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[October Reverie]
I see nothing but pain and misery
Cause you are the one for me
Why can't it all be true
Can I escape with my blue fallen reverie
Why can't it all be true
Falling and falling and falling. Indisposed, that she was. Eternity seemed to have perched upon her shoulders. The weight of the world found her head as a new refuge. Down and down and down she went, oblivion was forever and she was falling through it's center. Further and further, her soul slipped from her body's grasp and she was merely a lost thought in the eyes of the gods. No longer part of the concept. The fabric of life had ripped and her thread was forgotten on the wind. Her conscience leaked away, far behind in a puddle to dry in the dawning light of day.
There was only her, in the void of obscurity that she seemed to reside in. Only her, and the cold grasp that seemed to encompass her body. Sensations were far away, like the moisture that covered her body, yet the icy touch was the same, immediate and reassuring that maybe death had forsaken her on this wretched night. Nustled closely in this nest of winter, she reached for those lost and farway feelings. Fabric, old and dusty, a burnt aroma. They were closing now, the distance she had to span to expirence these sensations were no longer great. The sound of her shallow breath, the groans she emitted, they were near her once more. She was still out of touch, however. Still floating high above the earth, in the icy grip that she was nuzzled into.
The electric path of pain, however, came first. Shooting through her limbs. The nirvana was over, before she had time to decide where the lost sensations were coming from, the pain took hold of her battered and broken body. Why couldn't she last in that place? Why not stay floating aloft, where nothing could taint her?
More ice seeped into her mind. She was aware of the cold more than ever now. Her senses were bombarded as she was waking. The rain was lashing her skin, the pain, most of all, was jarring her to full conscienceness, but the most confusing impression that tingled along her skin was the embrace that she was being cradled in. Old, frigid fabric with it's dusty burnt scent that wafted around her, despite the torrents of rain to beat it down. The ethereal aura felt anything but.
Blurry eyes blinked past the water that didn't help her already cloudy vision to gaze up at the thing that held her close. She felt numb as dread flitted through her body. The sinister cage, and the burnt aroma that no longer was a mystery to her anymore. Obsidian eyes peered down at her through the twisted opening. No emotion could be detected in his ghastly facade. This wasn't the best place to discover that you were immobile. The arms of a psychotic wraith, it wasn't inviting in the least.
Breaths became more shallow and swift. Panic was raising the hairs along her neck, an ugly beast that squeezed her heart of life. The Jackel was cleary intrigued, his gaze became deeper as he inspected her closer, drawing in for the best view. Blue's panic increased, and again a Gift was reawoken, stirring to a powerful life force and whipping black tendrils to strike at the offending apparition. The strength it took to bring this Gift to life was too much for Blue. Agonizing pain wreaked havoc on her body and she screamed her hatred for this night loudly. The Jackel dropped the writhing Blue to escape her defensive attack, shielding himself and snarling in defience. Blue's misery didn't stop there, however. Still suffering, drained of energy, she raised onto her hands and knees. She slumped into each sliding crawl, only making it three feet before she sagged to the muddy earth again, consumed by darkness.
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{Let me Fall}
Conscienceness slowly seeped back into her nearly lifeless body. It was obvious she was not waking where she had last lay her head. The cold cement floor hadn't been kind to her limp bodice. She was sore, and not just from the beating she had taken the evening before. Darkness veiled her blurry vision. The calm sound of a wirring machine was all that broke the serene enviroment. A contant reassurence that she was alive, though not well. Her bruised body reminded her in full force of the events, though sadly it did not help her remember just where she was. A mixture of fevered sweat, blood, and water coated her body and made a sticky puddle of water on the floor where she lay.
Her body screamed at her to lay still and rest, yet her restless mind prodded her to sit up and take a look around. Aching muscles and torn, bruised skin pulled and stretched. Sitting up was a whole expirence unto itself. She groaned and coughed, then realized that the metallic taste of blood coated her tounge. She didn't mind it, but it distracted her enough to not realize that the temperature dropped a couple of degrees while she was exploring the taste.
Behind her, sitting on glowing scriptions, sat a child ghost, watching the battered form of Blue. A sudden gasp, and a turn made too quick and Blue swirled to inspect her observer. The ghost was stoic, not amused or surprised by the girls reaction and consiquental groans. He sat with his dead stare, watching and studying Blue's unguarded facade. Her fragile expression seemed right as she scrutinized the wraith. Her mind continuely relived the past hours leading to now. Her gaze flitted around, putting together what she saw, before letting her eyes fall back to the statuesque form of the First Born Son.
The containment cubes. The small prisons of the resident apparitions. It surprised her that they would even consider crossing into the basements, considering that this was the place of their captivity. How ironic, did this mean she was unable to leave, now? A glance at the opening told her that she was free, perhaps. The First Born Son was beside her, and she doubted he would choose to be imprisoned with her.
"Am I free?" Blue shifted to better see the ghost.
"Why wouldn't you be?" his tone was deceptively younge and carefree, a large contradiction to the deadpan expression on his face.
"Why am I here, then?"
"Ryan brought you here, I'm not sure why, but my guess is that he's keeping you for something.." the boy then grinned, hinting at mischeif that surprised Blue. Somehow she had believed he was naive, but not any longer.
"Where is he now?" Blue grimaced as she shifted again, looking towards the sign on the open door. The emblem indicating the Jackal graced the glass.
"Somewhere.." he lost his grin then, returning to the blank expression, sitting in his indian style, watching stoically.
Blue frowned, but didn't chase the question, she doubted he would give her any useful information anyways, though she was loathe to stay unknowing for long.
She dropped the conversation there. Ghosts were never any good at lengthy, intelligent speech, as she heard, and being here to expirence this only strengthed her belief. She passed a few minutes inspecting her broken, battered flesh. Several large bruises and uncountable ammounts of cuts and scratches decorated her skin in intricate random patterns. Though the most impressive abrasion on her body was the bloody bruise on her shoulder. A welp the size of a large hand, no less, cupped her shoulder. Dead flesh that was burned and frozen at the same time, due to the frigid power of the wraith and her own systems fiery defensive strategy, turned against her, had created it.
The First Born Son watched idly, his curiosity piqued at the condition of the humans body. Though he'd seen the damage one could inflict upon living flesh, he held a morbid fascination with it nonetheless.
"The handywork of Breaker, I'd bet..He hasn't been happy since you've arrived here..I don't know why, probably Ryan's fault..They fight a lot..But just last night..it got pretty rough, ya know?"
Blue could only look confused, trying to comprehend what he was hinting at.
"Well, I guess you wouldn't, you were out of it for the most part.." he shrugged, the first motion he produced since Blue had awoken, "Well, I wouldn't suggest coming out of the basement, wouldn't want to run into Breaker again, 'specially if Ryan's not around..We'd be left with another body to get rid of, and mostly none of us like going outside, it stinks.."
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[October Reverie]
I see nothing but pain and misery
Cause you are the one for me
Why can't it all be true
Can I escape with my blue fallen reverie
Why can't it all be true
Falling and falling and falling. Indisposed, that she was. Eternity seemed to have perched upon her shoulders. The weight of the world found her head as a new refuge. Down and down and down she went, oblivion was forever and she was falling through it's center. Further and further, her soul slipped from her body's grasp and she was merely a lost thought in the eyes of the gods. No longer part of the concept. The fabric of life had ripped and her thread was forgotten on the wind. Her conscience leaked away, far behind in a puddle to dry in the dawning light of day.
There was only her, in the void of obscurity that she seemed to reside in. Only her, and the cold grasp that seemed to encompass her body. Sensations were far away, like the moisture that covered her body, yet the icy touch was the same, immediate and reassuring that maybe death had forsaken her on this wretched night. Nustled closely in this nest of winter, she reached for those lost and farway feelings. Fabric, old and dusty, a burnt aroma. They were closing now, the distance she had to span to expirence these sensations were no longer great. The sound of her shallow breath, the groans she emitted, they were near her once more. She was still out of touch, however. Still floating high above the earth, in the icy grip that she was nuzzled into.
The electric path of pain, however, came first. Shooting through her limbs. The nirvana was over, before she had time to decide where the lost sensations were coming from, the pain took hold of her battered and broken body. Why couldn't she last in that place? Why not stay floating aloft, where nothing could taint her?
More ice seeped into her mind. She was aware of the cold more than ever now. Her senses were bombarded as she was waking. The rain was lashing her skin, the pain, most of all, was jarring her to full conscienceness, but the most confusing impression that tingled along her skin was the embrace that she was being cradled in. Old, frigid fabric with it's dusty burnt scent that wafted around her, despite the torrents of rain to beat it down. The ethereal aura felt anything but.
Blurry eyes blinked past the water that didn't help her already cloudy vision to gaze up at the thing that held her close. She felt numb as dread flitted through her body. The sinister cage, and the burnt aroma that no longer was a mystery to her anymore. Obsidian eyes peered down at her through the twisted opening. No emotion could be detected in his ghastly facade. This wasn't the best place to discover that you were immobile. The arms of a psychotic wraith, it wasn't inviting in the least.
Breaths became more shallow and swift. Panic was raising the hairs along her neck, an ugly beast that squeezed her heart of life. The Jackel was cleary intrigued, his gaze became deeper as he inspected her closer, drawing in for the best view. Blue's panic increased, and again a Gift was reawoken, stirring to a powerful life force and whipping black tendrils to strike at the offending apparition. The strength it took to bring this Gift to life was too much for Blue. Agonizing pain wreaked havoc on her body and she screamed her hatred for this night loudly. The Jackel dropped the writhing Blue to escape her defensive attack, shielding himself and snarling in defience. Blue's misery didn't stop there, however. Still suffering, drained of energy, she raised onto her hands and knees. She slumped into each sliding crawl, only making it three feet before she sagged to the muddy earth again, consumed by darkness.
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{Let me Fall}
Conscienceness slowly seeped back into her nearly lifeless body. It was obvious she was not waking where she had last lay her head. The cold cement floor hadn't been kind to her limp bodice. She was sore, and not just from the beating she had taken the evening before. Darkness veiled her blurry vision. The calm sound of a wirring machine was all that broke the serene enviroment. A contant reassurence that she was alive, though not well. Her bruised body reminded her in full force of the events, though sadly it did not help her remember just where she was. A mixture of fevered sweat, blood, and water coated her body and made a sticky puddle of water on the floor where she lay.
Her body screamed at her to lay still and rest, yet her restless mind prodded her to sit up and take a look around. Aching muscles and torn, bruised skin pulled and stretched. Sitting up was a whole expirence unto itself. She groaned and coughed, then realized that the metallic taste of blood coated her tounge. She didn't mind it, but it distracted her enough to not realize that the temperature dropped a couple of degrees while she was exploring the taste.
Behind her, sitting on glowing scriptions, sat a child ghost, watching the battered form of Blue. A sudden gasp, and a turn made too quick and Blue swirled to inspect her observer. The ghost was stoic, not amused or surprised by the girls reaction and consiquental groans. He sat with his dead stare, watching and studying Blue's unguarded facade. Her fragile expression seemed right as she scrutinized the wraith. Her mind continuely relived the past hours leading to now. Her gaze flitted around, putting together what she saw, before letting her eyes fall back to the statuesque form of the First Born Son.
The containment cubes. The small prisons of the resident apparitions. It surprised her that they would even consider crossing into the basements, considering that this was the place of their captivity. How ironic, did this mean she was unable to leave, now? A glance at the opening told her that she was free, perhaps. The First Born Son was beside her, and she doubted he would choose to be imprisoned with her.
"Am I free?" Blue shifted to better see the ghost.
"Why wouldn't you be?" his tone was deceptively younge and carefree, a large contradiction to the deadpan expression on his face.
"Why am I here, then?"
"Ryan brought you here, I'm not sure why, but my guess is that he's keeping you for something.." the boy then grinned, hinting at mischeif that surprised Blue. Somehow she had believed he was naive, but not any longer.
"Where is he now?" Blue grimaced as she shifted again, looking towards the sign on the open door. The emblem indicating the Jackal graced the glass.
"Somewhere.." he lost his grin then, returning to the blank expression, sitting in his indian style, watching stoically.
Blue frowned, but didn't chase the question, she doubted he would give her any useful information anyways, though she was loathe to stay unknowing for long.
She dropped the conversation there. Ghosts were never any good at lengthy, intelligent speech, as she heard, and being here to expirence this only strengthed her belief. She passed a few minutes inspecting her broken, battered flesh. Several large bruises and uncountable ammounts of cuts and scratches decorated her skin in intricate random patterns. Though the most impressive abrasion on her body was the bloody bruise on her shoulder. A welp the size of a large hand, no less, cupped her shoulder. Dead flesh that was burned and frozen at the same time, due to the frigid power of the wraith and her own systems fiery defensive strategy, turned against her, had created it.
The First Born Son watched idly, his curiosity piqued at the condition of the humans body. Though he'd seen the damage one could inflict upon living flesh, he held a morbid fascination with it nonetheless.
"The handywork of Breaker, I'd bet..He hasn't been happy since you've arrived here..I don't know why, probably Ryan's fault..They fight a lot..But just last night..it got pretty rough, ya know?"
Blue could only look confused, trying to comprehend what he was hinting at.
"Well, I guess you wouldn't, you were out of it for the most part.." he shrugged, the first motion he produced since Blue had awoken, "Well, I wouldn't suggest coming out of the basement, wouldn't want to run into Breaker again, 'specially if Ryan's not around..We'd be left with another body to get rid of, and mostly none of us like going outside, it stinks.."
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