The moons shadow }} Dylan

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The moons shadow }} Dylan Nov 26, 2013 6:56:53 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 26, 2013 6:56:53 GMT -5

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delilah cale.

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[/size]he dark rings under my eyes are like black ink on a pure white piece of paper. They stand out like a beacon- a symbol, a clear indication, of my lack of sleep. With a small pale hand I rub my eyes with the back of my hand, my lips tipped down lightly at the corners. Pulling the covers away from my legs, I climb out of bed, the place where I have spent hours upon hours trying to rest my tired eyes as an evil soul swoops and howls darkly around me. Numbly I slip into some pants, the material rough, but gentle at the same time, as my thin leg slips into the hole that had been constructed as so. I barely take in ache in my legs, my min d eager to escape the place that held memories strong, memories that were vivid, memories that sent chills through my body.

My fingers close around the cold metal of the handle to my door. The coolness fills me with a feeling of dread which I try to push away. I didn’t need to think about this, about her, not now. Right now I was trying to escape her, I was trying to get away from the thoughts that she brought me, I was trying to escape the pain that her wrath forced upon me, me and my small exhausted body. With a frustrated sigh I pull the door open, my feet- bare- slipping slightly on the tiles floor of the hallway.

Light flooded my eyes and I flinch back, my hands instantly moving to shield my eyes from the bright light.[/color] “Bloody hell, who would leave the light on?” I moan to myself, my free hand searching the wall for the switch which would douse the dazzling lights. My fingers find the knob that they were looking for and instantly switch it so that the light that filled the narrow corridor was washed out. Hesitantly I remove the hand from my eyes, my eyes slowly- but surely- being revealed to the now dark space. Despite my mood a small smile slips onto my thin lips, a sigh filling me. That’s better, much better, I think to myself taking off down the small pathway.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, I reach the end of the corridor and I am ripping open the front door. A blast of cool air wraps itself around my body, weaving itself around my limbs, wrapping me in an awkward embrace. But I welcome it; I fall into the embrace, my mind being wiped clean from the thoughts that haunted me at night. I smile, my lips turning up slightly at the corners. For the first time since I had come out of bed I felt more alive than ever. I take a few more paces, listening as the door shuts gentle behind me. I moan slightly as the door closes with a loud thud, my ears straining to hear the agitated footsteps of my parents climbing out of bed, demanding to know where I was going, demanding to know why I was out of the house at this time at night, before dragging me to my room with a frustrated growl.

Silence.

Silence fills my ears and I breathe a small sigh of relief, my bare feet taking off down the small pathway that winded in and around the majestical garden that surrounded my rather small house. As I walk down the dirt path my eyes fall upon one of the larger trees that are rooted just before the small gate that would lead me from the garden and onto the quiet streets of district two. It seemed to stick out from the rest of the garden. The way it stood showed age, and I couldn’t take my eyes from it. With a small glance around me I wander off the dirt path, my feet finding themselves walking upon the rough uneven surface of mulch. My fingers come in contact with the aging bark, and I brush them up and down, trying to memories the feeling of the bark against the smooth skin of my palm. It was odd, to connect something so rough and old, with something so youthful and soft.

Once again my slime grows and I pull away from the old tree, entering the empty streets of my home.
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The moons shadow }} Dylan Nov 26, 2013 7:09:47 GMT -5

Post by Dylan189 on Nov 26, 2013 7:09:47 GMT -5

Mark Antony

My eyes open, not to a sound, peace, silence. Two things I enjoy much of. Five a.m. as usual. Luck me last night I feel asleep and dreamed about many things. Family mostly... family, most important thing to me. Still in bed, contemplating weather or not to get out of bed today, at five, like I do, every day. A deep sigh escapes my lips. I throw back the blanket, exposing my naked body. Simultaneously sliding outta bed, grabbing my shirt and a pair of jeans. One after the other the clothing comes on. Socks. Shoes.

Walking out of my room, the silence in the house stands. I go from room to room, re tucking in my siblings. I always do Flavias room last, because she is always awake when I am. "Flavi-" I cut myself off as to see shes asleep. Odd, never once has this happened in 3 years. Even as a baby she would be wide eyed and ready for me to rock her to sleep. This came off as a sign that today will be a bad day. Or it could be a good day. But it made me uneasy, maybe staying home with my family would be good for the day. No, I need my morning walk.

Walking back out Flavias door she mutters in her sleep the same thing I say to her before, "Te amo parvulum" roughly translating to: I love you little one. How odd is it that when I am in her room she would repeat these words. Even when she is asleep. I step out of her room and close the door. Turning around to face my mother standing crossed armed behind me, first sight of her I jump. I calm myself and tilt my head. " Mother?" No answer just a woman standing there. Staring into nothingness it would seem. I step away from her. My mother is a dangerous person. I know this. She is psychotic. When I was younger she once tried to burn me with a heated pan. Before I leave I make sure all the kids doors are locked from the inside. Then I walk out the door.

Its very cold. I don't like cold. It brings wind, and interrupts the silence of the world in the morning. Following my usual rout, walking down an ally, through the square, then down one more street to the fence. Once at the fence, I walk along it for a few hours. That is my route. I plan to stick to it today. As I enter the ally way I notice on my left, an old man passed out drunk against the wall. Thinking nothing of it, I push on.

The next thing I feel in a cold arm around my neck. I cant breath! The old man is choking me. Loosing time to get air to my lungs I throw my weight into it and slam his back against the wall, on impact he loosens his grip and I take my one chance at getting out. I grab the arm wrapped around my neck and pull away from my body, leaving a big enough gap for me to slip my head out. I turn and face the man. Almost instantly I drop my dagger outta my shirt sleeve and with a swift motion my arm swiping from left to right leaving a bloody gap in his neck. The man stands stunned holding his neck as blood pours out and he falls to the ground with a few bloody gurgles and dies.

"If you wanted some money all you had to do was ask," I say aloud, dropping a dollar bill on his lifeless chest. Turning as if this phased me none I push forward on my walk. But this conflict costed me a few seconds of my life that I was not willing to waste. Instead of walking through the square today I turn down another road that will lead me to the fence a few seconds quicker. I know. I have counted both ways at least ten time. Usually no one is out and about at this hour, but one I see a bare foot girl with baggy eyes walking down the street. As I pass her I say, " There's this thing called sleep, you could use it." I say as I walk past her.

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The moons shadow }} Dylan Dec 3, 2013 9:21:46 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Dec 3, 2013 9:21:46 GMT -5

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delilah cale.

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[/size]take small steps at first, my bare feet touching the cool stone of the pathway only for a few moments before they are off again, into the air and back down on the ground. I didn’t need to think about the process- but it helped, it helped to sooth my roaming mind, my tired brain, my exhausted body. I barely think as I walk, I only listen to the endless instructions of my mind as I walk down the deserted streets. The moon above me was like the eyes of a mother- staring down at me- almost affectionately, was I wandered away from the comfort of my home. Well, not really the comfort, but still a place of familiarity a place that I knew, that I felt safe enough, during the day at least.

I don’t see the boy walking towards me- my mind is busy elsewhere- but I hear him, “there's this thing called sleep, you could use it." His words are drummed into my mind. I blink, my eyes coming into focus as a boy who seemed to be a couple years older than me walks towards me. I take one look at the boy and know for sure that he was career- training to be the one person victorious when it came a time when he would be thrown into an arena filled with others who wanted him dead. I frown up at him, my delicate eyebrows knitting themselves close together. Who was he to give me advice- I didn’t ask for it. I was not one who took well to people telling me what to do.

[/color]“Oh yeah?” I say, my bare feet coming to a stop of the cold stone, my clear- but unsteady- gaze racing to meet his with a ferocity that I didn’t know existed within me. “Tell that to someone who cares…” My words were bold, confident even, but I wasn’t. I felt weak, and boy was I tired- but I was not one to back down from a fight, even if I was in the state I am in. I take a step back, my head suddenly spinning, almost as though it took too much energy to stare at one place for too long. My hand reaches out, my fingers closing around the sturdy pole of the fence behind me, giving me balance and strength.

“Anyways, I don’t need sleep. I am fine.” My voice is blunt, my eyes no longer able to hold his string gaze. The ache in my legs was something that was familiar, something that made me- begged me- to just lie down on the floor here, to close my eyes and let the gentle sing song of sleep take me away. But I knew that wouldn’t happen, she would come, that wretched bitch would find me… Then she would taunt me, she would make sure that I would lie awake, my body trembling as her cruel voice sliced away at my delicate mind, one that was easily broken.

For a moment I even forget the boy is here, my mind fully focused on me and my feeble attempts to stay on my feet. But after a moment I remember him and instantly I try and stand without the guidance of the pole beside me. I had to be string, well look string at the least. I didn’t know this guy, and for all I knew he could just be looking for some poor soul to satisfy his hunger. With great effort I find myself managing to stand, my knees shaky, but still string enough to hold my weight. “Why are you still here?” I ask stiffly, my gaze falling back onto the boys green eyes. I knew nothing about this guy- but I did know that no one could be trusted, not even the kindest of people. Everyone could hurt someone, and right now, I was not looking for someone to cause me pain.

To be totally honest, I just wanted to be able to sleep, sleep away my worries, sleep until I could sleep no longer. But I didn’t want her to be there. I just wanted it to be me- me and my fleeting dreams.
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The moons shadow }} Dylan Dec 7, 2013 13:37:43 GMT -5

Post by Dylan189 on Dec 7, 2013 13:37:43 GMT -5

Mark Antony

Mark watches her as she speaks, his head tilted slightly with a neutral look on his face. This girl must have some problem with her, she wasn't quite cared for it seemed. Mark has a soft spot for less fortunate people. Mark stepped closer to the girl, slowly with a hand up, showing he means no harm. Mark put up a genuine smile. " I'm sorry I came off the way I did, I'm still here because obviously your not getting enough sleep. I wanna help you, but your going to have to trust, for a little bit to actually help you." Mark held his hand out for her to shake " I'm Mark. You don't have to tell me your name if you would like."

Marks neck showed a big red mark that looks fresh, his throat burned from the mans grip. Mark tried to cover it up with his jacket before he let the ally way but it was no good, and if you looked closer, there was a red stain on the ends of his jackets arm, on the right side. Mark gave off a light sense of calmness, as he tried to calm the girl down. She staggered around and Mark wants to help her, but he waits to see if she will accept the help.

(Kind of short I know, but im just a bit out of it and i really wanted to givve you a reply)