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| Azaran | Feb 8 2012, 01:09 AM Post #11 |
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Account Name: Azaran Character who will be Used: Azrael Submission: Submission LOVE. An ambiguous term. I have seen it used, perversed, corrupted until it was nothing but a corrupted mockery which was used to make women life their skirts. In times it might triumph over strength. Sure it is plausible, but usually not. LOVE at first sight? A silly term for massive infatuation and lust. When teenagers think nothing more of their hormones and want a valid excuse to start to mate. Now I might seem very anti-love, and people might see me as a person who doesn't even know the definition of love....But I know. I have felt the infatuation,the companionship, the closeness that love has had to offer. But did i feel this in but a moment? NO! I have not. Love is something that is created from acts of devotion and caring between individual's that gradually grows or whither with time. It is nothing instantaneous or a spark or a match. And that was how i felt about her. Now you might wonder who this "her" was. Well let me tell you about her: She made those buxom waitresses look nothing compared to her appeal. She just had something that they didn't. Not the blond hair or the innocent looking face. Something that was so enticing that it made me ache with desire. My insides would wrack with pain everytime I see her. But it was a good kind of pain. One that meant that I was familiar enough to be with her. I touch her frequently. Feeling her soft warmth creeping into the very center of my being. Nothing could have seperated us. But then there was a crux. A vivacious red head has caught me in her sights now. She was coming at me, knowing that I was a weak simple minded fool who could get swayed by a body as fantastic as hers. She provoked me, she teased me, she was injecting herself into the most primal part of my being. Despite all this I declined. It wasn't out of devotion to her that I declined, but that every woman who was so eagre to please a man was probably shallow, base and not worth it. My decision proved right when I once again met the love of my lifel We have been together for so long. We have gone through so much. Every time I visit, she is always there for me. But she isn't as easy as some of those prostitutes roaming the streets. We have our spats, we have our problems. There were times where she would make life a living hell for me. (In the bathroom) But we always managed to work things out. She was as fresh as the morning dew on the leaves. Even her perfume smelled delightful even in the most dreary of situations. Her soft succulent curves would always make my mouth water even though it was disgusting and I should probably learn to control myself. It was Valentines day today. It was a day where suckers and wimps who thought they could get a fast girl and overly romantic girls get dissapointed. It was where shops and markets took advantage of all the love craze in the air to turn a huge profit. This was another day when i went to go visit "her" Even the disgusting air of Valentines wasn't so bad with "her" in my mind. I took a stroll over the hills of Magnolia, savoring the fresh breeze of a new day and was also looking forward to the temptation that would come when we met discretely. That was when disaster struck. Her house had been sold and was to be demolished for a grander building structure. My mind clouded in panic, I could not think properly. I ran through the empty building calling her name. Calling for anyone. But there was nothing. She was gone... She was gone. I never even got to say goodbye. Why! Why couldn't you have stayed. Why couldn't you have told me. I was devastated. Even the pretty girls who were wandering outside as easy valentine targets wouldn't have been able to take my mind off her. She was everything to me. She was always here for me. But now she just left? God how this was cruel yet funny in the same way. Tears were streaming down my face as my body was ripped apart from pain. I couldn't move. I collapsed on the ground just outside attracting the stares of passerbys. But i didn't care. There was a dim hope still within me. She might still be in Magnolia! He could see her again and take her and never let her go. I could touch her and kiss her and enjoy her. Sprinting I ran through Magnolia crying her name. At first people were giving me dirty looks but as time passed. An old man told me that he has seen my love. He knew where she was. Ecstatic i nearly crushed the old man to death with a hug. I even heard a cracking sound when I hugged him. As soon as he told me where, I dropped him not noticing he heaved a sigh of relief and was somewhat wounded. But I didn't care much. I ran over the hills and found what I was looking for. She was just behind the window. She was beautiful. Tears streamed down my eyes as I sank down with relief for all the tension was streaming out of me. I was through the doors, took her in my hands. By gods she felt amazing. And then I ripped her apart.. HE TORE HER TO PIECES,THE LIQUID SPLATTERED OVER HIS FACE, HIS CLOTHES, HIS MOUTH. HE LAUGHED VEHEMONTLY AS SHE WAS REDUCED TO NOTHING. AND WHEN ALL WAS SAID AND DONE, HE LEFT THE BUILDING FEELING SATED, knowing that they would now be together forever... FIN[/b] DO NOT READ TIL AFTER YOU READ THE SUBMISSION It's a burger...
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| Corben | Feb 8 2012, 03:15 AM Post #12 |
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Account Name: Corben Character who will be Used: Koren Falgasth Submission: Submission I woke up this morning, feeling a bit sad and tired. The sun is barely rising and I can see the light of the day through the mist that surround my tent. I have to admit, I'm a little lost. I push my sleeping bag off and crawl trough the opening of my tent. It's wide open has always. I'm not scared of wildlife. I'm use to it. I'm use to this freedom. It define who I am. I gazed through the mist. But I'm not focusing on it. How long? How long have I been wondering around Fiore? I heard a sound, all sense in alert. Snapping my fingers of both hand, I summoned my two flail, not bothering by the faq that I only have my pants on. Something curious happens. I'm not holding my weapon has I should. No, my thoughts have summoned something else. A ring. Piece of it. The half of a ring to be precise. The noise I heard before? Long gone, it was a fox. He went on his way. I held the half of the ring in my hands, closer to my eye's. I remember now. My first day at dojo weir harsh but what would you expect? Warrior are born in this house made out of wood. I was destined to be a knight. But, destiny had something else in mind for me. I remember the previous duel with my sensei. My right arm is broken, ruined, and yet I ask for more. My left hand can still move. Why do I ask for more? The girl in front of me. All men have ego's and mine his has big has the sky. My right hand is broken and I should be resting? No way, I'm duelling that girl. Why? Well, I was never defeated in a duel before. No, I'm not kidding. But this girl...she always seem to have the upper hand. Good arm, good strength, good agility, good reflexes...good look too. But that's a given. Every day. It always goes like this. I challenge her to a duel, we fight until I loose. Stupid isn't it? I cannot best here not matter what I do. Do you know why? Guess, what, I don't want to hurt her. Yeah, I already told her that, she got red over the face and start beating on me for being stupid. Yet, still, even if I loose my dignity and my ego can't take it, I still go for her. I like her...I think. I'm not sure. And then, one day, we decided to take our day off near the mountain. We were enjoying this. Just the two of us together. But then, she said something about my broken arm. That it is healing, and that when it would be done, I would have to go away from the dojo. I said to her that I would stay, even if sensei didn't want too. She said that would be impossible, since I was a mage and that the dojo would refuse me. I said it was fine, then. I said, that I could always come back for her, when I would be stronger. So that I can fight my way through the dojo and beat it's master. And then, I would best her in combat for the right to marry her. She turned red again. She said I was foolish, but she did wanted me to get stronger. She laugh at me, saying I wouldn't be able to beat her, since she would always make sure that she would be stronger then me. I shrug and laugh. The next day, since we didn't have any jewels and such, I manage to shape a crystal in the form of a ring. I told her I would keep half of it and that she would keep the other half. It would stay that way until we weir strong enough so that I can claim her for mine. And then, we hugged each other one last time before I went my way and she, went her way. And that's all I remember right now. That's all I can understand of love. I shrugged then want for my travelling bag. I put the ring back where it belongs. I'm not yet strong...far from it. Edited by Corben, Feb 8 2012, 03:18 AM.
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| Marceline | Feb 8 2012, 04:24 AM Post #13 |
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Account Name: Marceline Character who will be Used: Hikari Kogitsune Submission: Submission How can someone love me? How can they love an abomination? Not human, nor demon. Stuck in the middle. When they look at me, they see me as a monster. When he looks at me, he sees an angel. He calls me his angel. His light. But why? How can I be seen as an angel? How can he love me? He knows what I am and still wants me. He adores me from head to toe. My ears. My tails. He doesn't mind them. And for that, I feel confused yet blessed. I have someone who loves me. Someone who isn't ashamed to be with me. Be seen with me. He doesn't see me as a half demon. He sees me as his lover. His heart. His girl. Our story isn't the most moral, but it's still the sweetest love story that I'll ever know. One that will never die, just as our love will never die.
Why? Why do they look at me like that? They stare at me when I'm with him. Looks of disgust from both males and females when I hold his hand. When I kiss him, I see the hatred. Humans hate me. Demons hate me. They don't understand. Their prejudice, it's strong. The distain. The hate. Why don't they understand? I may be half demon. There's no mistaking that. But I'm also half human. We're all the same on the inside. We all have that beating heart. The same insides. My father didn't care. Otousan was in love with a human. A weak, frail being. Worm-like vulnerability compared to the resiliance and sheer power of a demon. Love is love. You can't help who your heart wants. I thought my heart wanted Mako. I married him because my heart told me that I should. I loved him because he loved me. But then I met "him." The snowy haired male that I met during a mission. The Falzo. So pure of heart. A white knight in shining armor. The moment our eyes met, I felt it. A little voice in my head that said I wanted him. I was confused for the longest time. I was conflicted by the wants and needs that my heart swore that I needed. As time went on, Mako and I became distant. We became strangers who just pretended to be in love. It didn't feel right. I felt empty. Hollow. The void that the false love for Mako had once filled was now hollowing out again, aching to be filled by it's true missing piece. Mako was the temporary piece. I knew deep down that he was, though I'd dare not admit it. I cared deeply for him. I did love him. I just wasn't in love with him. Such a cliche line now that I think about it. Just when I was about to fall apart, our paths crossed again. Wes Falzo. The male from the restaurant. I ran into him at the beach. Fate was smiling down on us that day. A pleasant day where I realized what I truly wanted. My heart lead me down the wrong path, and now fate was turning me on the right one. It was on that day that I realized that I loved Wes, not Mako. Wes saw my true beauty. My beauty as a half demon. My true self. Mako never got passed the fact that I was half demon. I was still an animal in his eyes. But not to Wes. Never to Wes. I am his angel, and he is my Knight. I remember when he rescued me. When he spent three days, tearing Fiore apart with his cousin to find me. All the while, I was being ravaged by that gang of bandits. Twelve men, and one woman, along with their minions. I was told that Wes would never come for me, that he wouldn't want me. He was lying. I knew he was, but as the days slowly ticked by, I started to believe him? Why would a human risk his neck for a worthless thing such as me? Why would anyone do that? I became a hollow shell over those three days. My light was gone. My body was tainted. Who would ever want me? Xerxes repeated that every day. So much so that I believed him. But he was wrong in the end, and so was I. Wes came for me. My heart soared when I saw him, but the happy reunion wasn't as it should have been. Xerxes used the collar's control to change me into a monster. He awakened my inner demon and made me fight the one I loved. He wanted me to kill him. Star crossed lovers, forced to fight to the death. He could have killed me, and he would have if he was anyone else. But no. He was my savior. My love. He broke the spell that held me, freeing me from the bandit's grasp. After slaying the bastard, Wes told me about Mako deserting me to go his own way. I broke down, but I wasn't sad for long. I lost Mako, but I gained something better. I gained true love. True love that found patience when I awoke at night, screaming in horror from the nightmares. Wes taught me how to love again. And I couldn't ask for anyone better. The heart can be so vague at times. You think you love one person when you truly love the other. Did I ever truly love Mako? Was the romance an illusion in my mind? Or was it just a temporary substitution to keep me sane before I realized my love for Wes. Deep down, I could feel it. I was going to spend the rest of my life with Wes. That was a feeling that I never truly felt with Mako. I was finally in real love. True love. A love that could withstand many trials and tribulations, and still come out as strong as ever. A love that could endure even the hardest of strains. He and I are true soul mates. I'd be lost without Wes. He saved my life and made me feel less demon and more human. He showed me how to love myself. I'm not an abomination. I'm not an animal. I am me. And he loves me, for me. Every flaw. Every little quirk. He loves it all, and it makes me feel, for the first time in my life, that I'm accepted. I will love him. Always and forever. Endlessly and faithfully. I am his. Edited by Marceline, Feb 9 2012, 04:55 AM.
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| 栄 Ravendark | Feb 8 2012, 05:13 AM Post #14 |
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Logan Paul Dragon Slayer
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Account Name: Ravendark Character who will be Used: Oberon Led Zepplin Submission: Submission Love was a thing for fools. I had this thought in my head when I walked to the club my band was playing at. After about fifteen minutes I reached the club simply titled ‘The leauge’ weird name eh? I thought before walking in, the people were…strange to say in the least as I found myself lost upon a sea of people that sometimes seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. Still it wasn’t my business to judge them, wasn’t like I was normal either eh? I thought chuckling slightly at my own joke and flapping my wings playfully before making my way to the far side of the club where two medium sized stages were set up on opposite sides of the club facing each other. It was here that I met the bouncer, a large hairy man with large teeth much sharper then my own, only when I looked at the name tag did I see the wolf like mans name, Wick. What the hell kind of a name was wick! I thought inwardly, careful to not show any emotion in front of the man who looked like he might just eat me for fun. I flashed the necklace I had and he nodded at me, letting me pass and growling and maybe even howling at anyone else who strayed too close to the backstage entrance. Backstage had a bit of a sense of Penash almost as I walked into it, a few heads looked at me, although I was relieved to see that four of them were staring at me and nodding with the odd wave here and there. Finally some framiliar faces outside of the guild! I thought as I hustled over, drum sticks in hand and jumped onto the sofa they were all crowdng around with Ignis on my left, “Damn! I thought I was going to die in there!” I said aloud, it was true I had never liked crowds at all. However they gave me nervous looks and didn’t speak but instead looked at Ignis who gave me a nervous look, “bro…my voice is trashed from the magic games last night” he said with a cracked voice that shattered what chance we had of winning the battle of bands into the dust. I felt my eyes widen as I growled, “DAMMIT IGNIS HOW CAN YOU DO THIS!” I yelled loudly at him, he gave a slight whimper though and I realized it wasn’t his fault, no need to get mad at him for it. I sighed, “I-I can play drums though!” he said quickly before I looked at him and thought…I could sing, but I hadn’t much practice, was this something I could do? I thought before making up my mind, “fine…ill sing for ya” I said giving a slight grin while the rest fo the band did a few “hells yeah!” and a “no forfeiting for us!”. I smiled, might as well get going though. I thought as I stood up and started walking backstage until we made our way to the stage, meaning that everyone followed me, so this was what it was like being lead singer eh? I thought to myself before stepping out n stage with my wings giving a few flaps as the announcer revelaed the battle of bands beginning. I gulped, I had always been comfortable around the guys but this…damn. I thought as I looked on with worry the other band was going first though as the crowd turned in the club to face them and dance it all out! Only when the five of the other band TELEPORTED onto the stage did I feel a heart attack feeling hit me in the gut. She was…oh god I groaned in nausea as I stared at her while she sang and played the keyboards opposite from me, her hair was blue and wrapped into two long pony tails which swayed gently as she sang. Those eyes…. They were blue and seemed to stare straight at my ehart as if she could read everything that I was feeling and thinking at the moment, however she didn’t show it at all, instead playing and singing her music like a fallen angel. But those… wait! I stopped myself as my eyes had drifted south slightly to her rather….womanly curves at which he could not help but stare at inappropriately, hey I am man enough to admit that I’m a perv! I argued with myself before trying to fight these feelings. This feeling… I thought as I could feel my heart racing like, well, a racehorse as if I had no control over my body and everything seemed to be working out of control! My head felt all fuzzy and warm as if I couldn’t think or see straight and the only thing I could see was her beautiful eyes, seemingly staring back at my own. Those beautiful eyes… They….made me melt like just a glance could turn me into a puddle. M body felt tingly lik someone had thrown hot and cold water on it at the same time and I couldn’t even make up my mind on what I was feeling….oh god… Was this…Lo- However my little appiffany was stopped suddenly as the band ended and bowed for applause before stepping off stage. However she seemed to be frozen as well as it had not occurred to me until now that she was staring back at me with a look on her face that seemed as though she couldn’t make up her mind about things… Was she- Goddamn that announcer! I thought growling as I stepped up to the mike while the mystery girl jolted in surprise as well and looked at me with an open mouth before blushing and leaving as well.. Oh god I wanted to follow, my heart was screaming it in agony Yet I stayed, sang, supported my friends, and my band as our song was much more upbeat and in the oment of things, causing the people who were dancing on the floor earlier too start breaking it down now, even that wolf guy from earlier was rolling in the mosh pit! After about three minutes Ignis who was on the drums started wrapping the whole thing up, I put the posers to rest with my music. The sound I sent out made everyone join in as they went crazy on the floor, I looked as I danced before…before…be-fore Those Eyes… They were staring at me… I froze and felt that feeling coming back again as I panicked and stumbled back a bit causing the two of us to break out of our strange and awkward trance. I blushed strangely enough which I never ever do around women most of the time, and yet I felt compelled to follow her when she turned to exit out the back door… Ahh screw it… I thought with a growl and jumped out off the stage expecting to land on solid ground but instead becoming swept up as the fans bellow me held me above them and carried me across ‘the leauge’ club floor! “Put me down!” I tried yelling over the music, too which a few people listned, setting me down easily so that they did not invoke my vengeful wrath. I growled and shoved my way through the crowd, where did she go? And why did I feel so compelled to follow her? Was I in…love? I thought as I finally made my way to the end of the club and bursted out of the door gasping for breath. However I failed to notice as I barreled into someone in front of me throwing us both to the backalley streets of Coreopsis. I groaned as I moved my head, and at first all I saw was blue, was I dead? I thought to myself as thoughts of running into the path of a moving truck filled my brain. Then hoever the strange blue blob in fornt of my eyes moved up and I panicked as I saw them… Those eyes… They looked at me now with surprise and a slight omit feeling of fear, not fear at the black winged demon but fear for some other reason that I couldn’t fathom but had a sinking feeling as my gut wrenched before, quickly and cautiously got up without saying a word. That feeling in my chest was rising again as my heart raced and my cheeks turned red. Finally to break the awkwardness of the situation is spoke, “hi…” She jumped slightly and looked around before quickly jumping next to me and giving a quick peck on the check and running away without saying a word, it was clear she was a mute but that feeling in his heart when he saw her and she kissed him it was something that he couldn’t brush off or ignore… now that he sat there thinking this he couldn’t help but admit the question… Am I…In love? first love thread with him lol, always 1499 words CHECK IT! no hatin k bai Edited by Ravendark, Feb 16 2012, 07:44 PM.
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| Mervix | Feb 8 2012, 06:28 AM Post #15 |
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Account Name: Mervix Character who will be Used: Mervix Zell Submission: Submission The world isn’t black and white. It comes in various shades of gray. Does love come in shades of pink then? I chuckled as I paced the streets of Coreopsis, wide awake for once. I looked around at the many couples, hands clenched together, eyes staring at the waters that reflected the love that should be bursting from their eyeballs. Pfft. City of love. Where’s love when you’re looking for it? I paused, a little taken aback by my reaction. Damn it! Why would I need any love? I kicked aside a stone, relishing the feeling as I sent it straight into the water, scaring a nearby couple who edged away from me. I snorted at them, sending them to flight. “That’s right. Fear me. Tartaros guild mage coming through.” Fists clenched, I sent my legs walking with no direction in mind. Anywhere. Just bring me anywhere. Away from these stupid feelings. Away from these idiotic people and their stupid lovey dovey looks in their eyes. Damn month! Time for all those stupid shops to harvest a lump of Jewels all because of some designated day for love. Isn’t love supposed to be shown every day? An expression of…what…devotion? Some inner feeling? “Ga!” I shouted, the release of pent up frustration sending nearby doves to flight. I found myself on a bridge and feeling particularly moody, I leaned over the bridge’s stone balustrade, taking delight in forcing my hands onto its cold surface. Sighing, I stared at the water below, the full moon’s light like a second sun, rippling on the water’s blue surface. Who am I kidding? What do I know of love? I know duty. I know need. I know anger. Pride. Hmmm…not lust though. Is love lust? I hear it’s some burning desire and want for a person. I flipped myself around, using my hands to lift my body and sat on the bridge’s balustrade, legs hanging a foot above the ground. Maybe love is a fleeting attachment. Some feeling that comes and goes. Like my parents. So close for one moment. Shouting and screaming the next. I swung my legs back and forth for the sheer joy of it, feeling for a moment, like a kid again. Just then I heard a familiar sound; the tinkering of a small bell. With that sound came the memory of a time long lost, a delectable dessert left long ago in my childhood. Curiously I looked around and sure enough, an ice-cream cart was rolling to my right; a white thing with all sorts of baby blues, light pinks and lime green streaking across the cart in wild abandon, a yellow-white striped umbrella shadowing the person who pushed it. Hesitantly, I waved at the cart and soon enough, the cart came atop the bridge, stopping just across from where I sat. “A cold dessert for memory’s sake?” The ice-cream man spoke. No wait…A female? A little surprised, I bent lower to sneak a peek at the person. It was a girl. No older than 18, I think with brown hazelnut hair tied back in a pony tail and green eyes, eyes that seemed to burn with an inner fire. “If you’re finished staring at the “merchandise”, I believe this is the part where you say ‘I would like to purchase everything in your cart’. We part ways and we all have a good night.” Touche. “I would like to purchase everything in your cart, Ms…?” “It’s Miss-“ She stopped herself immediately. “Na-ah.” The girl said, shaking her finger at him. “You’re not getting me that way, stalker.” “What!?” I said, sounding a little whiny even to myself. I stood and began to approach her but she screamed, assaulting me with a pair of frosty cones, dead on the eyes. A little blurred I lunged at her, catching hold of...something…intangible… We struggled abit, back and forth but my strength ensured that I could push back. I tried to reach and wipe at my blurred eyes but her grip on my arm and shoulders stayed me. Before I knew it, we were in the air and falling. I came into contact with the water and burst out gasping, a lung full of water. Coughing, I realized that I had also pulled her to the surface, still holding on to her… I yelped, kicking back as she clutched her chest, both of us turning a shade darker. I felt a fire light up my face and still my tongue. “Rapist!” She finally cried. “I’m not a-!” I yelled in defence but she had begun to splash water in my direction, waves upon waves into my protesting mouth. With each time I tried to speak, I gulped another healthy dose of liquid. Covering me eyes, I yelled. “JeStEr GaTe!” Dipping my hand behind me, I pulled out what I hoped to be an umbrella. Whatever it was stilled the onslaught and in triumph, I began to laugh until I realized what I held in my hand. A humungous rose. “Pax!” I yelled in frustration, the rose melting in my hand. “Umbrella!” I dug my hand into the water again and this time emerged with a…box of chocolates. “Pax!” Chuckling, the girl renewed her assault on me and throughout the night, every time I opened the Gate all sorts of items emerged; loved shaped pillows, puppies, teddy bears, perfume. If not for the sound of her laughter, it would have been an absolute disaster. A few hours passed and we were sitting by the water’s edge, finishing all the ice creams in her cart, the ice creams which I had bought. As the moon sank into the dawn horizon, she stood, brushing her soaking skirt. She turned to her cart. A sudden pain filled my heart and I reached out to her. “Wait…when will I see you again?” She bent close and touched her index finger to my nose. “You won’t see me. I’ll see you.” My tongue stilled by the ache in my heart, I watched as she pushed her cart away. “The name’s Beatrice by the way.” Beatrice, I sighed. It was still until Pax spoke. “If you’re still wondering what’s love, it’s cleaning up all the garbage you threw into the river.” “Gladly.” Love. The willingness to sacrifice for someone else. I grinned. Perfect. Extra bit The post is 1053 words long.
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | Feb 8 2012, 01:01 PM Post #16 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Account Name: Fafnir Rakesh Character who will be Used: Noctis Lucis Caelum Submission: Submission I don’t know why, but I felt suddenly very dizzy. Disorientation swept over my body and mind, and the thousand shades of green before me started to swim in my eyes, forcing them shut. My hands unfolded from my lap and grabbed onto the ground on either side of me. I steadied myself, staring intently into the blackness of my eyelids.I breathed deeply, and began counting to fifteen. It was silly, I realized. Childish and stupid, but I counted anyway, and when my breathing had steadied, I folded my arms again over my legs. It was a very bright, lazy, empty Sunday afternoon in the last throws of summer. A cloud swam across the blue sky, and I tried to give shape to it. For a moment I imagined that I saw something, a dragon, but the form faded in my mind and I realized it had been my imagination. I craned my head backward, looking across the rest area. A few picnic tables, a small building with two bathrooms and a candy and soda machine, and my lonely car, parked on a grassy spot a dozen yards from me. Sighing, I looked down the embankment I sat on. Waves of grass, and then lines of trees that transformed into a thicket and then a forest which continued to the distant horizon, where a line of mountains splintered the land and sky. She was coming. I thought to myself. She is definitely coming. And yet, something deep inside me, a snarling, bestial force told me that she wasn’t coming. The creature was bleak, concealed in darkness and very dark itself. It wrapped around me, strangling me like a boa constrictor, pressed its mouth close to my ear and whispered to me that she wasn’t coming, that she had never intended to come. I felt the beast seize around me and I tried to throw him off. Childish, again, yet still I imagined myself, standing tall and noble. I failed, though, and the fear continued to chew inside my gut, my hands clasping tighter around me knees as I waited. Waited. Waited. And began to feel she really wasn’t coming. Then, she came. I heard her car, the steady thrum of the engines and the cracking of gravel as the tires slid onto the rest area. I didn’t look back. I pursed my lips and closed my eyes again, muttering something that might have been close to a prayer. Another childish, immature habit I had grown over the years, like counting to fifteen. Closing my eyes and praying– only, praying wasn’t quite the right word. I wasn’t uttering my desires to any particular being or deity or anything. And the world ‘wishing’ never seemed to fit, either. A wish, I always thought, meant you had a clear goal in mind. Health. Wealth. Happiness. That sort of thing. Happiness. How strange. I didn’t rightly know what it meant then, and I think part of me still clung to the superficial sense of the word; the vague, abstractions that people carry with them. Happiness. Love. Reduced to the physical reactions people pretended were caused by them. Smiling, endorphin release, a stress-less, weightless sensation, the pitter-pattering of little hearts. It’s all bullshit. A steaming pile of emotional refuse spawned by microscopic chemical reactions in the brain. Even then, part of me understood, but another part of me clung to the romanticized, idealized notion. Part of me still does. Even then, that part of me was dying. Not overt, not recognizably so, but beneath the surface– the veneer of happiness, the eroding waves of cynicism had begun to break the core of my humanity. The beast of human disenfranchisement–if not the same beast as the lizard-thing in my gut, then a close relative–was slowly working its way through my body. Digging, clawing, and chewing through my intestines and stomach and lungs, looking greedily, hungrily for my soul. When I turned my head, opened my eyes and gave a slight, casual wave of the wrist, though, I’ll be damned if I didn’t believe wholeheartedly all of the romantic notions I would dismiss as childish at any other time. She was there, alright. She was there. Stepping out of her car, with her long, brown hair tied behind her, the deep, puppy-dog brown color of her eyes captivating even at a distance. She smiled a perfect, white smile and waved back as she walked. She was beautiful. Of that, and perhaps that alone I was absolutely positive. “Hey,” I said, and I couldn’t help but smile. She had that effect on me. Had had it, in fact, for years, since I first saw her–her deep, enthralling, hypnotizing eyes that seemed too large and mature for her when she was a child, that she had grown into as a teenager and that still always made me smile. She sat beside me, took a small, whimsical breath and paused a moment. “Am I late?” she asked after a moment. “No,” I said. She wasn’t. I was early by twenty minutes or so, I didn’t tell her that. “How long’ve you been here?” “Not long.” I said, and cracked my knuckles. Childish habit number three. As I did, I watched my knuckles intently, and pretend that each snapping were my knuckles breaking. All the bones in my hands shattering into a thousand splinters beneath my skin. Number four. I saw her eyes flick skyward from the corner of mine. I allowed my eyes to slip skyward, a few clouds sailed by across the deep blue summer sky. I tried to find the cloud she was watching, I scoured the shapeless forms of gas, the puffy wisps of white miles and miles away. Something held her attention, something in the sky attracted her big, brown eyes– and I wanted to see it. To catch a glimpse at the shape which might appear formless to me, or might have looked like something completely different than what her eyes saw. I couldn’t settle upon what she saw, I stopped looking. “School soon,” she said. I felt a pang, a sort of mild pain shoot through my spine. ‘Yes,’ I thought to myself, ‘school soon.’ “We’ll stay in touch, though.” I said. “Yeah,” she responded, and repeated, as if trying to convince herself “we’ll stay in touch.” And the voice within me, the beast, somehow alien to my nature yet indistinguishable from myself, edged away from my bleeding entrails to wrap around my neck. A mad grin spread on it’s hideous, monstrous face, and it whispered in my ear that we wouldn’t stay in touch. We would drift away. We could separate, and then I would be alone. Alone. “We’ll definitely stay in touch.” The words escaped my mouth, defiantly, against the serpentine creatures will. It squeezed tighter on my neck, then relented with a mocking smirk, and returned to the consumption of my insides. I wanted to believe what I said. I wanted, desperately for the words that escaped my mouth to have been meaningful. I wanted to stay in touch. “Still though. There’s a lot of people we won’t ever see again, you know?” she said. And I said nothing, I sat, watching the trees sway in the invisible breeze that tickled my face. “People I never really got to know, people I didn’t know very well. Faces, you know? Faces you see walking down the hallway, and you nod, you say hello, but don’t really know their names. They’re all going, and you probably won’t see them after graduation.” “Who needs ‘em?” I said, and laughed. She smiled a little, too. “And even–“ she said, searching for the words. “Even–“ she still could not find them. “Well, take you. Even if we stay in touch and call and visit once in a while–“ “Visit a lot!” I said. “We can visit all the time. I love the city.” “–we’ll still be so far away.” A pause swept over both of us in the form of the distant, cool wind that seemed to blow from the future itself. It licked at us, it tickled us. “A hundred miles isn’t far.” I said, then laughed. “It’s not as far as it seems, I mean. A couple trains, a bus. It’ll be fine.” A pause. “Tell you what, we can meet halfway. Smack-dab in the middle.” “I’d like that,” she said, and smiled. We sat there, for a while. Neither speaking. Both, I am sure, absorbed in some deep, metaphysical thought. She was probably probing the depths of her psyche, asking herself questions about life and her goals and whether she belonged in art school. She would have been thinking about the faces in the halls, the endless stream of humanity that flickered past her each day, the jocks and the cheerleaders and the chess club alike. She was a humanitarian, I suppose. My thoughts were selfish. I thought only of her. About her eyes, the rare, brilliant, intolerable cuteness of them. Adorable, I supposed was the word I would have used, but it didn’t fit. It wasn’t mature enough. It didn’t–couldn’t evoke how I felt when I saw them, even at a distance. I felt like I had just been thrown off a ledge, and the air had been instantly sucked from my lungs. I thought of her hair, and how it always looked as if it was exactly the way it ought to be, even when tied carelessly behind her or flung halfheartedly over one shoulder. I thought of her skin, pale like mine, flawless in complexion. I thought of the delicate, soft curve of her lips, and thought what they might be like, pressed against mine. “Make sure to tell me all about art school,” I said, rather feebly, my eyes flowing easily from the sky to her face. It was everything I had been thinking, and more. Quickly, I looked away, as if I had just caught a small glimpse of the sun. For a moment, I saw spots before my eyes where her face had been. A silly thing to imagine, I know. “I will.” “Okay, good.” “Tell me about yours?” “Definitely.” “I’m sure it’ll be great.” “Yeah. Me too.” “Great.” “Definitely great.” We sat, a while and talked little. I didn’t mind at all, but I grew worried she was dreadfully bored. I always worried about that, and felt no relief as I saw her smiles with each furtive glance I shot her way. Smiles– even though she was bored. Must be something about her nature, I thought. She would be far away, becoming famous soon. She left in less than a week. In two weeks, I would still be here, as confused about what I wanted to do as I was now. Our time was short, it was exhausted. Kapoot. The drake wrapped around me, I felt it. It pressed on me from every direction, and every square inch of my body compressed in quiet disdain towards my core as the beast whispered in my ears. I was out of time. I thought those words as they slammed against me. I thought them with a great gravitational monotony, like a heavy weight pounding on a drum. I was out of time. Thus was love lost |
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| Luffy1045 | Feb 8 2012, 04:36 PM Post #17 |
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Let the flan flow through you.
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Account Name: Luffy1045 Character who will be Used: Hiro Nakamura Submission: Submission Traveling with Sora Ignis Ventus is a very trying experience. While I did ask him to come and join me as I search for more answers on my past and why I ended in Fiore, I never expected him to take my training and personal life that seriously. Let’s say the training is fine, since I’ve gotten significantly weaker since my arrival here. Now, he wants me to talk about my “feelings” and how I’ve felt different emotions. Up until my arrival here, the only emotions I ever felt were “peace”, “anger”, “betrayal” and “comradeship”. However… I must say… Meeting with that girl in Magnolia, Aysia… Something inside me stirred… Let me explain…
I had been in Magnolia for a while. I was helping out with Old Man Rogers’ business, because he was kind enough to take me in when I had no place to go to. He took the time to teach me the customs of Fiore, the whole business about magic and guilds, as well as lending me some money. Thus, I decided to work for him, partly for pay and partly for free. In any case, after finishing my work for the day, I headed towards a bar, where a certain lady with the dark skin was singing what the people here called “jazz”. Back in Isshu, the music that was closest to this was called “oriental blues”, and I liked it. It soothed me. Sitting in that bar, drinking some “soda” (a bubbly drink with good taste and no alcohol) and enjoying the live music, I didn’t notice that a girl, about my age, was sitting in the table behind me. When I did eventually turn to sit down, I saw her. The most… exquisite woman I had ever seen. However, at the time, I just thought she was good-looking, and that hopefully she wasn’t a noisy human being. She looked at me and smiled at me. I didn’t care much, but decided to stick around the table. After all, she wasn’t being a nuisance, and was quite polite. We started talking as the singer, whom was named “Lady Georgina”, began a slow jazz piece. The more we talked, the more I realized how similar we were. We didn’t fit in much with other people we should our kin, and we definitely weren’t fond of mages. She wasn’t because of something that happened to her (I do not know) and I… well, because most of them end up being too rowdy for my taste. There was something that was happening then. It was like… the world wasn’t so bad anymore. Even the usual, irritating noises of people shouting wasn’t so bad at this particular moment in time. I didn’t know then, but now I can feel it now… It was this emotion that people called “love”. The love that people talked about wasn’t the one called “friendship” or “brotherhood” or even the one that was said that parents and their children almost instantly had for one another. No, this was the kind of love that made you lose track of time, made you sweat, made you say things you wouldn’t normally say and do things you wouldn’t normally do. I didn’t know that Aysia very much, but I know it now… I was falling for her. I didn’t know it yet, the day we met, but it was her determination and her drive to help that attracted me the most to her. After we ended up helping the town with a small problem, I decided to leave Magnolia to search for my six friends from Isshu. I had caught a glimpse of Castor, one of them, and now I needed to know whether or not they were all here. As I told her I had to leave, a little pinch was done on my heart, physically and metaphorically. I didn’t want to leave her; in fact, I wanted her to come with me. My wish could’ve come true: she absolutely and positively wanted to come with me, help me. This was to the point where she was worried I’d get in a bad situation and might’ve ended up getting in trouble. I smiled at her and told her everything was going to be alright. As I walked away from Magnolia, from Old Man Rogers, from Aysia… I knew that I wanted to come back. I wanted to hug her and tell her that her worry was touching, yet unnecessary. By holding her in my arms, I wanted her to feel the warmth of my heart and the sincerity of my words. But I couldn’t turn back… Not yet. If I was to love her and start something serious with her… I had to discover the truth about that day. In the end, Sora was right to make me write this stupid paper. He made me realize that, for the first time in my existence on this planet, I had felt this feeling of affection in my heart. While it was an annoying feeling, it was also something that gave me questionable strength, and to be honest, even the hard-headed me wanted to explore this feeling. But I didn’t know how to do so. I was new at this, and I was anxious about it. I’m in love with Aysia, and I don’t know what to do about it. |
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| K1ng | Feb 8 2012, 06:07 PM Post #18 |
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The f--king King
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Account Name: K1ng Character who will be Used: Sariel Submission: A senile Sariel talking to his grandson in his latter years Submission What is love you ask? Well, this brings me back a bit. Back to my first crush, ahah, that was a time. My young life was pretty eventful, and I still remember it vividly. The weather, the smell, the sights, the times, even the dialogue. I can remember it as if it was yesterday. It was a brisk morning in February, still quite cold after the winter seasons. I had just walked out the door and it was sunny was it? No... that can't be right. Ahh yes, it was raining. It was a down pour too if I remember correctly. I walked out my door that morning, I had an interview you see, and I was on my way over to it. A new bar was opening up down the street and I had scored an interview. Quite lucky if you ask me, considering my appearance and all. Well anyways, as I walked out the door, I got drenched. I hated the rain, so wet and bothersome. Especially on a cold day like that. it chilled me right to the bone. I recall wishing it was snow. Hahaha, funny thing isn't it? Near the end of winter you hate the snow, but the second it turns rainy, it's all you wish for! Much easier to clean up and not so... messy.
Well, I began walking down the street to that bar. I was wondering what I would even do. I had never mixed a drink in my life, but I needed the job. The owner had liked my mask, so she thought I was interesting enough for the job. Lucky me, she was such a charming woman. I made my way over, thinking all the while. Perhaps I would have been an entertainer there? Who knows, I didn't end up getting the job anyways haha, but that's not the important part of the story. So I walked into the bar, and there she was waiting for me. She had the most beautiful eyes, I remember them clearly. They were a nice shade of sapphire blue... or were they green? It doesn't matter, they were beautiful, and captivated my very soul. I could stare into them for hours. In fact, I would have if she didn't ask me to leave. I had walked into the darn place and sat like an idiot! Can you believe it? I need a job to get by, I finally get a chance, and i blow it by falling for some bimbo! But what a bimbo she was... She had the most beautiful sapphire eyes... or were they.. right right, I already said that. So as I turned from the bar and stood up to leave, I felt this overwhelming sensation come over me. It was warm, and I felt calm. It welled up inside of me and as I reached for the door, i could contain it no longer. My foot started tapping rhythmically to a mysterious beat I could hear in my head. I still don't know where it came from, but it was powerful. My whole body shuddered, and soon even my lips began to move. The first words came silently, but before long, I was singing aloud and dancing! It was a karaoke bar, so I had all I needed there! i put on a little show, would you believe? Ahah, if I remember correctly it went a little like this "Where is.." Hmm, no, that's not quite it. What was it again? Ahh right, it went like this "What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more Oh, baby don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more What is love Yeah Oh, I don't know why you're not there I give you my love, but you don't care So what is right and what is wrong Gimme a sign What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more Whoa whoa whoa, oooh oooh Whoa whoa whoa, oooh oooh Oh, I don't know, what can I do What else can I say, it's up to you I know we're one, just me and you I can't go on What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more Whoa whoa whoa, oooh oooh Whoa whoa whoa, oooh oooh What is love, oooh, oooh, oooh What is love, oooh, oooh, oooh What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more Don't hurt me Don't hurt me I want no other, no other lover This is your life, our time When we are together, I need you forever Is it love What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more (oooh, oooh) What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more (oooh, oooh) What is love?" Yeah, that's what it was. Such a charming tune she made me feel that day. Oddly enough, I don't even recall her name! Would you believe it? A funny thing love is... one minute it overruns your whole body with a quaking feeling, and the next it is as calm as the eye of a storm. The turbulent winds spin you every which way, but you feel calm all the while. A funny thing it is.... Yes. Well that my boy is what love is. A forever changing word that some times you curse and sometimes you believe in whole heartedly. It is something intangible, and graspable all the while. You never truly understand it yourself, but when you feel it, you better act on it. That first time, the girl slipped away, but the second time I felt that sensation was the day I met your grandmother, would you believe it? A funny thing it is... So boy, do you love anyone? Oh you do, do you? Why don't you tell her. Oh, she sounds very pretty, have you talked to her yet? No?!? Well you better hurry up before fate snatches her away! Your to shy to talk to her? Well thats too bad, that other boy seems to be interested in her as well. Other boy you ask? Why? i thought you were to shy to act. Oh, now that there is a little competition, you want to scoop her up all for yourself? Better hurry then, I can see them at the park from here! Yep, right over there, do you see? Ahha, and off he goes. I guess that's youth. Competing with another man for the woman of your dreams. I know the feeling well. Grandma had quite a few suiters herself back in the day. Yes... quite a few. Me being one of them of course. From the getgo I had a disadvantage, me looking like this and all. I can remember her youthful face perfectly. Almost as beautiful as it was on our wedding day... That gentle smile, so full of caring. If I could see that smile one more time, I could rest easy... She was a wonderful woman, your grandma. What's this? A tear? Silly me, getting all sad in my latter years. I never was the type to get all emotional... I must be getting old. Am I old sonny? Ah, that's right, you left... I must look the fool talking to myself like this. Ahah, but love can make you act the fool. It's a driving force, it can compel you to do anything. Jump off a bridge, go to war, paint a masterpiece, anything to gain her affection. Hah, I told her I'd become the strongest if she became mine... Told me I didn't have too, Was perfect the way I am. Shoulda listened. Spent most of my time off fighting silly battles, when she was home worried sick. Looking back, I felt she was too good for me didn't I? Must be why I was off trying to prove my manhood. Silly me. Can you believe it? Me off fighting battles, now I can hardly move. Ahh right, you left... I must look the fool talking to myself like this... Love makes you do crazy things sometimes. Such a mysterious thing love is. What is love anyways? Such a mysterious thing... I suppose it's time to get some rest. I'm sitting here talking to myself, well, off I go. Edited by K1ng, Feb 8 2012, 06:14 PM.
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| Noel | Feb 8 2012, 06:43 PM Post #19 |
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Teh cuteness =3
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Account Name: Noel Character who will be Used: Noel Aramis Submission: Submission «..You love me, don't you, Noel?« I don't even remember how she came into my room. In one moment, I was still writing in my diary to get the rather interesting events from the previous day off my chest – a second later, she was already sitting on top of my bed, crossing her legs in a similar fashion as I usually cross mine whenever I'm sitting on my bed, minding my own business. Luckily, managed to hide the small booklet under my shirt before she'd notice. «Hm..? What do you mean?« I asked, pretending like I was actually listening to her. In truth, I was way too worried that she might notice the lump near my belly and demand from me to show what I was hiding. She has a tendency to always get what she wanted, and usually, she'd succeed. But there was no way I could ever let her see that diary. No, that diary is mine, and I'll never let anyone read it.
The girl let out a soft giggle, the kind that made something within my stomach to flutter with unexplained excitement. I didn't like it too much; it was a feeling that happened entirely on its own without me being able to control it in any way, and what was even worse: I had no idea why it happened. All I knew was that it always did, whenever she let out that musical giggle. In a way, it seemed like she knew exactly what effect it had on me, and thus it felt like she'd do it on purpose at times, as if enjoying the color of redness sprawling across my cheeks whenever she did. Oh gawd, the redness. It's like a plague spreading across my cheeks, giving me no chance at all to fight it back and make it go away. And the more it spreads, the wider that grin on her face gets, and all of that makes me even more embarrassed. And she enjoys it even more. «C'mon, Noel, I know you like me.. I've seen you looking at me when I was dressing,« the girl said. ...How did she know? I could feel my cheeks getting redder (if that was even possible), and the expression on my face was so obviously showing my surprise at what she'd said, that she had to giggle again. Oh gawd, please stop.. If my cheeks go any redder, they'll explode. «Wh-What are y-you talking a-about..?« I breathed. Her sly grin told me everything. She knew that I knew exactly what I was talking about. I'd always been such a bad liar.. stuttering always betrays me. For some reason, it feels like she can sense it, too. Like many other things, but.. How did she know that I'd been looking through the crack of the slightly opened doors at her? She was turned away from m--...Ohhh, the mirror! ...Damnit! How did I not see that..? «I d-didn't r-really m-mean to, I w-was just p-passing b-..« «Shhh, it doesn't matter,« her voice interrupted me, her chocolate brown eyes stopping on mine, making me swallow as I tried to keep my gaze up. I do have to admit she's kind of cute. Her long brown hair falling on her small shoulders were glistening in the light of the sun coming in from the nearby window, and her puffy lips were slightly curved upwards in a small smile. Her tiny nose resided cutely between her beautiful eyes, that.. Ahh, I can't look into them. It feels almost as if she knew what I was thinking about. Glancing down at the sheets between us, I tried not to look up at her again. Whenever I did, something weird happened, and I didn't like it. I don't like her at all, she's always following me when I move around the house, and whenever we're in school, she keeps looking at me. It's really annoying and embarrassing as well – but the worst things always happen when we're alone. Just like now. Feeling her finger on my chin, I felt my head being pushed upwards slightly to look into her eyes once again. «It really doesn't matter.. We both know the truth, and that's what is important,« she said. I was having trouble keeping my eyes on hers, but she made me look at her, so I didn't really have a choice. If only this unexplained embarrassment would go away. «But I'm not going to tease you anymore. That's not why I came here today, after all,« she said then, giggling. Again, the butterflies in my stomach. At the same time, I could feel a cold shiver run down my spine. Just what was she planning? «You do know what day today is, right..?« she asked, making my eyebrows squint together in a frown. I slowly shook my head. «W-What day..?« Suddenly, I noticed she kept one of her hands behind her back. Now that I thought about it, I didn't remember her pulling it forwards into her lap, like she did with the other hand. That sudden realization made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I really didn't like the way she was playing with me. These weird, foreign feelings and effects she was having on me, the inability to tell what she was going to do or say, and the embarrassment she always seemed to put me in.. it was just something I didn't like. I wished she'd just left me alone. «Today's your birthday, isn't it?« she asked. I blinked. Oh, right. The seventh of June. I've completely forgotten myself. How did she even know? My realization was quickly swapped by apprehension when the hand behind her back moved. She was fiddling with something behind her back, and I felt my body tense up. Then, when I already began to wonder whether I should jump off the bed and run, she'd retrieved a small bracelet. The silvery thing was made of small rectangular parts, bound together like a chain that appeared to be a lovely silver bracelet. Upon turning it around in her hands, I was able to notice an engraving on its back that read – Noel Aramis. «That's for you, Noel..« she said softly as she handed it over to me with her delicate hand. Rendered speechless, I accepted the bracelet with shaking hands. «Y-You w-wouldn't have t-..« «I made it just for you.. Happy twelfth birthday.« Taking ahold of the beautiful bracelet, I opened my mouth to say something, but fell silent just a moment afterwards. Finally, after that deceitful blush had crossed my cheeks once again, I managed to stutter: «T-Thanks..« While she was putting the bracelet on my wrist, I was trying to think of a way to thank her properly. «I..uhh.. Y-You really w-wouldn't have to.. I-It's amazing.. I d-don't know how to t-thank you..« I said quietly, blushing softly as she fastened it around my wrist. «Well.. you could do this..« she said, glancing up at me, and suddenly leaning in. Before I could react, I felt her puffy lips press against mine, smelling the sweet scent of her perfume. My eyes widening in surprise, I jerked my head backwards, yelling out: «What was that for..?!« She looked a tad surprised at the way I had reacted. «What's wrong..?« I heard her ask quietly. «Why did you do it?« I repeated, upset. For the first time, she didn't know what to say. «..I thought you'd like it. I thought you like me, Noel,« she said quietly, looking at me with those big brown eyes. I had to look away, or else I would've blushed once again. «I don't know what to tell you,« I murmured quietly, frowning a bit as I glanced away towards the window. «..I don't like you.« It was quiet in the room for a few seconds, then I heard her melodic giggle once again. She went on and on, until I felt like turning around and just telling her to stop. Thankfully, she did. But what she said, made the blood inside me rush into my head. «..Then what's that in your pants?« I felt like I wanted to be buried alive. «That has nothing to do with you!« I snapped, beet-red in the face as I turned towards her. «I don't like you! You keep following me, you always embarrass me, and you're annoying to no end! Why can't you just leave me alone?! Go away already!« The moment I've said it, I knew I'd gone too far. Gazing at me for a moment, she suddenly got up, tears in her beautiful eyes. Before I knew it, she'd reached the doors of my room. «Fine..! If that's how you feel, I don't want to see you ever again!« she yelled, rushing through the doors. «Zoya, wait!« I yelped. But she was already gone, leaving me sitting there on my bed, confused and guilt-drenched. Love. All it leaves behind, is hatred and incurable wounds. I hate it. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Feb 9 2012, 05:23 AM Post #20 |
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Combat Enthusiast
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Account Name: 栄 Balmung6 Character who will be Used: Blitz Ranfen Submission: Submission The crowd watched with a combination of awe and fascination as they watched the spectacle unfold below them. Blitz was in the center of a gladiator-type ring, surrounded by a seething horde of mechanical warriors. Each time one got too close, he would slam it with a giant mechanical fist of his own, sending it sprawling across the yard, back to its maker. The number of twisted metal shrapnel piles littering the arena like autumn leaves testified to the success of this method. "The nutter's off his rocket!" Blitz imagined one viewer saying to increase his fame, "He's outnumbered fifty to one and he's effing grinning!" Blitz would have admitted a point had it been anyone else - he wasn't the gladiator standard - a titanium warrior, already sporting a rather impressive collection of scuffs and scratches from his brawls with the scrap masses around him, bulky metal plates around his hands for extra punching power. But he was not crazy in the least. In fact, he was as clear-headed as you could imagine. To him, the horde around him was all that mattered, but he could feel it deep in his now-mechanical bones. Every breath felt like a hiss of steam from his mouth or nose, almost hot to the touch, and his veins trembled with energy, like a pent-up storm, waiting to vent its wrath upon the nearest foe. He closed his eyes and spread his arms out wide, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, enjoying all the sensory information like someone relaxing on a beach might, opening his eyes with a fierce grin. He knew combat. He liked combat. He loved combat. For those brief minutes, he knew it did one thing nothing else could - It made him feel ALIVE. And with an eager roar like a lion finding a wounded prey, he dove headlong into combat, reveling in the sheer aura of the fight. Edited by Balmung6, Feb 25 2012, 07:34 AM.
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