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Post by Eliza on Nov 15, 2014 3:00:58 GMT
Let's loose the jokes
Eliza laughed. "My dear, I'm afraid that you're the one who can not understanding english. I said you can't change how people think of you here." |
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Post by Jade West on Nov 28, 2014 13:11:49 GMT
I laughed harshly. "No one knows me around here. You're the first living human I've come across. I normally just watch, play and care for animals."
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Post by Eliza on Nov 29, 2014 0:05:16 GMT
Let's loose the jokes
Eliza folded her arms. "You came here to share your powers. You'd have to keep them a secret in the human world. You're useless here if you know no one." |
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Post by Jade West on Nov 29, 2014 2:13:14 GMT
My eyes flashed with annoyance. "I came here to feel safe. To get away from my childhood. You don't know why I came here." I say harshly, advancing. I unconsciously let out a strong wave of nausea, anger exploding inside of me. My tears dried in my eyes, and I blocked out all memories of mom and dad.
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Post by Eliza on Nov 30, 2014 0:44:16 GMT
Let's loose the jokes
Eliza turned her body so her back was facing Jade. "And now you can." a ball of sadness grew inside her. "Because so have I," she murmured. |
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Post by Jade West on Nov 30, 2014 1:02:13 GMT
I faltered, then my eyes hardened. I took my favourite pair of sharp scissors from my back pocket, throwing them in the air with my finger and catching it with my other hand. The rain hardened, and the wind howled, pushing my hair back. "Well you should be glad you're not me!" I roared, anger making me clench my fists and stabbing the scissors into the side of the barn. The scissors went straight through, into the barn. "You know what happened to me when I was twelve? My mom tried to kill me with a knife! Thirteen? Step dad came and abused me! NINE? MOM INJURED DAD WITH A KNIFE AND DAD LEFT ME WITH MY PSYCHOTIC MOTHER!" my anger exploded, making me shake and light up the path in front of me with the eerie red light. I watched dazedly as hot red sparks flew around, looking for someone to release their deepest, saddest memories. There were a couple of living creatures around her. Some red sparks flew into Eliza, then into a rabbit, then a sparrow, then flew back to me. I caught them just before they could do it to me, and I fell to my knees. Jesus Christ, that was tiring.
(WHOA BIG POST. xD)
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Post by Eliza on Dec 1, 2014 9:53:44 GMT
Let's loose the jokes
Eliza didn't care. She didn't listen or feel pain. She just hugged herself and cried silently. "My mother, my father, my family, my friends." she whispered. "All dead. All dead in shock." |
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Post by Jade West on Dec 4, 2014 8:03:04 GMT
"WELL TOO BAD! GET OVER IT! CRY A RIVER THEN BUILD A BRIDGE! YOU SEEM OLDER THAN ME! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP MYSELF CALM?" I roar, and threw the last of the sparks at Eliza. Dig in. Where it really hurts. I think, too in shock and tiredness to think of anything else. I slumped down, all energy gone, the storm starting to howl. My mind was blank, my blood roaring in my ears. "Back," I croaked, and the red sparks came back into me. I yelled out of frustration, then fell to my knees as the storm whipped up around me. Dammit, that was tiring. |
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Post by Eliza on Dec 4, 2014 8:14:45 GMT
Let's loose the jokes
Eliza easily got the tears away. The sadness inside of her deflected the sparks. She looked at Jade, straight in the eyes. Her gaze cold. "You are the victim." she stated. "I am the murderer. You watch the show, I play it." |
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Post by Jade West on Dec 28, 2014 13:57:09 GMT
I snort and look up. I met Eliza's gaze with my own calm black eyes, scanning her face for any signs of weakness. "Wrong." I say, shakily getting to my feet. The storm faltered, then gradually turned into a weak spatter of rain, then nothing. The clouds seemed to be hesitating, reacting to my strength. Well, awesome. I thought, smiling. I took off my now wet leather jacket, wrung it out, then placed it back onto me. Underneath that was a mahogany t-shirt, with the words 'Gravestone' written in curly gold writing. So the leather jacket was my only source of warmth. I reached into the hole in the barn, extracted the scissors, and threw them in the air one last time. I caught them, then put them inside a hidden inside pocket in my jacket. "So, Eliza..." I say, looking at her with a cold look. "We'll probably see each other again, right?" It wasn't a hopeful question. It was more of a 'right? so, i should be ready, right?' sort of question.
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