Made of Stone (Chaos)

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Stare
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and i will hold you tight / like the moon in the arms of the sky

Made of Stone (Chaos) Nov 20, 2010 13:36:42 GMT -5

Post by Stare on Nov 20, 2010 13:36:42 GMT -5

Instantaniously, all fear is gone, replaced by fire. It scares even me, as I feel the fire spread into my blood, flowing through my body, spreading, catching...
My fire is easy to put out when it's small. But when it becomes large like this, it's close to impossible to stop it.

I push myself up with my hands, although my soaking wet clothing tries to yank me back to the ground. I stand up, and the water runs down my face and neck. I push my hair behind my back, releasing a filthy waterfall that travels down my spine, but I ignore it.

No one humiliates me like that and gets away with it. I will not be made a fool of in front of them. In front of her.

Although I think Flight went to an extreme, I agree they do deserve to be punished. But I've learned from past experience that the punishment should suit the crime.

But first, I glare at Flight with eyes that would make a normal person run and hide. Flight, however, is far from normal. "Flight, I do not adjust my schedule for you. You adjust yours for mine. I'm the one who's decided to come with you, correct?"

Then, without waiting for an answer, I take time to get to them, and then tilt my head to the side slightly. The look of surprise and slight relief on their pained faces just fuels my anger more. Apparently, I am nothing compared to Flight.

Well, we'll just see about that.

"I'm guessing you had no idea the consequences of your prank would be so... intense. And trust me, I will not be as dramatic. However, you did wish to humiliate someone. So, I will do the same so you."

I take out my dagger, and trace the letter "L" on each forehead. It obviously stings, because they each cry out louder through their wimpering. It's not deep enough to kill them, but it will leave a scar.

"There," I say, a smile appearing on my lips. "I told you it wouldn't be that bad. Pain doesn't last forever. Humiliation, however... well, it will be following you for a very long time."

I straighten back up, and walk over to her, disinterest in my eyes. "Okay. Now we can go."

Last Edit: Nov 20, 2010 13:37:00 GMT -5 by Stare

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nyte: date fossils? is that some kind of fetish?

Made of Stone (Chaos) Nov 30, 2010 18:59:32 GMT -5

Post by sadniss everdeen on Nov 30, 2010 18:59:32 GMT -5

In the Sewers, you have no individuality. You are but one figure in a sea of faceless people, bustling like rats to spread the chosen god-forsaken disease of the week. Others hit you in their hurry, but never stop to look more closely. You could have the most disfigured face in the world - all scars and bumps and missing parts - but they wouldn't notice or wouldn't stare all that excessively. Here, you learn to tune out the world at an early age.

I scoff at her attitude and roll my eyes, glancing up at the sunlight that is steadily leaking from the sky. Even now I can imagine Big-Man shifting his massive bulk nervously on his chair, mopping at his brow. If I failed my timing it either meant she's done me in - fat chance - or I've deviated from our contract. And trust me, he doesn't want the second option. One hand attempts to dip into my pocket and I slap it away nonchalantly, twisting the owner's fingers and smirking when there is a yelp of pain.

Diving out of the frenzied crowd, I shoulder my way through the more dangerous backalleys, pushing back drunks and whores who seek to make our acquaintances. Slowly people thin out until nobody remains. Soon, soon.

With only a glance spared back at Ementi, I kick open the non-descript door of a seemingly random house and grin to myself when all the occupants jump - those that can, anyway - five feet into the air. Sweeping past them all, I lean against the wall and cross my arms, watching my prey's progress with curious eyes. Big-Man stands on wobbly legs and attempts a smile that comes out more as a bloodthirsty grimace; certainly not inviting in the least. He spreads his chubby fingers and spies Ementi, making the fat on his neck shudder as he shakes his head back and forth.

"Good, DeRicasho. Very good. I see I wasn't wrong hiring you." As per natural reaction my eyes roll again, fixing him with an unimpressed stare. For as long as I've known him, he was dramatic like this. Something about scaring off the amateurs.

"Mhm. Look, I want my money. This one's been a pain." Only then does he actually look, scrutinizing as he does his whores that have been pimping to the wrong customer. While I dislike the man, if there's something it is, it's intelligent. "So I see. Valenti!" he snaps, and next I know there's a packet of gold thudding directly into my chest. A peek inside shows the coins are very much real, and a grin curls at the corners of my lips. Perfect.

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Made of Stone (Chaos) Dec 2, 2010 21:54:54 GMT -5

Post by Stare on Dec 2, 2010 21:54:54 GMT -5

I watch this scene with disinterest. The moment I laid eyes on the man, I knew I didn't like him. Now... well, he eyes me like a prize. Flattering, but offending at the same time.

A wrinkle tiny wrinkle appears on the bridge of my nose. I don't attempt to hide my disgust. My mask is something I use to hide weakness. Fear. Sorrow. Anything of that nature. But disgust... well, it shows you have an opinion. You're more than just an item. More than a toy to be fiddled with and then forgotten.

His greedy eyes study me closely. I can see the cruel pleasure in his eyes. I am something worth having. Something that will be useful to him. And I will, of course, cooperate. How could I possibly not?

Yeah. In his dreams.

I must admit, he is slightly intimidating. He seems to radiate power, and I can't help but wonder what he wants me for. However, part of him seems to lack something. Something that prevents him from looking as threatening as he could. Maybe it's the fact that his face is open to read.

I turn my head slightly, my eyes landing on Flight. "I'm offended, Flight. You bring me all this way, upseting me and half drowning me, and this is it? Disgusting. Truely disgusting. I was expecting so much more, after all the trouble I went through to get here."

I turn back to "The Boss", as I've nicknamed him. My face has morphed back into a stone mask. "Well? Go on. Tell me your huge plan. Threaten me a bit. Offer the job to me, just to be formal, of course, and let me turn it down and get back to my life."

I say it like I actually have plans, which I don't. But I'd rather be anywhere but here. In front of this repulsive man, I feel annoyance and impatience. Two dangerous emotions fo me.