It's All in Your Head (Luna, Shrimp)

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It's All in Your Head (Luna, Shrimp) Feb 28, 2011 0:11:28 GMT -5

Post by Eastern Orange on Feb 28, 2011 0:11:28 GMT -5

Freighter; The Protector
Alina; The Shield
Morrigan; The Floozy
Trigger; The Bitch

“Ha, ha, you—” I cut myself off abruptly. I have no clue what I was about to say. I have no clue where I am. And I definitely don’t know whose arm I’m clutching. Shit, it’s happened again.

Shit, shit, shit. I was just about to score too!

Morrigan! Again? Trogon is not going to be able to take much more of this.

I know, I know! But I didn’t ask her to take over, did I?

I feel tears spring to my eyes, and panic bubble on my chest. I’m surrounded by three boys, all of which I don’t know. We are walking up a hill that I have never seen, in a part of the district that I’ve never been too. Why does this happen to me? Last thing I remember is that I was in my room struggling to do my history homework.

“Hey Morrigan.” One of the men say—because they are definitely men I now realize—putting a hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay, baby? You suddenly got ghost white.” I whimper as he clutched at me. “My name is not Morrigan!” I shriek, and claw at his hands. He gives an exclamation of surprise, and lets go of me. “Whoa, calm down.”

The three men all look at me with mix of shock and anger on their faces. I stand in the middle of them, breathing heavily, and looking around wildly for a way to escape. “Hey, bitch.” One spits at me, a snarl working its way onto his face. “This was your idea.” I don’t say anything to that, and just fold my arms across my chest and hunch my shoulders, trying to appear as small as possible.

You see what you got Trogon into? I’m gonna have to kill those motherfuckers.

Clam down, Trigger. They’ll just leave. You’ll see.

Whatever Morrigan. This shit needs to stop. Freighter are you ready?

I’m watching, don’t worry.

“Where am I?” I whimper at the one that looks the most sympathetic, the one that hasn’t said anything. “I—I just want to get back home.” I’m shivering, and I realize that I’m wearing a strapless shirt, and a skirt that barely constitutes as underwear, let alone a skirt. The tears that have been building up fall in heavy streams down my face. Now that I’m paying attention I can feel that I have makeup heavily applied to my eyes and lips, which for some reason makes me cry harder.

The sympathetic one’s face turns hard and writhes with disgust. Okay not so sympathetic. “Ugh, girls like you make me sick! You were hanging all over us, promising us the best experience of our lives, and then you turn into this sniveling brat.” He steps forward and with no effort at all, shoves me on my ass, and then proceeds to spit on me.

And with that the mysterious men who called me Morrigan are gone.

I wipe the snot and saliva off my face, and rub it on the grass; tears blurring my vision, and sobs shaking my body. I feel dirty. Who knows what happened before I came to my senses. How they must have been touching me before! My skin starts to crawl, and I swear I can feel a man’s hands trailing across my body. I bring my knees to my chest, and start to rock slowly back and forth.

Why were they so mad at me? It would have been so bad, if that hadn’t gotten so angry. It wasn’t my fault that that happened. I would never have done that if I was in my right mind. But what really messes me, is that I have no clue how many times I didn’t come to my senses. How many men have a led to this hill? Was I even a virgin?

I’m crying uncontrollably now, not only at this situation, but at all that have undeniably occurred, and the ones that I would be powerless to stop.

Morrigan you fucking whore! How is you fooling around with anything that has a heart beat helping Trogon?

Who says I want to help that bitch?

Ugh! She is too aware of herself at the moment! I can’t transition!

At some point I’m able to drag myself to the apple tree, where I curl up in a ball underneath its sprawling branches. However am I supposed to find my way home? This has happened before…but I was always on the street or in a shop. Somewhere where there were people. This time, I’m on a hill. Alone. What the crap am I to do now? At least I have my sobs have quieted down to an occasional whimper.

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It's All in Your Head (Luna, Shrimp) Mar 4, 2011 20:51:44 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Mar 4, 2011 20:51:44 GMT -5

ooc: I apologize for the strangeness - it's my first time using him

I don't blame them for their curtain-calls because I pulled the rope.
I wanna call them back out for applause.

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Crying was never something that he was good at. He simply wasn't sensitive enough - the tears almost never seemed to well up in his eyes, dripping ever so slowly down his cheeks. In fact, he could only remember a single occasion where he actually sobbed, and it was rather recent. But today, he felt like he needed to. His mother always said that "a cry can do someone good", or something of that sort. He disagreed entirely though; the only time he had cried, it simply made him feel worse. How was it that something could make you both happy and sad? It wasn't logical to him.

So with a slight sigh, the boy laid in bed for just a little longer, before wandering out of the house. He probably wouldn't end up crying today anyways, he just felt numb. Yes, numb would be a perfect description. He felt... Strangely empty inside, like some being had ripped out his insides and tossed them to the scavengers. His heart seemed to have stopped, lying there empty and black inside of his body. She should still be here, he thought to himself, strolling along the dirt pathway. Kicking at a few stray pebbles as he walked, his mind transported him back to that day, and he shuddered, hunching his shoulders as he felt his self-esteem go down the hill.

How lovely that at that exact same time, he was passing the same hill that he had laid on with Lainey. Eyes were cast downwards, and he attempted to walk faster, away from all of the memories. It wasn't right to go back there yet, he thought. It was our spot, so I can't go there right now. Well, in his mind it was. There was never anything between him and Lainey besides friendship, so he couldn't say that in a way that would make others feel all warm inside, but to him, it was something. Guilt returned, settling in his stomach like a weight, making his insides churn.

Just then he heard shouting of some sorts, accompanied by sobs. A tad bit shocked, he contemplated hiding to see what the fuss was about, until he realized that the location of the noise was in fact, that hill. Inwardly, he groaned. Shean wanted to help whoever was in trouble (if they were actually in trouble, that is), but that hill... He shouldn't- no, he couldn't do it. He wasn't ready to go back there. The memories would be tainted now, tainted with images of her corpse lying on the ground, appendages strewn in abnormal angles. The mere thought of her corpse made him feel slightly sick, and he almost retched in a nearby bush. Kneeling on the ground, he panted, his face parallel to the floor.

By this time, most of the reprimands had stopped, and the only sounds left were of a girl whimpering every so often. Breathing deeply, Shean stood up, looking up at the silhouette of the female. Tentatively, he looked at the grass, the seeming harmless blades looking quite lethal, especially if he felt the texture against his hand, memories flooding back of the quiet times spent looking at the stars, playing music. But in response, he gritted his teeth, and started walking.

He was going to have to do this sooner or later anyway. Yet conquering this hurdle seemed near impossible. Each step he took reminded him of the glorious feelings he had when talking to her, laughing with her. He never really had a true friend before, besides her. All of those feelings had been new to him, and he had reveled in each one as they passed. But now, they only hindered his attempt to help the girl, and particularly strong memories almost made him turn around.

She might need my help, after all. That was the only thing keeping him from running back home, invisible tears running down his face. So he kept going, climbing a near impossible mental slope in order to reach the rather traumatized girl. Finally, he reached the summit, and stood there for a moment, gazing at the sky. He closed his eyes. I'm sorry, Lainey. I hope you can forgive me for intruding. They opened again, blue irises looking downward, on the trembling girl before him.

He held out his hand, an anchor for her to get up. Perhaps he stood there for a while, but he didn't bother with attempting to tell the time (it wasn't like he owned one of those fancy capitol watches or anything). He simply stood there, one hand stretched out, waiting for the girl to grab onto it, if she wanted to of course. He blinked once, twice, a few times, but nothing else moved, not even his heart, which could almost be considered to be broken.
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Last Edit: Mar 4, 2011 20:54:55 GMT -5 by shrimp

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It's All in Your Head (Luna, Shrimp) Mar 5, 2011 0:51:55 GMT -5

Post by Prince Inigo on Mar 5, 2011 0:51:55 GMT -5

(This is my first time using Amish/Adarsh. Please forgive me if it sounds strange to play him.

Note: memories/flashbacks are in first-person; post is in third-person)

Adarsh Roote Chavan

"Of course I can remember my name."

It was the day that my father left us, Mother and I. Despite the fact that he brought home the most income, he was the one leaving. My mother was on the side, just watching. She was looking at my dad with those evil looks. You know, the type that really says she wants him out. And now. It's not a look you quite forget; I can remember it pretty clearly. It was the scariest shit I had ever seen - next to that time a girl looked at me and said she wanted to eat me up. Damn. That was truly frightening. I don't know she was, but that's not something you do everyday. Eating people up because they're cute...

After checking all the stuff, my dad finally turned around and looked at the both of us. He had that face that reflected the horrific feeling in my mother's. The only reason I can put behind remembering him folding his arms is because he was glaring straight at me, reprimanding me for Capitol says what. Something about never doing well in school or never unclogging the toilet when I stuffed it up. My mother just stood there. She was such a bitch at the time. Oh my mother.

My dad said that they - whoever 'they' were - now had to decide who to go with. I suppose that 'they' also meant me, because I can recall being frightened out my wits. There was that dreadful feeling of not knowing who to go with. "What would he do?" "What would she do?" At the time, I was more concerned with getting toys and having fun. Well, damn straight. Kids gotta have their toys! It's an essential of life. I'm getting off-topic.

"Come here, _______, Adarsh." Yes. There was a pause of some sort; but, it wasn't like where she just stopped abruptly. No. No, no, no. Her sentence continued to flow. I don't think it was intentional of her, though; if I had to say myself, it's my own brain doing that dickey move. I swear this happens more. I hate it. Anyways, anyone can guess what I did. It's obvious, isn't it?

Well, okay. Yeah. It was.

Strangely, though, a tall blackness passed me by, walking the opposite direction. My eyes to turned to watch it move, and it moved. I could hear the shoes on the boards of the floor not from me, my father, or my mother but from the darkness.

How can I describe that darkness? It was like a rip in a paper: fuzzy, not real-like, and - if I were to say like an analogy - it was like a person putting a black, wooly blanket over their head. (Like we ever had the luxury for that, didn't we?) Whatever it was, it caused my mother much grief. I saw her break down and cry, face in hands and all. This shadow, whatever it was, was important to my mother and seemed to be closer to Father, because my dad widened his eyes in surprise.

Not long after, the shadow and my dad left. I was left alone with Mother, with feelings of loneliness and anger. Just like any other kid, am I right? Every kid is so full of angst, and I wasn't that much different. At least, at that moment.

But that shadow...

Brown eyes widened. Getting off from work, the tan-skinned man had been deep in his thoughts, walking through an unknown street with arms crossed. He took looks left and right, and sighed out loudly. Everything was new to him. None of the people were recognizable and gave him cursory glances; the buildings were much like the individuals walking the streets with him. "You walk without looking and land yourself on an unknown street, of course you would know your way home," he mumbled to himself. Out in front of him, the sun was shining brilliantly. More mumbles escaped his lips as the man continued walking towards the warm glow of the giant star, his hands digging themselves into baggy pockets.

He did not take any turns; he would, instead, halt his progress and take a look around the corner but always return back to walking. Continuing down the street, the man deflected any thoughts trying to penetrate his head while surveying the area. His eyes would turn to every sign, person, and object, and the tanned man would just pass them by. Everyone looks so busy. Doing something.

Another moment of stopping in front of a corner, the man could hear slight crying in the distance. He took another step down the road before ceasing again, the crying penetrating his thoughts, despite it being such a quiet thing. One deep breath rushed out of his body. His thoughts returned after thinking through, and a solemn, reserved smile flickered. Following the sounds, the skinny male walked towards the origin of such low cacophony to his ears.

Walking to the sobbing was a straightforward path. Ending up at the foot of a hill, the man tilted upwards. He could see tufts of hair, and he cocked his head to the side. "Whatever this is, I'm sure to get an answer or two out." Slowly, the man made his way towards the hill's top, taking striding steps. As best as he could, his shoes attempted to crunch the grass quietly. Any loud one was met with him stopping for a moment, freezing the pounding heart within.

Upon making the trip to the head, the man stooped low and did not continue to hike within their view. One boy and a girl were being silent, her crying being the only source of sound. Thoughts whirled through the man's head while inspecting the scene. He tried to hush the assumptions and implications of the boy holding out his hand to the crying girl. Not suspicious at all. But who can I blame? A little excitement here and there never hurt anyone.

(Oh wow. I think I totally f'ed up his personality. Man, this is actually hard. Sorry for this post. Trying to break into him and all. :/)

Last Edit: Mar 6, 2011 3:00:59 GMT -5 by Prince Inigo

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