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Odd Spots [Clover] BLITZ Apr 4, 2012 4:09:15 GMT -5

Post by cass on Apr 4, 2012 4:09:15 GMT -5

Kraken Libertine .

The table in front of me lay littered with hundreds of little things. Tiny nuts and bolts scattered the table. Multitudes of odd trinkets and a little pocket watch here and there lay on the front desk. The old pine underneath was barely visible beneath the many odds and ends on the table. I sigh frustrated at my lack of attention and more importantly my inability to piece all these together. I hated this horrible task, but someone had to do it, and to me it was one of the many ways to show just how capable I was. Showing off to my parents told them I had a range of skills and had a high level of interest. All my sisters and brothers had ignored the suggestion of doing this, but I had grabbed it with two ~~slimy tentacles~~ outstretched hands.

I regretted it

[/i]. I was bored and tired and all the little pieces made my head hurt. I had resided to stabbing and jabbing anything that looked remotely the same together in the hope that something would fight. I fling the remains of the pocket watch in my hand to the floor. I glare unhappily at the shop in front of me, freshly cleaned and neat. My hard work. Everything was arranged neatly on the shelves and all the dust had been wiped out of view. The shop had been open for a mere hour and I already felt myself waiting in anticipation for the time in whcich I would be able to lock the shop and relax. Pamper myself.

No I couldn’t even allow myself that. I needed to train. I needed to work on my physical skills and fitness. I glance down at the untouched piles of work before me. With a swip of my arm I send it all flying onto the floor. A ghost of a smile plays at the corners of my lips and I stand up. Restlessly I begin pacing the shop, fixing little things here and there. I wanted to do something. I wanted this to be interesting. I stop and stare outside the window. An old lady crosses the road, and I can’t help, but smile at the memories of my little fight. I can still see the old woman’s dead body. My smile grows. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

Last Edit: Apr 4, 2012 4:11:21 GMT -5 by cass

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Odd Spots [Clover] BLITZ Apr 4, 2012 4:57:52 GMT -5

Post by clover ❁ on Apr 4, 2012 4:57:52 GMT -5

NESSIE LIBERTINE[/size][/b]

I am not crying; not on the outside, anyway. No tears paint my pale cheeks. I am simply sitting in the corner of the store, as I have been all morning, hoping nobody will notice me. And nobody has, not yet.
Not the six or seven customers who have been in so far, and not my brother, who sits at the table looking impatient.
I have learned over time to blend into the background. To not be seen, despite the fiery red color of my hair and my strange family and my odd features. No, it has been easier to hide, because when I am hiding I am no longer afraid of people's eyes. Eye can do terrible things; bore right into your soul and see what you think, what you have done.
I cannot let that happen to me.
Suddenly, my brother stands. Kraken. I have never admired someone in quite the same way as I admire him; for he doesn't care what penetrates his soul and who knows of his self-centered and cruel ways. He just is. Me, I am so like him except that I would die if anyone understood me. I don't understand me.
And so he stands, and I can see that look about him that I feel myself sometimes. The will to do something.
"Come train with me, Kraken."
I say the words softly so as not to frighten him.
A memory rippled through my consciousness of a time many years ago, when I was but ten and my elder brother took my training with him. Like, back then he still believed that if he tried hard enough, I could be fearless, too. I could brandish weapons without thought nor reason. I could forget to fidget and flee and hide from the world. I tried, I really did, but I ended up playing with the paints as the camouflage station, learning how to mix paint into my hair so it did not stand out like wildfire in a blackened forest.
He was disappointed, I knew it then. And for some reason now I have the urge to prove to my big brother that I can be worthy of his love even if nobody else can - for what kind of life is it to love nobody?

Even the thought of his eyes on me reduces me, leaving my biting my nails and hunched over just a little, as though I am trying to fade away to nothing. I stay, though. Wait.

"This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world,
And while she looks so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her when she smiles.

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Last Edit: Apr 4, 2012 5:01:33 GMT -5 by clover ❁

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Odd Spots [Clover] BLITZ Apr 4, 2012 5:27:59 GMT -5

Post by cass on Apr 4, 2012 5:27:59 GMT -5

Kraken Libertine .

I don’t jump or even blink an eye when I hear the faintest whisper. I just continue to stare out of the window even after the words have long since sunk in. As the minutes draw on I just stand there staring outside of the window and onto the street. Watching and waiting. My eyes took in everything from the small birds that flew high in the sky to the rubbish that blew past the store front. I missed nothing. Until now. A small frown darkens my perfect face, and in a swift movement I spin around to face my younger sister. I felt no happiness or love swell in my chest at the sight of her. I felt natural. I hated my family, I only stayed for the money and the shop that I knew I would one day own. I stayed and worked harder than them all, pulling my weight in everything, trying to show them all that this was my shop I earned it. I deserved it. And to say in plain black and white. If my parents gave the shop to another sibling, well… maybe an accident would happen, sadly leaving them dead. My hard eyes stare at my sisters down cast ones.

I can’t help but scowl at the girls submissive form, it confused me why she never looked into another’s eyes. That was a sign of weakness and submission. I knew that she was a tough girl, for fuck sake I use to train her! But then it changed I became a better person, a more likeable, guy that wanted nothing more than to kill. Oh yeah and own the shop. She was nothing, but an obstacle in my way. So I removed her from my life. I think it is a little sad to say that I haven’t talked to this girl for a hell of a long time, and I think this is perhaps the first time she has spoken to me for over a year. I stay silent. The prospect of training with this little frail girl made me angry. She was no opponent. She was just a scrap, I was she that if she stepped outside right now, the wind would blow her away.

With a snort I turn on my heel and stalk back to the window. “Why would I want to train with you?” I snicker, not even giving her a second glance.

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Odd Spots [Clover] BLITZ Apr 4, 2012 6:39:43 GMT -5

Post by clover ❁ on Apr 4, 2012 6:39:43 GMT -5

NESSIE LIBERTINE[/b]

Kraken snorts and turns away.
My brother looks at me, and I can feel his eyes boring into my skin. With them I can feel his doubt. I know I look a sight. Small and slight and frail, almost. There is only one way, I know, that I can get my big brother to teach me to be stronger, to train me, to show me how to be as brave and strong and fearless as himself.
I looked him right in the eye for the first time, ever. And I hold that gaze, knowing that whatever he finds in my head cannot really be so bad as what I find in his soul. If he has one, that is.
"Why would I want to train with you?"
I can see the doubt in his eyes. And that is when I say my key, my chance. The one thing that Kraken wants is people to appreciate him and to look up to him and to need him, so that he can be strong.
"I need your help. With my sword skills."
Somehow I manage to keep my voice steady, strong and clear, without shaking or stammering. My eyes stay intense, locked in his and determined. Then I raise one eyebrow.
Now it is a challenge.

"This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world,
And while she looks so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her when she smiles.

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Last Edit: Apr 4, 2012 6:42:18 GMT -5 by clover ❁

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Odd Spots [Clover] BLITZ Apr 12, 2012 20:14:23 GMT -5

Post by cass on Apr 12, 2012 20:14:23 GMT -5

I trun around again, and to my utter surprise I'm faced with this girl. A girl that not only seems to cower from herself, but never once in her life time had held a persons gaze. But now as I lookinto her eyes, she holds onto mine, in a steady, but strong gaze. I find that I can't draw myself away from her eyes. I sigh, knowing that deep down, her strngth did impress me. Also the fact that she had caught my week spot. I look down her, and fight down the grin thatwants to draw itself onto my face. Fine. sword training it is." I say gruffly. "But I'm not going easy on you." I turn around, dropping her gaze, but it wasn't a submissive gesture, it was won that told her I accept the challenge she had thrown me.

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Odd Spots [Clover] BLITZ Apr 13, 2012 7:30:30 GMT -5

Post by clover ❁ on Apr 13, 2012 7:30:30 GMT -5

NESSIE LIBERTINE[/b]

He accepts my challenge, and I lower my gaze in relief. It is as though I have been holding something heavy for a very long time and I cannot hold it any longer. I can feel myself folding back into the shadows, lowering my confident gaze and bringing my hands over my face. Suddenly I am ashamed at what I have done, paniked that maybe he has seen through my eyes at those things nobody should ever have to see. Trinkets disappearing via my outstretched fingers, slipping into my pockets and sleeves without anybody even batting an eyelid. Things that I keep. Shiny, shiny things, like mirrors, with no real value at all.
Terrible terrible secrets that my brother may have seen.
So I fold away and let my long red lashes cover my eyes. And begin to walk, half hidden in the shadows, toward the training center. I hope that my brother will follow - the look in his eyes as he accepted my challenge told me that he would.
I hide within myself.

"This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world,
And while she looks so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her when she smiles.

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