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Dyadic Existances; The time of awakening has come... Are you ready?
Topic Started: November 20, 2010, 10:13 pm (2,424 Views)
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Date: Wednesday, October 29th
Time: 10 AM
Location: Carlisle City

Fall has come to the city of Carlisle, and Halloween is almost here. The air is crisp and chilly, with leaves on the ground and people preparing for one of the few days where mayhem and too much candy are acceptable and expected. Town hall will be throwing is yearly Halloween ball, houses are decorated, parties planned, and the entire city is enveloped in an air of excitement over what is to come.

Despite all of this, however, school is still in session, people are still going to their jobs and going about their daily lives. It's the middle of the week, with a long and celebratory weekend starting Friday night.

For our characters, both those who are already going through the awakening and those who have not started, there is something different about this year. Some may be having nightmares or vivid dreams. Others may simply have an unsettled feeling. Still others might be facing their day to day with an anticipation they've never felt before.


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Reia was woken early today, though she is always woken early. Her parents take her to the college as she is always suspended or expelled from other schools. Currently she is home schooled, but to be more exact she is taught at the college, well to get even more exact she hears stuff as she goes by classes at the college.
Right now however she was in the gym watched by an on break teacher. She was pushing balance beams and mats around the room setting up a strange looking obstacle course. She does this often and the teachers find it cute how she will run it.
Once she finished setting everything up she looked the course over and gave a light squeal as she grinned.

Moving to the far end she ran toward a balance beam and jumped up onto it, her movements slowed as she crossed the beam and hopped down ducking under another beam, as she came up from under teh beam she quickly leapfrogged another beam. She continued through the course, climbing up mat stairs, moving across balance beams and giggling the whole time.

Eventually the fun had to stop however as the teacher said that his break was over. She gave a loud groan and started out of the room, leaving the course set up.

When ever she didn't have anyone watching her she had to go and be close to people, which means outside on inside a class. The reasons for this was two fold, one was simply so she didn't steal anything, the other reason however was because she was way to trusting of people. A sigh came from her as she plopped down onto a chair outside of a classroom listening as the lecture started. "Boring." She stated aloud.
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There is blood - blood everywhere. On the walls, on the carpet, in my hair, on my lips. Red slides down from where it has just been splattered. I can feel the power still in my fingertips. Raw, inviting. So very tempting.

My lips slide into an unknown movement, freezing there. Their trust had been misplaced. They had trusted me, of all people, they had praised me and lied to me and bathed in the glory of a talented daughter - and hadn't expected this? It's what happens in every folk tale concerning magic.

I turn, slowly. The power is fading from my hands, but I don't need it at the moment. The last one alive, coughing feebly, will not live through the night. I will see to that.

My eyes, previously so concerned with the gory life-plasma flecking my soul, twist up to see a newcomer approaching as I stumble. Magic always takes my energy away. She moves like I do - weakened, perhaps, by the aftershock of my spell? - and her eyes are like mine. Her face is ovalline, her hair a wild shock of pale blonde curls. A black streak delves through it, straight as the wing of a raven, as if defying everything else; her body is beautifully curved. The bounty of plenty has obviously smiled upon her.

Wait a minute.

Those eyes aren't just like mine.

They are mine.


* * *

Her eyes flashed open.

For a moment, she stood there, her breath fogging up the cold glass as if a phantom had touched the mirror. A steady ostinato of bass thumps was all she could hear, the wild beating of her heart all she could feel. She could still taste the blood on her lips. The blood of innocents. The blood of her own perverted revenge, upon a family which only loved her superficially.

Her blue-green eyes, when they could trust themselves and her breathing had steadied, raised themselves up once more to the silvered glass. What she didn't understand was why she hadn't recognised herself in the mirror; in hindsight, she couldn't possibly not have recognised that hair. It made her shudder even worse than the last dream, the contents of which still made her clench her teeth and wish she'd never watched horror movies.

What made her even more concerned, though, was that she'd been sleepwalking again. It had happened three times in the last fortnight, more than it ever had in the months when her parents' futures together were uncertain. Despite how out of tune she was with the emotions of both herself and others, it had taken her weeks to get the stains out of the sheets.

Still, she should probably stop thinking about it. If it happened again this week, she'd see a shrink with the last of the money she'd won getting second in that writing competition. If not, she'd put it down to stress and maybe spend that money on some, uh, stress relievers.

Stepping away from the ghostly-pale reflection, Bonnie-Rose shook her head. She might as well get up; the sun was peering over the cityscape's horizon, which meant that it was time to at least think about getting ready - as far as her mane of hair was concerned, anyway.

A little later, after a shower to wash away the sensation of foreign fluids, a cup of tea to wash away the taste of blood in her mouth, and a bowl of cereal to sate her hunger, she was once again deliberating over her outfit for the day. She didn't feel much like over-dressing today, but perhaps that was because it was Wednesday. Mid-week was the most depressing time of all, especially in fall. All she wanted to do was curl up and wait for Halloween with bated breath.

In the end, she'd decided on a pair of vintage-looking jeans, with patches of floral cotton covering the many holes in the knees, and a baggy black T-shirt depicting Eddie, Iron Maiden's mascot. An over-sized violet hoodie furthered the comfort factor, and she pulled the hood up to hide the fact that she hadn't bothered to brush her hair. Two flimsy fabric ears, each with their own share of black stitches, tears, earrings and safety pins, flopped upon the top of this; she hadn't noticed them when she'd bought the top, but they looked cute enough, she guessed.

She left the house with a worn bag slung over her shoulder, her camera hidden within its depths, at a quick pace. Obviously it wasn't as early as she'd expected. She'd be late for her lecture on aperture and its uses if she wasn't careful.
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The alarm clock went off and Adriana rolled over with a groan, her hand reaching out to blindly smack it to shut it up. Snooze button successfully depressed, the jarring sounds ceased instantly and calm, soothing quiet flowed back around her. A small, peaceful smile curled her full lips as she turned her face to nuzzle in to her warm pillow, arms, pulling it closer to her in a hugging manner. If you asked her later how long she dozed like that, enjoying the warmth of her bed and the relative dark provided by the thick curtains she'd hung over her window to keep out the sunlight, she wouldn't have been able to tell you were it not for the fact that ten minutes later, that annoying sound was invading her world once more.

With a soft sigh, she rolled on to her back and forced her eyes to open, reaching out to grope for her clock until she found the switch to turn it off. Once the noise stopped, she climbed from her bed slowly and went about the process of tugging out clothes and dressing. She always showered before bed, so she didn't make her way to the dorm showers like so many others in the morning. Instead, she tugged on a form fitting tshirt and a pair of loose fitting cargos. A long hoody that covered her down to just below her hips and a pair of flipflops later, she let her hair hang loose around her and grabbed her bag before heading for the door.

At about 10, she was wandering through the halls of one of the buildings, classes having already been in session for a few hours. Despite that, however, she had nowhere to be for another couple hours, and so she found herself taking the long way to the cafeteria for breakfast. On her way, she was reading quietly from a book on drawing the human form, and wasn't paying attention to where she was going.

That's how she came to find that some of the classes apparently had seats outside their doors... and that some of those seats could be occupied, at times. Even a few minutes after classes were already in session. Walking down the hall she had believed she knew well, she stumbled right in to one of the chairs, and nearly fell on to the little girl sitting there.

Barely managing to catch herself, most of her weight was on her thighs and she was leaned over at an awkward angle, looking down at the girl with wide blue eyes. "I... sorry about that," she said with a chuckle and pushed herself upright once more. "Wasn't paying attention, are you OK?"
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Reia sighed some, the only thing she could really hear was the lecture going on. "Fourty five." Reia sighed as the teacher gave the same answer. "Two hundred fifty three thousand." She was an extraordinarily smart girl, the only problem is she can't focus. She will take anything fun that catches her attention and lock onto it.
Her attention was taken by another who almost tripped right over the chair that Reia was sitting in.

The girls heart raced some as it happened. The woman tripped, falling forward, and barely catching herself before taking the entire chair over. Ironically instead of being mad, or slightly angry the girl giggled, "I'm okay."
She had found another and hoped that she could play with the new girl, even if the new girl was older than her, thena gain in the childs mind your never too old to play games. "Can we play? What do you want to do? What are you reading?"

The little girl jumped up and started circling the new girl, "If the gym wasn't being used I would say we could play obstacles. I like that I can play while being told how skilled I am."
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Adriana watched the girl, who seemed to bubble with a wealthspring of energy the college student wished she had herself. When asked so many questions at once, she felt a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. The girl was adorable, to say the least, and Adriana found herself running fingers through her auburn hair with a soft laugh.

When it seemed like she'd finally manage to get a word in edgewise, Adriana flopped down in to the seat next to the child and began to rattle off answers to all her rushed questions, hoping she didn't miss any. "Well I suppose I have time before class for a couple games. I'm reading a book on how to draw people," she held the books cover up at that. It was an art text book, based on the thickness, and the cover had a drawing of a woman's face on it. "I was on my way to get something to eat. If you're allowed, you're more than welcome to come along. I usually get a muffin and a coffee, but I'm pretty sure I've seen stuff there you might like too."
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Reia giggled more as she looked the book over, "Thats a pretty lady." She said with a grin before adding, "Can you draw like that? Can I see your drawings? Are they interesting? Can you draw a kitty? I can draw kitties, they look like sticks but I can draw them." Reia smiled some as she ran her fingers over the little golden cat pin that held her dress up. She had gotten it some time ago, just found it a few years ago. Her parents think she stole it like she did with a lot of the other things she randomly gains, but she doesn't remember ever taking it. She finds it cute so she kept it.

When the topic of food was brought up Reias stomach seemed to growl in response. "My belly says its hungry. And mommy won't mind so long as I don't leave the university."
The second statement wasn't exactly true, they would lightly freak and look for her, but they wouldn't get mad at her.
"Food time!"

[[edit: Fixed the colors
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The insomnia had reached the point of walking dreams, hallucinations, and the young man's troubles were only just starting. He'd been irritable enough to snap at even his boss and bags were starting to form under his eyes. It was bad enough that he had started seeing some person in shadowy places wearing what looked like golden scale armor at the edges of his vision. When James looked the person was gone though, always gone.

Luckily he'd finished his school work early and both the fast food place and the small computer shop had told him to take a day off and at least ATTEMPT sleep or some form of rest. Wasn't happening. "Ugh..." Despite laying in bed with his eyes closed he was still, almost painfully, aware of everything. His body was numb but still tingly with the feeling of floating but at the same time heavy, his ears were picking up the water running through the pipes in the walls when normally the sound would go totally unnoticed, and his eyes: oh how they stung even when he closed them. He rubbed his forehead and sat up, off the edge of his meager futon and tossed the thin blanket off him. He'd taken to wearing thick clothes to bed since not only did he hate the cold but his body tended to lock up with it. He pulled his sweats off and tossed them over his small plastic dresser, yet another addition to the clothing monster hoard.

The bedraggled young man pulled on a layer of nearly skin tight thermal long johns and a long sleeved thermal shirt to match before snagging up a pair of jeans and the carhartt coat that his grandmother had gifted him and settled for a simple beanie hat in lieu of his normal fedora before grumping his way out onto the streets of Carlisle. It was hard to believe that he'd been here almost a year and was already on a downward spiral for his health despite his desire to stay fit. The young man leaned on the banister for a moment outside of his apartment and looked at the pre-Halloween streets and almost sneered at them. Despite the length of time he'd been in the city his social life was less than non-existent and likely he'd be doing school work all through Hallow's Eve, though he was raised to remember it as Samhain he didn't take it into much account aside from tossing back a shot of what little left he had of his family's home brew of liquor. Amusingly enough named Dragon Spirits due to the alcohol content, it was almost enough to make your breath combustible.

He shook his head and descended the two flights of stairs from his third floor one abode, his feet idly taking him on the near instinctual path to the bookshop to see how he could squander what little he had to spare and add to the growing tower of books beside his bed. James' thoughts wandered, cycling between the class lessons he could hardly concentrate on and the work where things were irritating and filled to the brim with morons that didn't know where their ass started and their head began. He rubbed his eyes with a hand and about jumped out of his skin when he walked THROUGH someone. "Holy mother of...! He spun around quickly enough to knock himself over as he frantically looked around for the person he'd just walked through. All that was there were people staring at him like he was a nut case before skirting him nervously and going on their way. His ears picked up a half a conversation as someone passed him, something dealing with the mental institute. His mood got worse. Grumbling he pulled himself off the ground and continued on his way a couple more blocks to the nearby bookstore that were his common grounds, only second frequented aside from the college library and gym.

James winced as the chime went off and slunk around to the side, the sound echoing in his mind. "Sheesh..." He shook his head slowly as the sound finally died away after a few seconds as he started running his bleary attention to the covers and spines of the books he spotted first, totally missing the bolded sign ROMANCE just above the shelves but wondered why the hell the people were so scantily clothed or about showing their privates in seductive ways. It never even clicked even when he looked up at the sign skeptically and stared at it, trying to concentrate on the words enough and remember his vocabulary.
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The dreams had been excessively frequent in the past two weeks. Out of the fourteen nights ten of them had been plagued by the nightmares while the other four had been comprised of sleepless nights. Screams could be heard throughout the halls of Carlisle Institute for the Mentally Ill on the nights of the nightmares. At first the staff would rush in to see what was wrong but as they got more frequent the staff stopped coming all together.

October 28th Location Carlisle Institute for the Mentally Ill room # 217

A hazy figure could be seen in the distance but everytime she tried to reach the person they would disappear and reappear further ahead. She was stuck in an endless loop always chasing down the figure everytime she had the dream she would always end up dead. There was no uncertainty about that but the cause of her death was always different.

Mist coated the ground as she ran. Her steps were filled with uncertainty not knowing what to expect. Her breathing came out ragged sweat poured down her body and she felt cold all over. Despite all of this she was drawn to the figure not able to tear her gaze away from it. She looked up as the figure had appeared high above and as she took her next step there was nothing there. Her body plummeted down a chasm and as she hit the bottom a scream erupted from both her dream mouth and her real one. She beagn to whimper as what felt like every bone in her body had been broken. Blood had began to pour from places on her body where broken bones were jutting from her skin. As the blood puddled around her to began to attract a pack of wolves. They began to lapp at the blood on the ground and as she tried to move one beared its teeth and let out a low threatening rumble. As one of them neared and opened its maw she tried in a futile attempt to bat it away. As her hand raised it brought its massive teeth down on her hand crushing what little bones remained un broken and ripped her hand off. A blood curdling scream erupted from her mouth as the rest pounced on her and began to tear out chunks of flesh. The pain was excruciating and as she began to lose consciousness an arrow pierced the neck of one of the wolves. A volley of arrows followed and ended as the last wolf fell to the ground. As her vision grew blurry the figure from before neared a bow in hand. When she was two paces away her vision went completely black and she sat up covered in sweat.

October 29th Location Carlisle Campus

After she had woken up she had made her escape. She had been on the second floor which was light security. Thus her window had no bars on it. A think tree branch was situated outside of her window and she had crawled down it and climbed over the wall to freedom. She proceeded to her house and quickly changed out of the medical gown and into her norml attire.

As she left her house the sun had just risen hoping into her car she made her way to thw school and quickly found a parking spot. She began to wander the college aimlessly catching parts of lectures as she went. She was paying no attention to where she went as her hand flew across a piece of paper drawing a picture of a beautiful elven maiden. The elf had a long bow in hand that was just longer then she was tall. On the wood was inscribed beautiful words which she could only guess were elven in origin. A silver tipped arrow was notched and a dead wolf laid at her feet an arrow patruding from its chest. She nearly walked into four walls five ground of people and a pole before finally walking into two women. She had caught words about drawing but couldn't quite acertain what they had been talking about. As she ran into them she fell to the ground and her sketch book fell open at the girls feet to the drawing she had just been working on.
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The twisting, labyrinthine corridors of Carlisle University were Bonnie-Rose's greatest bane. She hadn't been here long; she still used a map sometimes to find her lecture rooms. Thus her high-speed chase of the elusive room in which she was to have her lecture was nothing more than a wild goose chase, though perhaps more amusing for passers-by as they watched the girl slide on the slippery marble tiles.

It just so happened that her frantic scrabbling for grip, combined with her utmost desire to be on time to her lesson, would knock her into a crouched girl whose artwork was scattered over the floor. It was the first time she'd flown since travelling to Carlisle in the first place - only this was more environmentally friendly. A short scream, born of shock of movement as opposed to fear, resounded in her ears before she shut her mouth. Her other foot met the ground, and she staggered a little before continuing. She could see the door she'd been searching for.

"Sorry!" she called, twisting her head back briefly to see the stares she'd collected with burning cheeks, but without a second thought she ran through the double doors and into the lecture she was now ten minutes late for. Murmuring an apology, she slunk into the nearest chair and began flicking through her numerous notes to see where they were.

Right where you began your research. A nasty voice muttered in her ear, and for a moment she was tempted to turn her head and see who it was. Something told her she wouldn't find anyone.

The rest of the lesson was a waste of her time. Thorough research and testing the abilities of her much-loved camera had resulted in her already knowing the content. She'd tripped over that girl for nothing. How embarassing.
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The moon shone brightly, it's nearly full visage looking proudly down on all that was below it, lighting the ways of those it supported, and betraying the presences of those it did not. It directly contrasted with the night sky, it's beams butting through the darkness. One of these beams poured onto the top of a very high, lone tower. The white cylinder made the forest around it seem dwarf sized in comparison. A man stood atop it, head arched and eyes searching skyward, their green color trying to out-glow the moon. He was tall, at least 6'5. He was shrouded in folds of loose black robes. One could get lost in them if they stared for too long. His head was blocked from view by a very deep hood and cowl. In his left hand was lightly held an intricate and beautiful staff, topped with an asymmetrical amethyst crystal the size and shape of a heart. "Vincent...Awaken to me...To your true self...until then life will never truly begin for you..." The man's deep voice echoed out, slow and distorted. He turned, facing the boy who suddenly realized he was standing on the tower a mere 5 feet behind the mysterious man. His glowing green eyes met the boy's, one's that seemed so much like his own.

Vincent's dark sapphire eyes opened, not slowly or abruptly, but at a normal pace. This was his third time having that dream. He looked to left out of the window of his one bedroom apartment without moving, seeing the same moon he had seen in his dream. Tomorrow, on Halloween, it would be a full moon. Heh, how cliche.

He rolled out of bed. hitting the floor with a loud plop. Groggily he rose and looked at his alarm clock. 5 am, half an hour before his alarm would go off. How nice.

After turning off his alarm, Vincent got to work getting ready for his day. He took a shower in his closet sized bathroom, coming out 10 minutes later wearing some black jeans, slightly baggy, a black shirt with the face of "The Guy" on the front, Disturbed's album cover dude. Over this he had on a plain black hoody, unzipped and spacious hood up. He grabbed his Mp3 player and put on a random instrumental song, sticking the buds in his ears. He walked to the same window he had looked out earlier. He glimpsed at his clock once more, seeing it was 5:25 am. He wasn't hungry, and thus didn't bother with breakfast. He opened the window, the chilly morning air pouring into his cozy room. He could smell the city on it, pollution and the stinks of man riding it's currents. He still wasn't used to such a large city, having always lived in suburb and rural areas.

He grabbed a large steel pipe that up past his window and to the roof of the building, its purpose unknown. Being on the third and final level of the apartment building, it was a short climb up to the roof after kicking his window shut behind him. He didn't even glance at the streets below. He smoothly glided up the pipe and onto the roof with a practiced ease, the familiarity of his movements betraying the fact that he did this often.

Once his feet were firmly planted on the roof, he peered over the edge to look at the surrounding city. In the distance he could see the University that was this place's point of origin. He would go there soon, he just needed to save up the tuition first. His current life wasn't so bad, but he wanted to move on and really get rolling. He did just that then, suddenly sprinting to the opposite edge of the roof, his foot finding a hold on the very edge and his legs propelling him over it. He neatly landed several feet in on the next roof and continued to sprint, not breaking stride. His hood got pushed down by the wind, his long dirty blond hair flowing in the breeze he created by moving. The skin on his grinning face seemed to soak in the moon light and make him seem more alive than he already did.

He pulled the hood back up, and as always it came right back down. he wished it would stay as the autumn temperatures were chilly enough to bother him. the buildings in this city were all packed close together and most of the ones that were close were of nearly the same height. This made his free running trek all the easier and safer. Then, a few hours and 3 rests later by his estimate, he came to the spot that always beat him. Two three story buildings were separated by a short one story book store. He stood, breathing a bit heavily, in the middle of the roof he had just landed on. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to envision what he was going to do. Last time he tried this he ended up in a cast for a month with a broken wrist. Today he knew would be different. this time he'd do it.

Most would say he was just insane, others would call him an adrenaline junky. He thought he was just having fun and doing something he enjoyed while breaking his limits at the same time. His eyes snapped open and he ran.

He saw the other roofs edge and knew, that like last time, he couldn't make the jump. Last time he had tried to grab the ledge. It didn't work out so well. This time he had a different idea. He pounced and headed straight for the wall of the building, it's red bricks quickly filling up his vision. both of his feet and his right hand met the buildings side. He slid down it at high speed, quickly beginning to lose his grip on it as he slowed down from the friction. He kicked off, not getting as much distance this time, but still managing to hit the other wall before splatting against the roof. He did the same thing this time, but on his opposite side. He suddenly came to a halt when his feet struck a pipe he had failed to see. It ran horizontally across the building and was narrow and warm. He had no clue what it could be for. These thoughts went through his head as his upper bodies momentum brought him toppling off the pipe and down the last 7 feet to the roof of the book store.

He managed to roll midair and not just hit the roof flat on. He hit on his right shoulder, heavily landing but managing to avoid breaking anything by rolling a few times. He came to a stop a foot from the edge, lying on his back laughing. His shoulder was bruised to hell and he probably had a crap load of rubber missing off of the bottom of his favorite shoes, be he didn't care. He had done it. He went to run his hand through his hair and realized his glasses were gone. He rolled over and began to blindly search for his eye wear in the shadow of the two buildings that towered above him. The texture of the bookstore's roof wasn't too comfortable. A few minutes later he found them, a bit bent but not broken. in a few seconds he had them readjusted and on his face again.

Moving his shoulder really hurt, but Vincent was certain it would fade as the day went on. He found a ladder that led to the back of the store and took it, not wanting to push his luck anymore with that roof. He came around front to look at it. He sure liked to read, and usually just borrowed a book rather than buy it, but he also liked to look. So he headed inside. It wasn't huge, but it was warm. He took a few minutes to warm up while looking through the fantasy section. most of the books that looked interesting he had already read, so he continued walking.

He ended up in the romance section and was about to simply walk right through it, those books not catching his fancy in the slightest, when he saw some poor guy looking at a book and seeming confused. He looked from the cover to the section of the books but still didn't seem to comprehend what he was looking at. He looked dead on his feet and more then half asleep. From where he stood Vincent could see the bags in his eyes were much deeper than his own. Not needing to go to work today, Vincent stepped up to the good Samaritan plate.

"Hey dude, this is the romance section. you look a little lost. Need some help? I bet a bit of sleep couldn't hurt..." Vincent said, laughing as he walked up to the guy. His voice was a merry one, and one that he liked to employ quite often.

[TL;DR: he wakes up from a dream, gets on the roof, runs around on the roofs, jumps down to the book stores roof, goes inside, approaches Kira's character.]
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Eilhsa woke with a start, and sat up straight in her twin size bed, a cold sweat running down her back. This was the fifth time this week that she had woken up from a nightmare, and not remembered what the nightmare was about. Rubbing her eyes, she combed her hands through her hair for a few moments and took in some deep breaths. Glancing over at her alarm clock she scowled to herself ruefully. 3:33 am . . . I swear I've seen that somewhere in a movie or something . . . I feel so cold . . .did I leave a window open? Sighing, she flung her comforter off of her bare legs and got up, rubbing again at her eyes, ridding herself of any last traces of sleep. Grabbing an outfit, she went across the hall of her apartment to the bathroom, and took a shower. Much better . . . .

After wringing out her hair and throwing it up into a messy bun, she made her way through her small hallway to the door, taking a lightweight hoodie with her. Locking the door behind her, she took out the MP4 player that had hidden itself in her hoodie pouch, and stuck the ear buds in her ears, turning on the small little square box, and blasting the music as loud as it would go. The time in the corner of its screen read 4:07 am. She pulled the hood up over her head, and headed down the stairs, to exit the building. The weather outside was calm, and the area was still dark. Smiling slightly, she bobbed her head to the beat of the song, and let her mind just let go. Work didn't start until 6, she had two hours to kill, why not just jam out and relax? Not getting sleep wasn't going to stop her from enjoying her time. She was off from school today, thankfully.

Finding herself close to the shop anyways, she sighed and sat down on a bench just outside of the door. Kicking her legs up, she sprawled out on the hard, and cold, wooden seating. Putting her hands in her pouch, she let the music take over, no longer did she having to worry about walking into anything, or the road for that matter, so her mind was free to use even less of itself then before.

~Theres nothing for me here, I gave you my life and its fading away, theres nothing for me here~
~Ladies and gentlemen good evening, You've seen that seeing is believing, Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding, Please check to see if you're still breathing~
~And if you go, I wanna go with you, And if you die, I wanna die with you~

Someone nudged her foot, and Eilhsa snapped up right in her seat, flinging back her hood to look around. Lez, one of her co-workers, and her only friend around so far was there, grinning at her with his lopsided grin. "Come on you lazy bum, work starts in five minutes, Mark will have your head on a plate if you don't get in right on time, as usual." Offering a dark chocolate colored hand to her, he cocked his head to the side and motioned for her to get up. Smiling sleeply, she accepted his help, and got up, following him into the store to get ready for another day of music and video game filled "fun". "Hey, when break rolls around wanna head over to the book store across the street? I need some college books, and I know they're cheaper there then on campus." "Sure, but break is a while off, but concentrate on not letting Mark catch you playing the display games again." The two laughed and got to work.
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James blinked and picked up one of the books and stared at it dumbly before glaring up the sign as if it had wronged him. "Well screw you too vocabulary..." He grumped and blinked at the person that approached him, a little too chipper for this early really. He looked slowly from the person up to the sign and grimaced. "Oh..." He set the book slowly on the shelf and face palmed slowly, dragging his hand down over his eyes in frustration. "Thanks." It was too early and he was too irritable to hold an earnest conversation, as well he had only really heard part of what the person said, mostly not being able to recall what had all been said.

He zombie shuffle meandered around and nearly ran into one of the free standing racks, catching it as he bumped it before grumbling at it, wondering who in their right mind would put something in the middle of the walk way. Then he realized that he was the one not on the walk way. Hurr hurr. He grunted at his own idiocy and failing line of thought before leaning his hip against the front counter and rubbing at his eyes with a hand, groaning. Sleep. It was needed, badly, but he couldn't ever seem to get it. He opened his eyes again and there was that golden armored figure again, but when he looked it didn't go away this time.

The bookstore seemed to fade out of existence, the shelves replaced by tall rocks, the walls replaced by steel bars, the racks became odd monsters with swinging arms that were axes or swords that all started approaching him. He glared at it all. He knew he was in a book store and tried to grip the counter for reassurance but only got a hand full of snakes that hissed at him indignantly. He howled and threw the snakes at the first approaching rack abomination and toppled it. He scrubbed his hands across his face and growled. "It's a dream, it's a walking dream. It's a hallucination. It's not real." He drew himself up and took a deep breath before intercepting the next of the approaching monsters with a book that clunked against it and made it stop. "You're not real and you have no power over me." He blinked and it was the bookstore again, only one of the racks had been blown over and the books it held lay scattered about, he was holding a book though, that was real. He was also holding it to the person who'd told him he was in the romance section right between his eyes.

James groaned and set the book back on the counter not believing that he'd just lost it in a store. Bad enough he did it at home sometimes. "Sorry..." He just hoped that what ever store clerk that was lurking in the back didn't come out and try to chew him out or kick him out. He'd be likely enough to snap right back. He sighed and pulled the rack back up into standing and knelt, picking up the books that were oddly strewn on the floor and making sure the pages weren't damage. Talk about embarrassing.
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Adrianna chuckled softly, listening to the girl before her. Once again, she found herself marveling at the child's excitement and amusing mannerisms. Apparently, the girl's tummy had a mind and voice of it's own, and had somehow let her know that it was time to eat. At her reassurance that she could go as long as she didn't leave campus, Adrianna hesitated just slightly, before she shrugged and stood with a smile, holding a hand out to her new found companion.

"Well... I can draw, yes, but I'm not sure I draw as well as the picture on the book," she said with a soft chuckle. "I have a few pictures in my sketchbook I think I could let you see, if you like. Maybe I'll even draw a kitty for you, if you'd like that?" Her words were all kind, and she was showing an exemplary amount of patience with the girl, something that most people would have guessed had been due to spending a lot of time around children. Despite that, however, Adrianna had never had siblings and never babysat... She just felt children were more fun to be around, most of the time.

When someone nearly ran them over, Adrianna found herself stumbling backward slightly, but doing her utmost to keep her young friend from being barreled over. A confused look was on her face as she looked down at the woman who'd toppled over at their feet, and for a long second she couldn't say anything.

When her eyes moved to the sketchbook that was laying open on the ground, Adrianna smiled slightly. "Looks like someone else likes to draw," she commented to the girl standing at her side. "Maybe she likes breakfast too." She turned to the other woman, still smiling shyly. "We were about to go get something to eat from the cafeteria... would you like to come with us? I'm Adrianna, and this is..."

Her words trailed off and she blinked, looking down at the child. "Uhm... I'm sorry, but I never asked your name, did I?" she said with a chuckle.
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Reia kept her eyes on her new friend, her attention slowly falling to everything that the woman carried, but snapping back whenever anything caught her attention, like the mention of the woman drawing a cat for her. "Yay! Kitties!" She squealed happily. "And I'm sure you draw nicely, lady." The young girl added with a grin, before squeaking weakly and stepping back when someone bumped into her new friend.

Her attention was also taken by the sketchbook. With a happy squeal she quickly scooped it up and looked the page over giggling some. "The pretty elf lady killed the puppy."

The young girls attention never shifted from the pages as she stated, "I'm Reia. So elf drawing lady do you want food stuffs? Speak quickly before my belly argues again." Reia had hit her stomach as she mentioned it, kind of a light slap to quiet it.


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Maggie had been sitting behind the counter at the store, sorting through books that had come in on the prior night's shipment. Due to the college, they got a lot of business for text books, reference books, and notebooks. And of course, many classics for those in English classes. Currently, she was sorting and putting price tags for text books that were on sale due to the fact that the year had already begun so most had their supplies already. Still though, there were always stragglers and transfer students, and those who simply wanted to get a head start by having material ahead of time.

Thus it was that when the first customer of the day wandered in and went straight to the romance section, she hardly even looked up. She'd glanced up when the door opened, but as he seemed to have something specific in mind, she was looking back down at her paper work before she noticed what section he'd headed for. The second time the door opened, she noticed another young man, wearing a hoody. He looked vaguely familiar, like someone she'd spotted around a few times, but not so much that she took an active interest in him.

One hand lifted to push her sunshine gold curls from her face, the other flipped over the shipping document she was looking at. It said they'd sent five sets of a collection of text books, but she'd only found three... Turning to face away from the shop for the moment, she bent over to hunt through a box, looking for the missing volumes when there was a great bit of noise from behind her. Frowning, she stood and turned around in order to hear someone talking about someone not being real and having no power over him.

A deep frown furrowed her brow as that, and she watched as one of her displays she'd spent a painstaking amount of time setting up ended up falling over, scattering books everywhere. He had his book pointed at the second guy before he seemed to snap out of it, and Maggie hurried from behind the counter, intent on putting a stop to any violence that may or may not occur due to his outburst.

She circled around so she was facing the man who'd had the fit in the middle of the store, and put a soft smile on her face, light brown eyes warm and kind as they took him in. "Hey, you look kinda sleepy. Can I get you something? You know, we have a reading nook over in the corner... the chairs are really comfy." She glanced at the other guy, offering him a smile as well before looking back at the one who looked dead on his feet. "Looks like you haven't had enough sleep... Maybe you should have a seat, and I'll get you some coffee or something?"

She wasn't making sudden movements, and infact was trying to be as soft spoken and kind as possible, as if he were a frightened animal. Afterall, he'd gone in to that last fit where apparently he was seeing things seemingly at random... it would only make sense that he might do so again if she set him off.

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Vincent watched the stranger wearily, trying to hold back a chuckle. This guy was in outer space right now. He walked beside him, trying make sure he didn't fall into anything. He failed to when the guy walked right into a book stand all of a sudden. He started shouting at the air and the books, telling them they weren't real. He just let him go, even when he started throwing books and pointed one right at Vincent's face. Vincent didn't flinch, but instead raised an eyebrow, wondering when he would come out of his flip out.

He understood the guy's issue. He had those weird dreams lately, and with them came strange feelings and sights. He hadn't experienced any today, thankfully, but the last 3 weeks he had. He helped pick the books up and then faced the store worker. "Yeah dude, you should really go take a chill pill." Then he whispered "I'll deal with her, you just go calm yourself" into the guy's ear. He looked at the worker and said "Sorry about my buddy, he's just haven't a few issue's. I'll pay for any damages."

He felt no qualms about paying for the mistake of someone he'd never met, it felt good to help out. He was hoping the guy wouldn't freak out again from being approached by another stranger. Vincent really didn't want to get physical in this store and cause even more mayhem with someone who was having a breakdown.
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James winced as the girl approached him, he held up his hands defensively, his mind unable to keep up with her quick words. "Hey..slow down, hun. I'm..erh..I've got insomnia so sleep doesn't do me any good." He sighed and set the books on the rack slowly, with a seeming mechanical pace. He wasn't about to give in to the walking nightmares so easy, he hated them so badly. The sad thing was that he wasn't afraid of them, but instead made him panic because despite knowing they weren't real his senses didn't know that.

The bedraggled young man stopped and winced, his numb finger had gotten quite the paper cut and he set the book he had in his hand aside before the blood dribbled out in a small bubble to ruin the page. "Oh sodding son of a..." he closed his mouth quickly and looked at the two, not exactly feeling like going on a ten minute or more swearing rant at the book. Poor book was so defenseless and he didn't want to be mean to it.

James popped the finger in his mouth and stood up slowly, using the rack as a slight support. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand and squinted at the young woman before him and removed his finger from his lips. His right foot shifted to the side and his left shoulder dropped, his eyes knitting together in an heartfelt feeling of regret. "I'm...really sorry. I'll work off the damages since I really can't pay." He grimaced at the books still strewn about, at least he'd managed to get them into neater piles in their disorganization! That was a victory...somewhat.

He blinked down at the books and up at the rack, his mind hazed out and his concentration broken from what he was doing. "Uhm..What was i just doing?" His eyebrows furrowed together in concentration but his thoughts just couldn't line up, man, someone really needed to clean up this mess. Oh...wait. The insomniac face palmed again and groaned, kneeling back down and working with one hand, keeping the one that had the paper cut on the finger well away from the books. He loved them too much to stain them. Books, they're his, his own, his precious. James stopped and blinked, he REALLY had to stop reading Lord of the Rings before bed time.

He frowned at the guy and twitched slightly. "No. I'll pay my own way damn it." He set another book a little hard in the rack and frowned down at the guy, one thing people seemed to forget that insomniacs tended to be highly irritable. "You might mean well but I'm a grown man. I take responsibility for the things I do and my actions." He glowered at the unknown guy, irritation filled his hazel eyes to the brim and was enhanced by the bags to the point where he looked on the verge of wiping the floor with dude's face. He didn't have the concentration to keep it up though and his mind fuzzed out, breaking the glower and making him rub his hand over his face. The same one that had the paper cut. He sighed, totally forgetting that his finger was bleeding and looked at the two of them with bland disinterest and quirked an eyebrow, unaware of the red line of fresh blood smeared from his forehead to his beard. "Sorry...Irritable..." he grumped and knelt back down, frowning at his finger that was bleeding. When the hell did that happen?! His beard wasn't sharp! Or was it? He gingerly touched a finger to his neat chin hairs with his other hand, expecting a pin prick or something.
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Maggie watched the scene unfold infront of her with the same pristine smile on her face she'd had when she first approached the obviously exhaustion-ridden man. When they started talking about damages and such, she shook her head with that same smile. "No need. You didn't hurt anything," she said in a voice that while kind, wasn't so chipper as to be annoying. When he began to kneel and pick up the books, she joined him, setting the display back up and beginning to sort the books on to the rack as she had done dozens of times. You would be amazed at how often those things got knocked over! And oddly, it was usually clumsy adults, not children, who were the culprits(though an amazing number of parents would blame it on their kids to save themselves the embarassment).

When she looked up again, there was along line of blood running over the mans face and she chuckled. "Lets get you a bandaid. Paper cuts are a pain, huh?" she was careful to keep her voice at a moderate pace now, timing each breath to try to be sure he'd understand her. After righting the books in to piles where they were less likely to get tripped over, she stood and made her way behind the counter, hunting for a first aid kit. Working in a book store, paper cuts were a common occurance in Maggie's life, and she'd taken to keeping bandaids stocked behind the counter... better to buy a box of bandaids than a box of books due to blood stains on the pages.

Returning to him, she unwrapped the bandaid and held it stretched between her hands, ready for him to put his finger down on the pad designed to soak up the blood. "So what's your name?" she asked as she waited. Maggie was wearing a pair of form fitting faded hip hugger jeans, clean white tennis shoes, and a red polo with her name tag where a breast pocket would have been on a man's shirt. Her hair hung around her in ringlet curls, bouncing around her face as she moved.
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James grumbled at his finger about wanting to be a ketchup dispenser and failing miserably. He blinked and was able to follow a good most of what the girl said, apparently she knew enough to take her time. He nodded slightly but continued moving and picking up the books slowly, making sure to keep his hazy concentration on what he was doing.

He nodded again when she returned and placed his finger in the band-aid, sure to keep the thin cut in the pad, grimacing as he glanced at her name tag. "James. James Marden." He wouldn't have minded continued pleasantries but he could hardly focus, and DAMN his eyes that kept trying to slide back to her name tag. Likely excuse right? The tired young man screwed his eyes shut and tried to NOT insult by saying the first thing that had just came to mind. Generally you got punched or slapped for saying "Nice breasts, the name tag is a nice touch." and he REALLY didn't want to go there.

He looked at the ceiling and snapped his attention to the left, past a row of books where he saw the familiar golden spark of light off armor. "Yeah..that's right..you keep out of sight." He glowered and stuck his tongue out at the shadows and looked at the other two having forgotten they were there, his tongue still out and a shocked look on his face. So much for "I'm a grown man". He slowly retracted his tongue and cleared his throat, his ears reddening but thankfully they were hidden in his beanie. "Erh...yeah...don't mind me any more I'm only losing my mind." Grinned slightly revealing his near fang like teeth as well as seeming to remove the tired from his features, he had been a total smart ass about him losing his mind but he'd said it as if he were talking about the craptacular weather they were having just before Halloween.

He waited until Maggie had finished bandaging his hand and held out his other one, not up for being rude this early. "Thanks Miss." He gave her a tired smile, and tried to convey his sincerity since his voice was a little husked out and almost simply a monotone rumble. "I'll uh..help you clean and take my leave." He went after the straggler books, the ones that were light enough to try to complete their dreams of flying before gravity said lol no. He paused and scrunched up his face as if he were pained and seemed to leer at Maggie for a second, his concentration was blown to crud as well as his memory. Had he said thanks? He thought so, but because his brain was currently like a cup of Jell-o (c) that go kicked through a plate glass window he couldn't tell. "In case I didn't just say it, thank you, Miss. If I did just say it just throw a book at me or something, I'm like a stray ya know?" His attempt at humor did not amuse him. He inwardly sparta kicked himself into the pit of death, thinking he'd failed so hard that even failing seemed to win.

James dragged his hand down his face again and sighed. One of two things needed to happen: he needed to either get some proper sleep for once or someone needed to knock him out to get some good sleep for once, maybe read him a bed time story or something. Yay! Bedtime stories! Wait...did he just think that? REALLY?! He grumbled and shook his head, he needed to lay off whatever he was smoking.
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Frederick followed closely behind his mother as they trailed into the campus, already quite late. He happened to have a day off school today due to a holiday he couldn't remember, so he came in with his mother to wait on the campus. "I'm really sorry mom..." He said walking behind her, he knew it was a nuisance for an 11 year old like him to be out of school and in his mom's hair while she tried to go to school. "It's okay Freddy, you can stop apologizing, that's the sixth time since we left the car!" Said his mother, smiling down at the young boy. "...I'm just real sorry..." He said, quietly, patting the back of his mothers leg. "Don't worry Freddy, it's fine. I'll just get Hank to take care of you while I'm in classes." Hank was the name of the police man who looked after Freddy while his mother was in lectures, he was a safe person and Freddy could talk to him and his mom really liked Hank because he was "dependable", but Freddy thought he was kind of dependable himself.

"Heya slugger!" Said Hank, crouching down to look at the 10 year old. Freddy took a step back, he didn't see Hank approach and he didn't like the way he called him 'slugger'. He looked nothing like a slug! "Hello Mr. Hank." Freddy's mom was already breaking away from them, she was late and it made Freddy feel even worse about delaying her. "I'll be back in a few hours! See you later alligator!" she called as the distance between them began to lengthen. "I-In a while! Alligator!" Shouted Freddy, he got it wrong again! 'I never get that right...' He thought to himself, looking up at Hank.

"You look kind of hungry kiddo, want to get a chocolate bar for yourself?" Asked Hank, handing him a dollar. Freddy looked up at him and nodded slightly, he didn't really like chocolate, it made him thirsty, but he figured he should just get one anyway to make Hank happy. "The vending machines are just beside the toilet! You can't miss 'em" yelled Hank as Freddy waddled off into the main building. All the people kept on pushing and shoving as he walked in, but he just shut his eyes and pretended they were all cows mooing and trying to eat grass, he liked cows because they make milk and he liked milk.

He walked over to the vending machine with the dollar scrumpled in his hand, when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye: It was the girl! The other child that he saw all the time! He quickly stepped beside the vending machine so she wouldn't see her. He thought her name was Reia: the most beautiful name he had ever heard. Right now she was talking to some older girl about something and they were on the ground. 'I wonder if they're sisters...' he thought to himself, his thoughts were quickly cut off as they started moving away, and to his surprise, he found himself following them, trying his hardest to blend into the crowd. (which was pretty difficult when you're a meek ten year old) They seemed to be heading to the cafeteria, Hank sometimes took him there to eat jelly, he didn't like jelly because it felt like eating brains and he didn't like eating brains. 'Don't knock it 'til you tried it' A voice echoed in his brain, which made him jump. But he quickly shook it off as he followed the girls down the hall.
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Vincent just grinned back at the guy when he snapped at him. He understood the whole honor thing and paying his own dues. He listened to the conversation between the store woman and his delirious friend, learning his name. He said loudly and slowly to Maggie, as her name tag suggested, "Hey, I'm Vincent."

He bent down and helped the two of them finish cleaning up the books. The last one he grabbed shimmered and he stared at it for a moment. He blinked and it shimmered again, but this time it seemed to morph, turning into another book entirely. It was ancient and worn, with large gilded calligraphy in a language Vincent didn't recognize all over the front of it. He could feel power coursing through it, and felt an extreme urge to open it. He tried to drop it at first, but it was like it was magnetized to his hands. Just as his hand went to the cover to flip it open, it turned back into a normal book again. He blinked and looked around, making sure he wasn't seeing anything else that was weird. He saw nothing and put the book on the shelf, Maggie quickly reorganizing it.

He had missed James' latest episode and his tongue sticking out, and thus made no comment on it. Vincent Snickered a little at James' joke. It wasn't funny because of the joke itself, but because the guy was so out of it and still tried to make humorous remarks. "Well Mr. stray, common, I'll Adopt you, right into a bed." Vincent said smiling, walking towards the door and gesturing. He was in his relaxed slouch, wanting to pop his phones in but unable due to company. He didn't like to listen to music through one bud either....oh well, he could wait till later.
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lol, homophobes. I love gay people.
FredKrug December 8, 2013, 1:10 pm
AGREED


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Mortified at seeing the girl with her sketch book she quickly hopped up. Snatching the booklet away from her and clutching it to her chest she hung her head in an embarrased way. "I… I'm sorry its just I don't let anyone see my work." She perked up at the thought of food and brought her green eyes up to meet the two womens. "Please allow me to pay. Its the least I can do for running into you. Oh where are my manners my name is Shelly Sanders. Its nice to meet both of you." Tucking away her sketchbook and pulling out her keys she held out her hand to the women. "Why don't we go somewhere with some better food? I know this nice little Italian Place over on Main street. What do y'all say? My car is just out there in the parking lot so we could go now if you wanted. Plus I never really cared for the schools food its not all that good" she said with a laugh. Noticing the book in Adriannas hand she asked her a question. "So are you in the art major here as well? Its been about a year and a half but I'm in the art major as well."
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Eilhsa sighed as she walked past the counter to tap Lez on the shoulder. "You still coming with me to the store or is Mark keeping you too busy?" Today was supposed to be a pretty laid back day, but it seemed that there were more people then ever all at once. It was crazy busy. Lez frowned slightly. "Sorry Eil, I'm stuck unloading all the new releases for display at the moment, think you can survive the great and long journey to get your books without me?" He grinned a quick smile and she playfully punched his shoulder, nodding and telling him she'd be back as soon as possible to pick up on where she had left off.

Popping her head phones back into her ears, she pulled her hands into the sleeves of her hoodie, and headed across the road, making sure she wouldn't be ran over while she was at it. The book store always seemed nice, she hadn't been it it often since she had gotten here, and really wished she had taken the time to do so. Walking aimlessly really, seeing as she didn't know the store well, she closed her eyes for a moment, getting lost in her music, before she opened her eyes, only to run smack into a guy that was walking the way she had came in. Losing her balance, she started to fall backwards, her arms windmilling in a very cartoon-ish fashion. Bowing forward suddenly, she caught herself by grabbing a hold of the guys hand, which he seemed to be gesturing with. A small blush came over her soft features.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to ru- . . ." She paused mid-sentence, there was a . . . feeling . . . around his body, only for a moment, but she could have sworn that she felt it, so clearly, as if it had been her own feelings. Slight bemusement played over her face as she tried to think out what had happened. Her mind went back to a book she had once read, a friend of hers that was into new-age things and such had given it to her to look over it. In one part it had said something about auras, and how peoples emotions could be felt in them. Shaking her head, she stood up straight, and cringed slightly into herself from embarrassment. She had let her mind wander while using him to stay upright. "Running into you, I'm really sorry. I guess I wasn't watching where I was going . . ." She smiled and looked up at him, hoping he wasn't mad or anything with his clumsiness. Music still played through her headphones, soft and low, only background music really to her life.

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