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Post by disko on Sept 6, 2009 11:04:11 GMT -6
[Actually got this done before I had to leave :] sorry if it's a bit short]
Humans, humans, humans everywhere. They infected this earth like a plague spreading rat. How they had made him suffer, how they had tormented and bind him for balancing out their cruel deeds with his own. He was now in this academy, helplessly watching them and anyone else who were ‘lucky’ enough not to be cursed. He could do nothing, say nothing, absolutely nothing or else they’d chase him out of here too. He had to bide his time, wait for the chains to break, wait for the right moment when they snapped. And when that happens he too would snap, snip snip goes the curse skin, and out will come the vengeful freed beast from Rouen. What hath humans wrought… A taboo child of the monsters bound in chains for his bringing of judgment.
“Oh what hath they wrought…” He growled to himself, eyeing the passerby’s from the shadows, dark eyes filled with rage from past grudges. Grudges that could never be rid of by petty apologies.
The white haired demon looked on, the clothing draped over his pale form blending with the shadows provided by the castle far above the clouds. No one bothered him, and that was what he liked, if no one bothered him, then no one would get hurt. Roux liked to be alone, but he liked these large groups as well, he could find weakness and store it within the subconscious of his brain. He was the kind of Chimera that would never forget a face, never forget what others have done to him. He was intelligent, but no amount of cleverness could have saved him from the townspeople. Now he found himself in this place, a place that wanted to help those who were far from it. And all the spiteful philosopher could do was watch.
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Post by rei on Sept 6, 2009 13:33:26 GMT -6
Hana was walking out in the
courtyard since she had nothing
else to do, and she was wondering
why everyone had to be so
childish.
Everyone always had to have a
problem with everyone else.
It's like the only thing that existed
was them. They all thought they
were the best. Well, she was the
best, and everyone else basically
followed.
She saw a boy standing there
looking quite spiteful. She raised
her eyebrow slightly, brushing her
red bangs away from her eyes.
She wondered why he was
looking so irritated, and looked
around.
She didn't see any reason for him
to appear so agigtated.
She walked up to him, her hands
resting casually on her hips as
she addressed him.
"Hey."
Just a simple greeting.Nothing
Special.
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Post by disko on Sept 6, 2009 21:03:13 GMT -6
Well the silence that was so welcoming could never last forever for poor Roux; everyone just had to bother him. It seemed to be everyone job or hobby, whatever floats their happy little carefree boats. This time it was a woman, around his age and almost as tell as him [which was a rare thing]. She stood out like shore thumb, with bright red hair and blue eyes with an odd looking outfit to match. But then again she could have come from a different part of this twisted world than him. Dark eyes that were so intent with the movements of the beasts hidden away in false skins broke away and made the woman their new target of ambigu interest. The beast that did not even know of her existence was now facing the fire haired woman.
Hey. She had said casually. Hey. Was that all anyone could say around here? Maybe it was his stuck up French attitude a lot of Americans complained about. He didn’t have an attitude! He just found everyone annoying…
“Hmph, hello…” He grumbled back as he tried to figure out why she was so curious about people standing in shadows with an irritated look on their face. All anyone knew about him was that he was just another ordinary student here to study the ordinary things throughout the days. What they didn’t know angered him; they didn’t know how he envied those who were happy and content with their lives. His life was never full of rainbows and scones. To him this woman was like everyone else, just a tad bit nosier then most.
“Well Ms, can you tell me what possessed you to come over here?” He asked in a questioning tone.
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Post by rei on Sept 7, 2009 18:46:37 GMT -6
She watched him
in a curious manner,
not really sure why
she did come over
here..
Because he looked
alone.
Not in just solitude,
she could handle
solitude. Just bitter
emptiness that seemed
to go on forever and
devour your soul
until their was
nothing left.
That kind of alone.
"Because you looked..alone..and not
in solitude.."
She wondered if he'd even understand what
she was saying.
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Post by disko on Sept 7, 2009 19:21:02 GMT -6
Hmm, that was the only answer he would get? Of course it did hit home when she had said he was alone, it was a known fact. But he had brought that upon himself, as did most of his twisted and sick family members who now lay in shallow graves of rubble and debris. At the start he was born to be alone, but he had fed the hatred that ultimately sent him packing. The woman who had disturbed his silent plotting was probably as alone as he, if out of all the people she came over to him.
“Je connaître. But if you’re anything like me you’d know that is your only option in this world. And let‘s face it, I‘m probably the only one in this school who deserves to be alone” He said, half talking to the woman and half musing to himself.
The French was apart of him, although he could speak perfect English he still threw in a few words here and there to keep things interesting. Roux didn’t care if it was fair or not if they understood, their loss and his gain of independence in this world of clones. And it was true, no matter what others had gone through his would always make their faces curl in disgust and sock. He looked normal yes, but the sickening truth had plagued him, taking away his sense of touch. If he were to chop of any finger Roux would not feel the searing pain. Thankfully the curse had left the rest of his nerves intact.
“By the way, to whom do I have the pleasure of being bothered by today?” Roux said out of the blue. It was impolite to keep your name hidden away in the shadows. Even if you were talking to a hideous beast.
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Post by rei on Sept 9, 2009 15:04:31 GMT -6
She smiled at him, happy
that he understoodt what
she meant. She was also
happy he spoke French.
She had taken some French,
and knew almost all the basics,
but used English as her primary
language.
"I'm glad you know what I meant,
and if you choose to be alone you
will be, just like I was."
She didn't want to nag to him
about you can choose your
fate and all that, but she just
wanted to tell him how she
made friends and such. It
took her awhile to get out of
her comfort zone, but she
eventually made it.
She wondered if he liked being
alone...
"Je mappelle Hana Lin."
[[Please forgive the missing accent mark on the 'a' in mappelle xD, my keyboard is irritating]]
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Post by disko on Sept 9, 2009 18:35:02 GMT -6
[that's ok my computer is like that sometimes to :]]
Why was she smiling? Not one person had ever smiled like that, sure his mother had smiled but it was a sickening smile, twisted in dark nature. This was not known to the monster, did he even know how to smile? He probably did as a child before he could even understand what he was and why everyone hated him. All he could see was blackness, blood of justice’s victims and a mother driven to insanity and obsession. It was kind of sad that her flaw of obsession rubbed off on him. How very sad. But right now Roux was wondering if this gesture could be trusted, he had been tricked once and paid for it in iron chains. I'm glad you know what I meant, and if you choose to be alone you will be, just like I was.
“Alone, I hardly think you‘d know what it is like to be alone” He responded, still trying to figure out what a smile was or what it was supposed to mean. Very little people knew what alone was, it was the kind of feeling that made you want revenge, blood was the only price Roux could see that would bring him peace. Je mappelle Hana Lin. He had almost missed her name, Hana was it? He didn’t really care for last names, he didn’t have a known one so he just took the name of the town that chased him out.
“Bonjour Hana, mon nom est Roux Rouen” He answered, thinking it rude not to give a name. But she spoke a little French as well, and this small fact almost made him ‘smile’ but it was lost before it could even start.
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Post by rei on Sept 9, 2009 18:46:49 GMT -6
Her smile faltered slightly as she
looked past him. His words
hurt, but they weren't true.
Her father had killed her mother,
and had tried to kill her. She still
wanted to kill him, even though
she knew that wasn't the right
way.
"Blood only brings more blood.."
In truth she wasn't actually speaking to
him. It was what her mother had been
screaming before she died. She closed
her eyes as the wind stirred her hair
across her face.
She nodded as he told her his name.
It was an interesting name, and she
found she liked it. She smiled slightly
once more.
"Bonjour ,Monsieur Roux"
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Post by disko on Sept 12, 2009 20:33:15 GMT -6
This whole smile business was quite confusing in his opinion. Such little things could turn a smile into a frown was it? Such petty emotions were always observed by Roux but they still confused him even now. Confusion, that was something he rarely ‘felt’ so to say. He was always the smart one of the family, perhaps too smart for the likes of them. Maybe that’s why they were destroyed in the flames of the old house. Too caught up in their foolish ways to see that it was the end for them. And what was this talk abut how blood only bring more blood? How foolish, it was human nature to kill without thought, it was their only way of justice. And his form of justice too, he was paying back humans in all the blood they had shed of his own kind plus interest.
“Hmph, believe what you must” He mumbled in a laughing tone. How strange these people were. But right now it was time to conduct a little experiment. What made people smile? He had never seen one directed at him until today and it made him feel less angry at the world around him. Agreeing with people seemed to be one thing that made them smile. Frowning seemed to be caused from saying what humans would call ‘mean’ words. Not like there was any difference. Today’s goals, see how long he could keep a smile going and if possible return one [though it seemed blasphemy for him to even pull it off]. Hana smiled a bit once more after he had told her his name. And once again an exchange of words took place as custom dictated.
“I see you have taken some French” He said, trying to keep the conversation going although one could tell he had little contact with other beings.
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