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| Sleeping Butterfly; || blaise c. && cecilia g. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 27 2009, 07:30 PM (191 Views) | |
| dazzlatte! | Jan 27 2009, 07:30 PM Post #1 |
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[align=right]<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>; winter twenty-seventh [melting] 2:30 pm -| clearing[/align] Crunch, crunch, squish, crunch. It wasn't music, it wasn't musical, it didn't even really have a beat that could be feasible as a tune, but Blaise seemed content to be humming along to it, anyways. After a very emotionally difficult winter, coping with death and loss and the sense of helplessness that came along with still being alive, it was kind of amazing that he could be remotely cheerful at all. Well, then again, this is Blaise we're talking about. Mr. Sunshine and Daisies and all that. While he was at it - this routine, breath-of-fresh air afternoon walk - he decided to take a gander at whistling along to.. whatever tune he'd managed to concieve from the mundane and repetitive sound of footsteps. What resulted was just a little gust of air from his lips, and with a frown (had he really never learned to whistle?) his eyes drifted down to that almost-invisible puff of air and he tried feebly again, making nothing more than a little 'fooo' noise in the midday winter air, barely watching where he was walking meanwhile.</span> |
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| Nochii | Jan 27 2009, 07:37 PM Post #2 |
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It was too quiet. Cecilia wandered around the Glade endlessly, clinging to her chest and panting heavily. She had had one of her attacks again, and she was clinging onto her life. She was too exhausted and the cold had nearly frozen her to death. She managed to lean onto a tree where she slid down on the ground with a thud. Her jet black hair nearly covered her face, making her unable to see. She looked at her hands, where there was blood. She was having her hallucinations again after she had killed her stepfather in a bloody rampage. She put her hands on her head and nearly screamed until she fell unconscious. Finally, she thought she would die. |
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| dazzlatte! | Jan 27 2009, 07:57 PM Post #3 |
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This was ridiculous. He was sure he'd been able to whistle once - maybe - by fluke? But, Goddess so help him, he was going to figure it out, it couldn't be that hard, it was just whistling, lots of people whistled, so why on earth couldn't he? This kind of thought process seemed very likely to chase the poor boy around all day, and he might have very well spent a very unreasonable amount of time trying to figure out how, probably even going to the extent of attacking the local library to find a Whistling For Dummies book or something dumb like that, but he was brutally interrupted by a visual that was far too grim for such a sparkly and admirable scenery. He stopped, abruptly, mid-whistle-fail. That train of Chug-a-chug-a-carefree-thoughts came to a screeching halt, and here he was, Miss Real World, just a few steps away from a mass of misery. A girl slumped against a tree, barely moving, scraggly black hair obscuring any signs of movement or expression. The blood drained from his face, but -- Don't overreact, reason chided. He paused, feeling an uneasy trembling in his hands. Sure, he'd come across this before, thinking something unreasonable right off that bat and nearly hurting himself because of it, but there was something really.. really real about this. It nearly made his heart sputter in a panic. "Ah, excuse me miss...?" Trying to sound calm, he didn't move, only stared at her with perplexion and oncoming horror, "Are you...?" Okay? Alright? Alive? Oh no, please be alive... |
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| Nochii | Jan 27 2009, 08:01 PM Post #4 |
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For a few minutes, Cecilia heard a voice. She couldn’t look up because her hair blocked her eyes. She stood there, unresponsive, even though she was breathing heavily. She was still too exhausted from the cold. She was wearing her school uniform which still managed to fit her, black socks and her school shoes, but they were going to be worn out. “…. Help…. Mee…” she stammered. |
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| dazzlatte! | Jan 28 2009, 07:11 AM Post #5 |
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Oh. Dear. Paralysis conveniently seemed to seize him, mind and body, at the exact same time relief tried to free him of tension. Because she most definitely was not dead, which had been in the end the worst-case scenario; that said, it quickly became clear that she was not alright, either. Slam-your-breaks-you-just-hit-a-deer clear. So by the time he started breathing again and, y'know, being remotely useful,she might as well have hemorhaged out or perished from lack of oxygen, so he was really lucky she wasn't actually seriously injured. Though lucky wasn't exactly the word he would use right now, considering the horrifyling nightmarish scene he'd just found himself a part of. And maybe the idea that this could all just be a terrible dream was what kept him from passing out then and there - but dream or no dream, he obviously had to stop standing around like a complete baffoon and do something. Just, well. What. "Er, a-are you hurt? Do you need me to... to..." Well Goddess help him if he offered to do CPR and had his bluff called, considering he had no frickin' idea how to even begin. So he couldn't even offer that. He didn't even have a first aid kit. The clinic was really far away. Taking a deep breath, he stumbled forward toward the trembling heap and tried to bend down to eye level, to try and figure out what was wrong - "What can I do?" He tried to speak softly, but his voice cracked from the stress. |
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| Nochii | Jan 28 2009, 06:23 PM Post #6 |
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Cecilia wanted to die. She didn’t want to exist. Everyone hated her enough. Her mother her stepfather…. She didn’t know about her real father; he was probably dead or somewhere out there, not knowing he had a child to raise. She tried killing herself, but was unable to due to her hallucinations. She looked up, her hair finally moving away from her face, and saw a blond man, looking down at her in horror, like she came from a horror movie. She wanted to reach out to him. Touch his skin, but she was too weak. She started to breath quietly and whispered, “Take me…. Now… kill me….” |
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| dazzlatte! | Jan 28 2009, 07:05 PM Post #7 |
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"What?" He said immediately, in complete disbelief. Had she actually just asked him to...? Goddess, this had to be a dream. A nightmare. She was looking at him now, beneath all that wild and obscuring hair - her eyes were a bright, terrifying red - and there was clear suffering and torment there, somewhere. It was enough to stun Blaise. What had happened to this girl? Well, he obviously wasn't even going to consider her strange request (he must have heard wrong, in any case), but was determined to help somehow. A sense of urgency pushed him on; he didn't know what was wrong with her, couldn't see any injuries, but what if he was already running out of time? What could he do? Moving even closer to her, Blaise searched a bit queasily for blood, scrapes, bruises... but couldn't see much at all. But doing this made him notice her school uniform, which heightened his concern. She really was quite young, wasn't she...? "Hey, um, miss, snap out of it," he'd seen the heroes do that on movies, take the shoulders of the hysterical dame and shake her, but when he did it he had to put in an extra effort to be gentle for fearing of hurting or startling her, "Where are your parents? Do they know you're out here?" Staying calm right now was really, really hard. |
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| Nochii | Jan 28 2009, 07:15 PM Post #8 |
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The man reached closer to her, inspecting her for any signs of injury. She wasn’t injured at all. She couldn’t even feel pain at all the slightest bit. Stab her with a knife, she won’t scream. Amputate her arm, she still won’t feel anything. Cecilia felt alienated, like she didn’t come here from earth at all. She was just a lifeless, worthless specimen that had been abandoned. He told her to snap out of it, which was pretty useless. He asked her where her parents are. Parents… does Cecilia have any parents? No, none at all. They completely abandoned her. Her mother left her with the devil, her stepfather, and completely went on a rampage, killing him with a butcher knife. No parent would ever love Cecilia for how she looked. She was all alone now… “I have left them. They tried to kill me, tried to kill me whole. I will never forgive them…” she whispered, almost enough for him to hear. |
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| dazzlatte! | Jan 28 2009, 08:58 PM Post #9 |
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Maybe he knew them. Maybe they worked for the Estate. Maybe he had some connection to these worried-to-death parents and could reunite them with their woeful daughter, who had just gotten lost - yes, that idea comforted him quite a bit - just gotten lost and was scared because of it. That was all. But this fluffy, ideal concept was snatched away the instant she began to speak again, a pitiful and weak voice devoid of any joy or hope whatsoever, words that his mind couldn't grasp. Something was wrong. The words parents, kill didn't belong together, never. He thought of his parents back in Colchester, loving, doting, always busy and fussy but never harming. Parents couldn't hurt their own children. It just couldn't happen. Despite this naive thinking, though, he knew something had to be done. She was just scared. He would take her somewhere warm and safe, to calm her down, until her parents could be found and the matter sorted out. He didn't even know this girl's name - didn't even know if she was real - but he had to do something, and he really was helpless until he figured out what was going on. "Ah, here," A bit awkwardly, he turned around and bent down low enough so she could reach easily, holding his hands back in offering for a piggy back. Well, he didn't want to just pick her up... "You can't walk right now, can you? I'll carry you back into town, if, um, if that's alright.." He wondered if she would trust him. After all he was a stranger, and strangers in forests offering piggy back rides were probably not to be trusted. But, clearly, Blaise was at a loss. He'd just have to think of something else, then. |
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| Nochii | Jan 28 2009, 09:04 PM Post #10 |
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He turned around and extended his arms towards her, offering a piggy back ride. Was he taking her somewhere? Finally, she thought he was a killer who acted nice but was a complete devil. He would take her wherever he would take her, strangle her, and then throw her body into a shallow river where no one would dare venture to. But this was inaccurate. Cecilia didn’t say anything as she came onto his back and rested her head on his shoulders, where suddenly she fell unconscious. Will this be the final day of living? She thought to herself. |
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| dazzlatte! | Jan 28 2009, 10:25 PM Post #11 |
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He was actually surprised when he felt her weight suddenly press against his back. As in, well, he'd honestly come to expect she might scream or cry or kick him in the back of the head instead of - well, accepting his help. Not to say he wasn't relieved that she at least had faith in his ability to assist (faith he himself didn't quite have), but now that she did he suddenly felt a pressure descending upon him. You sure can't screw up now! "Um, ah, I'll take a short cut," he said, trying to distract her from the fact he was wobbling while trying to stand up straight, "so we'll be able to get to the clinic as soon as -- " And then she fell limp. A spasm of fear palpitated through his heart, and he stumbled back, trying his best to maintain balance so as not to drop her - was she asleep? Please tell him she was just asleep. Before he could start panicking, though, he felt a faint thudding against his back: a heart beat. Well, as much of a relief as that was, they weren't quite out of the woods yet. Um, literally. "As soon as I can," He promised under his breath to unhearing ears, and started the trek back to the village. ((Continuing at Estate xP)) |
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