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#Post#: 220062--------------------------------------------------
Tossing tides.
DIR By: JeyColins
Date: July 2, 2012, 7:47 pm
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[center]"His name is Rachet. Though we call him hatchet. He's
the type to shed you of your skin and shove salt in the creases.
He'll chop you up and eat you. So remember kids, don't go out at
night."
That old story, heard by generations and told by many elders.
Hardly anyone thought it was true after they turned into young
adults, all disreguarding what was told. How ignorent of them.
"You should've listened." That eerie voice said, so alluring yet
oddly nerve wracking. Screams, so many screams. Corpses found
without faces, women's bodies with their hearts ripped out. How
much more horrid could one person be? The answer, was a lot more
horrid. Rachet stood there, enjoying his latest meal, dried
organs and flesh in the palm of his hand. Some people thought it
was jerky or something. He just watched where the light streaked
and was soon walking past people and weaving through the
disbaning crowed.
Rachet let a quaint yawn slip through his lips as he found
himself full. Now Rachet was cruel, yes, but only when he wanted
to be. Rachet was about six foot seven and was clearly well
built. Though he did have a lot of scars. His teeth tore into
another piece of dried 'meat' as he looked around in the crowd.
Didn't seem to be anyone interesting. 'Fuck it' He thought,
moving through the sea of people before he suddenly came upon a
little girl with bright gold locks and blue eyes filled with
tears. Quirking a brow, he knelt down and frowned a bit. "Excuse
me little one... Might I ask... Why you're crying?" That
bittersweet voice charming and kind, Rachet could be quite the
lovely person. Only when he wanted to be though. He had his
reasons. The little girl looked up at him and sniffled
quietly,"I can't find my mommy!" She cried, her breath heaving
before he scooped her up and held her close. "Shhh, it'll be
okay m'dear.. I'll help you find your mommy." It shouldn't be
that hard for him, he had the girl's scent and looks, so he
could easily spot the girl's mother. Looking through the people,
he spotted a frantic woman, shouting about her child. Sighing
contently, the little girl looked over and squealed out,"Mommy!
Mommy!" She said, now happy.
Taking her through the crowd, Rachet gave her mother a stern
look. "Don't go off losing this pretty young lady.. It's not
safe out here. Haven't you ever heard of the old stories? Of
Rachet?" He stated, knowing it was himself but also knowing the
stories were highly exaggerated. The woman nervously nodded and
rubbed her eyes clear, holding out her arms for her daughter.
The little one hugged Rachet's neck tightly before giving him a
kiss on the cheek. Smiling a little, he handed her over and
turned on his heels. "Play nice... Evalieghn."He said smoothly.
Eva wondered how he knew her name when she had not told him, but
she didn't question it. Rachet looked around once more, taking
another bite of the meat in his now unoccupied hand, sighing in
boredom. Soon enough, he ended up sitting back in the forest,
arms folded behind his head as he dreamed of his next victim,
how he'd do them in, and how he'd feast on them with serrated
teeth unkind.[/center]
#Post#: 220140--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: Gwen
Date: July 2, 2012, 9:19 pm
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[center]How was she supposed to act? People seemed different out
here in the open. She’d stumbled upon one and he’d helped her
realize she was acting odd, but how did she fix it? She tried
asking him, she asked and questioned and he just looked at her
strangely and spat some curses, he insulted her and walked away
with a bottle in hand. So she just asked him again, she had to
know how it was she should act, all she did was grab him and tug
him with her but all he did was struggle and push and shove. It
was such a shame...she just wanted to ask him a question and he
ran from her after she gave him a warning, it was just a tiny
warning... She had to do it, he was being so loud, she just
wanted an answer...She didn’t get her answer and now the lab
coat was stained, and it’d had such a pretty starch white color
too, but now look at it. It was like someone spat red paint out
all over her pretty coat she’d taken when she left...But at
least his clothes were clean. She’d been sure not to make a mess
this time. They were a bit baggy but...they’d work for now.
Her memories were filled with strange inconsistencies. It was
like she had no memory of being any age other than she was now,
no child-like thoughts or remembrances. It was as if she’d woken
up from a dream and that’s where it all started. She just
remembered white walls always around. White walls and bland
schedules. There was breakfast, school with the other girl,
playtime with the other girl, snack, exercising with the other
girl, dinner, cleaning up, and then placed in that big room with
the other girl. She hated that other girl...she remembered that.
She hated her so much. She remembered what it was like before
the other girl appeared at least. The Caretakers had always done
whatever she’d asked for, and they’d always made sure she came
first, given her what she wanted. And then that other girl
appeared...everything changed. They babied her, always praised
her, and soon no one talked to her anymore. Countless days she
had to play with her, and she never saw what the appeal of that
little wretch was. She was so quiet, and she...she fucking hated
her eyes. Hated her eyes and hated her hair. She’d hated the way
those crimson eyes looked at her like she was nothing, and she
hated her black hair that only made her eyes more and more
noticeable. It was always so pretty, the caretakers had always
taken care of it and treated her like she was some gorgeous
goddess...Countless times she played, and the other one never
talked, never did anything with her. No matter how she picked or
insulted the other girl, she never got anything out of her, she
never talked to her, she never cared. She’d hated that, why
couldn’t the girl care about her? She hated it. She hated the
girl. And soon, she’d begun to think darker of the female. There
were the nights in bed when the other girl went to sleep that
she’d get up, and she’d watch the other girl, she’d eye her and
think of all the ways she could get rid of her. All the ways she
could rip out those glossy locks. All the ways she could
just...scoop out those crimson eyes. Just tear them straight out
of her pretty little skull. It was when she tried that things
really changed.
She got out somehow from all the pain. She didn’t have to see
the other girl anymore, she didn’t have that schedule anymore.
She’d made a mess on the way out though and had to borrow
different clothes, maybe that was one way she wasn’t fitting in?
But at least now she looked different, right? It was weird
walking again though, she could feel the oddness of it as she
put one foot unsteadily in front of the other. She felt the lack
of stability in the movement, and before she knew it, she’d
tripped over the length of pants that had refused to fit her,
and she found herself smashing into the ground. Pain splintered
inside of her mind, and she sat in the water, taken aback and
breathless at the sensation assaulting the nerves in her head.
When she sat up, she took her scraped fingers and brushed them
over the torn skin on her cheek. Though small, she could feel
the tiny bits of blood bubbling out from the scrape and it made
her laugh slightly, in a distracted manner as it was. She pulled
her fingertips away and admired the scarlet taint upon her
flesh, turning her fingers over and over as they caught what
light lay in the sky, shimmering in its odd texture and
consistency. It was so...pretty...But the more she looked, the
more she noticed something...the color. It was...Crimson.
Crimson, like those damn eyes...She didn’t know when, but she
felt her hand smacking into the puddle, an almost inhuman
screeching pouring from somewhere as she smashed at the water
with a fury. She hated that color. She hated it. She hated it!!
Now her clothes were wet, and she felt her head tilt down,
breathless as she sucked in breath after needed breath. It was
with this movement that something caught her eye in the ripple
of water beneath her. It was...a face. A simple face, that’s
what it was. She looked into it slowly, apprehensively. There
was the scrape, on her cheek, streaked with the directions of
her fingers...How silly of her...She could have sworn she had
seen...wait. She took another look, she stared deeply into the
puddle. There was the scrape and...and there was...coal black
hair. And...and...
Crimson eyes. [/center]
#Post#: 220193--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: JeyColins
Date: July 2, 2012, 9:58 pm
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[center]Those tingling sensations of the dried meat continued to
assault his tongue as he chewed on the snack. Yet something felt
a little off near him. Quirking a brow, he held a piece of meat
in his lips as he heard the near inhuman screech of what he felt
was either anger or unbridled sadness. Maybe a mixture of both?
Who knew. What he knew though was that he had long missed the
feel of that sweet crimson liquid pouring down his throat. It
had only been a day since he had last eaten, maybe who ever it
was would be his new meal for the night. Swallowing the meat,
the slick appendage left serrated teeth to lap at his lips as he
pushed himself up and shoved his hands into his pockets. Rolling
his shoulders to rework the muscles to loosen, he let long limbs
carry him towards where he heard the cry. In hopes of finding
some worthless scum to eat, he found them dashed as he came upon
what looked to be a female in distress? What the hell was a dame
doing out in the forest at this hour? Soaked as well it seemed.
Grumbling, he raised his hand and twined lengthy phalanges into
raven locks. That was when he spotted the blood upon stark
white.
Just who was this dame and why in the hell did she have to come
across into his area? A sigh parted his lips and he looked down
at her. "Yo. Dame. You alright? What's with the blood?" He said,
that bittersweet crush velvet tone slipping his throat. It was
dark so there wasn't much light for detail, but he could see
enough to know that she was pretty fucked up at the moment. Why?
He didn't know. "You're soaked to the bone. You'll catch a
cold." After having high hopes of being able to tear another
victim asunder, he had come across some curious looking dame
instead. What a shame, he had really been looking forward to
eating some fresh meat tonight. Figuring he'd just have to wait
till he got home and break open the scum he had stashed earlier.
It truly was annoying though, he couldn't seem to catch a break.
First that little lost girl, now what seemed to be another lost
girl. Yet he couldn't place if she was lost physically or lost
with in the confides of confusion. [/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: Gwen
Date: July 2, 2012, 10:41 pm
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[center]She wasn't even aware of anything. Not the cold biting
into her skin, not the sting of the scrape on her cheek, she
couldn't even process in this moment that there was a man there
talking to her. She was just...captured. Those eyes...those damn
eyes!!! They were her's! There, mocking her!! How...how dare she
follow her! The nerve! She...She just couldn't let enough be
alone could she? She just couldn't!! God dammit, those fucking
eyes...she could just...she could just tear them out! It was
with that thought that it dawned on her. The Caretakers...they
weren't here now to stop her, were they? She laughed lightly
then, just quick hiccup of a sound of amusement as she slightly
tilted her head up to look at nothing in particular, though her
gaze settled on the man. She laughed again, louder this time
while she settled back on her legs, her arms limp at her side as
she tilted her head further back, giggling now in harmony with
her laugh. "They can't stop me.~" She spoke in a sing-song tone
that drifted off into nothingness as she quieted, a smile slowly
starting to spread over her lips at the realization.
"They...can't...stop me.~"
The smile disappeared all together though as she finally allowed
the thought to sink in. How long had she waited for that? To go
after that other girl and not have the Caretakers stop her?
Finally...finally. Her hands rose as she held them in front of
her face, shaky and scraped and pink from effort of hitting the
ground. She looked at them...and lowered them to her face where
she began to grind her teeth together with force, gums aching
from the effort as she spat out her words with ferocity. "They
can't stop me!" Her fingers curled inwards at the digits,
popping with the force as she opened her eyes wide, the crimson
irises jittering from side to side as she shoved her middle and
ring finger forward upon each hand. She felt the sticky
slickness of her eyeball against her finger as they shoved
forward with such strength that she felt her fingers curve past
the small orb, pain exploding, splintering, crashing inside of
her as her lips tore open with a scream completely inhuman, a
scream of utter pain and sheer distress at the complete
self-mutulation. There were strange liquids pouring over her
fingers as she continued to plunge them forward, only screaming
louder as the sensitive nerves were torn, the blood, the pus,
the unidentified liquid coursing down her face and hands as she
shrieked with a near animal-consistency. She'd remove that woman
from her life...Starting with her eyes!![/center]
#Post#: 220273--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: JeyColins
Date: July 2, 2012, 11:10 pm
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[center]Ah.. Wonder what kind of bullshit I got myself into this
time. The thought crossed his mind as he watched the girl. She
was torn asunder by her own hatred for something, something he
wasn't quite sure of yet. Yet when she spoke, he quirked a brow.
Not there to stop her? Caretakers? Did this woman just get out
of an asylum? Or a hospital? The lap coat, the blood, it was
pulling together and he frowned a bit. Crimson orbs flickered to
a emerald color for a moment as he was adjusting his sight to
the darkness to get a better look at her. Yet when she scraped
slender phalanges down her face before suddenly diving them into
her sockets, he quirked a brow. "Interesting.." He muttered,
sighing a bit as he watched her. A woman who curdled and
screamed in pain as she was removing her eyes from the sockets.
Why was she doing this? Actually, why was he just standing here
letting her do this? He had to do something, right? Maybe he'd
figure out why she was doing this if he stopper her. She might
yell at him or even attack him, but maybe she'd state her reason
for removing them in the process. Crouching down, he didn't stop
her though. There was no point, she had already hooked her
fingers behind her eyes to rip them out.
If he tried to jerk at her hands, he'd only be ripping them out
himself. Maybe that was a better idea. Suddenly, a coy grin
enveloped his lips, serrated teeth showing prominent as he
watched her and reached out. Instead of grabbing her hands as
any normal person would, he placed his right hand on top of her
head and chuckled. "Lemme help you with that, since you're so
determined to take them out..." The slick appendage curled at
the corner of his lips. The sickening sound of flesh and nerves
tearing behind her eyes enticing. How much longer could he stand
his hunger for hearing the screeching pain of his victims? Was
this woman his victim? No no, she was doing something already,
he just wanted to help her out. Despite the disturbing and
maliciously delighted expression on his face, he was only
wanting to help her. Though he gained his lovely little
enticement, he might just keep this girl around.
Grabbing the joints of her fingers, he pried them from her eyes
and smirked while placing them on his shoulders. "You can't rip
them out yourself so quickly, your brain keeps telling you no.
Even though you so desperately want to rid yourself of those
eyes.." He said slowly, licking his lips in delight as he moved
his hands to the sides of her face. Those long fingers twitching
with anticipation, he wouldn't play with his food this time, he
couldn't. She wasn't his food, but even so, to see her in such a
state, it made his heart ache to hear her scream. Thumbs pressed
at the corners of already bugging and bruised orbs. "Scream.."
He whispered as he leaned forward, his thumbs suddenly pushing
into the corners of her eyes. He hooked them and shivered at the
delicious feel of the multiple wrappings that came from her
eyes, connecting them to the plenty of places for senses and
brain connections. Oh he was careful, so careful not to do
anything further than rip her eyes out. That's what she wanted,
what she was trying to do. So as he moved his index and middle
fingers to the opposite corners of her eyes, he cooed in
absolute euphoria.
Diving those fingers in to join his thumbs, he grinned, serrated
teeth clenching as he was so jittery with delight. So it wasn't
going to be a boring night after all. How wonderful! Jerking
back without even a moment's notice, he ripped the crimson pools
from their darkened home and grinned even more. That sadistic
smile keeping hold of his lips as he lapped at his teeth, the
liquids that came to splatter on his face enjoyable. "Nng.. How
delightful." He muttered, his tongue curving at the corner of
his lips again as he moved the orb in his left hand to his
right. Fingers trailing across her cheeks and nose before he
leaned forward and let the slick appendage press against the
warm liquids. "You taste so bittersweet.." He said, that
dangerously enticing voice bringing out the worst side of him
before he cooed once more and placed his hand atop her head.
"Come with me." [/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: Gwen
Date: July 3, 2012, 12:02 am
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[center]She was screaming until she was sure her lungs would
leap from her esophagus. Until her trachea tore from its
holding. Until her throat spontaneously combust. She was in
hell. Her brain was a master in its manipulation, the holder of
all cards at the table, it forced her through this suffering
without giving her what she desired most. Those damn eyes of
hers gone! Her fingers were curled but they shook so bad, they
touched and scraped areas that no thing should have ever
touched, and she couldn't remove them without taking those damn
orbs out of the way!! So she was stuck, bleeding, leaking,
screaming, crying, sure to be on the verge of complete puking
with the hysterics she was flying in to at the speed of light.
This was all her fault!! That damn woman, she did this! Maybe
she'd done this some time at night, put her own little digits in
and wiggled them around to pop out her eyes, to give her the
same ones! She was mocking her, mocking! Give you what you can't
stand. I'll give you what you hate the most, I'll take
everything! That's probably exactly what that whore was doing!!
That bitch! That cunt! Gwen was completely writhing, standing on
her knees as her upper torso shook violently from side to side
while she continued to howl like a banshee, only screaming and
forming something moderately comprehensible as she felt the hand
on her head. "NO. NO!" She shrieked and continued to simply lash
around, her fingers stuck, her body screaming, her entire brain
on the urge of total meltdown, still completely haywire as the
grip of cold fingers pressed into her palms, only to do what she
couldn't do herself.
They were pulled out, and of course, she only howled louder.
What was this fucking pain?! Her entire mind just kept screaming
obscenities, and her dirtied fingers only pulled so ferociously
at the cloth over his shoulders that the fabric itself tore. The
pain was rising higher, it was soaring high with the angels,
wings of fiery brimstone diving into the corridors of her mind.
There was somebody here, somebody a witness to her pain. Was it
her?! Was she here, mocking her, laughing at her pain from her
foul deed?!? But no, what was this? Despite her howling that'd
died down into an inhumane gurgle, she felt the fingers pressing
against the corners of her eyes that seemed to no longer work,
already damaged to the point of no return, this person was not
that damnable wretch. It was somebody else all together, she
could feel it as the serrated voice bit into her, as the fingers
shoved into the meaty craters of her skull, making that pain
completely blossom once again. A thousand slivers of glass, a
billion pees, ten thousand needles, and a hundred gunshots to
the brain. All she did was twist her hands from the broad
shoulders to clutch at her head, fingers tearing into her hair,
pulling on the strands until they fell off in her hands, letting
out that god-awful sound of terror and pain that a human only
usually got to make once in their life. Because that sound was
the scream of death. But she wasn't dying, she was suffering.
Her eyes...her eyes...they were gone! She couldn't see! God, she
couldn't see!! She wanted to cry, but couldn't! Her mind...it
was...tearing!!
As she kept her head tilting back, sobbing without any tears,
she felt something dripping down her face. Her whole complexion
was tainted with it, she knew it by the feel...it was dripping.
Sliding. Dropping against her open mouth. Snaking its way into
her throat. Dancing across her tongue...that sickening,
disgusting, coppery taste daring to paint her tongue from pink
to red. It was burning itself into her tastes in this moment.
She could feel it...that woman's last reverie. She was...she was
going to make her red on the inside too! But...but if this...was
from her eyes that meant...she...she was getting rid of
absolutely everything that woman gave her? She was putting it
all inside of her. It could never get out again that way...Her
hysterical sobbing was racked with hiccups and frantic
hyperventilation while her tongue, tainted with the blood of the
deed, gave her the taste of this victory. She'd won. She'd done
it...
Gwen shuddered all together, a sound permeating the sounds of
panic, pain, and distress as it all hit its bearable, possible
peak. She'd won...She'd won!!! The sound appeared again, a
bubbling sort of sound, a gurgle and a faint giggle all together
before it halted at the contact of something slick and wet
against her cheek. There was a voice...a voice in all of this.
It was...the person. Right? The one...the one who helped her get
rid of the eyes. Her hands that tore out the strands of her hair
were a vicious, shivering mess as they sloppily ran themselves
forward. They touched around, satiating themselves as they found
the planes of a cold face, only smudging the red liquid against
his skin, despite her inability to see. "They're gone...they're
gone..."[/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: JeyColins
Date: July 3, 2012, 12:30 am
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[center]Oh the delight of hearing her voice tearing and
screeching. Her body thrashing in defense at her brain's calls.
Yet when she began to calm slightly, his lips twisted and he let
the malicious grin die. Those curdling cries turned into coos of
delight that he had taken what she loathed most. Yet he wouldn't
deny it, he had gained something in return. The blissful feel
and taste of her, the sounds of her throat shredding screams, it
was so fucking wonderful! The smell enticing him to do so much
more but he refrained, her hands catching him off guard as she
smeared the bittersweet liquid on his face. Chuckling, he
dropped the orbs he had just ripped from sockets and placed his
hands upon her face. "Yes yes, they're gone. Now come along." he
cooed, leaning forward and licking her lips, trailing his tongue
along her cheeks to lap at the blood. A taste so tortured and
maimed he couldn't help but to enjoy it while it was there.
Straightening up, he slipped his arms behind her shoulders and
beneath her knees, hoisting her up. How delightfully twisted the
day had become. Tonight wouldn't be as boring as he assumed.
Which meant all the more fun. Turning on his heels, he carried
her along and simply whistled a light tune.
Rachet was so enticed by the strange woman who tasted so sweetly
bitter that it made his spine tingle. Yet he didn't want her to
die so soon, so he'd take care of that little problem of
bleeding. "Hmm.. So delightful so delightful." He muttered,
grinning and chuckling. Lengthy fingers coiling against her a
bit tighter as he carried her along. Without much care as to if
the girl would protest later, for now, he wanted her company and
he'd have it. After reaching the darker edge of the woodland, he
finally came to his home and jostled the door open. The three
'canines' howling and screaming for him though he simply clicked
his tongue to shut them up. "Now now, don't scare the lass." He
said with a grin, settling her down upon the couch. "Ahh.. How
troublesome." He disappeared down the hall and one of the
strangely large dogs skittered and scrambled across the floor in
excitement, sniffing at her for a moment before bolting after
his master. Yet Rachet just walked by the dog after petting him,
returning to the female.
"Hmm.. Your name, what's your name?" He cooed, sitting down and
pulling her into his lap. "Nng.." He ran his tongue across his
lips once more. How often did he do that? Quite often, it was a
habit to curl the long appendage against his upper lip in the
right corner. It was a sign of interest. Tipping her face back
with the side of his index finger, he slipped his tongue across
her cheeks, ridding it of the liquids that fell from open
sockets. Surely you didn't think he'd let that go to waste? That
sadistic smirk twining his lips before he picked up the roll of
gauze and ran his fingers through messy locks, letting them fall
over his forearm as he wrapped the gauze around the gaping
holes, soon letting her hair fall back down as he moved his
right leg onto the couch. Simply letting the unnamed woman lay
against him between his legs as he propped her against him, his
arm bending at the elbow to prop his face up on his hand. "Nng..
How interesting you are." He cooed, running his fingers along
her cheek and jaw. [/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: Gwen
Date: July 3, 2012, 1:12 am
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[center]"They're gone...they're gone..." She murmured again and
again as if in a trance, her voice hoarse and her throat
scratchy from the sheer effort of all her screaming. It left her
breathless, panting in an attempt to regain lost oxygen with no
avail, only closing her eyes despite their swollen resolve to
disobey her commands. It hurt to keep them open. It hurt to keep
them closed...She couldn't see but..that was okay, right? All
that mattered was that they were gone...And she quieted all
together now, solemnly pulling into herself as she held no
objections to the form pulling her up into the air, carrying her
wherever they wished. She just...couldn't care. Everything was
seeming dulled down, it was seeming slower, she was pulling on
deep inside of her and curling up in some god-forsaken hole deep
inside. She closed her eyes despite the fight it brought on her,
hiding the empty and wounded holes from which her eyes were
gouged out. It hurt a lot...but she couldn't feel it anymore.
Something snapped inside of her with all that pain, all of it
somewhat fading off into some far away, lofty feeling within
her. All she wanted now was to...relax.
She went limp sometime in between her experience and this
person's abode, only tensing back up as the howling and barking
burnt into her ears, setting aflame her mind's senses only the
slightest bit, making her face throb in pain. This was all that
woman's fault...that was all that was on her mind even as she
was set upon the couch, of which she sunk into slightly, only
giving the faintest notion of noticing when she felt the chilly,
wet sensation against her skin that made her recoil into the
couch. What was that?! It was...almost slimy!! She released a
sound of anger and frustration, of which went upon deaf ears for
the...whatever it was dispersed and was instead fixed with the
presence of the same person. He was...well, he was doing
something. Making strange sounds and strange notions, pulling
her along like some ragdoll into what she deducted was his lap,
but she was so tired and her body just shook, unable to cope
with all this pain and culture shock at once. She just sat
there, quiet, bloodied, cringing the slightest bit as the wet
appendage from earlier continued to lap across her cheeks.
Despite the...unsettling sensation of it, some part of her felt
herself more inclined to keeping still instead of jerking away,
quiet but giving off an air of curiosity as he finally released
her skin, leaving her to relish in the faint chill of air
against watered flesh. His hand was in her hair now, of which
her scalp ached from where she'd pulled, but she felt the
familiar sensation of a well-known gauze touching her skin and
binding her eyes from the outside world, and such a thing was
almost...comforting.
She hadn't answered his question yet, don't think she hadn't
heard. She just didn't know how to answer, truth be told.
She...had had a name, correct? They had given her one...as the
other woman too. So her limp form gave the slightest sign of
life as she was settled between his legs, the faint tightening
of her entire frame as her torn voice scratched out from between
her lips in its husky, smoke-like whisper that barely sounded
out from her ruined throat. "They called us...Gwen."[/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: JeyColins
Date: July 3, 2012, 1:36 am
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[center]"Gwen oh Gwen. What a darling little name. You look like
a doll though.. Hmm.. Us? I do believe I'll call you Doll. Since
it's more... You." He chuckled, grinning a bit. Though as he
felt the wetness drenching into his clothing, he frowned. "Oh
how troublesome." He muttered, slowly shifting her into his arms
once more. "Ah.. You'll catch cold..." Standing up, he carried
her down the hall and into his room. "Hmm.. Nng.." He scrunched
his nose and laid her back on the bed, moving over to his closet
and pulling some clothes out. She couldn't see, so he didn't
mind changing into a different set of clothes while she sat
there. Picking up the extra set of clothes he had gotten out for
her, he set them down on the bed and lightly grabbed bloodied
hands, pulling her up a bit. "So small." He muttered, quirking a
brow before he pulled the lab coat off her and tossed it to the
side, pulling the shirt over her head while he was being all too
careful of the tenderness that cascaded her face. Though
currently green pools did swoon over her figure, they didn't
linger long as he placed a black t-shirt on her and gently
pulled her arms through the sleeves. Laying her back down, he
undid the pants she wore and found that the clothes she had been
previously wearing were too big for her.
"Ah.. Interesting." Curling his tongue to the corner of his
lips, he shrugged the clothing from her hips and off her legs
before he replaced them with some warm fitting pajama pants.
"There. Now you wont get sick." He muttered, scratching at the
back of his head before he moved to the side of the bed.
"Sleep." He said, shifting her onto the pillows and covering her
up. "Rachet has some things to do, Doll. Stay here and sleep.
Don't wonder around the house, it'll be troublesome." Clicking
his tongue lightly, he placed his hand atop her forehead to see
if she had risen a fever before he left the room. He took care
of the rather clingy and large beasts, feeding them and petting
them for a few minutes before he disappeared into the back of
the house only to return with more dried meat. After a few more
minutes, he came back into his bedroom with a glass of water and
looked down to her. "Nng.. Your voice is hoarse.. You should
drink some water." He cooed, sitting down on the side of the bed
and putting a shred of the dried organ into his serrated teeth.
Lapping his tongue across his lips after eating it, he scrunched
his nose and glanced to her. "Can you drink anything? Mmm. Nod
instead of talking."[/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: Gwen
Date: July 3, 2012, 10:43 am
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[center]"A doll...I suppose I am a doll..." She murmured
faintly, though her throat hurt with that effort alone. She was
aching everywhere, face especially, the entire surface swollen
and sore to the simple touch of her face against his chest. A
doll she would be for the time being, because she still felt the
lack of need to move or react at all, just a mindless weight to
flop around wherever he wanted at the moment. It was a relief,
however, to feel the comforting touch of some sort of softness
beneath her. It wasn't like the softness from the labs, where as
it wasn't soft at all, just a sort of stiff lump with stiff
pillows and scratchy blankets, thought that other girl...she got
the good bed. The one she'd had before...Gwen's fingers curled
slightly into the blankets at the thought as she felt her
clothes removed, an actual common sensation as habit in the
institution. Despite the other girl's perks, she had to wear the
same clothes as herself everyday...nothing ever changed aside
from the sizes. But...she was faintly surprised. The clothes
didn't feel stiff, almost plastic along her skin. They
felt...warm and kind of soft...what would the word be for
it...Comfy?
Gwen was now placed upwards, the softness continuing around her
head, almost soothing the painful throb against her skull that
was growing into a splitting headache. It all hurt, it all
did...And she was out. Just a few silent minutes, but in those
minutes she had completely blacked, only faintly conscious at
the notice of his presence beside her. He was saying
something...but she could barely hear, all she could feel was
the blood roaring inside of her head. The blood...that girl's
blood...
Gwen would have woken up, eyes wide, snapped open but all she
saw, or didn't see, was blackness. And she gasped heavily, her
throat hurting within the span of minutes, breaths thrusting
inside of her throat with a scratchy consistency. All Gwen
responded to his question was a bout of hurtful coughing, her
hands holding at her throat.[/center]
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