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Onyx
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in between somewhere and nowhere

J A B B E R W O C K Y [[Woody]] <BLITZ> Sept 18, 2012 14:37:55 GMT -5

Post by Onyx on Sept 18, 2012 14:37:55 GMT -5

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There are nights when the iron sky is dotted with glowing white rust, and not a cloud shrouds it from view. A speckled egg shell, expanding in all directions and accentuated by the yolk moon of the early hours.
What amazes me most is just how infinite it is. As big as you can think and bigger still, the eternal stretch of space is crushingly intense. For what are we but a floating mass of land on a floating mass of planet in the midst of this star-splattered blackness? Every one of us is so insignificant, so puny and weak.

But at least, if I can't be as large as the Universe, I can still come out on top of other people.

The night sky may always be awesome and distracting, but as I prowl across a quarried part of the land of our beautiful District, I can't risk losing focus from my aim. Tonight, I cover my limbs completely, much to my discomfort, and cradle a knife hilt where it nestles, belted, at my side. My hair is tied back, straggly and blood-encrusted from my last, unsuccessful… operation. I suppose attacking solitary victims for possessions is more of a power play than a desperate necessity, for I can always go to my mother and her husband for money. Though they detest me, they would rather avoid a meeting with an angry Peacekeeper with a report that they had been abusing their fragile and vulnerable child. It's funny, that I wouldn't mind getting caught myself for making other people feel fragile and vulnerable. I don't give a fuck about reputation – I'm not the monsters that my guardians are. Though other might say that this game of mine makes me more monstrous than either of them.

Moving away from the final exhausted reaches of the town's lights, I spot my target – a girl with long hair curtaining her eyes and shoulders. And after the mess of my last attempt, nothing could cheer me up more. Knees slightly bent, I lick my salty lips and edge towards her, curving swallow-like rather than in a head-on charge. Brutal, but not that brutal. The closer I get, the greater the tsunami of adrenaline drowning my calm systems. A buzz crescendos in my head and I sneer as I come up directly behind the lone girl.

My arm swings up across her chest, tugging her back onto me and pulling her offbalance. My other hand, wrapped ivy-tight around my tiny weapon, brushes lightly against her paling neck. My voice comes out in a rasping whine, betraying my jittery excitement at something to do.

"Hi, I'm Patricia. Great to make your acquaintance. Got anything pretty for me, little girl?"

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453 Words. Lol. Template by Bryya because she's hot.

someday we'll be drinking with the seldom seen kid

heartwood

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J A B B E R W O C K Y [[Woody]] <BLITZ> Sept 18, 2012 15:10:30 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Sept 18, 2012 15:10:30 GMT -5

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It’s been a while since I went out at night by myself. The dark usually gives me a great feeling of unease; things that hide in the shadows come out at night, and usually, those things aren’t friendly. But today, today is different. I don’t need my sister just to take a walk; I’m perfectly capable of handling myself, and besides, the amount of crime that goes on here is pretty small.

The moon looks exceptionally bright tonight; the sky is littered with bright bulbs of white light, and the trees rustle wildly with the wind. I love the cold weather; it prevents me from sweating if I get to nervous and I find it way easier to thing in the absence of a sweltering heat wave. The town looks nice at night; its extremely well lit and even the shadows seem pretty tame, but I’m surprised at the lack of people moving about.

I guess normal people don’t go out for no reason; those looking for exercise do it earlier in the day, and those looking to socialize must know that people aren’t nocturnal creatures. As I walk down my path, I swear I hear someone following me. I look back but see nothing; its too dark to see very far, and the noise I thought I heard stopped. It doesn’t help that I’m always hearing things that aren’t there…my imagination is a little bit too vivid. I take a deep breath and keep walking; maybe it is too late to be outside my house. I should have at least told my family where I’m going…what if something happens to me, they’ll never know and they won’t come looking for me until the morning. By then, it’ll be too late.

Calm down Jasper, I tell myself. I tell myself it’s only the wind. The noises I ear are as natural as the crickets in the grass or the owls in the trees…I tell myself everything is going to be okay. And that’s when my body drops. Before I know it, I’m shaking wildy, a knife is brought to my neck: this is not how I want to die.

"Hi, I'm Patricia. Great to make your acquaintance. Got anything pretty for me, little girl?"

My body is sweating and I start screaming my lungs out. I don’t think about why I was confused for a girl, I don’t think that maybe Patricia wasn’t her name, and I certainly don’t think about the fact that a girl subdued me in the first place. “Get off me!!” I yell as I try to pull her arm away from my neck. Feeling of fear and fury overwhelm me, I don’t like blades, never have. I roll around trying to get her off. “This isn’t funny!” I yell. My voice cracks in anger, never before have I been attacked like this. All my former fears are suddenly start to make sense again. A tear wells from my eyes, and by body begins to spasm out of my control. I take her wrists in my hands, and bite down. I will not go without a fight.

Last Edit: Sept 18, 2012 15:11:27 GMT -5 by heartwood

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J A B B E R W O C K Y [[Woody]] <BLITZ> Sept 19, 2012 14:39:21 GMT -5

Post by Onyx on Sept 19, 2012 14:39:21 GMT -5

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A half cackle erupts from me as the girl's knees give way as easily as oiled mechanical joints.
Though what would I know about that, when I prefer to fight without cowardice – defenceless and never, never needing it. I stumble backwards a little under her weight, beefier than I expected but still manageable, and she weakens considerably as she feels my sharp aid kiss her neck… tenderly. "Yeah, sweetheart, you know what I want, so are you going to play nicely?" Sweat rises off the trembling form I hold in my power in an almost visible smog. Fear can do funny things to you. Even on a crisp, windy night like tonight, where the scent only lingers for breaths, I am glad she hasn't pissed herself yet.

But as she speaks, I realise that the testosterone-charged voice belongs to no she at all. The ~~girl~~ boy, with abnormally long hair and an insecure way of holding himself, cries out, true terror piercing holes even in my composure. It seems like he's afraid of more than just being mugged. Glad that I can supress my once totally betraying sentiment, I only tighten my grip around him, gritting my teeth as he begins to violently squirm away. "Get off me!" he yells, and I glance around to see if any more figures have joined us. But nothing but the eternal stars witness my crimes. And what evidence will they be able to give?

"Shut the fuck up," I growl, trying to focus on not cutting him as he throws me around behind him. However, my command is drowned by his grunts and whines, a hysterical panic that's almost bizarre, "This isn't funny" Who said I was joking? My forehead creases as I fight his force, a battle I'm losing. This boy is stronger than I expected.

A scream escapes my throat before I can fully acknowledge why, but then shards of pain shoot up my hand and arm. Through salt-stung eyes, I make out his head at my wrist, teeth sunk leech-like into my open palm. The knife clatters to the dust-shrouded ground, though my head is searing form the pain and I don't notice. "You little shit!" I wheeze, voice high-pitched and weak as I gasp for air. My fingers twitch as he continues to bit down, and I know fighting him won't be as easy as I expected. But of course it's not over yet. My free arm swings round in an easy punch, hitting him directly in the jaw and shifting his still closed bite from my hand. I feel my flesh tear, screaming again, but forget the heat of fresh blood welling there as I think about attacking again. Reaching to my calf, I unstrap another knife I keep there – preparing for problems but never expecting them

[/i] – and slash at the exposed cheek where my punch just landed. "You'll regret that!" His retaliation can never be justified, not even with our millions of glowing-eyed witnesses comfirming me guilty.[/i][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

502. Lots of nonsense, sorray. You can decide how much he was hurt by Romelie's punch and whether the knife got his face or not