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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 26, 2005 5:25:14 GMT -5
Her mind shied away fom the horror of it, trying to remember the good times. A human relfex of sorts.
No matter how bad things had been, no matter how painful...she had known, in some dark corner of their hearts she had been loved, or needed...or cared for.
Perhaps that had been their mistake.
She stared blankly at the redened walls and did her best not to scream. It wasn't easy. A cursed child suh as she was should be hardened to heartache by now, immured to blood shed...but no. These people whom had taken her into their household, these people who had shared their lives, no matter how forcefully...would be missed.
What would she do now? Run? Hide? As she had for years? Yearning for that which was obviously never to be hers?
Claren stood up, wiped the crimson streaks from her arms and shed a tear or two, looking around teh squalid, one room apartment and nodded to herself. She would cry, she owuld mourn, but l;ife moved on...adn perhaps...perhaps next time the parents woudl be strong, wopuld be quick...would be able to survive...
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Post by adam_bat on Mar 8, 2005 14:47:29 GMT -5
"Don't cry little one." A dark voice spoke up. Krean perched on the windows ledge looking about the bloodied room then down on Claren with great approval. His figure was hunched and covered over with a dark long coat, face hidden beneath the brim of a beaten and worn old hat. He chuckled and hissed at the bodies and finally removed his hands from the ledge they held and clapped for the child. "It is a job most well done."
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Post by InsanePenman on Mar 9, 2005 17:04:07 GMT -5
"Bah." Another voice piped, coming from a figure that was suddenly lounging against the wall, though he certainly hadn't been there before. He was dressed normally enough, if not for this particular scene...wearing your average businessman's suit and light a cigarette idly.
"Ever too free with praise, Krean. The woman could've been handled better, and the man came this close to getting away..." he shrugged, holding up his fingers in the traditional "little" symbol. "Though, in the end, it all amounts to the same...so I suppose there's no reason to nitpick."
So saying, he joined in the applause lethargically, his claps coming sharp and rhythmically, but slow enough that they hardly seemed applause at all.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Mar 9, 2005 17:08:16 GMT -5
Claren tensed as both figures spoke. Ah yes.....her....guardians.
Almost as inescapable as the ill fortune that followed her. "Why didn't you stop me?' she hissed at them ingeneral.
"I could have stayed. It coul have been good, they'd have ben nice eventually...."
Yea, her failing, wanting to be part f a family, no matter how wrong or abusive, a family.
Always the hope of the outsider to belong after all.
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Post by adam_bat on Mar 10, 2005 0:38:57 GMT -5
"You, always looking for precision and skill when its passion that's important." He hissed back at the one on the couch. "She was in the moment here, rage in its purest and most delightful form."
He ran a finger along the wall and wiped off a spatter of blood, licking it and chuckling. "Child, they would never have been 'nice'. A family...just isn't for you, let alone a 'nice' family. You have your place here, amongst a pile of fresh bodies and red spray of blood."
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Post by InsanePenman on Mar 10, 2005 0:54:30 GMT -5
"Hrmph. Passion counts for nothing; skill is what unveils passion to the world. No artist ever became great by throwing paint down at random, and this is art in its sublimest form." the well-dressed man growled.
"Why didn't we stop you? Well, I can't speak for my...friend...here, but there's little sweeter than the purest anguish. And them before they died, you after...I must admit, dear, you're one great scene after another."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Mar 10, 2005 2:44:54 GMT -5
...she would honestly beleive that these two were figments of her own mind if they tended to use a vocabulary that she knew.
"I don't like being your art piece" she growled, her crimson arms raised in denial. "Leave me alone!"
They were lying. She could be happy. Kids were suppose to be happy. Kids didn't do...this...
...was she a kid?
With a strangled cry she tore through the door and into the night.
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Post by adam_bat on Mar 10, 2005 2:48:11 GMT -5
He chuckled and turned on the window sill to look out and down into the street. "Precious little thing isn't she?"
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Post by InsanePenman on Mar 10, 2005 2:54:35 GMT -5
"Simply adorable." he grinned...and stood, following with a calm, even playful step...indeed, he quite happily danced down the porch steps for a moment. No need to rush, after all.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Mar 10, 2005 2:56:57 GMT -5
How come something like this happened, she always ended up in a park, at night, on a swing?
Dried blood prickled on her arms and yet she swung dully back and forth.
"Why? swing "Why?" swing. NIce pattern for her. And endless one unfortunately. Why did SHE get to be followed by two creepy...people? Tghings? Beings?
How come she always woke up covered in blood?
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Post by adam_bat on Mar 10, 2005 3:06:06 GMT -5
He followed after the other, coat flowing smoothly to cover his form and not hardly making a sound as he went. He found her as they so often did, in the park, on a swing. With a quick and easy movement he was up in a tree, sitting easily on a branch and looking down at her. "Why? Because you're gifted so. And one should never waste thier gifts."
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Post by InsanePenman on Mar 10, 2005 3:10:28 GMT -5
"And, moreover, why not?" Another, lighter voice chimed, coming from the second figure, resting comfortably against a nearby lamp-post. "It's hardly as if it's a bad thing...necessarily. It all depends on your point of view."
"Which is why you're on a swing, rather than finding something else to add to tonight's distinguished agenda."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Mar 10, 2005 3:12:33 GMT -5
"Killing isn't a gift, it isn't something I can take pride in" she hissed. "I don't even remeber when it happens." she almost wailed.
"Who are you and why do you keep following me?"
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Post by adam_bat on Mar 10, 2005 3:15:58 GMT -5
"You don't remember because you don't wish too. Eventually you will though. A time will come when you delight in the act and the memories and then you will no longer have to ask 'why?'" He said this with a cold logic and simply grinned at her question regarding him and the other.
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Post by InsanePenman on Mar 10, 2005 3:18:43 GMT -5
The question was enough to send the other sauntering over with a cocky grin, stopping behind her on the swing...and beginning to push as she squng back each time. Done by anyone else, in any other situation, it would've been perfectly normal...
"It's a magnificent gift. You just need to realize it. Then the memories will stay...and I am what I am, and I follow you because I do. And, as always, I don't deign to speak for my counterpart."
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