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Post by Wonder on Sept 11, 2013 23:48:25 GMT -5

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ka·ne · light·wood
(noun) /kay-n/
1. i exist merely to please
2. your qualms that just
3. aren't that pleasant

“If you ever look at the sky, doubting the existence of other worlds, just know that somewhere a creature looks up at its sky, doubting you..”

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[/size]Tick, tick.

There is a clock with whirling gears and ticking hands that wrap around the bits of his brain. Expanding his brain to the farthest it can without exploding the skull, pounding mercilessly with the constant – tick, tick, tick – of the seconds passing by and he can feel every second as he walks. Each minute provides a terrible strike, heart wrenching and mind numbing. Every single minute as he walks and sleeps, he feels the beats and wonders what could have possibly happened that a clock would be installed in his head? How silly was that?

Kane put his pants on just like any other normal human would do, one leg at a time. An excellent philosophy in life no doubt, just one step at a time, and there was no better way to go about things – except with a massive grin spread like butter on toast across his face. And for breakfast, butter on toast. The easiest meal that could be amassed in the large Lightwood kitchen that stretched out to be possibly even larger than his previous house altogether. The granite countertops were spotless and shining as someone cleaned them every single day, and the large cupboards were stacked to the brim with any sort of snack or meal that an extremely intelligent mind could put together; however, as far as culinary experience went, Kane was not the best in the kitchen. Just a sensible mediocre talent, enough to be able to find a knife amongst the array of drawers, and slather butter along the top side of his burnt toast.

It was all a moment in the day of his life, tick tick, it was all he had to do to get by on a day to day basis. Tick, tick. The clock read 2:30 PM, it was the afternoon and yet he was eating breakfast. How strange. How strange it was at all to be alive, each plastic step a conscious effort to move forward. He walked forward, with force, walk, walk. How funny it all is, isn't it? To consciously move forward no matter what? The thought rhythmically travelled through his mind, a beat a syllable, tick, tick. Marching to the beats in his head, always following along a melodic symphony, every thing was now on time, not a single thing off beat. His sneakers against the cobblestones clacking in time to the chirping of the birds chirping overhead.

The twisted screams of dying children, slowly come in shrivelled staccato. "Ahhh!" Tick. "Ahhh!" Tick. "Ahhh!" Tick. "Somebody." Tick. "Help." Tick. "Me!"

Mystical, was it not? The way that children just seemed to find themselves swung amongst the gallows, with such fine, long ropes. The knots flawless, a noose tied by professionals, that was for sure. Whether physical, or hypothetical, Kane was almost positive that whoever held the tight sturdy hands that may take to tying was quite strong and beautifully gifted with the grace of knot tying.

His smile stood out crystal bright, lips constantly stretched out in to a smile - it was ever so hard really, the constant smiling. Feeling the small twinge of muscles starting to spasm lightly at the corners, as though his body was considering that it was time to rest. Oh no, not quite yet, but thank you ever so kindly for the consideration. Passing by a store with a grandfather clock, he was further reminded of the collection of old and new clocks that sat in his parents house, beautifully crafted and fibered together by masters. What a beautiful collection it had once been, smoothly shattered by his hands, though it was all for a good cause of course. All for a good cause, it was all for a good cause.

All for a good cause, he reminded himself as the shadowing thought stopped him in his tracks. It was good, good. Tick, tick. It was good, it was all for the best. Tick, tick. Great! The small stop had allowed his mouth to relax, ah how the muscles rejoiced. Well done, he gave himself a small hypothetical pat on the back as he mustered forward. Forward! That was the way to always go after all, always move forward. Whoever said two steps forward, one step back, had never climbed up a cliff. After all, it was never sound to fall down a cliff, even if it was only one step.

Note to self: Never fall done cliff.

Well done, well done Kane.

Arriving finally at his destination, he looked up towards the large toy store, oh how pleasant. From the windowsill, one could see an array of pleasantries, game boards, toy boats. He smiled and eagerly entered the door anxious to find anything that he could possibly get his hands on that would please his need for compulsive ticking.

Tick, tick.

Each hour struck him as heart stopping, time was ever counting down in his mind.

How pleasant.[/blockquote][/font]

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temporary. [zori Sept 14, 2013 0:01:48 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 0:01:48 GMT -5

Absalom Ottrel

---
Tryin to shut me up, tryin to hold me down
Never turning off 'cause I'm a light
Shine on a world that's moving fast
Here to guarantee you never crash
---

He had seventy-four green army men. Arranged into pincer formations, he had his forward flank prepared to take the mountain—a sacrosanct portion of his bed composed of his favorite teddy bear, Watson—just as soon as he could give the word. Bringing up the rear were hovercrafts. They would supply the cover fire for their storming of the west side of the bed. A number of good men would be lost that day

[/color]. He imagined that they would write home to their mothers and fathers. They must have been proud to send their sons off to war. It was a beautiful sacrifice. He wished he could be half as good as the soldiers had been in the war. He tried—by god did he push his body to the breaking point—but it was never enough. The mantra I must work harder[/color] served little when one jogged as everyone else pitched a full tilt sprint. He narrowed his eyes on the general, painted with a blue coat to symbolize his specialty. In a moment he’d give the order that would send half of them to their doom.

Lump![/color] Absalom shot up with a start. His meaty paws grabbed at the rows of carefully placed army men. He shoved some in his shirt, others underneath his bed, still others into the sheets of his bed. A steady thump rang out as his sister Sarkine began to pound at the door. Lump, you’ve got two seconds before I break in there and bust your head open![/color] The knob turned but thankfully he’d used what little foresight he’d been saving to turn the lock. He stood. The tiny stretch of light coming from the single porthole window in his room cast a long shadow behind him. He ambled with a grunt toward the door and struggled with the deadbolt. The pounding persisted until his sister’s fist thudded against Absalom’s chest. He blinked, staring down at her. Get your mushbrain out of your butt and stop lying around your room all day![/color]

Absalom grunted. Going outside meant that he’d either be going to the gym or to wander around the city at his sister’s side like a dutiful bodyguard. As he’d spent six hours with trainers this morning, he gave another shrug. I want to get a new dress for the formal mom and dad are throwing.[/color] She brushed a few renegade strands of hair. Absalom blinked his face still stone. His sister reminded him of a hyena: always smiling, tittering at the littlest thing, but ready to rip out a throat when things didn’t go her way. He licked his lips. She dodged this way and that way, trying to push past into his room. She huffed, unable to get much of a glance because of his considerable size. You don’t have to come.[/color] She said softly. Absalom flinched. She wrapped an arm around his waist and rolled around him. He grunted again, this time staring from her to the scattered toys on the ground. With a grin she cocked her head. Of course, if you did come, I wouldn’t have to tell mom and dad about how distracted you are. Or do you not remember the last time they found out about your little distractions?[/color]

Absalom’s arms went limp. He remembered the day. It had been just a few months prior, about a week after the reaping. His father had taken everything out of his trunk. With a single hammer, he’d smashed every last one of his collectibles. He still thought about how the light reflected off the head of the tool. The laborious thump of the metal against the wood had sent shivers down his spine. Each smack was just another reminder that Absalom was not good enough, not strong enough, and not bright enough to handle what they wanted. Well?[/color] He blinked. She smiled wide, looking ready to sink her teeth into his throat. “Okay.” He said. There had been no fight in him in the first place. Shrugging his shoulders, he clawed at his neck as though loosening a sore spot on his shoulder.

Dressed in a blue jumper and tight fitting jeans, Absalom trudged along behind Sarkine. She chattered about the newest fashions passed down from the capitol and how she was determined to outshine the rest of her friends at yet another function thrown by his family. Bound by her wish, they continued along the main strip not far from the gym. His long face and cowered head lit up every window they passed. Every hundred feet brought about another sigh and lonesome look back toward where they came until at last the whole walk had devolved comparably into a funeral durge. With his feet dragging along the pavement with heavy thumps, his sister at last stopped jabbering and cleared her throat. As harsh as Sarkine was, even she couldn’t help but notice his sullen demeanor. There’s no fun in bossing you around if you’re just going to mope.[/color] She scrunched up her nose. I’m going to find something that suits me but I can't have you looking like you've found just found out the tooth fairy doesn't exist.[/color] She put her hands on her hips. He blinked. That had been a considerably dark day. Go ahead and buy one of your stupid heaps of junk already, why don't you? I know that'll at least keep that empty head of yours busy. I’ll come and fetch you when I’m finished.[/color] The gears in his head turned. He opened his mouth and held up a finger only to find no words. Go before I change my mind![/color] She shoved a fist hard into his chest causing him to let out another grunt.

His feet couldn’t carry him fast enough. The chimes above the door sounded, and Absalom skittered to a stop. His shoes let out a long shriek against the linoleum floor. He scarcely looked up from his spot before noticing another boy eyeing all the magical marvels the store held. Puffed up on adrenaline and forgetting his crippling social anxieties, Abaslom beamed at the boy. “Isn’t it… wonderful?” His words dripped out of his mouth. Absalom stared over at a display of toy sailboats. It must have been set up especially for the fall.[/color] The past three autumns were always marked by a display of ships and sailboats—a likely favorite of the shopkeep. “They have everything here—games, building blocks, stuffed animals…” He rattled off the list with a finger against his palm each time he named another item. He often dreamed about working here someday, after his last reaping. His heartbeat slowed as he stared back at the boy, and then to the toys lining the store shelves. “I mean…” He brought his arm back behind his head. He would think him crazy or a child, or both for chatting on like that.[/color] “If you like things like that…” He blinked and took a breath. It was all too much too soon, even he was bright enough to see. “Do you… like things like that?”[/blockquote][/size][/justify][/color]

Wonder
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everything is zoe's tbh.

temporary. [zori Oct 12, 2013 3:20:27 GMT -5

Post by Wonder on Oct 12, 2013 3:20:27 GMT -5

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ka·ne · light·wood
(noun) /kay-n/
1. i exist merely to please
2. your qualms that just
3. aren't that pleasant

“If you ever look at the sky, doubting the existence of other worlds, just know that somewhere a creature looks up at its sky, doubting you..”

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[/size]The bell rang as he wandered in to the toy store, it's shrill vibrations clutching through him in off tune beats. It was ever so unpleasant. There was nothing appeasing about the sound at all, it was merely an alarm to signify his entrance, and yet it bothered Kane so much - so, so much. He didn't want to be notified of his arrival after all, he knew that he was there, was that not good enough? Was it? Bell clinging, he rushed a few steps forward as to avoid it's harsh vibratos, there was no need for the formal warning in which the bell provided but it served it's purpose nonetheless. He was there. The thought was quite nice, he was there.

"Isn't it.. wonderful?" The voice penetrates through the clanging, snapping him right back into attention. A world seems to open up around him, full of colour and liveliness. This was the place to be, right here. Planes swirled through the air above his head, attached on small strings as they flew around in childish circles. Accomplishing nothing, and yet they cut through the air with such ease that the pointlessness of the whole situation was demolished right away. There were a few trains around the shop as well - whether or not this was a sign of an obsession with locomotives was beyond Kane; however the silent chugging along plastic tracks soothed his mind. Chug, chug, chug - tick, tick, tick. Rhythmically it was a beautiful sound to hear, one that he was sure to treasure eventually.

But trains and planes were not what he was here for. No. Something with more of a beat. Puzzles of varying sizes lined the walls, their difficulties varying, but all the end results a fabulous picture that was sure to please whoever was playing. A stack of marbles sat in a pot, collectable; however, just the same, not at all what he was looking for. There was everything that any child could want, anything left up to the imagination and yet Kane was struck with the thought that even perhaps his dreams did not live in here. Was that a possibility? It wasn't something that he'd taken in account. Maybe what he was looking for didn't actually exist.

It was all wonderful. Wonderful indeed. But that lingering feeling stood there still. What if, despite all of the loveliness that had been brought into his world in the past few seconds, there didn’t exist what he needed? The sheer thought was absolutely daunting. Yet, he still kept his head up, his jaw square, chin tilted upwards. 'Remember Kane,' he thought to himself, 'exude confidence and it will show through you.' He always considered this logic to be fairly sound. With a quick shakedown of his limbs, the tension that had amassed through his muscles seized and a golden wave of relief showered him.

The voice behind him mumbled on, though he hadn't really paid attention to who was speaking, his soothing voice almost childlike in its innocence. Uttering on lists, teddy bears, games - what was he even saying. Kane agreed, yes indeed it was wonderful. Struck by an arpeggio of colour, he allowed himself to bathe freely in the rays of positivity that burst out from every wall. The very toys themselves seemed to bounce of the walls and sing merrily. There was no questioning the mere amazing nature of the shop itself. "Do you.. like things like that?"

Well - yes. He enjoyed everything, everything that the world had the offer. The chipped pieces of paint of the red tiles in the toy shop, he admired the light beige undercoat. The creaky door that didn't seem to open quite as easily as maybe it once did, as shown by the bits of rust that lingered in the bottom of the metal frame. The dust covered lightbulbs that hung from the ceilings, and the lack of arrangement by any sort of colour when it came to the smaller objects. All of these things were things that gave the shop such character. And the toys! Oh the toys! Teddy bears that seemed to have battle wounds from the bits of stuffing sticking out their toes. Small plastic cracks on the train tracks that accompany moving trains, how they ended up with those, Kane didn't know - probably some hooligans. It was all so great.

"I love it!" He exclaimed rather proudly, not even turning to face whoever spoke to him. But he made sure that his expression showed that he did, indeed, enjoy it. He loved it! Accenting the love, to show just how much he did appreciate it all. He found that it was important to put emphasis on certain parts of phrases just in case and he smiled as well just to ensure that the point was made. Kane wasn't really all that sure whether or not the person, who he assumed to be a boy, saw the smile or not - but it was there. He loved it!

But maybe he would love it more if he could find what he was looking for.

"If only they had some yo-yos, do you know about a yo-yos? They're rather.. rhythmic."[/blockquote][/font]

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temporary. [zori Nov 15, 2013 0:25:42 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 0:25:42 GMT -5

Absalom Ottrel

---
Tryin to shut me up, tryin to hold me down
Never turning off 'cause I'm a light
Shine on a world that's moving fast
Here to guarantee you never crash
---

When the world smiled, you had to smile back.

[/color] Absalom had met a few that would humor him with his desires. There had been the girl in the training center that had made parts of him tingle as they talked in the pool. Another that had helped him to play the piano, but had vanished just as soon as his the echoes from his instrument had faded. A final had revealed herself in front of this same shop. He’d thought she would stay longer than the rest after apologizing for upsetting him so. Each one disappeared with the sun, off the horizon and into darkness. He’d been foolish enough to think that they too would rise and be seen again. He longed for a day when such people couldn’t be expected to fade with a laugh or a sad smile. It was nice to meet you, Absalom,[/color] They would say, I’ll see you again soon.[/color]

This boy shared the same excitement as he for the toy store. “I love it,” He’d said of the shop with enough joy Absalom was certain he could’ve bottled it up into a rocket. There was an instant of hesitation from Absalom, now leaning closer to the boy that mused over the trinkets and baubles lining the walls of the shop. Could he want to know about what was his favorite—the trains and clocks that were in the rear of the store, with their tiny little pieces and ornate little parts—but no, Absalom had to focus. The worst he could do was to not give the boy his utter and full attention. Was the excitement making him tired, or was it his intense focus on the boy in front of him? "If only they had some yo-yos, do you know about a yo-yos?” Absalom nodded furiously, and took a step forward without thinking. He gave a laugh and looked back, extended his arm and motioned for the boy to follow.

“There are three different kinds of yo-yo’s,” Absalom began, slow and steady. He walked toward the wall of yo-yo’s. He’d spent an entire year attempting to master them, and had even convinced his father it would help with his training (considering the need for agility and grace[/color]). Unfortunately, the sizable boy’s fat fingers couldn’t move fast enough, and his jerky wrist movements caused more accidents than deemed necessary. When he’d knocked over a family photo and an heirloom vase, Absalom had been slated for retirement from any and all yo-yoing. That hadn’t meant that he couldn’t still look at the wooden ones, the metal ones, the ones painted polka dot or neon. “Imperial, the ones that do the best tricks. Butterfly, which opens up better when you spin. And then there are a few that have rubber edges that they call offstring but I haven’t figured out what that really means.”

If the boy was asking about yo-yo’s, did that mean he was knowledgeable about them? Absalom hoped he didn’t look like a fool. While the toy store had become a home away from home, he wondered if his barrage of explanations sounded as it was supposed to. He wished he could be as eloquent as his sister—though he doubted she would ever be caught dead explaining the primary types of yo-yo’s—or at the least that he didn’t tumble over his words. They were heavier on his tongue than the weights at the gym, and try as he might; training his vocabulary had become a stunted effort. He gave another smile and let his hands hang at his sides. He hadn’t been ignored by the boy—this gave him some courage that at the least he wasn’t put off by Absalom.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before,” He let the non-sequitur find its way into the air. He wondered if it was rude to suggest not knowing the boy (and hoped that he didn’t have some reputation that he was supposed to have known[/color]). Life was much easier having his mother and father introduce him to all that he was supposed to have known. While they discouraged him from talking to anyone outside of their home and without either of them present, it had meant there were few faces he was supposed to remember. He could count on his hand the number of people he did know. “I’m Absalom Ottrel.” The boy blinked, and looked over Kane with a grin. After another moment, he stuck out his hand in offering. “It’s nice to meet you.”[/blockquote][/size][/justify]