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#Post#: 502--------------------------------------------------
Sympathy
By: NyxPsyche Date: July 4, 2012, 7:31 am
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Look at me. LOOK AT ME! Jesus friggin' Christ no one in the damn
town has a goddamn bit of sense!
In the window of an abandoned bar, a rather androgynous
individual stands, screaming at the passer-by's in frustration.
No one stops. No one turns to glance at the reflection. In fact,
if anyone were to take notice, they would see nothing. Not the
being, not even their own reflection.
Hey! Hey you! Yeah, YOU! Over here! Get me out! There are people
in here! They want OUT! The individual thrusts hands further
into the window, then bangs on the glass. No sounds emits from
the efforts, although, the reflection does falter slightly.
Please! Please help me. It's been centuries. Why doesn't anyone
see me?! Tears stream down the being's face, and it is obvious
that this had been an endeavor tried many times before.
#Post#: 504--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sympathy
By: Itchigo513 Date: July 5, 2012, 3:39 am
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It's 3 am, and St. Phillip's Street is still alive. Joey had
been right... Despite the unusual people people that had come
it, it had been a fairly calm evening. Jessika had come back
early to releave him from his duties. When he had questioned it,
she had merely smiled one of her rare, warm smiles, and told him
it was a long walk to Metaire.
She was right, of course. Walking home like he was, Joey didn't
expect to make it home until 5am. Neither Jessika nor Sarah
owned a car, otherwise they would have offered to drive him
themselves, he was sure of it. And, of course, he hated riding
in cars anyway, so a cab was out of the question. So, he thought
with an amused look in his eye, here he was walking the darkened
streets, feeling like the hoodlum he used to be.
Joey paused as he reached a vaguely familiar street, and
examined the map Sarah had lent him. "According to this", he
muttered to himself as he traced the route on the map with his
finger, "this street may actually be a short cut that could save
me about twenty minutes by cutting through the park..."
Joey smiled at himself. He had always had a knack for direction
and navigation, which had helped him significantly over the
years. He pocketed the map and headed down N. Rampart St. Not
long after he realized he was near Dumaine, the cross street
where Mad Eye's Irish Pub had been located. Joey smiled at the
flach of memories of fun nights and even more exciting bar
fights he had enjoyed there when he first arrived in the Big
Easy. A few months back, there had been a death in the family,
ol'Mad Eye's wife, he seemed to recall. The pub closed shortly
after.
Joey glanced at his watch. Yeah, he had time to reminisce a bit.
At the next corner, Joey takes a left and follows his feet to
the abandoned bar. As he nears it, he could have sworn he heard
someone inside. His brow furls together as he rounds the corner
and cups his hand around his eyes and peers into the glass. All
he cam see is an empty, gutted building. "Huh...I could have
sworn I heard someone..", as Joey pulls back, his eyes focus on
his reflection in the glass, only...it isn't quite right. The
tear stained cheeks and eyes full of pain rise to meet his, and
Joey realizes with a start that the "reflection" isn't even him.
#Post#: 505--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sympathy
By: NyxPsyche Date: July 5, 2012, 5:17 am
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No...you're not looking at yourself. You see me. Tell me you see
me. The individual mumbles, staring at the male in front of the
glass, black hair covering a perfectly beautiful face,
absolutely symmetrical, with large, piercing grey eyes.
I'm here. I exist. I'm real. A hand presses up against the
barrier between them. The fingers are long and thin, and the
nails sharp. The individual hesitates.
Can...can you see me? the being calls out, a scared, solitary
voice wavering in fear of rejection. The sound is crisp, leaning
more towards the masculine side.
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Re: Sympathy
By: Itchigo513 Date: July 5, 2012, 3:50 pm
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Joey stares at the image in the mirror in slight confusion, then
turns to look at the people passing him on the street. He
glances around the building looking for something out of place
or a sign indicating and interactive projection set-up or
performance art. It was New Orleans, after all. He'd seen odder
"art" pieces than this here. Nonetheless, despite his
suspicions, there were no projector's in sight, and no notice or
artists statement. He returned his gaze to the figure as it
assured him earnestly of it's existence.
Joes closes the distance between himself and the window, his
head tilting to the side with curiosity. His own grey eyes
narrow as they move from the delicate hand to the hypnotizing
face, taking in and analyzing the being before him. As he moves
closer, Joey says to the reflection, "Yeah...I can see you."
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Re: Sympathy
By: NyxPsyche Date: July 6, 2012, 12:32 am
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The male's mouth parts in disbelief. You...you can? A huge grin
graces his perfect face and he wraps him arms around himself to
stabilize himself out of excitement.
What-What's your name? Where are you? The words come rushing
out, almost unintelligible to the human ear.
He presses his hands up against the glass again, bringing his
face close to the glass. His breath does not make a print.
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Re: Sympathy
By: Itchigo513 Date: July 6, 2012, 1:01 am
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Joey smirks in spite of himself. He closes his eyes briefly,
swallowing the pill of looking insane to others as he talks to
an abandoned bar. But, hey, it's New Orleans. This kind of thing
is a daily occurrence anyway, right?
Opening his eyes again, the smirk grows into a polite smile.
"The name is -", he makes a unusual split second decision, " -
Joseph. I'm on the corner of North Rampart and Dumaine. In, uh,
the French Quarter of New Orleans." Then, with a bit of
uncertainly, for he didn't know the extent the male's question,
"In the United States."
He pauses as he stares into the male's eyes and asks gently,
"And...who are you? What are you? And", his eyes look almost
amused, "why are you in the window of Mad Eye's old pub?"
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Re: Sympathy
By: NyxPsyche Date: July 6, 2012, 1:11 am
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The male begins to jump up and down in a display of excitement.
My name is Rayne! I'm uh- trapped in here... He peers behind him
in a look of pain. I can't believe you can see me! He turns back
to Joey. Joseph, can we go somewhere to talk? I haven't talked
to anyone outside of here in...a very long time... He tries to
remember the past.
Please, please? I'll follow you through the windows. What year
is it? He begins to pace back and forth through the reflections
of the two windows, faltering between the break in the panes.
There are so many things I want to say! But, there will be time
for that later. He turns abruptly toward Joey, and really sees
him for the first time. W-Wow...people are much prettier now
than they were before... He mumbles to himself.
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Re: Sympathy
By: Itchigo513 Date: July 6, 2012, 1:47 am
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Joey is a bit taken back by the last comment, no one had ever
directly suggested he was "pretty". He wasn't sure how to
receive it, so he said nothing.
"Well, Rayne", he begins as he briefly examines the window pane
musing how one might get trapped in glass without being
submerged in molten glass, I'm actually heading home at the
moment. Um, if you want to join me for the two hour walk, you
are welcome to. I'm not sure how you plan on doing that, but go
for it."
He looks curiously at the window once more, and begins walking
back in the long direction of home. Sure enough, his new
"friend" was following eagerly. Joey glances over at him as he
walks, "Oh, and it's the year 2012. How long have you been
stuck?"
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Re: Sympathy
By: NyxPsyche Date: July 6, 2012, 2:44 am
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I'm not sure... He counts on his fingers as he walks. It'd be
somewhere around the year of our lord and savior 50 that he
first found me in his image... Rayne shakes his head, his hair
falling into his eyes as he jumps from surface to surface,
following Joey as best he can. But I can never be quite sure on
years and dates. It all seems to run together somewhere.
So, New Orleans, you say? Why does everything seem so decimated?
He passes from a window to the reflection on joey's watch.
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Re: Sympathy
By: Itchigo513 Date: July 6, 2012, 3:30 am
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Joey looks around at the area, as if seeing it for the first
time. [font=verdana]"Yeah, now that you mentioned it New Orleans
is a bit run down. It had never really occurred to me. I guess
Leningrad was just such a sh*thole growing up, that everywhere
else has just seemed not that bad in comparison." [/font]
He shrugs, "Then again, a lot of the city was damaged few years
back from a intense hurricane, Katrina", he frowns a bit, "and
thanks to the f*cking red tape and corruption of bureaucracy,
the city hasn't gotten the help it needs and many of it's people
are still suffering without getting the help they need. It's
ridiculous."
Joey glances down and notices the location shift. "Good plan.
I'll be hitting Airline soon, and the only windows will be from
the passing cars."
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