last thing he thought of before drifting off to sleep was the camping trip last month.
- Eighteen Years Old: Confessions -
"... What would you say, if I told you I had already fallen for someone?"
"I think I would be happy for you Ryu-chan."
"... Really? That means a lot to me, nee-chan..."
Staring up at the sky, the sunshine that filtered through the tree branches shining lightly on his face, as he placed his hands behind him, keeping him up as he leaned back on the picnic blanket before he turned his head to look over at her and leaned in close to her.
"... I love you Kazue... I love you more than anyone else in this world..."
He said quietly, right by her ear, before pulling away, as he looked down at the table, before looking back up at her, his eyes absolutely serious.
"There is no one else in this world I rather be with, than you..."
- Present -
Shifting slightly in his sleep, even though it had been days since both Kazue and Silk had left and Kazuki and Kazuya had sent both of them dozens of text messages, they had received no reply from either of them. It was like they two of them had just disappeared off the face of the Earth. Both father and adoptive son had come to the conclusion that mother and daughter just didn't want to be found. Although Kazuki loved Kazue, and always would, it was pretty evident that just thinking about Kazue made Kazuki restless and somewhat sad, even in his sleep. Despite that though, even if his mom would never come back, even if Kazumi still avoided him, even if he never saw Kazue again, all these memories were important to him, and he wouldn't trade them for anything.
(OOC: Word count minus BB coding and this out of character note: 1417)
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Sept 4, 2012 21:40:44 GMT -6
+5 EXP and money added
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Post by william on Sept 6, 2012 20:05:24 GMT -6
Kazuya was sitting in a comfortable chair located in his room at home in Japan, reading a book. Actually, the book was resting on his face, Kazuya was sleeping, Kuro snoozing in his lap. Shifting slightly in his sleep, Kazuya woke up, as his eyes opened, just slits, as he stared at one of the paragraphs on the page he was on. Lifting the book off his face, a photograph tumbled out of the inside of the book and landed on his chest, as Kazuya reached over and picked the photograph up, all while trying not to wake up his cat. It was a picture of a young girl and boy happily playing the piano. Smiling sadly and closing his eyes, Kazuya's thoughts drifted off to his past... and his childhood.
- Nine Years Old: Aria of the Past -
"Play that song dad, the one you always played for us!"
A happy Kazuya's voice rang out, as his father, Kane Hikari, sat at the piano, a smile on his face, as he looked at his two children standing nearby.
"That song again? Alright, if that's what you want."
He replied, as Kazuya and his older sister, Kyoko, shouted happily. His father turned to the piano, and paused for a minute, his hands poised over the keys, the metronome the most prominent sound, for now. He then began playing, his hands gliding over the keys, as Kazuya closed his eyes and swayed his head to the music, sitting in an armchair, his sister on the couch adjacent to him. Kazuya looked small in the armchair, almost like it would swallow him up. Kyoko, taking advantage of her brother, who's eyes were closed, sneaked up quietly and pounced, tickling him into submission.
"Gotcha!"
She cried out happily, as she began tickling Kazuya, who opened his eyes and cried out.
"Ah! Stop! Th... That tickles!"
He gasped out, trying to escape, to no avail. His sister continued, Kazuya trying to escape her clutches again and again, until he finally escaped and ran around the room, his sister chasing after him. Their father continued playing, a smile on his face, although he didn't take his eyes of the music sheet, he was happy his two children were having fun. Finishing the song, he allowed the last few notes to resonate, and finished. Turning, he watched his daughter catch his son and tackle him to the ground on the soft carpet.
"Haha, were you two listening, or busy playing?"
He asked, getting off the piano bench and moving over to them, as the two wrestled playfully, Kazuya trying to escape, Kyoko trying to keep hold of him.
"Both!"
They replied together, making their father laugh, his laughter fading away...
- Present -
Opening his eyes, Kazuya smiled sadly as he looked at the photo, before setting the photo aside on the table beside his bed, and gently rubbed the top of his kitten's head, as Kuro shifted slightly in his sleep, reacting to Kazuya's touch. Even though his mother had been killed, and to this day he still didn't know who did it, he was happy, happy because he had his father and older sister, and they were all that he needed. Gently picking up and carrying Kuro in his arms, whom woke up and meowed at Kazuya, he got out of the chair and headed downstairs.
"Oof... Kuro-chan, you're getting heavy you know that?"
Kuro just meowed back at him, as Kazuya chuckled and shook his head. Heading into the kitchen, Kazuya was about to open the fridge and make something to eat when something poking out of his business book caught his eye. Depositing Kuro on the counter, Kazuya opened the book, and saw it was a picture of him making a snowman in the snow when he was about eight years old, reminding him of the last time he saw snow... with her.
Sephora...
- Seventeen Years Old: Love Hurts. -
"What happened after you got separated from me? Were you alright? You didn't get hurt more did you? I saw the blood, but I didn't know what happened, I couldn't ask even if I wanted to, I was struggling just to stay conscious, and say the words I wanted to say before I blacked out."
Alex said, as he continued down the path, snow falling gently from up above.
"Sephora..."
Alex said, stopping on the path, and looking at her, his eyes serious but gentle.
"I love you."
He said it. He said the three words he had tried to say back at Public High School #650. That he loved her. And he meant every word of it. He saw her look back at him, but he could tell she was speechless, just trying to process what it was he had just said.
"I don't know what to say, Alex."
He smiled gently at her, returning the smile she had given him.
"I know, maybe my feelings are one-sided, but I always cared about you, I remember the first time I met you, it was at the Saturday Qi class. I still remember it clearly, you were the first one to give me a smile, a real smile, not one forced because of who I was."
Alex replied, looking down at the ground, a sad smile on his face, he knew his feelings, they may not ever be reciprocated.
"I'm not ready for a relationship."
Alex smiled gently at this as he saw Sephora smooth out her skirt, a relationship, was not what he intended for.
"I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend, but I had to tell my feelings, I had to get the words out, I had to give my feelings some sort of form. I didn't recognize what the feelings were, until then, when I saw you were alive after the attack."
"I'm bad luck. I don't know if you remember the demon attack at Paragon's, but that was because someone got close to me. I don't want you to get hurt."
"You're not bad luck to me. Just because that demon attack was directly linked to you, doesn't change my view of you. Even if you changed into something different, I would always stand by you, no matter what. You are my dear friend, and I will always care about you, no doubt about it. I appreciate your concern, really I do, but I won't stop caring about you."
Alex replied, smiling gently at Sephora, his eyes gentle and kind.
"Just promise me, you'll always stay with me. I lost you once, I don't want to lose you again. I want to stay together with you, you, my friend closest to my heart."
Together...
- Present -[/b]
Kazuya smiled sadly, as Kuro, who could tell that Kazuya was saddened, crawled over to him and rubbed his head against his arm comfortingly, as Kazuya tore his gaze away from the photo and gently rubbed Kuro's head with his index finger.
"... Thanks Kuro..."
Kazuya said quietly, as Kuro meowed and continued to rub his head up against Kazuya's arm. Placing the photo into his pocket, Kazuya went and made something to eat, as he took his food to the table. Sitting down, he saw his photo album hiding amongst the books in his bookcase. Reaching out, he pulled it out and pulled out the photo from his pocket and began flipping through it, finding where the photo had originally been and placed it back.
Just as he did so, another photo caught his eye. Picking it up out of the album, he saw it was a picture of him wearing a tuxedo, his right hand rubbing the back of his neck, not even looking at the camera. Clearly someone took it while he was not paying attention. It reminded him of that prank played on him and Emily...
- Eighteen Years Old: Marriage!? R U Srs!? -
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two in holy mock matrimony."
Ryuu looked at Emily and gave her a small smile, his expression saying, "What can we do? Might as well just go with it right...?" The priest then looked at Ryuu, who tore his gaze away from Emily, for some reason, he had a hard time looking away from her.
"Do you, Kazuya Ryuu Hikari, take this girl, to be your lawfully wedded mock wife?"
Ryuu looked at Emily, pausing for a minute, before nodding slightly.
"I do."
"And do you, Sacricia Emily Lourdes E. Delos Santos, take this guy, to be your lawfully wedded mock husband?"
"... I do."[/b]
She said, giving Ryuu a smile, as he returned her smile, earning not just squeals from the girls, but several wolf-whistles from the guys. At least they were having fun... At Ryuu and Emily's expense. Ignoring the priest's comment, Ryuu pulled out the box that held the ring inside, Ryuu opened it, and pulled the ring out, before tossing the box quickly over his shoulder to Takuya to shut him up, as he gently took Emily's hand into his own, before slipping the gold and platinum silver ring onto her ring finger.
The priest then pronounced the two of them man and wife, as he stifled his laughter while nudging Ryuu, telling him to give Emily a good smooch. Ryuu nearly had a heart attack from hearing that, as he blushed just as furiously as Emily did. He had to kiss Emily... In front of their entire class!?
"Excuse me!?"
Ryuu exclaimed exactly the same time as Emily did.
"Wow, not only do you guys look good together, you guys really are made for one other, you're even in sync with each other."
The priest commented, as he began to hug himself and making smooching noises with his lips.
"You're going to give each other your eternal vows! Seal it with a kiss~"
Ryuu blushed furiously as he faced away from Emily.
He looked at Emily from the corner of his eye, as he stared into empty space, before turning to face her, a look on uncertainty on his face. Before he knew it, he had leaned forward and kissed Emily on the lips. The only good thing about his bold move, it had shut their classmates up. Ryuu didn't know what was going on.
His heart was beating so fast, it felt like he was going to have a heart attack before it jumped out of his chest. She was warm and gentle and-- he shouldn't even be thinking about this, he should be worrying about if Emily may pull away and kick his ass for kissing her for a third time! But no, she didn't. Instead, he saw her close her eyes, as their classmates gasped, she had given in...
- Present -
Kazuya leaned back in his chair, Kuro lying peacefully on his lap, as he placed the photo back in the album. Sad or not, they were all precious memories, his memories, and they belonged to him, and only him. And they could never be replaced or forgotten...
(OOC: Word count without BB coding and this note: 1872)
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Sept 7, 2012 8:25:12 GMT -6
+5 EXP and money added
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Post by Cael Seran on Sept 9, 2012 21:50:32 GMT -6
Clink. The hard meeting of glass against a polished wood table before the glass slid to crash against the floor pooling whiskey and ice against the ground. A long woshing squeek raising after the fall of the glass. "Hehe... put it on my tab barkeep. hehe." Stumbling over himself Cael could hardly manage to hear the barkeep mention that Cael didn't have a tab much less the boy hadn't offered up anything to pay for his alcohol other than the fact that he'd been there all night. The stumbling teen pushed and throttled his way to the side door managing to nudge or hit every group of large bikers on his way out.
The creaking door would signal Cael's stumbling facade as it crushed through the thick air of sweat and lingering breath into a space of cool stinging air managing to intoxicate his nostrils and force up a strangled cough keeling the boy over the dumpster hand on the edge. HAcking coughs would null out the sound of the door creaking once again and a group of bikers, not to mention the bartender sweeping out around him in a flanking formation to grapple his escape closed.
"Hey!" Cael's attention seemed not to be drawn forth by the bartender's gesture simply clearing his throat and press himself against the trash bin. "Kid, you need to pay your tab, or we'll take it out of you."
HAhaha. Cael was laughing, he didn't know why, probably on account of being drunk off his ass and unstable beyond belief. There was a reason he was this way. Such a douchbag. Such a failure.
"Try your best then.." Cael swiveled around clocking the first guy nearest to him with a single punch catching him surprised with the strike before throwing a drunked brawl-esque jab at the second missing him before the bartender stepped up.
*BAM!*
Emerald hues opened forth, sprawled out on a golden field of the husks. Cael was ten years old now, laying out against the ground his eyes fixated against the sky. The blue wave of tranquility patched while clouds drifted overhead. The bright sun blotching his face, making his cheeks a swollen red.
"Can you see them Cael, the angels?"
Cael turned to his side looking at her. Her auburn locks and bright eyes managing to stand out of only a small bit above her cheery smile, a look that send heat and butterflies through Cael's stomach as he dumbfoundedly was met with silence managing only to smile back idiotically in return. Her name? Jasmine Pendragon. Cael and her went to primary school together and were best friends. Thier families shared similar trusts and as things happened they were drawn to each other be it by mutual attraction or the sheer fact that they were pressed into such enclosed spaces with one another.
"Aren't they beautiful?"
His eyes couldn't seem to settle nor his thoughts, 'you're beautiful... more so than any angel.' His lips shuddered unable to speak as the girl simply flitted an innocent smile before looking away and back up to the sky with a patch of rouge on her cheeks.
"Yes... yes they are."
Back to reality. Pop! Cael was backed up against the garbage bin, his back pressed up against it, his torso slacking against the steel bin managing to barely hold himself upright. Two men holding his arms, the bartender wailing on him. "I'll beat it out of you." Heh. Cael could only glower in an insideous sort of grin. Try me, I have nothing left to lose.
*POAW!*
This time it was different no calm finesse to the place the pair resided, no calming fields of golden grain touching their limbs or blue sky to hold up their dreams. It was a damp sidewalk street with a grey sky blotted out by dark rainclouds pouring forth the filth of their rancid polution. With a loud clap the sky would ignite illuminating everything in an instant and then quiet followed by the loud rumble rippling through the flesh and skin. Cael clutched his knees hiding under a bench, he'd never been left out alone through one of these things. Normally mother would be there to protect him, to keep reassuring him that there was nothing wrong. But Cael had run off today, he was trying to do something good, something right and only managed to get himself caught off and alone.
"Don't worry Cael," The piqued sound pronounced beside him, the faintest touch and warmth racing through his body reminding him of that field once more. "I'll protect you." A giggle followed like she was joking but a steadfast security in the girl's smile. Jasmine again was there though this time older, a part of her still childish however remained in her features reminding him that they were still but children, allowed to be caught off guard by things of this accord.
Cael seemed only able to nod as they sat there. Hours went by and the thunder stopped, the rain coming to a cease before the pair looked at one another and smiled. Hand in hand the two would walk home, Jasmine leading the way while Cael followed in return. Leading onward now Cael found himself in front of a shanty middle class apartment drawing speculation and concern upon his features. From the upper class this astounded and confused him left him with the consideration as to whether the house was large enough to placate them. He'd look to Jasmine who barely offered a slow to her step before looking back and nudging him onwards with that grin. Setting his fear aside Cael managed to part his way in the door when...
*SMACK!*
Mouth full of bile, blood, and flesh Cael manged to irk out a faint grin looking up at the group. His lips bleeding, his eyes blackened and bruised, his body staggered assunder against the nearest wall as the boy fought to hold himself aloof. The group of men nearing in around him.
"You can't understand...hmff." Cael would mutter to himself under his breath as he motioned a palm up to his lip catching a pool of blood to his touch, it stinging him and getting that momentary convulsion of his stomach but not from the booze, maybe a little bit. It was more from the memory stinging him.
"Whats that pretty boy? You done!"
*CRUNCH!*
Cael was now fourteen, he'd been best friends with Jasmine for quite a few years. She was his first crush, lasting for sometime now and it didn't look to be changing. There was one problem however it seemed. Her father was an alcoholic, an abusive one at that. Coming home to her house was like a descent into hell as Cael had to meet eyes with the boorish slug holding up residence in the living hall sprawled out against a bean bag chair; beer in one hand and a remote in the other. The pewtrid filth residing over his facade made stomachs curl and eyes melt while the visual image wasn't nearly as pleasant as the former.
None of that was the worst part of the matter. In any instance Cael stepped in the man would glower with possessive eyes over his daughter, his judging considerations marking Cael out to be a faggot. Today was no different marking Cael with that cocky arrogance as the boy followed Jasmine to her room only to pull out their books and study. The idle small talk muttled with laughter and giggles here and there. Happiness, it would be a first here for Cael... and last.
"Jaz, go down to the liquer store, gimme the usual."
Her hues quickened up as did Cael's to see the man hovering in the door, his wife beater too small so that it revealed a chubbish pot belly.
"But Dad I-" A stern glare shot at her and his bottle dropped to the floor marking the already stained ground with a new sloshing mark. It defined her room really the division between hers and the rest of the house was like East-West Germany.
Quivering like she'd felt his wrath before Jasmine slowly motioned upwards managing to restrain a flinch before offering a glance back as she stepped out the door. "I won't be long." Cael nodded, she'd done this before but with her father much more complacent, he seemed agitated. Uppity.
Once out the door he would turn inward to glance at Cael, sizing him up like a dog might a bone.
"What's a faggot like you doin' round my daughter, can't cop a feel on somtin' aint growed in yet."
Cael's hues narrowed in viciously on the man, his hands firmly turned into fists. "Ats right, yous just lookin to fuck wit us lesser classers, k'mon boy. Lemme fuck my daughter right before ya. Beat her good to."
Seconds passed with such abuse but it all went red in Cael's eye. Clunk. The harsh sound of a fist against a wall breaking it. Cael's body knelt over a lump, blood pooled around him. I...I...I did this?
*CLUNK!*
Despair, he was riddled by dispair. Body weaving over a number of bodies littering the ally floor. Cael managed only just to hold himself up. Flipping the phone out of his breast pocket he dialed in a familiar number. "Father... it happened again.. I... I need a clean-up."
'Can you see the angels?' Word Count: 1572
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Post by william on Sept 12, 2012 11:57:26 GMT -6
+5 EXP and money added.
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Sept 20, 2012 18:38:46 GMT -6
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Post by william on Sept 20, 2012 18:42:51 GMT -6
+5 EXP and money added.
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Post by Adeline Davis on Sept 21, 2012 17:41:54 GMT -6
“Omph!”
The soft sound of a body hitting the ground was heard along with the shuffling of feet.
“Get up.”
A pause.
“Get up Adeline. Fight as if your life depended on it, that’s how you should always fight.”
“Y-yes.”
Adeline would pick herself back up getting back in a defensive position before crying out striking a palm at her father’s chest before prying at his hand that caught it. She’d stick her leg out in between his and with the aid of her other hand twisted him so that she tossed him to the ground across her back. However, it wasn’t that simple for the young woman as her father simply planted his feet firmer into the ground using his weight against her momentum, successfully keeping himself down.
He’d kick the back of her knees with his left foot and forced her down on her knees before striking her at the back of her head.
“Fight harder.” Removing himself from her he watched as his daughter writhe in momentary pain before she rolled back onto her feet. Then came another cry as she used her speed and agility to advantage as she threw a kick at his chest, instead using it as a stepping stone as she grabbed the back of his neck, and drove her other knee into his torso.
Her father retaliated quickly throwing blows to her side, where she quickly blocked with her forearms once she gained her footing.
"Better. But not good enough!"
Adeline would use her left arm to grab his incoming fist moving to his left side as she'd use this opening to strike at his head with her right. She'd pull in, forcing him to step forward before she elbows his back. Turning around swiftly she'd be met with a fist aimed at her face, where she too had one extended out to meet her father.
"Well done. You have improved."
Breathing heavily the fifteen year old girl would step back and bow to her father, only to be met with his hand on her head ruffling her hair. His tone softened significantly as he spoke to her again.
"Addie, keep working hard so that you can protect no only yourself, but the people you care about. I won't always be here for you."
Ruffle ruffle.
Seventeen year old Addie tosses in her sleep as she recalled the event two years ago. It had been a typical training session with her father, but his speech almost seemed forboding. The scene changes again.
"Hi bebe."
Addie reaches out with the tips of her fingers to let the small animal smell it.
"I won't hurt you, just come here."
A warm smile graces her lips as the animal proceed to smell and rub its nose against her. Slowly but surely the kitten approaches her hand and Adeline carefully cradles it in her arms before scaling down the tree efficiently.
She stroked the kitten's back before returning him to his rightful owner.
"Here you go."
Oh how she wished she were the owner of the kitten, but unfortunately she wasn't allowed to own any pets. Either way, the ten year old gives the cat back to her neighbour and dashed away before the owner could thank her.
She didn't receive appreciation all too well, or acknowledgement. Addie was just too shy! Social anxiety much...
Memory sequence three.
Addie hugs her covers closer to her with the animal in her dream, but her memory skips foward again, some time between age ten and fifteen.
Running up towards the wall Addie places her left hand on the ledge and swung her legs over it before flying over and rolled back onto her feet. She continues forward jumping onto the the nearby bench and jumping off it doing a 'full' twist.
She continues onward scaling a wall before running on the ledge of the building. Addie would send her body forward jumping to the next building, her feet touching the ledge momentarily before she'd toss herself into a forward roll with the momentum.
However, she didn't expect or didn't see the scrap piece of metal that was on the floor. Construction had been going on on the rooftop. It dug deep into the arm she tucked underneath her body during the roll, so as she came up she howled in pain. Shakily she tugs it out as quick as possible with her left.
Addie's eyes snap open from the weird recall dream and runs her fingers on the long scar that resides on her right forearm and shakes her head. It felt all too real as if it happened again. Taking a few deep breaths and maybe even a pinch she'd realize she was just dreaming.
She puts her head back onto her pillow and continued to sleep, hoping for less realistic ones this time around.
Word count: 830.
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Post by william on Sept 21, 2012 18:13:49 GMT -6
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Elijah Graham
Transfer
[M:950]
Never give in, never give up.
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Post by Elijah Graham on Sept 22, 2012 12:15:32 GMT -6
Elijah was sitting cross-legged up on the rooftop of his apartment, his hands resting behind him and keeping him up and supported as he stared up at the night sky. Feeling something brush up against his right leg, he would peer down and see it was the small stray puppy he had come to feed recently. Eli had found the little guy whimpering and scratching weakly at his door one evening, and had nursed him back to health, before letting him go. But for whatever reason, the puppy always came to visit Eli, even though he was, no matter how you looked at it, a stray. "Hm? What is it Sam?" Eli asked, as he bent down to scratch him behind the ears, he had named the puppy Sam, because he was a sheepdog just like Sam the Sheepdog from the Looney Tunes cartoon. Sam barked happily at Eli's touch, as Eli chuckled quietly and Sam immediately crawled into and curled up in Eli's lap, as Eli gently rubbed the puppy's head, while peering up at the night sky. Seeing Sam reminded Eli of something that had happened to him when he was a little kid... - Eight Years Old: Dreams End -"Hold on boy, we're almost there, we`re almost home!"The sound of footsteps could be heard splashing through the rain pouring down as a small figure wearing a black rain jacket could be seen running down the sidewalk. A small puppy shivering and cradled in his arms underneath his jacket, doing his best to keep the little guy warm and dry, Elijah frantically ran down the sidewalk, his little feet carrying him as fast as they possibly could muster. Turning the corner, Eli continued down the sidewalk before running up the path to his house, and bang a tiny fist against the door. The sound of footsteps quickly shuffling from inside coming closer and closer to the door, though drowned out by the rain pouring down, the door would open as Eli saw his mother peer out through the small gap, before quickly flinging the door open upon seeing her son standing on the porch completely soaked despite the raincoat he wore. ["Eli!? What happened? You're completely soaked! Get inside, quickly!"]His mother quickly ushering him inside, she'd pull the wet raincoat off, and was about to bring him upstairs and plop him in a hot bath, only to see the shivering puppy Eli was cradling in his arms. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, she would see the pleading look in Eli's eyes, and after a few minutes, would close her mouth. The little puppy needed to be taken off right now, even she knew tossing the puppy out in the pouring rain was too cruel to even consider. Taking both her son and the puppy upstairs, she'd plop him into a warm bath before gently placing the puppy in a warm bath in s small plastic tub, gently massaging him to warm him up, and would towel both him and Eli dry. Eli would then be tucked into bed, the puppy gently held in his arms, as he fell asleep almost instantly. A few days later, after the puppy had recovered, as much as he wanted to keep it, in the end, his parents had to give the puppy away. They just couldn't afford to take care of one, and poor Eli was completely and utterly heartbroken by that fact. At the time, he didn't understand that his parents wished they could let him keep the puppy, but didn't have the money to, all he knew was when he was eight, that he would never have a puppy ever again... - Present - Opening his eyes, now he understood why his parents had forced him to give the puppy up. Smiling bitterly, with his parents now gone, now he could never apologize to them for the way he had acted back then. Looking down, he would notice that Sam had fallen asleep in his lap, as he gently stroked the puppy's back, the little guy snoring away gently, even pawing slightly at Eli's hand, as he smiled slightly. Even in his sleep, Sam reacted to Eli's touch, the little guy really loved him that much. Eli loved dogs, he would've had one too, except he couldn't afford one, and his schedule wasn't exactly the best either, which made him glad Sam was a stray. Although Eli sometimes fed the little guy when he came to visit, most of the time Sam found his own food, which meant he didn't rely on Eli all the time for food like a normal pet dog would. Glancing back up at the night sky, it brought back memories of the last time he had sat up here like this, it was the night that his parents had died in the car accident that took both their lives. His mother had managed to hold on long enough for Eli to say goodbye to her, but eventually succumbed to her extensive injuries... - Thirteen Years Old: Dead Stare -
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*That was the only sound heard in the stark white room, as rain combined with wind battered against the window, drops of water running down the glass pane. A lone figure sat in the chair beside the bed in the room, as Eli watched the rain fall outside, his arms folded across his chest lightly. He had come almost immediately after he had heard on the news that three people had been involved in a car accident, and that two of the casualties were his parents. He didn't want to believe that his dad had passed away and his mom was barely hanging onto her life, hell, he didn't even want to believe they had been involved in an accident in the first place. But right now, all that mattered to Eli was that he was going to stick by his mom's side, no matter what. He continued to stare out the window silently, before looking at his mom, who laid unconscious on the bed, monitors beeping, ghostly green waves the only visible sign that she was still here with him. Stretching his right hand out, Eli gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, trying to be as careful as he could. Moving his hand away, he immediately clenched it into a fist, as he looked at his mom, a calm but sad look in his ice blue eyes. Every day since he learned she had ended up in the hospital and was just barely hanging on, he had come to visit her, even if she would eventually die. Fighting to stay awake, Eli's head would droop down before he jerked awake. Before he knew it, Eli had given in to his exhaustion and fell asleep, his arms folded lightly across his chest as he snored quietly. He always came in the morning before class started and immediately after his classes were done, staying until visiting hours were over and he had to be literally dragged out of the hospital. Shifting slightly in his sleep, his mouth opened slightly as he continued to snore away. Hours later, his mother quietly passed away, and with a funeral arranged soon after, Eli would say goodbye to both his parents... forever... - Present -Eli continuing to absentmindedly scratch Sam behind his ears, he'd feel the little guy shift slightly in his sleep, snooze in his lap, it looked like he'd have a guest staying for the night, since Sam was already fast asleep, and he didn't want to wake the little guy up. Eli couldn't help but feel somewhat thankful that he was the only person up on the rooftop at this time of night, because then no one would see the tears running down his face. It was hard not to cry, he missed his parents greatly. Gently climbing to his feet, while making sure not wake Sam up, he'd head back to his apartment. Once he reached his apartment door, he opened it, and headed inside and closed his door behind him, locking it. He then headed to his room, Sam still cradled in his arms, and would gently deposit the puppy on his bed, as he began to get ready for bed. While he changed into a pair of flannel pants and a loose white t-shirt, he would notice the American football jersey of his favorite player hanging in his closet, and would smile slightly, he remembered the first time he had been introduced to the sport, and had loved it ever since... - Fifteen Years Old: Play It Again -Eli sat underneath a tree, watching a movie on his iPhone, his pet puppy, Sam, lying in his lap, as the evening sun shined through the tree branches, casting shadows here and there. People passed by him, but he mostly ignored them, as the black hoodie he wore that was unzipped blew slightly in the wind, he was also wearing loose black track pants and his black Converse shoes. Since his headphones were on, he was blissfully unaware of the fact that part of his horoscope that he had read in the newspaper, that said: "You'll be facing a potential challenge head-on" was coming true until it was too late. *BAM!* Rubbing the side of his aching head, his headphones having fallen off from the impact, he paused his movie and hung his headphones around his neck as he looked around, slightly annoyed, before picking up the object that had collided with his head, and looked down at it, seeing it was an American football. Instantly brightening up, he zipped his hoodie up and deposited his puppy inside his hoodie, as Sam stuck his head and front paws out through the opening of Eli's hoodie. He then began to spin the ball in one hand with little to no effort, chuckling as he saw Sam's head move around as he followed the motion of the ball, his other hand inside his pocket keeping Sam supported and assuring he didn't fall out through the bottom of Eli's hoodie. Hearing a voice call out to him, he'd see a group of guys and girls wave at him, indicating for him to throw the ball back to them. Lining the shot up, he'd pull his arm back, and throw the football right at them, the football spiraling through the air, before being caught easily by the guy he had been aiming for. Just as Eli turned to leave, he heard them call out to him again, asking him to join him. After some thought, he agreed, and headed over to them, and had a blast playing with them, it was after all, all in the name of fun... - Present -Smiling to himself, ever since that day, Eli loved playing football, he even tried out for the team, even though he was in his last year of high school. What could he say, he wanted to play, even if it was for a little while. Climbing into bed, Sam sleepily lifting his head up before crawling his way over, Eli would pull the puppy underneath his blanket and gently cuddle the little guy, and before long, he fell asleep. Good memories. Sad memories. No matter what they were, they were all his memories, and that was all that mattered. (OOC: Word count minus BB coding and this out of character note: 1933)
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Post by Emma Anderson on Sept 26, 2012 1:11:53 GMT -6
Her parents were fighting again, something that had been a common occurrence ever since she could remember. Well, that was not entirely true. She remembered a time before the accident, before Frank had walked out, that everything was perfect. They had been happy, and she could swear that until the day that her brother walked out, she had never seen her Mother cry. But that was then, and this was now, never more thankful than when they argued that she could not hear.
Easily enough, she could turn her back on them, go to her room and shut the door and just pretend that it wasn't happening. Oh sure, on the outside, they always seemed the happy family, and where she was concerned, they were all very happy....but it was the two of them that just couldn't seem to get together and stop with the verbal assault on each other. She was not naive enough to not realize why it was they fought, but she sometimes tried to pretend like it wasn't entirely her fault.
Easier said than done on days like this.
This fight had been over money, as was most of their fights these days. Her Dad had dipped into the savings to buy himself something, something for work, and her Mom had found out. The savings, of course being to pay for that stupid surgery they wanted to put Emma through. All in hopes that she would again be able to hear. A surgery that she didn't want, but that she honestly had no say so in at this point.
She could hear their raised voices, garbled through the device that they made her wear. It had been hard to make out, but the fact that they were in the other room had left her certain as to what was going on. A quick glance into the kitchen, seeing her Mom's exaggerated expressions and movements confirming it. Their mouths only proving to provide her with enough information to know that she should go to her room.
The second her door shut, she reached up and ripped the device from her ear, throwing it atop her dresser and immersing herself in the silence that she now took so much solace in. It was like a warm blanket, wrapping about her and lulling her into a false sense of security, the one true constant in her life.
Walking to her dresser, she would pull open the bottom drawer and reach down within the clothing to pull free an old, ragged looking photo album. The pages were worn from the number of times she had flipped through it over the years, often losing herself in the past in order to forget about what was going on in the present. It was a cheap method of escape, but it was all she really had when she couldn't very well get in her car and drive off....When she didn't have anyone to talk to about what was going on...only her silence and her drawings which littered the walls of her room.
Laying down on her bed, she would fall onto her back, head nestling into the pillows as she held the album up over her face and flipped it open. The first picture, one of her and her brother when she was an infant, being the first to spark a memory inside her mind. None of that day, but of the first real memory that she did have of him.
She had been about three years old, and her parents had left for some sort of party, leaving her in his care. Sure, he had not been too old at the time, but he had been more than capable of taking care of her. In fact, he took care of her a lot when their parents went out, and those were some of the happiest memories that she had from her time before the accident.
Smiling to herself, she thought back over that night....her eyes closing for a moment and the memory washing over her in a slow, but steady wave.
She kissed her Mom goodbye and given her Daddy big hugs before she was shuffled into the arms of her brother. Her parents spoke to him, but she wasn't paying a bit of attention, having decided that this was the time to start begging him to play with her. Well, it wasn't like he didn't play with her anyway, but this was her shot at getting him to play dolls or something else...something he never seemed to want to play when Daddy was home.
So naturally, she had started just rattling off a million and one things that she wanted to do, getting frustrated because he seemed to be paying no attention to her, but instead listening to whatever their dad was saying. Her little hands clasping his face about the cheeks to turn his focus on her. "I wanna pway!" Her little tone rather demanding. Though soon enough he would just laugh at her and shake his head.
Their parents were gone, and it was just the two of them. However, he didn't take her upstairs to play one of her games, but instead took her into the kitchen and set her down onto the counter. At first, she had been utterly confused, but then he began to rummage through the fridge, pulling out various things she was not allowed to eat this late, and setting them on the counter. Any and all thoughts of complaint ceasing as she saw this, and an excited giggle being released.
She knew what this was. He was going to let her help him cook! Her small hand clapping rather happily as she waited. She loved being able to do this, another thing that didn't happen often if their parents were home.
She opened her eyes, smiling at the memory and just shaking her head slightly. She had been soooo hyper for a good chunk of the evening, before crashing out hard in his lap as they watched some movie on the television. She couldn't recall what movie that had been, but she knew that she had pretty much begged and pleaded and jerked his arm until he relented and gave in. God, she really wished she could remember.
But, like so many things, it was lost to time. The thought making her sigh a bit before she would turn the page to a picture of her in her ballet costume. She was four. It was her final ballet recital before she had gone deaf, and it was by far the most memorable. Perhaps, the fact that it was her last, making it so...though she couldn't be sure.
As she turned another page in the photo album, a picture would fall out. One of her and a small puppy that she had been hugging. She was about 3 in the photo, and though she could not remember the details, she could remember the time when she was 7 and her parents had decided that having a dog was too much trouble, with their still struggling deaf daughter.
But I don't want to get rid of Buddy! She had been signing it to her Mother with tears streaking down her face as she jerked her her Mom's dress, trying to get her to look at her. A little sob escaping her, though there was no sound, just the tickling at the back of her throat.
Her mom had not listened and the next thing she knew, she was standing on that porch watching her Mom drive off with Buddy in the back of the SUV. Her only thought, being that she couldn't stand that porch, because it seemed like all too often she was standing there, watching the things she loved leave her forever.
The tears built within her eyes and a small whimper would escape her, though as always, she was oblivious to the fact. Softly, she would sigh and shake her head, closing her eyes for a moment and letting herself find some bit of composure.
Soon, she would again flip the pages of the album until she settled upon one of her, by herself, in front of the T.V just staring at the screen. It was meant to be a cute picture, she knew that, but she didn't see it that way. No, it was a stressful, rather sad memory for her.
She was so frustrated, staring at the screen as the woman before her would start to sign out things and then put it on the bottom of the screen for her to read. It was a learning tape, and though it was meant to help Emma, all it did was frustrate her more and more. She could barely read, let alone learn to read and sign at the same time.
The entire thing had ended rather badly, with Emma getting mad and taking the movie out to throw it across the room and then run up to her room and lock herself in. She had been so angry still, over what had happened to her. So mad about the hand she had been dealt.
She sighed once more, rolling onto her side and wrapping her arms about the photo album. Eyes closing as she tried not to let her memories haunt her too much...eventually ending up drifting off and into a rather peaceful sleep. Staying that way the rest of the night.
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Legion
Fresh Blood
[M:5150]
Posts: 580
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Post by Legion on Sept 30, 2012 8:48:25 GMT -6
The body before him like he had been performing quite the biopsy, Legion had been doing a lot of thinking. Something that he found he could do, at some one else's expense, as evidenced by the now lifeless body in front of him. He found that if he carved someone up and tried hard enough he could use that suffering that they felt to think, their pain something of a calming effect for him. But as he looked at this body, all torn up, carved up in a precise manner he couldn't help but go back, quite against his will. To a different life. One that he knew wasn't his, but Patrick O'Connor's, though he lived it as if it were his own:
"I was good Mister. I did everything that you told me to, do I get to see mommy now?" The girl asked earnestly, looking at him hope clear in her eyes.
"Yes yer going to see your mommy now" Patrick lied kindness. The girl had been a very hard worker. Very good compared to the rest of the others. Working hard in hope of seeing her mother, but Patrick knew the truth (though Legion wasn't really sure how he knew, sometimes he knew things that made these memories make more sense, sometimes he didn't), the girl's mother had been harvested when they had taken the girl. Legion knew that Patrick had personally saw to that himself.
"Where is she?" The girl asked excitedly.
"In the next room, hurry!" Patrick chuckled with a smile, playing it up. Although when she finally stepped into the room there was nothing but a surgery table and a small table of tools. As the girl looked around Patrick grabbed a mask that was pumping anesthesia so that when she turned around to give him that betrayed and confused look he grabbed her head and shoved the mask on her face, letting the gas knock her out and getting to work.
Though Legion knew what Patrick O'Connor had been doing he didn't know why. And that confused him. He figured he would chalk that up to what Azura had said about Patrick, or him, being a bad person. Because she couldn't lie to him right? Well he remembered her admitting to him that she didn't know much. But there was something perturbing about this memory to him. If Patrick O'Connor had honestly been a human, who had a child, why would he do something like that? Something that gnawed at the back of his mind, because he really had no timeframe for any of this. All he knew was that Patrick felt nothing when he did that. Not even pleasure or joy, he just did, no emotion. That was something out of Legion's comprehension and that disturbed him slightly.
That memory driving him to know more though, but his knowledge was scattered and he didn't have much else to go on, other then the Patrick he seemed to know was a mix of two worlds it seemed. On the one hand he remembered being about to kill himself, for the Kazumi, that he hardly remembered. Seemed to suggest that there was something more to this man, even if he felt nothing when he did things that normal humans would find utterly repulsive. That memory alone and that memory of him holding that dead woman's hand making Legion wonder if Patrick was just incredibly selfish. But those few memories of Kazumi seemingly fucking with that. It was just so frustrating, Legion slamming his hand on the dash of his last victims truck as he drove past an alley in a bad neighborhood, where he had another flash:
Machine pistol shoved out of the window Patrick unloaded indiscriminately into the man, making an effort to be random with his shot patterns. Legion realizing that he was trying to make it seem as if an amateur did it. As the man died Patrick got out of the beater of a car and checked the man's pulse before retrieving a severed hand from the car. Planting finger prints on the gun he had just used Patrick dropped the gun in a trash can, knowing that the owner of the hand was already dead and hacked up, a trademark of the man he had just killed's gang.
Legion wasn't sure why but he knew that Patrick had done this to start a gang war. The question of why alluding him. Once again seeming inhuman. While he felt no guilt for his actions he did find it rather perturbing that Patrick O'Connor seemed to be a bad person. But according to Azura Patrick had been trying to change. That didn't seem to fit though. This Patrick seemed like a cold monster, like himself, but he was willing to kill himself for this Kazumi woman? In a story he didn't fully understand, even though he was told. It seemed like a whole one eighty, which is what Legion was doing now in his truck. He knew who would have answers, which he desperately needed right now.
Because Legion, though it didn't seem so pressing at this moment, wanted a soul, nothing more then that. Something that he wasn't sure Patrick O'Connor had, which would explain a lot really, but that man didn't seem to care about not having one, at least not to Legion's point of view. And that was concerning to him, because Azura had said he was so much more then just a demon, but also that he was Patrick O'Connor. From what he knew about this man right now, how could that possibly be true, him more then a demon? But this Patrick fellow seemed like nothing but a monster, save a few out of place memories. He didn't want to think Azura was lying but things were just getting more and more confusing and she, admittedly, wasn't the one to go to.
So Legion parked the truck out side that Kazumi woman's house. Slowly, hesitantly he got out of the truck. Not entirely sure that this woman would help him after last time they met. Not entirely sure he would want the answers anymore, uncertain of who this Patrick was. Or even Kazumi for that matter, because she had married the guy. But as he cautiously made his way up the porch he had another flash back, one that would keep him from turning around and retreating.
Patrick made his way up the new porch. He had never seen it before. Kazumi must have done it while he was away. Patrick felt good. Great even. Felt everything. He was happy and that was unhindered, not dulled any longer. The effects of the drugs and alcohol meant to hide the pain completely gone. His head turning to see Kazumi, bringing a smile to his face. It had been too long, and she was well along now. Pregnant. With all that shit finally behind him Patrick was more then ready to get on with his life now. To start a family with Kazumi. To marry her with no regrets.
Legion's brow furrowed, even more confused. Patrick felt pain? He was an alcoholic and a drug addict? That didn't fit with his other memories. Patrick had been happy? Ready to move on with his life? What the hell did that mean? To start a family? He still didn't remember the girl, but now he remembered Kazumi being pregnant. Remembered it being his child. But he had to admit feeling those emotions from Patrick was unsettling. Still not sure what think, but maybe Azura was right. But then what did that mean? What did it mean for his future? Could she still be wrong? Because if Patrick didn't have a soul, could he have possibly gain it back? Had he? What if he hadn't, what would that mean for Legion?
There was a sense of unease about all of this, his hand extended, ready to press the door bell. Frozen in indecision of whether or not to turn back...
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Post by Sapphira Wolfe on Sept 30, 2012 20:53:58 GMT -6
Three memories, now that's hard. Particularly in a life that was none too memorable. Flashbacks would strike as many in such sets that would boggle the mind, Sapphira living in a constant netherworld to where dillusion and reality stood at a constant trade of battle. Nestled away calmly in her crib, the earliest memory the tiny girl could muster as a staunch faced man looked down at her not a smile in place but rather a blank expression that could be perceived as a scowl. A long scar running down the right side of his face muddled into his cheek where a dimple would be seen provided that a smile was set in place.
"Are you certain that this is the right idea?"
A voice coming from behind the man, an effeminate one of course drawing his brows attentively but not redirecting his gaze from being locked on Sapphira.
"What would you have me do? The world is not a safe place, and we're exactly the reason."
His features turned somber, that scowl broken turning downwards into a frown and a bleak look overtook his face. Small liquid marks at the base of his eyes left those cerulean eyes glimmering back.
"I will always love you Sapphira, stay safe."
Crushing heartache would meet the girl as she awoke from the turbid nightmare. Or maybe it was the one good dream she could muster always relating back to it when she felt lost in search of her brother. It wasn't long before another crippling blow left her staggering in reminder of yesteryear.
Kneeling this time, not by choice but by force it would seem. A boy stood over her with a wooden katana positioned over her left shoulder, splinters jutting out from where he'd hit the formulation of a bruise rugged and bleeding placed there.
"Now will you yield.."
Came another voice from behind the young boy facing her. Sapphira's only response was to spit, a coagulation of blood and saliva dropping short of her intended target and dribbling over her lips coating the front of her shirt. "I see." A silent, veiled nod as the man waved a hand. The boy in turn looked through saddened hues and shifted his shoulders, the wooden blade coming around thwacking her head hard enough to level her. Thought to be out the voice continued.
"Raphael, soon enough your training will be complete. That was just another step on your way to glory.. finish her."
With that a fiery explosion erupted in the room sending the place to tatters and Sapphira back to reality.
Or was it reality? This time she knelt before a similar scene. Although the room was different the face of the elderly man was the same, albeit scarred and deformed his scraggly beard making a fearsome face to look at. Her head cocked low, familiar bruises and battered marks about her but still a defiant look in her eyes.
"Now send the message to the Vrykolas and Xin Shu clans."
"Yes my Lord."
Her pose rising to leave managing to turn full about and leave lingering hues on the ground before his voice cleared menacingly grasping her attention.
"And don't think I don't know about your fools errand.. keep to business and your curiosities will be revealed through hard work."
Somehow she very much doubted that. Without a word Sapphira would duck out. It wasn't long though before she'd made it to New York, and by then news had spread quickly through the triads and mafia supported gangs about the world. They'd fallen. The Darkyn headquarters and leader blown to bits. What could have instigated such a reprise? Sapphira turned into a narrow corridor of her empty loft before biting her lower lip, brow furrowed in deep thought managing to spite only one thing. Curiosities through hard work. Pft. Looks as though that wasn't the answer here. Instead she'd apply it to her own curiosities presuming that this matter of hard work could simply be exposed through searching extravagantly for her brother. Manila envelope pulled open abruptly and hands tearing at the sheets.
That was only two weeks before heading out to Public High School #8011. Things had changed drastically since those days.
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