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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 7 2009, 10:42 PM (97 Views) | |
| Mayuko | Feb 7 2009, 10:42 PM Post #1 |
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A shady-looking figure shuffled through the streets, murmuring incoherently. The few sentences that were legible read “All of us are in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars... BUT WHAT IF THE STARS AREN’T LOOKING BACK?! WHAT’S THE POINT THEN?!” She abruptly screamed, causing many to turn around and stare. Though she didn’t notice, and the soft hum of her murmur had returned. Her eyes scanned the ground and came to rest on a tin can that has being stepped on and kicks. She knelt beside it, her eyes alight with... a mixture of excitement and happiness, like she was in between them. She picked up the can, and begun chewing the on it, succeeding in ripping a little of the metal apart. She smiled broadly, and tearing the can with her bare hands. She cut her index finger on the rough metal, and a few drops of blood leaked down her hand. She didn’t feel a though, because she has managed to break a scrap of metal off the can. She lifted her shirt to expose her stomach, where her leather belt with three identical pouches sat. She opened one of the pockets and stuffed the scrap of metal in it, while drawing out her needle. She placed it against a long fragment of her hair. She hacked away at it by constantly stabbing it with the pointy end of the needle. She missed once, and the needle embedded in her flesh. She pulled it out, wincing slightly even though it had not being in there deep. A gentle flow of blood began. However she had what she wanted, a small tuft of reddish-brown hair lay in her hand. She put it in her pocket and licked the blood off her face, slowly, with her tongue. It was a routine, the scars on both her cheeks showed the she had missed with her needle many times before. Though, by the way she liked the blood off, one could wonder if she was relishing it. Hua – her rat – moved inside her clothes, and she relaxed slightly. As lowered her shirt to cover her belt, she pulled out Hua from the folds in her clothes, and looked at his little ratty form. Her was quivering slightly, as if he had smelt something particularly good, though she didn’t seem interested in the blood residue on her cheek. She made soft, crooning noises to him, muttering nonsense as usual, though this was in a ‘kind’ way. “Ashes said I should keep you, and keep you is what I will, Hua. Ashes and you are my only masters. “ There was never a good time per se to interrupt Harley, however this was possible the best mood she had being in for... maybe years. Her drunken eyes were dilated, and her mouth was stretch into a rather ugly grin, however a smile no less. She rubbed her forehead against the little rat, before placing him back in her clothes. “You know how I love you, Hua...” She mumbled, her eyes – while insane – were dreamily content. Edited by Mayuko, Feb 7 2009, 11:20 PM.
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| Naminote | Feb 7 2009, 11:14 PM Post #2 |
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Grey wandered outside, his hands stuffed inside his pockets. Today he wasn’t wearing his lab-coat, though he was still sharply dressed in a grey tweed suit – a little old fashioned and maybe a little daggy. It was a mild day today, not that chilly, but his cold-bloodedness demanded he wear a scarf – just a simple polyester black scarf. He came from an uppity class family but he didn’t like to buy new clothing or spend his money on useless and lavish items. Today he was in his everyday form – no visible signs of scales on his hands and face, the places on his body exposed out to the cool day. His usually heterochromatic eyes instead were both a shade of forget-me-not blue, somehow very bright against the cloudy backdrop and his pale and handsomely mathematical face. He noticed a strange girl, very young – though the roots of her hair were white-blonde, like an aged person, but the lower part of her hair was a lovely and rich auburn colour – though uncared for, and was left dull and tangled. He didn’t exactly know if she was troubled or not, but she seemed to have a minor cut on her finger, and blood was on her cheek. “Miss, please stop there,” he bent his knees to come eye level to her, and produced a clean white handkerchief out of his pocket. He slowly brought his hand towards her cheek and wiped the blood off her cheek in one, precise sweep, applying only very faint pressure. The blood came off cleanly, and left no sanguine streaks. It was the work of a scientist, obviously. “Here, I thought you might… need this,” he blushed, trying not to go salmon pink even though he was talking to someone at least ten years younger than him. Again, from his pocket, he got out a band-aid, just in case he cut himself on a sharp piece of glass or some other accident that might happen is his house. “Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked, as if he were a doctor. He was usually like this to people who were even slightly injured on the street. Grey thought it was stupid to help a woman just because she was beautiful, or to help a child just because he or she was cute. The creature in front of him was far from attractive or cute. She reminded him a little of the troll underneath the bridge in the Three Billy Goats Gruff. Her eyes are so red and swollen. I wonder if she has allergies to anything. |
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| Mayuko | Feb 7 2009, 11:54 PM Post #3 |
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Her ears were tuned out, and she had being planning to cover hear ears and either scream, or mumble in a few seconds. Whichever one took her fancy. She heard talking behind her, which caused a knot in her stomach, though no other worry. She didn’t like people being behind her, though she chose not to let it bother her, content was never a common thing with Harley, and when it happened it was short lived. So she closed her heavy-lidded eyes, thus obscuring the blood-shot, drunken look they had to them and began a slow, scratchy whisper, like the noise you get on the radio when you are caught between stations. It was not loud though, just loud enough that Harley didn’t have to think of anything but keeping the noise up. She had expected no one, but maybe this ‘visitor’ would get off more easily that one who interrupted her when she was screaming at something or other. It was then she felt someone else’s breath on her face, and she opened her eyes wider than normal, staring at the intruder with shock. He was at her eye-level, which shocked her more, until she realised that he was bending down. She had slightly frozen, and she was caught between making a voodoo doll, running away or hunching in a ball until he left. However, mid decision he reached out with a cloth and gently wiped her face of the remaining blood. She hadn’t realised it was stinging until it had stopped, and although she was grateful for the mild pain to have gone away, she would have being more grateful if he had never come here, or if he left now. Though he didn’t leave, he stayed, looking at her with concern, though she couldn’t read what emotion was on his face. “Here, I thought you might… need this,” he said, retrieving a band-aid from his pocket. She stared at his nose for a few seconds (she could not bear to look anyone in the eyes), and snatched the band-aid without a word of thanks, or even a smile. “Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; the loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.” She said clearly. If he had wiped the blood away with his finger, she would have hit him, but since it was only a cloth she was lenient. She picked up the tin can, and threw it at him, although missing. It was hard to believe that one could miss at such close proximity, however by the time she had go to throwing it, she was already look down, pulling out her thread and needle. “He is the DEVILS REINCARNATION!” she yelled, using the band-aid to bind her cut hair, news paper, a shard of glass and the bit of tin can she had found earlier, together. “HAHAHAHAHA! The devil is bound by VOODOO! As are all living things.” It would take a truly insane person to realise that none of her voodoo dolls had actually worked. She picked up her needle, and drove it through the clumps of hair and rubbish, believing she was killing the devil. A malicious grin spread across her face, while everyone of the few passers-by wore the same expression, that looked something like “Wtf.” |
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| Naminote | Feb 8 2009, 12:43 AM Post #4 |
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He looked at her, observing her expressionless and drunken face. “Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; the loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.” The girl murmured. She likes poetry? Grey mused to himself, rubbing his chin. So she is well read, then. She then proceeded to throw a tin can at him, though it missed. He was a little shocked at such ferocity, though he continued to be near the girl, a little too shocked to move his feet and run away. He was definitely perplexed as she started to sew and bind things together. She’s into sewing crafts? He seemed to be getting the wrong idea at her avant-garde creation of a voodoo doll. It was a peculiar little thing really. He rubbed his head thoughtfully. “He is the DEVILS REINCARNATION!” she shrieked, crafting a mess of junk and hair in her palms. “Me?” Grey said shyly, pointing to himself. Once she picked up her needle and stabbed it through the voodoo doll, Grey winced a little, turning chalky white. He assumed the doll was a representation of him – such violent intentions for a little girl… he was taken aback by her fury. He pocketed the stained handkerchief, and tried to hide the fact that he was changing colors quite rapidly due to him being confused and not knowing how to react. One of those ways was trying to burrow into his black scarf and cover his face, though the colors still flashed and changed on his hands. “Excuse me,” he said, covering up his ears and trying to tuck his hands into his tweed jacket as best as possible. He then began to run off very quickly away from the crowds (he still didn't like the thought of a few people seeing him change colors), still rapidly changing, displaying a spectrum on his skin. It wasn’t a particularly sunny day, so he was feeling a bit weaker than normal, so that was why he had to cover up more. After about 100 metres, he stopped, feeling his small heart banging against his ribcage. He couldn’t scuttle like a lizard or chameleon on a branch, especially in clothing. “Need… food… energy source…” he started to think about sourdough pancakes, surprisingly enough, that was his favorite food. Edited by Naminote, Feb 8 2009, 12:47 AM.
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| Mayuko | Feb 8 2009, 01:22 AM Post #5 |
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Harley hadn’t noticed his absence, she had only noticed that Hua was gone. A panicked lump rose up in her throat, and she searched around hurriedly, looking for her rat. She had being too intent on killing the voodoo doll, that she hadn’t noticed that Hua had wriggled out of her clothes, her rage was replaced by fear. She saw a rat nibbling at the can she had kicked, but it was not him as this rat didn’t have a small bend in his tail. It was only then she registered that Chame was not near her, and her eyes grew wide. He must have stolen him! Devils incarnation now go after RATS! I thought they hadn’t figured out that rats were the ultimate source of power! She thought, the number of thoughts racing through her head was becoming overpowering. However, she spotted Hua, about ten paces from where Chame had stopped running. She used her tiny legs to transport her, running as hard as she could. She scooped him up, where he sniffed the air, and she could detect happiness running through him. She could see, in his eyes, a glimmer of understanding that was missing in most humans she knew, most likely it was the ability not to judge, or run away out of fright. She remembered that Chame was standing on a few feet from her, so she took a few steps back, and looked at him. She was surprised Hua had run after him, but she didn’t know what she was feeling. She couldn’t put a name to her own emotions. “It seems HUA has followed you, perhaps my VOODOO rid you of the devil after all!” She yelled at his back. "A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?" she murmured, letting the answer come to her mind, Well of course you’re not crazy! You’re the only normal person on this planet! I mean, look at that guy, he’s changing colour! “Is it the devil that is causing you to change colour, rat stealer?” Edited by Mayuko, Feb 8 2009, 04:44 AM.
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| Naminote | Feb 8 2009, 05:24 AM Post #6 |
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“Is it the devil that is causing you to change character, rat stealer?” Chame glanced up and turned around, looking at the girl holding a rat. He breathed air in, trying to fill his lungs with oxygen efficiently as possible. “I’m doubtful of the existence of the devil,” he said a little bluntly, though he didn’t say it in a bitter way. He was taking care to be careful, thinking the girl might have been religious, and he was treading lightly as possible on the subject.“If he does exist, then the devil isn’t responsible for camouflage.” He looked down at his hand, and it was a ghastly and vivid shade of tangerine, and then it jumped into a creamy Papaya whip, straight down into the colour spectrum to a mute red colour. Confused feelings subsided, though he was exhausted from the mild cold and wasting his energy. Gradually, his face and hands began to shift back into his pallid and normal complexion, though his cheeks were red – not a reaction from his colour changing properties. He wasn’t feeling particularly well on this cold day, and his stamina dropped a little. It always took a bit of extra energy to keep up a human looking form, especially in mornings, and when he didn’t eat. His face began to grow a little sharper than it was, though the change of detail was only very minute, his eyes became more angular, his nose sharper than soft and round, and his lips began to grow colourless and thinner. Chame wasn’t really aware that he was changing back to his original form as a chamelian, though he felt the changes. “Sorry,” he apologized, the scales creeping up his skin, replacing the appearance of human flesh, as it took on a somewhat taupe grey shade and a strange, marbled texture. His eyes were very bright, both extravagant shades. One was icy blue, and the other was a rich copper colour. “I’m not exactly human, I apologize. I need to… get an energy source,” Chame said, unaware that Harley wasn’t exactly human either, but still, he continued with his apology. “Er, I… I’m sorry for disturbing you!” He stuttered and managed a quick bow, feeling a little embarrassed by talking to the opposite gender, even though whom he was talking to looked to be thirteen, though the roots of her hair were white-blonde. He adjusted his scarf, trying to cover up as best as possible, and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Hua is… a nice name, by the way…” he mumbled. “It means ‘flower’ or ‘slippery’ Chinese…” |
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| Mayuko | Feb 25 2009, 03:29 AM Post #7 |
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“I’m doubtful of the existence of the devil,” said the man. Or at least, that was the category her brain told her to sort him into. She shook her head wildly, her scraps of hair flying around her head like a halo. “If you doubt the devil he seals your fate, if you speak his name he writes your death certificate, and if you dare say a word against him he will unleash ten fold on you. It is… the,” – she mouthed the next word – “Ashes.” She grinned at his colour changing, her eyes appeared to be staring in different directions, the sort of stereotype that is often associated with a maniac. She watched a tangerine shade appear before her eyes, before some other sort of colour… she thought it was a green, took its place. She nuzzled Hua with her face, making soft… purring sort of noises. Noises of affection, at any rate. She swallowed; she had tasted blood in her mouth. Picking up the remains of the VOODOO doll, she let Hua chew on them. The ashes didn’t like people who were wasteful, so giving a chew toy to your rat was not only kind, but also using up the scraps from something of no longer use. Her anger had subsided, and the Ashes no longer plagued her mind. “Sorry” her murmured, she assumed he was apologizing to her for doubting the Ashes. “The Ashes are doubtful as to whether forgive you, they are not easy to please.” She said in a clear voice, despite the drunken-slurring that was eminent there. She picked out her needle, and inserted it into her cheek, running it up and down, leaving a cut from jaw to forehead. “The Ashes like art such as this, you may want to try it.” She licked the few drops of blood that came to her mouth, and let Hua lick the rest. “Let the scythe” – she was referring to the needle – “grace you flesh, the Ashes might even PRAISE you for this.” She said, cutting along the bridge of her nose. She looked up for the first time since she had given Hua his chew toy. “SCALES? That might make the pure art a little hard.” She whispered, that Ashes were everywhere. The had spies in the concrete, in the dirt. “Though they might approve of a scale offering,” she added, shrugging. It was not her problem if he could not please the ‘devil’. A blur of mumbles passed her mind, nothing was picked up until the last of his twittering. “Hua is… a nice name, by the way…It means ‘flower’ or ‘slippery’ Chinese…” “Oh ho ho, so this one is not as ignorant as he may first seem. Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon and star. Maybe, from this encounter, you have learned something. Maybe just maybe, a star is ablaze in you ignorance somewhere, it may just be shining through,” she rambled, looking extremely sombre. “Do you see a moon, or maybe a star, in you night time of ignorance which you have slept through?” |
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| Naminote | Mar 3 2009, 01:24 AM Post #8 |
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Chame smirked a little when she described the devil. He felt his cold blood gush around in his veins, supplying circulation to his small reptile-like muscles. "Death certificate? Young miss, I already know one day I will die." He felt his life was considerably shortened by the experiment three years ago. "Your words may be pompous and flourished for a little girl... in the end they're just garbage. They don't mean anything to me." The girl began to utter garbage again. “The Ashes like art such as this, you may want to try it.” She was cutting herself with a needle. Slicing her face, to be precise. “Let the scythe grace your flesh, the Ashes might even PRAISE you for this.” He wanted to stop the mutilation, but he decided against it. She was doing it purposefully anyway. Psychological problems of a small girl were not for him to take care of - they were up to her guardians or parents. That is, if she had any. "Ars longa, vita brevis." he said in Latin. He was aware that some ancient tribes practiced self-mutilation and sacrifice. He thought it was absolutely absurd, but if they thought it was necessary, then they can do it for all they pleased. It was when he was challenged to do it, that part made him irritated. He was fine the way he was. A little girl cutting herself in front of him would not make him do it. "No, I will not please anyone." Chame said, confused to what she was saying - this girl was drunkenly babbling mantras to ashes or the devil... either one of them. Chame thought religion was an utter waste of time. They were imaginary friends for the hopeless. Then, the girl started to talk about sleep. Chame cleared his throat. "When you sleep, you enter a few stages of sleep," Chame explained in a scientifically easy to comprehend manner. "Non rapid-eye-movement sleep, and rapid-eye-movement sleep. In non rapid-eye-movement sleep... when you first lie down to go to bed, your breathing and pulse rate slows down. As you move deeper into REM sleep, you become harder to wake up." He paused, wondering if this talk might upset the girl. She was probably crazy. "As observed, your eyes will dart around when you are dreaming. Children tend to have deeper episodes of REM sleep than adults, and research has shown that animals also dream." "Also, stars are lightyears away from us. They don't visit us in our sleep. Stars like what you describe don't exist. Only red giants, white dwarfs, and red supergiants that turn into supernovae or neutron stars." He would draw a diagram, but he didn't have anywhere to draw. He felt inclined to move away. He had other things to get on with. Edited by Naminote, Mar 3 2009, 01:25 AM.
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