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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 5:13:14 GMT
She pushed back against the lonely chair in the kitchen, leaning back as she felt the warmth resonate from her drink. The chair obviously had just been brought through from the cafeteria, and seemed lonely and out of place in the pale kitchen, but it served its purpose well.
Diane blew onto the hot chocolate, watching as the clouds of white smoke rose and disappeared into the air. It was a comfort, which is exactly what she needed right now. Although it was roughly 5pm, she was still suffering from the awful memories of the nightmare she had had the night before.
The nightmare had been haunting, a clash of all of the hardships she had been through lately. It was the kind which refused to leave, every detail remembered to fightening precision. She remembered Antosha was there, holding the gun which Mayu had killed herself with....
She refused to think any more about it, focussing on cooling her beverage enough to drink from it.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 5:37:42 GMT
His new room was swept, cleaned, and cobwebs added. Everything to go with his new look, and his new attitude. Antosha dared a glance in the mirror, figeting with his shorter and spiky hair. It was different from what he was used to, hell, it was all black. Just like his new wardrobe, black on black. He was a twisted smile, glad for it's daunting effect. The snake bites looked perfect against his pale flesh, plus the metal rings gave him something to play with. Metal was a thing found quickly on his face, from the dark metal in his eyebrow, the lighter silver covering his ears, or maybe even the stud in his tongue. But no, it didn't stop there. He'd even went as far as to get the bridge of his nose peirced, and another part of his body. The kind covered by cloth.
A quick application of eyeliner an he was ready to party, or at least to get food. The black lipstick seemed cheesy today, maybe another time. One step after another, one glare followed by another. His footsteps made no sound as he entered the kitchen, pausing, then reaching for an apple. Forgetting he shouldn't eat them. "Diane." his voice controlled, but deeper then normal. However normal he would have been before all of this.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 5:46:23 GMT
Diane pulled herself up quickly from her chair into a seating position. So quickly that some of the hot liquid spilled onto her fingers, but it quickly cooled down. She put the mug quickly on the side, licking where the hot chocolate had dripped over her fingers. "Antosha," she said, her voice sounding a little out of breath. It was a strange feeling to watch him enter the room, a cold feeling following him. It was like seeing the dawn break and instead of a sun, the moon taking its place, filling the sky with yet another night.
She pulled herself up, standing and leaning against the bench worktop, feeling like she should have something to hold onto. "You look.... different." she said. It seemed like the understatement of the century. Had it really been so long since they'd last spoken?
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 5:59:53 GMT
He raised an eyebrow, the one with the peircing. Throwing his face further out of it's familar position. "Do I now?" a cold swept over him. Julie was still there, still trying. Ant took a bite, tongue flicking out to catch the extra juices. Perfection. A question flowed into his mind, something no one who didn't know Mayu wouldn't know. A question completely different from the topic, but he didn't care. Ant onpened his mouth, letting his words lure her in.
"Did you know Mayu was pregnant?"
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 6:07:15 GMT
She frowned, holding onto the desk slightly, but the words washed over her blankly. It would be a shock to most, but she was beyond pain at this point. "Oh." she said simply, her words not sounding cold but merely uninterested. The unborn child wasn't a life - not really. Not in Diane's eyes. Mayu, Melville... they were the lives that were lost, and she knew that it would have been a disaster if they had known, and perhaps Mayu may not have even taken her own life if she knew about the other, but it was neither here nor there.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 6:15:42 GMT
Antosha laughed, displaying his cold humor. "You don't care. So, how you handling this?" his words were meant to hurt, meant to stab her. Pretending Mayu and Melville weren't important to him may have been his biggest flaw yet. They were, important to him that is, but he hated showing it. Everyone seemed to get mad when he did. So like a good little boy he hid it behind makeup and attitude.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 6:21:44 GMT
She shrugged, "I do care..." she said softly, looking away and sitting back on the seat, turning most of her body to the side away from the stranger. Her own words seemed to echo in her mind, reminding her that she had suspected something like this would happen... just not to this extent.
"I do mind, but I know that this would have been a bigger problem if she'd been alive. I know that it probably would have been aborted anyway," she said with a shrug. The death had changed her a lot, but mostly just because the words that others wouldn't dare say came freely to her lips, even when they probably shouldn't. "I have more important things to grieve, to feel sorry about. I'm only upset because maybe if she'd known then she wouldn't have killed herself." she said, her voice a little louder than she would have wanted it to be, feeling a fire burning inside her.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 6:28:05 GMT
"Then worry about other shit, you expecting me to care baby?" Words flowed easily now, meshing with the cry baby inside him. His eyes narrowed, daring her to cross the invisible line and insult his sister just one more time. He had no quarms about hitting a girl, especially if that girl insults his sister. All remains of their friendship gone to him, barely threads of a relationship. He had better things to do. More people to lay. Anto yawned, not giving a shit whether he hurt her or not.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 6:35:34 GMT
She gritted her teeth, glaring at him now, though her entire body was shivering. "No..." she said her eyes narrowing at him as she stood up, walking over to him and crossing the invisible line between each other, staying close in front of him. It seemed close, but she knew only a few days before it would have felt natural and normal. "I don't expect you to care." she added, every sentence feeling like an icy blade, probably piercing herself more than she would ever hurt Antosha. "I expected Antosha to care." she said, her bottom lip trembling as she spoke.
It felt like such a hypocritical thing to say. Here, she barely felt like she was Diane. The words she spoke were genuine and kind, but when she said them aloud they all seemed to sound like insults. Every person was like a copy of herself, she realised, as she remembered how confident and flirtatious she had felt around Brendon, how comfortable and cool she had felt around Brax. And now, around this new Antosha, she was feeling cold and torn.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 6:43:15 GMT
He gave her another twisted smile, leaning closer. Had he been striaght he would have been all over here, but he wasn't striaght. Wasn't even closer. "Well, baby, Antosha has fled the coop. This boy is here to stay." His words were sinister, evil almost. Nothing Antosha would have said to her, ever. But this wasn't a normal him, this was something more animalistic. Or maybe he was just turning into a bigger bastard then he thought and this was his was of justifying it.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 6:53:19 GMT
She looked up at him, a look of disgust written all over her face as she stared at him, barely recognising any of it. If she hadn't know better, she would have thought he was possessed. But she had felt this feeling before, lurking in the distance when she had held him, coming close to breaking out as she had tried to console him after finding the bodies.
She stared at him for a while, working out what to say. She wanted to get down on her knees and beg, plead for her Antosha to return, close her eyes and crawl into a ball until he returned, but she knew she had to treat this as just another body on the pile. Only difference was Antosha wouldn't have a funeral. "Can you even still hear me in there?" she asked, shaking her head.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 7:26:59 GMT
A concerned look passed across his face, quickly squished by the more aggresive personality. His eyes glazed over, retreating inside for yet another battle. Maybe it was too soon to test this new attitude. "Yes." the words escaped, barely a whispered, but sounding just as the old Antosha. He shook his head, fighting back. Finally, he returned to the surface, a bastard once more. "No, he's gone baby. Didn't you get it? Cry baby went off with his sister." he snarled the words at her, trying to break her. Trying to push her away.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 7:47:36 GMT
Diane took another step forwards, despite already being close to Antosha, so that there was barely a strand between them, looking up at him defiantly. She understood Julie's warning, and hoped it wasn't too late, but she wasn't going to give up on Antosha now. "Go to hell." she said under her breath, facing this.... thing that he'd become. "Because you know what I think? I think you're afraid. That you're a coward, covering up your pain by creating pain for others," she said, her words cold and filled with hurt, but as per usual Diane would not cover the truth with sweetness. But, there was more reason to her words than what met the eye. She gritted her teeth, never taking her eyes off of him, trying to find what made them tick.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 9:09:36 GMT
"Sorry darling, I already went to hell. But I'm back now." he gave another cruel smile. To him it was like their old game, just insults instead of flirting. The teeny part left of Ant wanted to scream, to cry, to apologize. The new one just shut him up with thoughts of Brynn. Julie surfaced behind him, seen only to Diane, if she would look. Get away from him. Get far far away. He's not safe anymore. Only trust him around Brynn, that's the only time it's really going to be him. Get away! her words were distrant and weak but still strong enough to be heard by Diane. Julie's old look was on her face, the one of absolute horror, tears streaming down her face.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 9:20:53 GMT
She glared, knowing that his words were harsh, but she wanted more than that now. She could feel the real Antosha trying to escape, realising only now that the coldness was a shell and that she had to break it free. She ignored Julie's words. She wasn't about to leave him like this, run to Brynn. She knew he would never hurt Brynn, but if the beastly version of him concentrated enough on herself then Brynn would take the pain, just like he had seen him turn into the panther at the harbour.
"You don't know the meaning of hell," she said, glaring at him, bracing herself. "You don't know the meaning of pain because you've never felt it before. You're as bad as me, desperate for the next distraction; a love affair, a cut, maybe even a decent attempt because you can't take it." she said, waiting for him to snap, as she draped her arms around his neck. She wanted to apologise for her harsh words, but she never intended them to be said to Antosha, but to break down this other person, force him into doing something that Antosha would never allow.
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