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Deadly Divine.
DIR By: Red
Date: June 12, 2012, 3:10 pm
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Your life. . . it will turn out greaaaaattttttt my dear, a lot
of surprises will unfold and all you have to do is sit back and
enjoy them. You are a woman of wealth I believe, and getting
what you want isn’t hard; with your looks, I don’t think
anything is hard for you. [The tavern was rusty; noticeably
ancient, deep-rooted secrets lying in the core, though the woman
sitting before her, predicting the happenings of her day with
swaying hands over the supposedly magic ball seemed
dramaturgical, laughable. Red enjoyed the serene atmosphere, for
once at a solitary confinement, away from gawking eyes,
wandering hands, interested humans. A somewhat evil lark sounds
out through the old wooden place, as her friend chuckles,
leaning back and flicking over the ball, letting it smash
against the floor with no distress, no caution for whom the
owner was and what the ball itself, was.] Oh fucking right,
wealthy. [Scoffing, and protesting against the false
indictments, with a shake of her head, Red lifts both arms,
crossing them over her chest with a drawn-out sigh, looking
around with vacant looking bright blue striking eyes; they had
broken in, in need for not only shelter but money, to move on to
their next destination. Little did the women know that this
roadhouse was being observed, by the very witch that claimed it
as her own, and slowly, were they being set a spell on, that
would affect them forever.]
[They hadn’t known of the curse the witch had placed upon them;
the old lady’s power was undeniable, and to a mere stranger it
would seem duplicitous for such an old woman to be in possession
of such power but Red had witnessed it with her own eyes, the
colour that had seeped from her hands, locked into the very soul
that was beating against her ribcage, this very moment. Her
friend had tried to run, tried to cease every opportunity but in
doing so, had marked her death. Thinking back to the day of the
ritual, she shivers, anger boiling deep within her. It had been
the witch that had set Red’s spirit; the woman was a
manifestation of the colour, itself. Her short snappy temper
evident of this, just as anyone would epitomise a fiery deep
rouge with anger. For a moment, she could feel the emotions that
had taken over her body that same night, the blood on the
witches hand a threatening, and though she tried to push the
emotions back where they belonged in the back of her mind, it
was hard, and took patience, something Red didn’t have.]
[Temptress, was Red; the most seductive woman any man would ever
feast their eyes upon; her delighting voluptuous body, wide
hips, drawing attention to her large derriere, this all in turn
harmonising with her thick thighs, was a picture of perfection.
Her black hair, splayed along her large breasts, a piece of red
cloth wrapped around her tiny midsection tightly, to lift her
mounds, making them seem more round, lifted. Her lips were the
most soft velvety lips, rose-like, cheekbones standing high on
her face, which was intensely structured. All this, for one
purpose; the woman would seduce men; bring them back to the
witch, to do as she pleases with them. A tan, all year around
coloured her body, giving her a tint that went well with any
colour she wore, though the only colour she wore was red, too
scared to question the witch’s authority. Walking along the
dense, murky trees, with her dress adhering to her skin, she
sighs, reaching an opening, a pathway before her leading unto a
road, with a small petrol bar next to it. Slowly, she makes her
way to the bar, enjoying the sun, giving her radiance, which in
turn, made her appear more beautiful.]
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Re: Deadly Divine.
DIR By: Rainbow
Date: June 12, 2012, 5:03 pm
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[center]Off in the distance there is a kind of deep masculine
voice telling a tale of the Legend of Cherish. The voice comes
from a tour guide, which unknowingly is making a young girl
relive the horrors of her past. As the guide tells the tale the
girl has visions of the massacre that happened so long ago. As
the visions start to take over, time seems to stop for her.
In Sydney Valley there is a tiny lit cabin perched up on the
highest hill. A dull light amid the gloomy night flared outward
dispelling all darkness. Nocturnal animals scatter among the
forest floor, wolves howled at the moon with a beautiful song
and owls hooted noisily within the murky skies. Gentle footsteps
crushed the leaves which rested within a pathway. Barely audible
produced echoes latched onto the breeze and flew away. The moon
gleamed down upon a winding dirt path leading up a steep hill to
the old fashion cabin. A silhouette appeared on the forest
floor, as it strolled its way up to the winding path. The breeze
caressed the trees as the branches produced a scratching noise
against the cabin. A little girl roused from a drowsy slumber,
big blue irises glanced towards the cracked window. “Grandma…”
An exhausted girl stared up to her Grandmother with slow
response the Grandmother lowered her head and smiled weakly,
“Yes darling?” A tender voice spoke. “Can you tell me the story
again? About the legend again please Grandma.” The tired little
girl spoke kindly, “Why yes darling…” As she stopped to inhale
deeply and exhaled deeper rushes of warm air grazes against the
young girls cheeks. She crawled up closer to her Grandmother
resting herself in a comfy spot against her Grandmothers chest.
The Grandmother smiled once more and snaked her arms around
Cherish and held her tightly in a warm embrace. “Once upon a
time… A young girl around your age was named Cherish….” Cherishs
light ocean blue orbs glanced towards the warm lit fire place
that rests beyond her, seconds within the story she fell into a
deep sleep. Mysteriously a figure passed through the wall,
hiding beneath the dark matter quiet growls seeped from the
beasts’ mouth. Fright filled into the Grandmother, she held her
little granddaughter closer to her body. “How could you do this
to me!!!” Roared the beast as time stopped and froze everything,
the old woman stared in shock a trembling voice spoke. “Wh…Wh…
Who are you?!?!” Shakily she raised her hand in horror.
Her vision progresses, something the tour guide says makes her
snap. Time resumes and she yells out over the crowd to the tour
guide. And she says, “What do you people know, you weren’t
there! You know nothing of what happened or how it affected
people’s lives so many eons ago.” The crowd freezes and looks
between her and the tour guide. The tour guide turns and says,
“I know what I’m talking about! This is my life, and who are you
to tell me otherwise?” She angrily responds, “People like you
make legends into lies!” They glare at each other. “If you think
you know so much, then by all means tell us you think happened.”
When being dared she took the challenge without thought. She
strolled calmly up to the front of the crowd, as she stood
before them she turned to the tour guide she whispered quietly
into his ear when leaning over. “Don’t mind if I do…” Snapping
herself back into place, she stares out into the crowd. “Many
eons ago, this town used to be as lively as it is today. Only
difference is on this exact day… A witch council hid away
beneath the church.” The tour guide looked over towards her
nervously, but he quickly smiled to show that he knew that
information. “This symbol is of a little girl that was the
youngest that they’ve kidnapped. They took her underneath the
ground…” Her voice angrily rose, “They cut her eyes out of her
very own SKULL!!!!!” Within seconds she grabs forcefully at the
hood of the cloak and pulls it down. A blood stained gauze
wrapped around her head tightly. “I’m that little girl.”
Everybody stares in horror; the tour guide stands there amazed
by this. “I was six years old, now I’m 16 and I want my damn
revenge!!!” Without a pause in between she kept ranting on anger
oozed out of the furious girl, "I'd be damned to not be able to
get my revenge!!!" Cherish felt light headed as she happened to
become numb in all of her limbs wants more she weaves in and out
of existence and disappears again, to only reappear in the same
spot again. It was like nothing had changed, Cherish had sensed
the surroundings and every individual didn't change in the
ripple of time. The tour guide began to start over on what he
was talking about, this time Cherish didn't interfere with this
traveling frame. The tour guide yet again messed up on the same
spot, Cherish clenched her fist and walked away without a
word.[/center]
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