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Post by Moonlight on Aug 11, 2010 15:08:34 GMT -5
Her gaze was coolly stoic, emotionless. Levelly staring ahead, straight through the man in front of her. Hands bound in front of her, the tether held in his grip. Innocence mattered not, apparently. And her tongue would only be cut out if she objected to the sentence. Booted and bare feet made a quiet duet along the cold flagstone floor, prying eyes boring into her. A seemingly frigid barrier, however, blocked out the turmoil going on inside of her. This would be nothing less than going through the fires. And there was only worse to come, so it would seem. It'd be a miracle if she survived, in tact.
Frigid.
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Post by Sabaku No Akaiame on Aug 11, 2010 18:39:02 GMT -5
The blonde looked down at the floor as he stood in the dimly lit room, feeling tense and edgy. His mission hadn't gone so well, and now, he had been called to the leader's office. Probably to get yelled at.
"Look at me." a cold voice ordered as the assassin quickly whipped his head up, staring right into the icy eyes. The bearer cleared his throat, throwing him a frigid glare before continuing. "You know what happens when you fail, don't you?"
The blonde's shoulders sagged and he frowned. Yes, yes he did know what happened when he failed.
"Please don't take him away again..."
Unlike any other
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128Up!
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These mushrooms are MINE!....Right?
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Post by 128Up! on Aug 12, 2010 11:26:50 GMT -5
The young woman was standing alone in the crowd. She knew she had powers beyond the realms of scientific explanation...and this troubled her.
"This fire..." she muttered, "...is part of my soul. I don't wish to burn into nothing..."
She looked down at her ignited hands, then shed a teardrop...she wanted nothing more than to be normal like everyone else. Her eyes turned a blazing blue when her head raised to the clouds.
As the rain fell onto her fiery frame, she saw the crowd slowly burning up, too...was she really alone in this world? I really doubt it...
Old Situation, New Trick
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Post by Moonlight on Aug 28, 2010 9:28:58 GMT -5
He smiled slightly, simply arching a brow. Offering no alternative reaction. He knew this all too well, and was not about to muck it up again. Warm steel brushing his hand underneath the pocket of his coat, the short barrel acting as a safeguard of confidence. This time, he was not weaponless. Nor would he yield.
"You seem amused."
"I only see a familiar situation this time. It is nothing new. And this time, my friend, you gain nothing," he said softly, withdrawing the revolver from his pocket. All six rounds freshly loaded before the meeting. Faster than the knife in his opponent's hand. "Return my wife."
Ivory and Onyx.
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Post by 128Up! on Aug 28, 2010 11:13:27 GMT -5
The young, slender explorer descended into the glittering caves. Precious gems galore! Diamonds lined the ceiling, emeralds and rubies covered the walls. Barely any dull stones in sight.
"I need to collect some of these. I reckon..." Her eyes then glanced into the murky depths of a nearby pool. "A tusk! I never thought I'd see one of these for years!"
Her smooth hands clasped the shining white shard, pulling it from its dark resting place. Now just one thought came to her mind. "Now. How can I get some other jewels out?"
She set on the diamonds...and worked.
A Pivotal Reminder
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Post by Zorayda on Oct 14, 2010 10:09:31 GMT -5
The people before her leapt into the sky, their colorful gear quickly turning to specks as they fell to the ground.
"Woohoo!" One shouted before pulling his ripcord. The parachute immediately yanked him to a screeching halt as the young woman watched.
"C'mon, Z," the person before her pleaded. The young woman shook her head. She was terrified of heights.
"I don't want to do this, it's too dangerous," the young woman said, her voice shaking. Her friend came and tugged at her hand.
"It's safe, I promise! You'll have someone with you to pull the ripcord," he said. But the woman shook her head again.
"I said no," she muttered dangerously. The man shrugged and jumped out of the plain. The young woman turned away, ashamed of her cowardice, and brushed her hair behind her ear. Her fingers touched the scar on her cheeck as she did so, and she was suddenly reminded of an event that nearly ended her life.
The reminder of her mortality.
She sat down next to the pilot and remained silent for the rest of the entire trip.
Care to dance?
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Post by Moonlight on Oct 14, 2010 10:27:18 GMT -5
She’d been hiding out in the shadows all night, arms crossed as she observed the couples that seemed to change hands off and on. While she’d been to smaller dance parties before, the sheer size of this had intimidated her. The light lilac of her gown didn’t really help her blend in, but most had passed by. Glancing up from the polished floor when someone stopped in front of her, offering a small uncertain smile. A surprisingly gentle one graced the young man’s lips as he gave a slight bow, offering one hand towards her. “Would you care to dance, Milady?”
Blood.
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Post by Zorayda on Oct 14, 2010 10:35:05 GMT -5
This life-giving liquid is essential to every human being. It pumps and flows noisily through veins and arteries, delivering essential chemicals to the body. I can hear it as I lay my head upon the breast of this woman I lay with, this silly and empty-headed girl I persuaded to my bed.
She sighs and strokes my hair, now satisfied and content; however, my needs are only half-met. Her blonde tresses are curled about the edges of my pillow, the indigo color of the Egyptian cotton contrasting sharply against them.
I lift my head up, coming out of the trance that the sounds of her heart and blood have put me in, and smile at her before driving my fangs into her jugular. Moments later she is dead.
I don't know what to feel anymore. My needs are met but I feel empty. I lift her limp body to dispose of it elsewhere and note that her blonde hair has been dyed the shade of sunset.
Sing me a song...
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Post by Diamond on Oct 14, 2010 18:54:13 GMT -5
“Sing me a song,” the girl asked.
“I don't sing,” the boy said.
“For me? Just once?”
“No. I can't sing, I don't like singing. What would I even sing about?”
“You could sing a song of love, or heartache, or friends, or travel, countless things!”
The boy laughed. “You're trying to get a point across to me, aren't you?”
“Maybe,” she winked.
“Fine. I'll sing. Sing a song of sixpence~, a pocket full of rye. Four-and-twenty blackbirds-”
“Oh, you're impossible!” the girl pouted.
“I just can't win, can I?”
All for you.
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Post by Zorayda on Oct 16, 2010 15:24:15 GMT -5
The man stood back from his finished work of art. Scarlet paint was visible at the tips of his fingers and a satisfied half-smile came to his lips. He looked...calm, serene, and at ease with the world. This art was for her. This piece was inspired by her beauty, her grace. He loved her so...
She came down the steps and into the foyer, her eyes locking onto his work. Her mouth opened in shock.
"Do you like it?" He asked. I did it for you.
She screamed, the eyes of the dead body and the scarlet blood making her freeze in terror. She could not look away.
"It's all for you, my love..."
Unwanted
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