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Walking from the Disaster (open) Oct 6, 2010 19:13:29 GMT -5

Post by ~Kayla~ on Oct 6, 2010 19:13:29 GMT -5

Clive Marshalls
Bio[/right]

I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve

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"That had gone well."

Really, in retrospect, I should have seen that one coming. There had been a reason Jordana had been so... different when I'd talked to her. She was nervous, quiet, seemingly wanting me gone. She'd kept shifting her weight and she hadn't even invited me inside. That was most definitely something polite little Jordana had never neglected to do before.

And now I knew why.

My lovely step-mother had been there. Oh, I hate that bitch with a burning passion. If I could just get my hands around her skinny little neck I'd squeeze till I couldn't squeeze anymore. She'd be gone and I'd be happy. But, unfortunately, that's not how this god-forsaken world works. No, instead she gets to scream at me and I can't do shit about it because PeaceKeepers just happened to be walking by at that exact moment. Something makes me think that wasn't a coincidence.

And Isabelle had indeed yelled at me till her throat couldn't yell anymore. First it had started off in the usual way: "What are you doing here, get the fuck away from my house!" Then it had turned personal. She'd actually had the nerve to bring the memory of my father into this. That was when I had nearly lost it and I started screaming right back at her. She is the only person who could possibly make me say so much out loud. I think I called her a million and one unmentionable names. She deserved every single one of them. But the worst part about the little fight: she'd actually forbidden me from ever seeing my half sister again.

And that's when I really did lose it.

I held my breath as clouds began to form
But you were lost in the beating of the storm
But in the end we were made to be apart
In separate chambers of the human heart

And now... I was wandering the streets, looking for a way to burn off some serious steam. I felt like hitting something, like smashing someone's head into a wall. I really wanted one particular head but at the moment anyone's would do.

Of course, I couldn't go around assaulting people. I already did enough that wasn't 'legal.' So I settled for the next best thing; getting so high I couldn't stand up. It's not like it was that hard. If you know where to look any town is crawling with illegal trades. Whether it's drugs, medicine, prohibited items... Hell! I've even seen mutts for sale in back lots. It didn't take me 10 minutes to find what I was looking for.

Two puffs of the miracle plant and all my anger seemed to be forgotten. Isabelle was just a bitchy bug waiting to be squashed. I would still see Jordana, she and I both knew that. Her words didn't have any power over me, not anymore. In my happy daze I walked down the street, not watching at all where I was going. Why should I? If people didn't want to get run over then they could get the hell out of my way.

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It's in the black and bones
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve

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Walking from the Disaster (open) Oct 11, 2010 15:22:29 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 11, 2010 15:22:29 GMT -5

Lane Ralyks!
-My Bio-

It starts with
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try

Fear was the last thing I saw in the young man's eyes, before his head separated from the muscular shoulders that belonged to his teenage frame. Deep down inside, something twisted, but that part was long forgotten by my insane mind. Guilt was never going to be a feeling I would be forced to feel. It must've been the eyes that triggered it. The way they looked up at me. Showing fear, yes. Fear was definately shown through his glassy blue eyes. Maybe a hint of anger. Who wouldn't feel angry at their killer? Something else bothered me though. Some small part of me saw pity.

Ha! Pity. Kid should've tried to beg. His head makes a thumping noise as I drop it beside his now lifeless corpse. Now was the greatest moment of a crime, or at least in my deranged mind. My fingers dipped into the bloody mess on the floor, and then went towards my now open mouth. Pressing them gently against my lips, I allowed my tongue to travel across the hot liquid. That's all your allowed Lane. My mind would shout out commands. Stop Lane. Grab the knife Lane. Wipe the fingerprints Lane. So, I followed them. Nobody else would know what's best for me, except for me. I leaned down, and picked up the heavy corpse. Now was the time to set up the story. To paint a picture, if you wish to say it like that. Gently, I lay his corpse on the bed.

This story is one of sadness. It will be one of broken hearts, and love that never truly happens. The boy's phone lay upwards, as if he was on the phone when he died. I spin the knife on my finger, and that jab it through his chest, only to wrap his hands around it.

All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away

Taking one final glance back at the boy's lifeless corpse, I head for the door. The officers will have their suspicions of who did it. But as far as they know, it looks like an act of suicide. Which will be backed up by the last call received by the phone. The boy's girlfriend. The story is set, the deed is done.

My path is commonly taken by many scientists. It passes right through the main lab complex, and therefore, it is extremely busy. Which is perfect, for if the body is found early, I will be hidden well among the crowd. Then again, it would be easy to spot the killer, if only one person in the whole crowd had blood on his hands. So, as if it was nothing, I slowly licked the layer of blood from my rough hands. I suppose there is one reason why busy roads would be bad.

A sudden force stops me in my tracks. Within seconds, I balance, pull out my knife, and look at the person that ran into me.
"Watch where you are going or you might get stabbed kid."

It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, but didn't even know
Or wasted it all just to watch you go.

all I need's a whisper in a world that only shouts

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Walking from the Disaster (open) Oct 11, 2010 22:16:03 GMT -5

Post by Rosetta on Oct 11, 2010 22:16:03 GMT -5

Monet Erisee:
Monet felt the blood surging towards her head, with a satisfying rush. She was dangling upside down on a tree limb, her legs hugging it, tightly. Her fire-red hair, curled in corkscrews, waterfalled from her head, her brown eyes fixed upon the upside-down cobblestone street of town before her.
There weren't much people around, which was okay with her. She didn't have anyone to see anyway. Her brothers were off, cutting school, just like her, probably hanging down by the old dump, with a couple of girls and some joints. Her parents were, as usual, trying to make some sort of discovery at the lab. And here Monet was, without a care in the world, hanging upside down, in a tree.
Her mother wouldn't call it very lady-like, but it wasn't like she was wearing a dress. Of course that argument would be met with the usual,
"Monet, you are 13!"
Yeah, so what? 13 was just a number, just like 12 was, and 14 will be. It didn't matter to her. She could climb trees all she wanted, up until she died. She chuckled, aloud, imagining herself, an elderly woman, dangling upside down on a tree limb, her curls still intact...except they'd be gray. She shook her head, as if the clear her mind of those images, as someone wandered into view. A man, obviously high.
Monet knew what someone who was high looked like. Her brothers had made her aware of it. Too many times had she seen them come home, eyes wide, spacey looks about them, too confused to notice her. She'd gotten high before. One time, on a late night outing with her brothers and their friends. The smell had been strong, as they passed around the little green joint, taking a whiff, a calm looking passing over them, before handing it off. Finally, it had come to her, and lay in her lap. She could only stare.
"Try it, Monet!" One of her brothers urged her. "Might as well, now." The boys had snickered, as the then 12 year old, took a whiff.
It was like nothing mattered, all of a sudden, as if she were light as a cloud, and floating, far away. She couldn't wait to try more...that is, until Mom and Dad found out, and brought the drug tests for her brothers, and that was the end of that.
Now, she watched this man, with the spiked hair. Another man came into view, and she watched them, the only scene to watch in the desolate street. The second man told the first man something, and for the first time, Monet noticed the blood, and the knife...blood and knife?
Hm, that meant she should go running off, screaming or something, right? Not be curious? Yet, the latter enveloped her, and she swung off the tree limb, and approached the men, legs slightly bent, prepared to run if she had to, and spoke, in a cheery voice, too cheery when confronting a druggie and someone who was covered in blood and had a knife. Oh, she couldn't wait to tell the kids at school about this one!
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Walking from the Disaster (open) Oct 11, 2010 23:26:06 GMT -5

Post by ~Kayla~ on Oct 11, 2010 23:26:06 GMT -5

Being high was, arguably, one of the best experiences a person could have. I would know. Each 'adventure' was different, depending on a number of factors. But they all had the same feeling of ecstasy, of a surreal journey. In my opinion everybody should get high at least once, feel how it is. It's only after, doing drugs sucks.

But I wasn't there yet. In fact, I wasn't really that high. Two breaths doesn't do much for me these days. It just relaxes me, takes the pain away. I'd need a bit more to become some senseless dumb ass walking the street. I still probably stank too high heaven. Pot has an unusually strong and very characteristic smell. Figures, There's got be a downside to every good thing out there.

It was while thinking of this that I run into whoever's stupid enough to get in my way. I'm not one of those big, muscular guys that's presence can blanket a whole room. But I wasn't one of those guys who went unnoticed either. So who the hell was stupid enough to run into me?... It's then I see the person.

He's rugged looking, like he'd spent a lot of his time outside. The guy most definitely wasn't one of the many clean cut, and clean shaven, scientists walking the streets. But that wasn't what startled me. What startled me was the crazy look in his eyes and the remnants of blood on his hands. Now, this was just a guess, but I didn't think the blood was that of an animal.

"Watch where you are going or you might get stabbed kid."

His words just seemed to solidify my guess. In my slightly drugged state his statement didn't make me as nervous as it should've. I honestly wasn't that worried. After all, people were walking all around. He wouldn't stab me with so many witnesses... even if I did run into him. I smile and step back, eying the little flecks of blood on his hands.

"And the person who stabbed me would get stabbed himself. My voice is low, just as threatening as his. And who was he calling kid? He didn't look much older than me.

Being high also took away any caution or reservations a person might have. I, for instance, should've been a bit more careful when facing a guy like this. He did have all the signs of being a murderer, even the bloody hands. But, like usual, I was being an ass. Maybe even a bigger ass than normally. I'd just have to wait and see how it worked out for me. My hand casually went to my own knife, hidden beneath my shirt. Better safe than sorry.

"Hi there!"

The innocent, childish voice came out of nowhere and I looked down to see a girl. I suppose she was pretty, in a childish way. She couldn't have been very old, 14 at the most. "Why was the girl talking to me, to us?" It was obvious she was talking both to me and the guy I'd ran into.

I couldn't fathom why she'd talk to the likes of us. If I was her I'd be running in the opposite direction. I don't think much of myself but I sure as hell know I don't look 'child friendly.' I don't try to be. Most kids are annoying as hell. This one didn't look like she'd be any different. And so I wanted rid of her.

"What do you want?" My voice wasn't exactly friendly though it wasn't mean. Even though the kid already got on my nerves, even if she hadn't even said three words, I wasn't going to be a huge jerk. I was still high, still more laid back than normal. Much more laid back then normal.[/color][/blockquote]

Last Edit: Oct 12, 2010 21:08:26 GMT -5 by ~Kayla~

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Walking from the Disaster (open) Oct 14, 2010 20:29:48 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 14, 2010 20:29:48 GMT -5

Lane Ralyks!
-My Bio-

"And the person who stabbed me would get stabbed himself." Says the man, and I chuckle slightly. It would be an answer that would probably come out of my mouth. Whether I was talking back to a Peacekeeper, or if I was challenging somebody, to lead them to their death, I would say something of the sorts. However, it doesn't seem to be the smartest thing to say to a guy with blood on his hands. Can't help but respect him for it though. Maybe more questioning is needed from this man. Who knows, he might prove to be of use to my operations. Which would definately be new, having somebody along with me.

"Hi there!" The voice eliminates the awkward silence. However, it's not one that I would enjoy to have break it. A shiver runs down my spine at the youth sound to the voice which sounded. I spin on my heels to face the owner, and find myself looking into the eyes of a child. Her face is round, and surrounded by curled hair. She doesn't look like they type of girl that would be approaching guys like myself, and the man I ran into.

"What do you want?" The man said, his voice seeming somewhat cold. He also seemed to steal the words right out of my mind, so I grin slightly.
"Do you have anything you'd like to say?"

OOC:
Changed color because of Clive's speaking color.

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Walking from the Disaster (open) Oct 15, 2010 16:31:36 GMT -5

Post by Rosetta on Oct 15, 2010 16:31:36 GMT -5

"Do you have anything you'd like to say?" The man with the blood on his hands asked her, with a slight grin. Years of experience had taught Monet how to tell the difference between certain people. Like the one who was high, and the other man. It was easy enough to tell that one had taken drugs, and that the other was...covered in a blood. But, as her brothers had taught her, things ran much deeper than that.

Seeing as one the one with the blood on his hands had a knife, he could easily be mistaken for a hunter. Not too much hunters, only a handful, seeing as many were scientists, and there was not much to hunt outside of the fence, but if you were desperate enough...She had helped her brothers on an occasion bring down some wild animals, nothing too big, with the help of a crude spear and some knives, to sell for some alcohol or, if they were having a good day, something nice for Monet.

Yet, this man, she had never seen him before, and that was something new. Even if she had, she would know whether they were hunters or not, simply by the way they operated. A hunter covered in blood with a knife wouldn't go wandering around these parts, much too crowded, much too conspicuous. She could be wrong, but still Monet watched both of them, suspiciously, her insides brimming with excitement.

"Oh, nothing." She kept her wide smile plastered across her face. She clasped her hands, loosely, behind her back, and began to rock back and forth, one boot gently rising from the ground, its toe just scraping the cobblestone, before she shifted her weight the other way. Her large eyes swept over the bloodied man to the other one, both of them obviously confused that she, 13 year old, childish Monet, would talk to them. Well, she thought, allowing herself a tiny smile, what's life without a little risk?

"That's an awful lot of blood." She observed, in an innocent voice, speaking to the man whom it applied to, and ignoring the other, momentarily. One way of getting things out of people was not accusing them, or prying. Also, you needed to be wrong, and let them fill in the rest. "Do you hunt?"

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Walking from the Disaster (open) Oct 15, 2010 17:38:51 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Oct 15, 2010 17:38:51 GMT -5

Lane Ralyks!
-My Bio-

"Do you hunt?" The question pops up, and I chuckle to myself. Yes, I suppose I do hunt. Just not the way she is probably referring too. I hunt for weak men and women, who seem to be challenging targets. I hunt for families that have everything they need or want. I hunt for the fathers, the mothers, the children, the workers, the Peacekeepers. I hunt for a target, and then I kill that target. Do I hunt animals? That's a yes too. I need food and money somehow, and considering I know absoloutley nothing about science, hunting seems to be the best way, other than stealing my money from my victims.

So, when the young girl looks up into my eyes, and asks the question, I answer the it almost immediately.
"Yes. I can't do science, if you wish for me to be completely honest. I need some way to get money." Normally, I wouldn't even reveal that much information, but under these circumstances, I allow the words passage. Assuming that my quick words cover up, I know it's best for me to leave. That way these people don't have a face in their mind when they find out somebody was killed. It doesn't take a braniac to put one and one together. Man with bloody knife and hands. Victim of a murder. It really doesn't need much explaining.

I can't leave these two with the knowledge of my appearance. Maybe I could leave the man. He seemed to be so out of it that he won't even remember this meeting by tomorrow. The girl on the other hand, well, she presented an issue. An issue that I needed to obviously deal with. Yeah. But how?

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Sorry for the shorter posts. My girlfriend is going through a tragic loss in her family, and I'm trying to be there for her, so it's taking a lot out of me.[/font]

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Walking from the Disaster (open) Oct 19, 2010 19:42:45 GMT -5

Post by ~Kayla~ on Oct 19, 2010 19:42:45 GMT -5

"Oh, nothing." Kids. So fricking annoying.

A small sigh escapes me as I look at the girl. It was plain to see that she wanted something. I notice the man grin and I guess my words amused him. I couldn't think what it was that was so funny. Maybe, just maybe, I wasn't the only high one out today.

I stand back as the two have thier little conversation. It all seemed boring to me. The guy was obviously lying through his teeth and the girl looked like she was talking just to say that she'd spoken with such folk. Like I said, boring. I lean back a bit and cross my arms, humming a little toon to myself. Soon I was sufficiently distracted from the other two.

Or so it seemed.

You see, I also noticed that they had noticed I was high. That made things fun for me because I wasn't that high. Just high enough to give things a... fuzzy edge to them. I'd still remember everything I'd heard and seen that day. And I think neither of them knew that. Oh, how much fun it is to mess with people.

The conversation seems to go a bit cold and I decide to spark things up a bit. "So you're a hunter and you're a... kid. Nice to know." I look at both as I mention them. Then I turn things up a bit. My voice is a bit slurred as I speak to the man, my eyes have a mischevious gleam in them. "But I don't believe you. And I'm sure it wouldn't take long to find my proof."

I smile like a dumbass and watch him, completely ignoring the girl. Of course what I'd probably pay for what I said. Being high really doesn't give one an edge when things get rough. I, of all people, would know.

(ooc- I'm sorry and I hope she's ok.

Sorry for my lame post. I'm currently in a cramped camper with 4 other people, three of which are kids.

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Walking from the Disaster (open) Oct 19, 2010 21:02:24 GMT -5

Post by Rosetta on Oct 19, 2010 21:02:24 GMT -5

Monet leaned back on her heels, crossed her arms, and glued a mischievous grin on, to mimic the high one.

They were obviously annoyed with her being there. The smiles, the sharp words, the air practically vibrated with irritation. And Monet? She was enjoying every minute of it. This was her way out of the boring, gray afternoon.

Something interesting was actually happening, and Monet had managed to get right in the center of it. When she was younger, her brothers used to joke she had a nose for that sort of thing.

"No, I assure you, I am a kid." She said, coolly, still withholding her smile. She knew he had meant about the other man, the one with the blood. He was far more interesting, than a scrawny curly-haired girl, who couldn't keep out of other people's business. But, if he was going to be a smart aleck, well she was going to be one, right back. A more mannered one at that. "I'm Monet, by the way. Monet Erisee."

She uncrossed her arms, and put her beaten, faded red shoes firmly on the ground. The soles were so worn down, she knew they wouldn't last another week. Her favorite pair too! The ones that accompanied her when she climbed out her bedroom window, the ones that ran from annoyed vendors and Peacekeepers, the ones her older brothers had picked out just for her. But, they could easily be replaced. A nice, "browsing" trip into the shoe store, a little trick, and she had a nice new pair in her possession.

She grinned some more, and looked up at the two men again, and asked, "And your names?"

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