gintsuki
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Post by gintsuki on Jul 7, 2005 22:08:37 GMT
Leeyn lead Lillith to where Clyde and Cait were waiting. She was secretly dreading boarding this contraption... even more so now that she realized Andrew would be driving. Maybe she was assuming he was a bad driver... after all... everyone deserved a chance to prove him or herself. It was almost assured the boy could drive better then Leeyn herself. For now her mind would have to be on Lillith. "Are you okay Lillith? You look kinda... tired."
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Post by adrienne on Jul 8, 2005 17:55:37 GMT
Maura walked slowly toward the burgandy Saturn with the odd light behind it. The colour was different. Almost layered. It had black spots, but they seemed... to be about to heal. Whatever had been troubling this being had very recently been dealt with. But there was cast to the colour that indicated fear. Like a hurt animal. But animals were much paler.
Mr. Little caught his breath behind the rear passanger side tire. What were these crazy kids doing beside Tortle's van? He put the box he'd been carrying down quietly beside him. If he just sat here, maybe they'd leave and then so could he...
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Post by adrienne on Jul 12, 2005 21:32:12 GMT
A very strange thing happened while the group of teenagers were absorbed in the discovery of the van, the need to obtain healing, and the immenant discovery of Mr. Little by Maura, and, conversly, of Maura by Mr. Little...
First off, lunch, school and the orphanage went on as usual. A nurse showed up at an empty dorm room, and a peodiphile continued his role as school counsellor sans one victim. But this, it must be said, was not the Very Strange Thing.
Nor was the Very Strange Thing the fact that the meatloaf surprise (served to much trepidation and fear-based humour by the students) actually contained meat from only FDA approved meat sources, untraditional though they may have been, although it was A very strange thing, by all weighings of that expression.
No, the Very Strange Thing that happened was the darkening of the sky upon the horrizon in the direction the teens would travel, though they didn't even know that direction yet themselves. Clouds, by and large, are large collections of humid air wherein the amount of moisture in the air exceeds the air's carrying capacity for moisture. This excess causes some of the moisture to condense into tiny droplets around impurities such as dust particles. Given enough moisture, this condensation forms into droplets too heavy to be suspended by the moist and humid air, and these droplets tumble to earth in what might be called by some as rain. This cloud was different. Or rather, more. Yes, there was moisture amassing into droplets that would, in a short while, perhaps no longer than an hour, be rain. But there was also something that moved in that sky, something that coloured it, changing the dark blue underbelly of a rain cloud into the sickly greens and oranges of that special type of storm. This, gentle readers, was the Very Strange Thing.
Especially to a group of teenagers so absorbed in the adventure and stress of immenent freedom that they did not notice the afternoon air, previously warmed by an unfamiliar orb of fire (known to us as the sun, but to them as that crazy bright thing that shines through the window), and how that air was mixing a lazy humidity with a wind chilled by down funnelling of the upper atmosphere.
Oh Discorida!
These unsuspecting teenagers, at once intimately part of the world and her elements and terrifyingly seperate from them, were soon to know the power both great and humbling possessed by nature in her fury, a power from which they had hitherto been protected by the menacing red brick of the orphanage's walls.
OOC: You can delete this post if you folks want to. I just really wanted someone to post... it had been so long... so I babbled...
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adrienne
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Post by adrienne on Jul 12, 2005 21:46:10 GMT
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Post by adrienne on Jul 12, 2005 21:47:29 GMT
OOC: Oh... the tension builds... Pathetic Fallacy... foreshadowing... the trial beyond the threshold... (Yah, I'll delete this and the picture if you folks want me to).
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Post by Rayne on Jul 14, 2005 3:51:52 GMT
OOC: Quote: "wait... this is almost to good.. a van that will fit all of us. Right here where we can easily find it. umm.... it is still better then staying here or walking... OK time to go." /quote
Agggh! Do not point out my holes as a writer! So cruel. ;_;
Besides, I never even said it was a van, that was totally not my go. -_-
I'm really busy lately, and I can't help it if I'm not online much. I'm sorry.
BIC: Lillith moved into the backseat. She pressed herself against the window, and stopped to examine the seatbelt.
Weird..
She'd never actually seen one before.
"What is it?" she asked patiently, eyes tired. She was bleeding.
Cait got into the back, grimacing. "I drive next time, then." she snapped.
The fire alarm went off in the orphanage.
How odd..
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Post by adrienne on Jul 14, 2005 16:35:42 GMT
OOC: Ha ha, van was mine. Yes, it is coincidental.. but, sometimes, when character is this special, things happen for him or her... like it was a story or something... BIC: Clyde jumped into the car in the backseat beside Lillith and Caitlyn, and reached over Cait to do up Lilith's seatbelt. He didn't talk to her, rather to Cait, as he did so, "If she hasn't seen one of these, she might just get herself killed... cuz we're probably going to have an adventurous drive, no offence buddy," His last marks were directed to the driver's seat and Andrew. Clyde tried to casually brush Cait's breast on the way back to his seat. Hey, why not. Max jumped at the sound of the fire alarm and through himself into the passenger's seat. He looked at everyone in the van, and counted... there was that neat partial seat left open, but Leeyn and Maura were getting in... He looked at the big slidy door space... Leeyn was there... Oh crap. Crap crap crap. Crap flavoured ice cream. Crap on a stick. Crap twice on Sunday. Where was Maura? He looked out his window. She was walking, slowly, oblivious to the fire alarm, towards a car. Max rolled down the window to the van. "Maura, you moron, it's over here. The van is over here." Maura ignored the sounds. The fire alarm. The yelling of Max. She was, as she really always had been, attracted to the light of others. Her inability to touch anything but living tissue, living animal tissue, without sharing memories, and the realisation that bright light like that she was seeing belonged to such a person had always overridden her senses. She was intrigued by this light. The layers in it. "Maura!" Max yelled again out of the window. "Get in the van, now! We've got to go!" Clyde looked out the open side door. Well. This was new. What was that girl doing? "Andrew," Clyde sighed, "Do your thing. Max, shut the hell up. Leeyn, get in. There's space there, and you can reach Lillith if you sit backwards. I'll get that one." He pointed at Maura, then pushed past Leeyn (who seemed... hesitant... to get in the van). "Don't worry," Clyde whispered to Leeyn as he passed. "It won't bite. But watch out for Cait... she does..." Mr. Little's heart pounded. The fire alarm only deepened his growing panic. He had nothing. He had a box of files and paperwork beside him, including that one attendence award he had received. Ah, that blissful award. But no weapon. No defense. At least, nothing that could help against children who could make water defy gravity to fire-hose him in the face, and children that could grow trees out of their necks!!! All he had was the award. Maura moved close enough to touch the car had she chosen to do so. She saw his light at the rear passenger side of the back bumper. She moved along the driver's side of the car, quietly, lost in the light. Mr. Little grabbed the award. He held it in his hands. He held it tightly in his hands. And he turned it over slowly. The trophy had a decent weight to it. And it was all he had... If one child came too close... maybe he could stun it before it hurt him again. Clyde tore across the parking lot. The staff would be spilling into the lot sooner than later. So much sooner! The children, they didn't go outside, exactly. They moved to the citadel, a place within the school that was supposed to protect them. They never got to go outside. It was funny, in a not so ha ha kind of a way. Why would they keep them inside so much? Clyde came up quickly behind Maura and grabbed her arm. "Wake up, kid," he pulled her back with her as he started to run back. "We've got to book, before we're caught..." "There's someone there..." She pointed to the car, tripping backwards and having difficulty staying on her feet as she was yanked by Clyde. "There is someone there, and he knows we're here, because he's hiding." Clyde sighed. Max saw their hesitation. Oh no, he flushed. Crap on toast.
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Post by Rayne on Jul 14, 2005 18:12:02 GMT
Caitlyn's teeth grit, and her fingers gripped her skirt. Why the fuck was Clyde out there.
"We're going to get caught! This is fucking stupid!" she shrieked.
Lillith stared quietly, a bit surprised. She frowned. "..we can't do anything now anyway.. calm down.."
She was really interested in this belt..
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adrienne
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Post by adrienne on Jul 14, 2005 23:09:42 GMT
Max turned to look at Cait while Andrew was figuring out the whole driving thing. "Will you either be quiet or take it up another octave so that your screaming can be out of my range of hearing?" Clyde pushed Maura behind her with a sharp word of warning, "Run!" And she did. The trance of the light broken, she bolted for the van.
"Whoever you are," Clyde yelled, "We're only outside for the fire drill. So.. there's nothing to worry about... We've done what we were asked to do so...." Clyde was backing up toward the van "So we'll just be going inside now..."
Mr. Little didn't move. Hell, he barely breathed.
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gintsuki
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Post by gintsuki on Jul 15, 2005 0:20:26 GMT
Leeyn was focusing her attention on two different places. The girl Maura who was running towards the van, and the bleeding Lillith who seemed interested in her seatbelt. She didn't want to get into the van, yet she knew she had to... and soon. The girl made up her mind to wait until Maura was in first... But then Lillith's condition loomed at the front of her mind. She was hesitating to heal her because of her own stupid dislikes. Never would she let that get in her way, she vowed to herself. The ringing of the fire alarm didn't help to stem the pounding headache forming in her brain. With a heavy sigh Leeyn entered the polluting machine and took a seat infront of Lillith, sittig awkwardly backwards. "Lillith... can I set your arm for you?" She crushed the herbs in her right hand and a mixture of lavender and mint filled the air, making Leeyn feel a whole lot calmer, and she hoped it would do the same to Lillith. "I need your help to form a makeshift cast though..." A clay substance formed out of Leeyn's hand, cracking in several places. "This isn't wet enough to spread easily over your arm." She gave a smile.
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Post by Rayne on Jul 15, 2005 5:25:04 GMT
Lillith nodded a little, raising her eyes. "..okay.." she muttered. "..what do I do?"
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Post by adrienne on Jul 15, 2005 6:38:11 GMT
Maura burst through the side door and slid in next to Leeyn. She breathed hard but said nothing.
Clyde continued to back away, at a better speed now, and when he got to the van, he stepped in and closed the sliding door.
"All in," Max was smiling broadly. The Chaos was his element. "Ready when your are, Andrew!" Then he turned to the others behind him and asked the crowd, "Do you think there is really a fire?"
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Post by gintsuki on Jul 15, 2005 23:34:25 GMT
"I don't think there is a fire... The plants are still singing... if there was a fire they'd be screaming." Leeyn focused on molding the crumbling clay from her arm onto Lillith's, moving her arm ever so gently to a more suitable position. "Just stay still for now... I'm going to have to set your arm..." She gave a wry smile, "This might hurt." Hastily she pulled on Lillith's hand and manovered the bones to match up. The girl hated to cause anyone pain... but this was for the greater good.
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Post by Rayne on Jul 25, 2005 17:29:31 GMT
(I was about to apologise for not being here, but we really need Taber's post..)
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Post by |:Lord|Strife:| on Jul 31, 2005 18:36:56 GMT
(ugh, my life is too busy. I finally got my internet explorer to work though, so...yeah.)
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