Rebirth
Where the motto is; "Sins the price to pay for havin' fun!" (shame on you!)
Newly submitted:
Guess what? chicken butt! HA! FELL FOR IT!
Hahahahhahahhahhaaahahahahhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhahaahahhahahah...ahah...a.hhah...eheh...heh...yeah... I'll put in the tape already, then.
Tee hee, im watchin' Queen Of The Damned soo...:
LADY: I heard that Lestat keeps all these girls in his cellar and its really nice. They give you food, andcable, and lemonade.-Enlish accent-
OTHER LADY: Oh, please.
LADY: thats what I heard
OTHER DADY: but you have to let him suck on your neck whenever he-BEEEP, TOO MUCH SEXUAL THINGIES! (lol, j/k... kind of an odd movie, though)
Ch. 2- Pride, Where For Art Thou?
I was dreaming. Usually I dont dream, even though I sleep so much, but, in this dream a woman was calling to me... there seemed to be something she wanted me to do, although, she seems to think I am something I am not... like I am like her. I wonder if this is true.
Stacy called me her father, although I am nothing at all like the fathers I've seen who come home from work, have wives, and teach their children of moral values... for you see, next to my obsession of sleep I enjoy the sight of blood, a feature of mine that I hate dearly.
I remember Stacy always used to follow me around, hug me, call me daddy, and laugh at each and every thing that I did. She also never complained about anything at all. She was so happy to just be around me all of the time, although she couldn't see... I sometimes wondered if she could tell what I was doing at all, why she would laugh at everything I said. Soon I came occustomed to being funny for her, since she seemed to be happy and when she was happy I was happy.
Funny how things work out like this.
This woman, though, seemed to want me to find someone else named Pride. That is exactly what she had said, 'find a man named Pride to open the gate' although, she didn't seem the trustworthy type. I only saw her in my dreams, only saw her black hair, green eyes and that symbol flashed everytime I left the dream, one much like the serpent eating the tail- but one wrung around a cross.
Maybe a clue?
On my travel, I felt the urge to bring along a picture that we had conjured enough money up tobe taken of us both and left the abandoned house, one much like the house I had left her dead body inside of, pulling the picture into my trenchcoat.
I took my travels to Juneshire, one in which mirrored its name. June, a month of sun and light, it made me stand out much, giving me the stares of a lifetime. Although, I ignored them, too preoccupied with finding any sign, although I didn't even know where to start.
I stood outside of a pub.
"...where am I again...?"
(-anime fall-)
He sighed. 'Why do I always sound like I have it all figured out in my head, then I end up forgetting shit?'
"Juneshire, sonny... you look like you could use a room, its getting dark out." an old man said from a rocking chair in front of the pub, conveniently right next door to an INN.
"And a trim." he finished.
...and a barber shop.
He frowned. Maybe he didn't have the best eyesight (he thinks its natural, and didn't understand by the 'trim' statement, lol) but he knows it isn't night time.
Maybe he should, though, and just search this town until he can find something.
He mentally thanked the old man for pointing him in the right direction and went next door.
He rented the 3rd room and left to look at the dusty old town. It wasn't so huge, he covered most of it within 2 hours. He only ran into anything other than odd stares and whispering teenage girls, when he ran into someone who seemed parculiarly intresting.
Although, no sign of the serpent cross, the little girl seemed out of place from the beginning, but when he figured out she was an alchemist, things got intresting.
Alchemy. Its what Stacy had been studying, what she said made him and took her eyes in return for his life.
This little girl looked almost exactly like her. He would guess she was even the same age when Stacy had died, 10. She had worn her pigtails in buns the same exact way, except he had covered them with her bangs, her hair was a light brown, as this girls'was a light blue, and although he had never seen her eyes he would guess they had the same softness in them as hers now did. She looked frightened, though, and hurriedly looked over her shoulder. He looked as well as two men came towards them and many people stopped to stare, knowing a scene would start he held her behind him in defense.
The two men stopped and looked at one-another, then at him.
"If your her dad, this girl has stolen from our shop. Maybe if she gives it back, the beating will be short." the tougher-built man said.
What the dark man didn't like was people threatening little children, let alone one that reminded him of Stacy.
He simply glared at him, his eyes shown much more visible that usual in his bangs.
He would probably kill him, and enjoy doing so, but couldn't cause a scene here.
"I dont want any trouble," he said coldly, "just leave her alone and I'll let you live."
"What? you think you can threaten us in our own town! this girl has been stealing items from our store for a while now, she deserves to be punished." the other man, younger said.
"Actually, I think you two should be thrown in jail for hurting a young girl for such a pathetic reason." he said back.
"Why you-" "That would be enough, Demetri." an old voice said from behind Demetri.
He walked up to the dark man and smiled warmly. It was the old guy from the pub.
"I am sorry my nephews have been much trouble, they will not do it again and your daughter is in no harm," he said, winking meaning he knew he was a newcomer to the town.
He turned around, about to lead his nephews to the shop when he stopped, swivelled around too much for an old man and said, clearing his throat. "What is your name?"
The dark man thought for a second. The woman in the dream had said Sloth to adress him. That was the most likely answer since Stacy had only called him 'daddy'.
"Sloth." he said.
The younger newphew seemed to stiffle a laugh, but the 'uncle' turned and glared daggers at him, making him shut up completely.
"Thank you." he said, with an odd hint of something in his voice he turned and left.
"So, you have been looking for me? Well, I've found you." said a voice, mostly in Sloth's general direction, as he jumped off of the desk and turned, merely stealing a small glance at the military personell he had killed in this town, six of them all with a puddle of blood seeping through the disfigured office which had been transmuted many times into giant hands which hit the officers and blood from the wounds he had inflicted by his blade.
He walked down the hallway, all 5 ft 4inches of him, a red military uniform, black boots, black cloak with a serpent circling a cross, deep dark black hair with a dull shine and equally coal black eyes.
'He looked like a softy, does Dante actually expect me to work with that?' "Peh." he said outloud, storming down the halls, a woman with huge glasses and a stack of papers who didn't see him bumped into him.
"Oh, so sorry, I just didn't see you there little bo-AHH!" she screamed.
"Not so short now, am I?" he said darkly, pulling his blade out of her leg she fell to the ground grasping the heavily bleeding wound.
"Peh. Pathetic humans. I'd suggest cleaning up that mess I made upstairs," he grinned leaving through the front doors.
Yay! finished with this chapter! remember, you can still get into the fun of making a character, and I swear I will abide by the rules, limits, powers, ect. that you put down, kay:)