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Chayne&Lok
By: Layne Date: November 10, 2011, 12:18 pm
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Terror.
The entire house seemed to scream it. From the moment one walked
in the front door to the living room full of scattered furniture
and crooked frames, to the opposite end of the house where a
bedroom was filled with shredded paper and fluff that could only
come from the ripped up comforter in the corner. There were
dents in the sheetrock walls that were roughly the side of a
fist, and a few larger ones that could have been from a head
being slammed into it. Flipped chairs made getting through the
living room and kitchen more like a maze than a simple walk, and
shattered glass covered most of the carpet. One of the windows
were broken, plus two mirrors and several picture frames. Books
were shredded, clothes thrown about. It would seem like a simple
robbery and vandalism if one didn't look in the bathroom. The
porcelin tub was streaked with blood, as well as the tub and
floor. Even the walls were splattered with red, and there were
several razors scattered on the tiled floor. Outwardly the house
was a quaint, comfortable home out in the country, surrounded by
flowerbeds and a wide lawn covered in leaves as the trees
prepared for winter. On the inside, however, the true
devastastion was clear.
Pain.
Sitting in the hallway with her back leaned up against a wall
was a young woman, early twenties. She had been there for hours,
unmoving, her bright blue eyes unfocused as she gazed toward the
opposite wall. Her mind was still reeling, her thoughts jumbled
and confusing. She was disoriented to say the least, and
probably would never have moved if it wasn't for the need to
relieve herself. Standing was a struggle, and she wobbled before
bracing her body against the wall. She wore only a pair of
pajama shorts and a thin tank top, not very appropriate
considering the cold air whipping in through the broken window.
The fact that her skin was freezing to the touch didn't even
register in her mind, she simply wasn't aware enough to care.
She made her way to the bathroom, weaving from one side of the
hall to the other. Once she made it and had finished what she
went in for, she glanced in the mirror and just stared. Her long
blonde curls were matted with spots of blood, her pale skin
streaked with it. She had several small cuts all over her thighs
and hips and even her sides, as well as some on her arms. Over
one hundred in all, and none were cleaned or bandaged. Along
with the cuts were the bruises on her back and legs, and one
smaller one on her cheek near her ear, along her jawline. It was
easily hidden by her hair, though she didn't think about that
yet.
Insanity.
She felt it again, the soft whispers of the one who wasn't
really there. For weeks she had heard faint whispers from a man,
but there was never anybody truly there when she looked. He was
kind to her, even loving. She began looking forward to when he
would talk to her, though it never seemed like long enough
before he would fade to silence and she would feel the ache of
loneliness once more. Now she heard his voice again and could
have sworn she felt the faint touch of arms around her waist.
The voice urged her to clean herself up, to take care of
herself. Almost without realizing it, she began washing the cuts
out, wincing and flinching every few seconds. It hurt worse than
it had before, but once it was done the pain faded a bit and she
found herself relaxing a bit. The voice remained with her, a
constant though slight comfort in the midst of all the
confusion. She was dazed, but managed to make her way back to
the kitchen to eat breakfast. Later she couldn't even recall
what she ate. She even showered and dressed without noticing
that she was doing it. All of her actions were guided by a
person who wasn't really there. She knew, deep down, that she
was probably crazy. The faint touches that she imagined, the
voice that soothed her broken soul. None of it was real, but it
was what she needed and craved worse than anything else.
Anxiety.
The dress that she wore was a pale bluish purple, made of silk
and satin. It hung down to the floor and had soft, tiny straps
that hung off her shoulders. The chest was embroidered with
flowers, and below the empire waistline was a sheer layer of
material that seemed to shimmer in the light. Over the dress she
had pulled on a warm wool jacket, lined with soft fleece. She
slipped a random pair of shoes on and packed a bag, slinging it
over her shoulder and looking all around. There was nothing left
for her here. She left the house, not even glancing back as she
began her journey down the road. Each person that she passed
going the opposite way gave her a fresh round of panic. She felt
a hard ball of anxiety in the pit of her stomach, her mind
convincing her that each and every one of them was likely to
strike her. Her slender hands rested in the pockets of her
jacket, hiding the fact that she made small fists every time
somebody got too close. She was sorely tempted to run back to
the house on several occasions, but she resisted. Walking on,
mentally keeping a hold on the man she pretended walked with
her, holding her close.
#Post#: 23908--------------------------------------------------
Re: Chayne&Lok
By: MrMaru Date: November 16, 2011, 12:26 pm
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~Translucent Nightmare~
Laying in bed, alone, yet unable to sleep; visions of terrifying
horrors haunting him and causing sleep to evade him as a cruel
and harsh Mistress. Shaking and trembling in terror, heart
beating faster and faster, when so suddenly... yet reassuringly,
the door opens and a divine light fills the abysmal void; enter
the luminescent figure. A shadow woman, with beautiful and firm
features, a silhouette of beauty; angelic in nature. Fighting
for his life, then no longer, the man in bed goes quiet; his
gaze transfixed upon the intruding beautiful shadow. He whispers
softly, fear and longing in his voice. "B.. beauty... wh.. what
is.. your name?" But alas, the angel's voice wouldn't come.
Merely, raising her right hand, she leaned forth, and touched
his chest above his heart; leaning the more closely and pressing
her lips to his, pulling away faintly whispering. "Please..
help.. please... wake..."
~Waking the melancholy soul~
Suddenly, his eyes shooting open, Lok's figure bounds forth and
he looks around; his breathing, exaggerated. "Where...?" He can
only speak the one word, his eyes refocusing, as he realizes it
was a dream; finally he whispers to nobody. "Wh.. who was that
beautiful creature? Why did she call for help?" Not thinking for
long, he throws the sheets from his naked frame and bounds for
his closet; grabbing a pair of combat pants, dark black shirt,
and his stereotypical duster; storming out of the old house like
a blazing fire from an explosion. His entire being seems to
pulse and radiate with power and determination, yet worry and
fear; struggling to torch his soul with the flames of the dew
laden apocalypse taking place inside.
~Unleashed: The great beast~
"Who.. where..." He kept whispering, looking around frantically,
yet for who; the woman had no name or face.. merely a
silhouette; hardly enough to find a woman. They all had breasts,
and nice firm figures for the most part; how would he know which
was which? Lok wasn't sure, but the sweat on his brow as he swam
through the ever expansive sea of people was evident to some
turmoil despite his lack of knowledge as to the mysterious and
yet extensively gorgeous angel's identity. Finally, coming upon
a woman who seemed to be suffering from some traumatic
experience, he comes to an almost abrupt halt and gasps for
breath; having ran from his own air supply. Gasping, he calls to
the woman as he struggles to keep up; his exhausting running
having caught up to him. "Hello...?"
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Re: Chayne&Lok
By: Layne Date: November 16, 2011, 12:53 pm
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Walking onward down the road, she found herself approaching the
city. It had been her destination when she started out, but now
she wasn't so sure if it was a good idea. Hundreds of people
walked the streets, going home after work or going out to dinner
with their friends. It was a nightmare for somebody who just
wanted to be alone and not have to speak to anybody. She stopped
at the edge of the city and gazed down, standing on a small
hill. From here she could see part of the wide expanse of
streets and crowds, she could even see the downtown marketplace
that was positively buzzing with live music and people shopping.
She hesitated, biting her bottom lip anxiously. It wasn't too
late, she could go back and forget she had even attempted
escaping that awful place. Either that, or brave the city and
hope she could find a quiet place to stay that she could afford.
She took a few deep breaths and started down the hill, entering
the city tentatively.
Inwardly she yelped in terror every time somebody even brushed
her arm, but outwardly she just gasped silently. This experience
was going to give her a heart attack, she just knew it would.
She looked nobody in the eye and avoided downtown entirely,
sticking to side streets and attempting to find a cheap inn or
quiet tavern to get her nerves straightened out. The invisible
voice that remained at her side seemed to be whispering
reassurances in her ear, telling her that everything was going
to be just fine. She had a hard time believing that since things
were obviously so far from 'just fine', but the voice hadn't
purposely led her astray yet. The feeling of arms wrapping
around her made her relax almost instinctively and she continued
to walk, soon once again contemplating her sanity. She was
soothed by a person who didn't exist, and she didn't even
believe in ghosts or whatnot so that couldn't be the
explanation. Perhaps she was just completely insane. That was
the conclusion she kept coming to, no matter how many different
ways she examined the issue.
Her thoughts were interrupted by footsteps rapidly approaching
behind her. She tensed without thinking, the soothing voice
seeming to fade for once. Of course, just when she needed
comfort the most, it left. She looked around, noticing there was
nobody else on this particular street other than herself and
whoever was coming closer. Normally that would make her happy,
to be nearly alone, but now it just made her more anxious. She
heard a breathless voice and turned to face the stranger,
finding it to be a man who seemed to have run a fair distance.
Her bright blue eyes scanned him absently, and she took a slight
step back. There was no way anybody would approach her like this
unless it was for something bad. That seemed to contradict the
fact that he had only said hello, but she wasn't in a very
reasonable state of mind to say the least. She didn't say a
single word, just gazed at him and tried not to panic too badly.
#Post#: 23967--------------------------------------------------
Re: Chayne&Lok
By: MrMaru Date: November 16, 2011, 1:37 pm
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Watching the woman who seemed frightened, knowing it was
possibly because of him, he raised both hands as if trying to
show that he meant no harm. He spoke softly, calmly, despite his
lack of breath. "I.. I won't hurt you. Don't fear me.. please..
I mean you no harm, miss." He fell to his knees, trying to catch
his breath; looking up to her. "A.. a voice... an image.. of a
woman.. in distress.. lead me here."
Finally, after several moments of breathing, he sat back on his
legs much like a dog would; gazing up at her, he nodded as if
reassuringly. "My name's Lok. What's your name, miss?" Shaking
his head slightly, trying to further calm down, he spoke again.
"I truly don't wish to startle you, I was desperate to find the
woman who's sillhouette I saw in a dream last night. She was
asking for help.."
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Re: Chayne&Lok
By: Layne Date: November 16, 2011, 1:49 pm
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She watched the man raise up his hands and noticed that he
wasn't holding a weapon, but that didn't mean much. He made no
move to get closer to her, which was a good thing since she
would have bolted if he did. Already she was trying to calculate
how long it would take to run to the end of the street and lose
this man in a crowd. Her chances weren't that great since she
was in a dress and a poor runner even when she wasn't seconds
away from a panic attack. She bit her bottom lip nervously and
took another step back as he spoke again, not believing him for
an instant when he said that he wouldn't hurt her. The fact that
he knew she was scared of him was a bit upsetting, but she
realized that she wasn't doing a great job of hiding it. When he
suddenly fell to his knees, she squeaked slightly and stepped
back quickly, mistaking the movement as an advancement toward
her. She soon realized the error and just watched him,
bewildered as he described a voice and image that led him there.
As he recovered, she said nothing, remaining silent still as he
introduced himself. She didn't respond with her name, and just
blinked and stared at him when he said that he was basically
chasing a dream that he had the night before.
"C-Chayne. My name.. is Chayne.." she finally managed to
stutter, seriously debating how sane this man could possibly be
if he was looking for a woman's sillhouette. Why would he even
seek this woman? It was just a dream, after all. She took
another step back from him until she felt the faint touch of a
hand on her shoulder, holding her in place. The invisible
presence said nothing, just held her gently and made her feel a
little warmer. She hesitated, but the anxiety from even this
small conversation was just too much. This man probably wanted
to hurry up and keep going anyway to find the woman he sought,
she figured. She swallowed hard and looked away from him.
"Sorry, I c.. can't help you," she said, her voice barely above
a whisper.
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Re: Chayne&Lok
By: MrMaru Date: November 16, 2011, 2:30 pm
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Looking up to her, slowly rising to his feet, he nodded and
whispered. "Chayne.. Was that the woman's name?" With a nod, he
spoke again softly. "Wait.. please, don't go. I'm just curious.
I won't harm you, I swear it, I would rather kill myself."
Looking to her, he flashed back to the dream and realized that
minus the wings, she matched the sillhouette; a startling
revalation.
"By the gods..." He gasped softly, then heard her speak;
curiousity welled up inside. "Miss Chayne.. I think you may be
able to help, even if you don't think you can." He paused for a
moment, not wanting to scare her any more than he had already.
Speaking softly, he began again. "Please, tell me, have you been
asking a spirit for help? In my dream.. the woman... the angel..
she asked me for help."
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Re: Chayne&Lok
By: Layne Date: November 16, 2011, 2:50 pm
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Chayne turned away from the man as he got up and took a step
towards the end of the street, but then he asked her to wait.
She stopped automatically and hesitated, slowly turning back to
look at him. His claim that he'd rather kill himself was a bit
confusing but she didn't believe it for even a millisecond. He
was a liar, just like everybody else in the world. Nobody could
be trusted, after all. She stepped back slightly when he gasped,
confused as to what he saw when he looked at her. Nobody had
ever called her Miss, at least not that she could remember. That
got her attention, though she really wasn't certain that she
could help him at all. He was looking for somebody, a woman, and
it seemed like he didn't know anything other than that. Finding
a random woman in a city that she didn't really know her way
around was beyond impossible, and she was in no state to start
hunting down a person anyway. Especially for some man that she
didn't know. She barely remembered his name, she was too full of
anxiety to focus enough to recall it.
As he asked about a spirit, she blinked and gazed at him in
silence for a moment. Her thoughts had scattered and she
hesitated, confused. The first thing that she had thought of
when he asked was the invisible presence that was with her
almost constantly, the very same one that she could feel right
now with a gentle arm around her as if to protect her. He
couldn't possibly mean that her insanity indicated a spirit...
Could he? She thought back to her highest pains, recalling how
she had cried out, aching for the aid of the one she couldn't
even physically see. There was no way that Lok could know that.
He had to be making things up or thinking of something else,
there was no other explanation. She shook her head anxiously,
unwilling to admit that what she felt was more than imaginings
of her own mind.
"N.. No, I haven't.." she replied softly.
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Re: Chayne&Lok
By: MrMaru Date: November 17, 2011, 7:25 pm
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Nodding to her, he sighed and waited for a moment. "Do feel
anything telling you that you'll be safe and that everything'll
be alright? I don't know, I still feel something pointing me in
your direction.." He couldn't help it, the angelic entity
wouldn't allow him to look away; almost as though tunnel vision
had set in. Whatever it was, Lok was now sure this woman was the
angel's earthly presence.
"Miss Chayne.. " Pausing somewhat, he collected his thoughts and
continued. "Please, be honest. I have no interest in harming
you, I swear it. I just feel an overwhelming force trying to
guide me to you. It had to have been more than just dumb luck
that two lost souls come together, this day, each apparently
seeking something. Each night.. I spend... alone.. I have a
dream of a woman.. searching for me.. while I'm searching for
her.. she wants someone to protect her.. and I want someone to
protect.. and love.. I don't understand it. Does it make any
sense to you?"
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Re: Chayne&Lok
By: Layne Date: November 22, 2011, 1:54 pm
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His guesses were getting uncomfortably close to the mark,
forcing Chayne's mind down paths that she wasn't sure she was
ready to handle. He knew that she was being reassured by
something that wasn't truly a person, which she had never told
anybody before. How could she, when the end result would likely
be that she would be declared insane or unstable? She didn't
know if he was just messing with her or a very good guesser, but
either way she didn't like it. He claimed to be drawn to her by
some dream or something, and she had no idea what to say to
that. The presence that stood at her side seemed okay with
everything that was happening and she could feel an arm around
her back. Now she was wondering if it was there for comfort or
to keep her from running. Perhaps a little of both. She bit her
lower lip anxiously, edging closer and closer to the dangerous
side of a panic attack. Not speaking as the man continued on in
asking for honesty and again said he didn't want to harm her. He
kept saying it, but that didn't make it true... He could very
well be a liar just like the rest of them, she was certain of
that.
"N-No.." she stuttered quietly, stepping back another step as
she gazed at him uncertainly. Her bright blue eyes were alight
with confusion and panic, and she just shook her head a bit as
she struggled to reason out her own thoughts. "I don't w-want
protecting, so I.. I guess I can't help you.. I'm sorry, good
l-luck in your search," she continued, glancing back towards the
street nearby that was bustling with people. For some reason
nobody walked down this quiet side street, as if nobody lived
here at all or people were just avoiding them. She almost wished
for a crowd, to allow her to focus on something else other than
the possibility of this man being right about everything. "Have
a good night," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper as
she quivered slightly in the cold breeze, her exhaustion finally
setting in as she held back a yawn.
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Re: Chayne&Lok
By: MrMaru Date: November 22, 2011, 4:26 pm
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"Miss Chayne..." He gasped. Suddenly, the scene faded to a
ghastly white void filled with the angelic spectre and the
spirit who'd protected her. Was this the spirit world? Was this
really happening? The angel woman raised her right hand and
placed it upon the male spirit's shoulder and spoke. "Sooth
her.. Lok means no harm.. try to sooth her so she doesn't
panic...." With that, the angel withdrew her hand.
Now, the two fading back into existence; each spirit behind it's
'partner'. Lok felt a hand upon his shoulder as the naked
sillhouette of the angelic figure stood beside him; allowing
it's faint divine glow to radiate over him and give off a warm
and comforting glow. "Please.. don't leave miss Chayne.. Never
before have I seen such a beautiful woman."
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