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\\ M\O\N\S\T\E\R\ (Open) Mar 22, 2011 17:23:12 GMT -5

Post by Arrow on Mar 22, 2011 17:23:12 GMT -5

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So what if you can see
The darker side of me?

No one would ever change
This animal I have become

If Morgaine could have been any kind of animal, she would, without a doubt, would have been a lion. Lions are vicious, selfish animals, yet still have some sort of unity tied inside of them to make them a snotty, yet loyal, team player. Morgaine wasn't a team play or a snot, but the other qualities of a lion she resembled perfectly, or came close to a perfect resemblance. Or maybe, she should be some sort of mythical monster, for Morgaine knew in her heart that she was a monster. Injuring her other careers because she got so involved in the training battles, casting away everyone from her life. Monsters lived solitary lives. Maybe being a monster wouldn't sound so bad if Morgaine didn't actually want a few people to call friends in her life.

She was sitting down on a small wooden bench under the shade of a towering oak, watching a duck swim by in the tiny pond before her. The cattails had overground around the unattended to pond, choking away at what little water there was after a harsh winter in the district. Morgaine was wiping the sweat and blood off of her head from another hard day of training, only training wasn't supposed to be over until three. And it was one o'clock. Morgaine sneered to herself, cursing the boy that had damaged her back forever. Ever since that fateful day, she can't do strenuous activities for a long time or her back will stiffen, cause her great pain, and she will be unable to move very well, if able to move at all. The injury has greatly effected her training. She was caught in the heat of a battle earlier today, and just her damn luck, her back stiffened. Morgaine's trainer was so angry that he kicked her out of training. he didn't understand how painful and handicapping her injury really was. It wasn't fair.

She picked up a rock from the dirt pathway beneath her. She rolled it around in her scarred right hand a few times, staring at it with her haunting blue eyes, wondering if she stared at it long enough, it would run away screaming "monster!" Only Morgaine didn't give the rock a chance, and flung it at the duck swimming around in the tiny pond. The rock struck the duck on the left side, and the injured bird fluttered off into the woods behind it, using the right wing to fly more than the left. Morgaine smirked. She was a monster. And proud of it. A career needed to be a monster.

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\\ M\O\N\S\T\E\R\ (Open) Mar 22, 2011 21:46:56 GMT -5

Post by Campion on Mar 22, 2011 21:46:56 GMT -5

Markus Hemlock,

The hate is raging through me, consuming me. Almost to the point of insanity, I can't handle having to socialize with the people of this rotten district. All of them are so simple minded they don't understand the importance of intellectual gain. I am made to decimate all others who oppose me intellectually, so you could say that its good that people are this way, but I think the time is right for some competition.

I need someone to challenge me in wit and intellect, if I can not be challenged I may go mad. I can't handle the thought of my mind going into decay and lulled to sleep with inactivity. With these thoughts in my head I decide to take a walk maybe find this competition have been wanting.

Out of instinct I walk to wooded area with a pond and a small bench. I've been here a couple of time just to think ad meditate. Before I make my way to the bench however, I notice a girl quietly sitting there. She is thinking something no doubt, consumed by her thoughts. I eventually come to the decision that I will have to say something, but before I can she moves.

She throws something at a lone duck in the pond, flicking it in one quick motion. The duck is hit by what I think is a rock and scurries into the nearby forest. The girl seems to be pleased with herself, and this is when I decide to say something "Good throw, I have to say I do agree with your logic, the duck was weak and therefore not deserving of healthy left wing. Am I correct in my assumptions?"

Hash Bronson - 17 - "The Liar"

Markus Hemlock - 16 - "The Jerk"

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies Hermione" - Fred and George

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\\ M\O\N\S\T\E\R\ (Open) Mar 23, 2011 7:48:38 GMT -5

Post by Arrow on Mar 23, 2011 7:48:38 GMT -5

A moment after she had chucked the tiny, rough rock at the duck she hadn't noticed the boy there. She bent down to find another rock, just in case the duck came back. Ducks were so annoying to Morgaine. Sometimes she wished that she could destroy them all. The annoying quacking, the way they hog up all the water to themselves... Morgaine couldn't exactly figure out why she hated ducks. She just seemed to hate the birds."Good throw, I have to say I do agree with your logic, the duck was weak and therefore not deserving of healthy left wing. Am I correct in my assumptions?"

A boy's voice cut through her duck hating thoughts, snapping the brutal girl back into reality. When she first saw him standing there, agreeing with why she had thrown the rock at the duck, she was taken aback. Morgaine didn't know that many other people came here. She though that this place was hers, but since there was a small wooden bench, it usually meant that her area of rock throwing at ducks was a miniature public park. Dammit! Morgaine thought. She liked coming to this place because the thought she would always be along, to sit and drown in her own ocean of self pity. It seemed that was not the case.

"The duck was annoying. That's why I threw the damn rock at it."

As Morgaine spat the words out, she avoided eye contact with the boy. She didn't want to look at someone who was like her. Even though Morgaine train of bloody thought seemed to pain her in the way she had lived, she didn't want to meet someone like her. Morgaine liked being a one of a kind. She'd never met another monster before. Only maybe now, she would.

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\\ M\O\N\S\T\E\R\ (Open) Mar 23, 2011 8:57:04 GMT -5

Post by Campion on Mar 23, 2011 8:57:04 GMT -5

Markus Hemlock

"The duck was annoying. That's why I threw the damn rock at it." She spite these words at me like venom. I can see she was surprised when I first spoke, but now all I can see is the hatred burning in her eyes. I have done something terribly wrong to her I have taken her place of solitude and filled it with my hollow voice. I examine the girl with a cursory glance. Pale complexion, blonde hair, blue eyes and a small scar on her nose. She is pretty, but not stunning, but her eyes look menacing and terrible to an onlooker.

I finally think of something to say. I gaze deeply into her eyes and say "Are you trying to kill me? Because I think that last dagger almost hit me." I say with small smile. This question might confuse her, but I find it quite funny so I have said it anyway despite her possibly being confused[/font]

OOC: What Markus meant was is that your character was throwing daggers with her eyes.

Hash Bronson - 17 - "The Liar"

Markus Hemlock - 16 - "The Jerk"

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies Hermione" - Fred and George