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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 19, 2009 21:47:56 GMT
She smiled at Mayu, looking down as her face blushed and then back up to Mayu. "I remember seeing how scared he was when you blacked out, and how happy he was when he saw you." she said with a small shrug. "I-I know Melville can be a good person once every few years, and believe it or not we were sort of friends before my mum... died," she said, every word coming as a revelation even to herself. "I haven't seen him acting so good in years. It makes a nice change." she said with a shrug.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 19, 2009 22:06:09 GMT
She burst into laughter, feeling hysteria close by. “So, what your saying is, I’m good for him.” Mayu smiled, still giggling profusely, “It’s all good, man. But whatever. Let’s go in there and make everyone jealous of our hot bods.” She laughed again, pulling Diane into the room holding the party. “Shall we dance first or make out first?” a sparkle in her eyes could be seen, the only spark of the fact she was kidding. Mostly.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 19, 2009 22:10:09 GMT
She laughed, "Happy Melville makes happy Mayu, right?" she said, walking forwards, suddenly remembering how muddy her legs were. It was actually quite good that she her dress was so short, since it was free from the dirt. "Hang on..." she said, sitting on the ground and putting her heels back on while casting a couple of spells to get rid of the majority of the dirt. "OK!" she said, jumping up. "And dancing first, of course. I am a lady!" she said in a posh voice.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 19, 2009 22:13:20 GMT
Mayu was bubbly, on her own personal cloud of happiness. She grabbed Diane around the waist and twirled her into the center of the room, winking at the D.J. The man blinked, quickly putting on a song with a loud beat, the kind you’d feel down to your soul. The lights dimmed, causing a couple of strobe lights to activate. Mayu smiled, it was just as she had imagined.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 19, 2009 22:17:39 GMT
She laughed, taking Mayu's hands in the dance floor and twirling her around, her bracelet jangling as she moved around. "You have no idea how lonely your room has been," she told her, still laughing. "Are you going to be moving in any time soon or are you just going to stay with Melville? Because I'll probably have to drop the charms if you're staying..." she said with a cheeky grin.
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Post by Mayu Nami Yoshiko on Dec 19, 2009 22:22:30 GMT
Mayu laughed, keeping her rhythm even with that of the music. "If I move back we're going to have to make up a code for when we bring our men home! Besides, Mel's bed isn't that bed. Except..." Mayu blushed a deep red before going on, "Except this one time when Salem walked into the room.. At a rather bad time.." she giggled, then stopped. "I do not mean sex!" she exclaimed, just to clear things up.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 19, 2009 22:26:44 GMT
She covered her eyes and ears quickly, "Jesus, Mayu, he's my brother!" she said, but quickly dropped it, laughing, "I don't give a damn if it was sex, you're both grown ups." she said with a shrug. "Just text me when you want me out of the way and I can crash at Lily's or something. It's not like you're ever going to have to worry about me coming home with a guy." she said with a sigh, twirling around clumsily and dancing.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 19, 2009 23:33:28 GMT
He walked up to Diane and Mayu, quickly breaking them up without a word. Antosha smiled shyly down at De before taking her hand, leading her into a different sort of dance.
Broken, defeated, lost.
He was what Mayu began as, wasn’t that just the saddest thing? “Hey De.” He laughed, twirling her around with an ease. The masks were on, the game had started. No one would be getting through tonight.
Hide, run, lie.
The tears were silent, none seen, none touched. The pain was intense, more then he could bare. But he hid it with a smile, with a laugh, with a kiss. Another twirl, another smile. Antosha smiled at Diane, not seeing her for her. Just another puzzle, just another pawn.
Someone save me.
Why had Brynn left him like this? A broken mangled shell, it would have been better that they never met. Never felt the urge to kiss him every time they were together. Never had the feeling to crawl into his bed at night. A monster surfaced, raged and battled, fighting for the top.
Some help me.
Lost in thought, lost in the game. His mind was swirling, turning and twisting. Alone, so alone. Yet in a room full of people. Nothing he couldn’t take. Nothing he couldn’t fake. Antosha faked a left, faked a right. Smiled, looking down at the girl in his arms.
I can’t do this anymore
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 19, 2009 23:57:07 GMT
She couldn't speak, taking his hand and following his steps, dancing, twirling and twisting at the right times, spinning and falling at his very command. Who said a tango was as good as a waltz? She wondered, following his steps, feeling perfectly in time, and watching him with concerned eyes. She said nothing, afraid to break the fragile moment.
She watched him carefully, watching his eyes looking straight at her, almost certain that he didn't actually see her, just as when she looked at him it wasn't he that she looked at with love. It was the dance. She twisted and turned, taking his leads, following to where ever he would take her, knowing that the dance always ended in a fall.
He was smiling, and she recognised it as her own. The smile donned when everything in life is falling apart, the hasty stitches ready to explode at any point. She smiled back at him as a mirror.
Mathew was behind her, a ball and chain tugging and pulling, begging her to let go, to keep safe, to let him stay away from her. He cried, he shouted, he screamed, and she heard nothing and felt only a cold chill on her back, forcing her to pull in closer for warmth.
"Antosha," she finally spoke, just a word to break everything as they paused. It wasn't a statement, or a question or the beginning of something, it was just a hammer to break the rose tint spectacles.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 20, 2009 0:18:47 GMT
But he refused it, refused to recognize anything but the game. The end was always the same, but this wasn’t going to be the end. He stopped, breathed, and kept going. Refusing reality for this precious game. A game to be played with no one but the best, no one but the forbidden.
The pieces will fall
A broken toy, abandoned for better. Left to the elements, it will rot, it will decay. It will not die. Antosha, he kept up the masks, taking the blows to the soul. Nothing would touch him, nothing would hurt. Nothing but pain.
Why can’t you see the pain? [/b] Julie was screaming, trapped in a deep part of his mind. She begged for Mathew to fight, to get them away before it was too late. Before it all exploded. Fighting the bars, fighting the ice. She stopped, cried, pleaded. Her words falling onto deaf ears. Silent is my cure, Ice is my escape.[/b] It was crashing down, the whole world was splitting. He just smiled, stitching up the wounds as the bled out. Falling in, falling out. White and blue, Ice and Silence. Follow it with a gun. The game was ending, the lights were dimming. Will there be another night?He loved the boy so much, loved him so that it hurt. A love that was not returned. All he wanted was a person to hold, but what would happen if that person fled? Nothing made sense, nothing was whole. A body of heat trapped in his arms, he tightened his grip. A few more seconds till breaking point[/b] [/center] |
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 20, 2009 0:26:20 GMT
She carried on dancing, though every bone in her body was telling her to stop. Mathew's screams were getting louder, her smile getting harder to keep together as she kept moving in time. How was everything so easy, so in time? It was like they had been practicing the routine for years, training their whole lives for this one dance.
She looked up at him, her eyes shining. Her rose tint was broken, and she was seeing him crack, "Come," she said, trying to edge her way as a lead every other pause, trying to subtly move them closer to safety for when it all exploded. If they wouldn't stop dancing, they would at least move so that the fall would hurt less.
She felt his grip tighten, strengthening her relationship with reality as she gritted her teeth beneath her smile, her breathing getting shorter and faster. She held her close, afraid that he would shatter like glass, the image of the shards of his body slitting her wrists and arms running through her mind. "Come," she said again, pulling him a little more forcefully in that step.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 20, 2009 0:45:57 GMT
One step, then the next. Where to go? His mind was blank, moving on autopilot. Brittle as nettles, cold as ice, frozen as stone. Nothing coming in, nothing going out. He stopped, and stared.
Shatter the glass
His knees hit the ground at the same time, the sound crashing through his barriers. The tears were flowing free, ending his ultimate game. A sob came through, the first sound he’d uttered since arriving.
Not enough stitches [/b] He couldn’t say anything, couldn’t move. Couldn’t breath. There wouldn’t be enough to stitch back together this time. It was never enough to hold him together. Another piece broke off, clattering to the ground. The masks were gone, he was exposed. Never enough[/b] Breaking, he was breaking more then he could afford. What would Brynn think? What would he say? Antosha sobbed, feeling disgusted with himself. All Brynn had ever wanted was someone who was stable. Not this broken toy. Scars ripped openThe magic faded, as it all does. But this fades much to soon. The scars, hidden beneath layers of illusion burst free. His wrists burn with the strength of his past, the scars cross and vanish higher up. A thousand tries at death, none to succeed. Nothing more to say[/b] [/center] |
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 20, 2009 1:01:34 GMT
Broken Illusions
"O-oh God..." she said, her arms falling, sticking to him without ever letting even a atom of air come between his arms and her skin. She breathed heavily, shattering herself and falling onto one knee before him, before sliding the other beneath her as well.
Whispering faces
She turned around, seeing others watching over them. They were blurred, faceless demons, leaning into each other and snickering, laughing and pointing. her eyes narrowed through anger and sadness, throwing herself over Antosha as a human shield, mumbling words without even knowing their meaning...
Crashing waves
It was cold. A wind whispered through her hair. Her head was down, resting against Antosha, shielding him. Cold was biting into her bare arms. Slowly, she raised her head, looking around for the demons. There was nothing, no one. Her legs rested against soft grass, the whispering and crashing of water heard close by.
Eyes adjust
Her blurred eyes pierced the darkness finally, watching as the moonlight splashed against the angry water. Just below them she knew that water was crashing towards them, like tiny hands reaching up and begging for attention, threatening to drag them down and never reaching anywhere close enough. Her tracks were still in the ground from just a few minutes ago, when she had walked here and back.
Unhappy revelation
She looked down at the sobbing boy, her eyes feeling uncomfortably dry as she watched him. She stood and walked around, crouching in front of him. "Antosha..." she spoke slowly and quietly, like a primary school teacher. Her eyes wandered to his arms, her breath suddenly shuddering. Soundlessly, she leaned her head forwards, putting a hand on each side of his face and kissing the top of his head.
Tearing away
It took every muscle to pull his lips away from him, and it took a long time to lean back, watching him closely as a black tear ran down her cheek.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 20, 2009 1:18:17 GMT
There wasn’t enough left, not enough to help. He had to try anyway, had to look for that spark of hope. Something to save his dying soul. Anything to keep from exploding.
Screaming
Breathing, sobbing, aching. He tried, fought, screamed. Nothing was helping him to speak, not a word came to mind. He needed help, needed Brynn. Knowing he was far away, knowing he would never come.
Silencing the monster [/b] An inhuman scream pried it way from his lips, ripping out of his lungs. He needed pain, or love. One would come sooner then the other. The knife, he saw the knife. A flash of silver. Just for a flash red, a flash of something real. Cry for help[/b] His voice cracked, showing what was lying just beneath the surface. “Help me.” He gasped, falling back to the floor. Too much energy was lost trying to say those simple words, but he wasn’t done there. “I need Brynn.” The last word was barely audible through his sob. Somebody save me[/b] [/center] |
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 20, 2009 1:26:32 GMT
She put her arms around him, her hot breath making his shirt warm as she pulled him close to her face, burying her face into her. All she could do was hold him, her arms suddenly stronger than even the toughest of metal and yet still as soft as skin as she held him, pulling him close and tried to keep him still through his sobs. "Shhh..." she said slowly, her legs turning green as she slid them across the grass to hold him better. She heard the last word clearer than any other that he'd said, even though it was the least audiable. "Shh..." she told him again, pressing her face into his shirt.
She turned her head to the side, her eyes skimming across the cool water, wondering what it would feel like to be engulfed in it. "Brynn will always be there for you," she said, her voice cracking, her eyes streaming as the black water turned into a blur, "And I won't let you ruin it all by letting him see you like this." she said, squeezing him tightly.
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