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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 9:48:46 GMT
A crack, a tiny crack in his mask. But the cruelness didn't slip, didn't budge an inch. The new Ant was carefully controlling the teeny tiny Antosha to do his biding. "Excuse me, personal space bitch." the tone he displayed was so light and cheery, it was sick. He pushed her back, not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough so she wasn't touching him. He gave another snarl, a shimmer. Julie shrieked and faded, unable to take the growing darkness herself. Worse then Mathew... thhe words faded almost as soon as she spoke them.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 9:57:55 GMT
She felt herself pushed back, not as hard as she would have hoped to but even so. It showed her that Antosha still had a reasonable amount of control, as she doubted that this other Antosha would have cared about hurting her. She also felt the crack, running through her as clearly as if it was made of something solid. Months of being around Antosha's power had taught her to respond quickly to any changes in the energy, since it was the only thing that gave her slightly less of a disadvantage.
She glared at the beast, but found her sorrow overpowering her anger, as she leaned against the bench behind her. She didn't give a damn about her own safety and well-being, and cared only for Antosha. It was beginning to do something, whether that something was good or not would have to be seen. "Antosha, I know you can hear me..." she said, closing her eyes and bracing herself for any words, spells or fists that may come her way. "Please, I know you are strong enough. There are so many people that love you and want you back." she said, biting her lip, refusing to admit that she loved him when the alter-ego was around.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 11:14:38 GMT
Ant shook his head, glaring at her. "Go to hell you stupid little wh-" He started choking, fighting for the words. A smile danced across his face. "Damn, your bringing out the little boy to play. Happy you little bitch? All I wanted was a wee bit of fun." His hands went lip, then he slipped to the floor. Embarrassed and ashamed by his own behavior. Why was this still happening? The spell that was supposed to help him fight everyone's emotions only made this alter self. Tears flowed down his cheek, all he wanted was for everyone to go far far away. That's why he moved to his own room.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 11:22:37 GMT
She felt her whole body shiver violently, feeling every part of his pain shudder through her like waves. "Antosha...?" she said softly, still holding tightly onto the bench behind her, her knuckles quickly turning white from the strength she held on, before finally letting go, crouching in front of him and watching him carefully. "Antosha, are you there? Is it you?" she asked, almost begging him. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say those things...." she said, putting her head down and letting her hair flow over her face.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 11:42:45 GMT
He pulled her closer, just wanting to know he hadn't hurt her physically. His hands shook violently from the force of having to take control, but they stopped as he touched her skin. Knowing almost instantly he hadn't struck her, but emotionally she seemed so unstable. "No, don't you dare apologize. This was my fault, all my fault." his arms wrapped around her, even if she didn't want him close right now. He needed to be, needed to know she was safe.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 11:48:22 GMT
She tried to stay still as he touched her, tried to stay calm like she was set in stone and let him work things through, let him find himself, but when he put his arms around her she couldn't help but melt into him, putting her arms around him tightly and pressing against him and resting her head against his shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you..." she said through choking breath, closing her eyes tightly. She knew it wasn't over, knew that he was still fighting and could at any moment change back and snap her like a twig, but she couldn't think about that. "Please... don't stop fighting it," she said told him softly, running her hands across his back softly, speaking into his chest.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 11:59:59 GMT
Everything about this was wrong, rubbing against the very grain of who he was. But why the hell did it have to feel so right? She fit perfectly against him, almost as if she were built just for his body type. He closed his eyes, resting his chin ontop of her head, breathing deeply. The way she was.. It reminded him of Brynn, but he would never admit to that. It would hurt her. His arms tightened breifly, pulling her into his lap so she might be more comfortable. "I'm not going to stop.." he whispered into her hair, running his fingers through it's lengths.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 12:06:37 GMT
She shook her head, still feeling panicky all over, though as silly as it seemed it was her nightmare that was coming back to her, merging the moments from just before with the memories of the nightmare, remembering Antosha putting the gun to her head.
She closed her eyes as she had in the dream, lolling her head to one side but pressing against him instead of falling away. "I was scared...." she said, smiling grimly and laughing slightly, "I was scared before you even walked in. And then..." she shook her head, gripping onto his top tightly, sinking into the black material, half expecting the darkness to slit her like the black blades of grass in her nightmare.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 12:22:24 GMT
His hands tightened, trying to keep her safe even if he didn't exactly know from what. "And then what hun?" he asked slowly. All he wanted to do now was make all the bad things in her life go away. Even if he was one of them. Antosha shook like a leaf, trying to keep in control for her. He gave a quick smile, in case she looked up to see him. Didn't want he worried, not ever again.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 12:31:43 GMT
She felt herself being shaken, feeling like a rag doll in his arms, barely having the energy or motivation to lift herself back up. But, somehow, she did, looking up at his smile, finding herself having to turn away. It was Antosha's smile, his face, his eyes, but it was covered with the marks that she would always associate with his alter-ego. His hair, his new piercings, even his new clothes felt cold to her, like cracks waiting to burst open. "And then as soon as you walked in I knew it wasn't you..." she said, looking down. "But it was...." she shook her head. It would be so easy to think that it was another person, something possessing him, but deep down she could feel that it was Antosha. She lowered her head again, feeling her body feel limp and lifeless.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 12:41:29 GMT
Antosha looked away, feeling as though she hated him. It broke him inside but he hid it well. He gathered her up in his arms, standing up slowly. "Let's go." he said quickly, motioning to the door with his head. Part of him just wanted to run away with her, but he needed permission first. He didn't want to hurt her by doing anything without permission, and he really didn't want to scare her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 12:45:58 GMT
She found herself slightly shaking on her own two legs now, pulling herself back from him and holding up a hand, saying "Just one second," as she moved back over to near the seat where her hot chocolate was still sitting on the bench. She grabbed it and moved across the kitchen to rinse out the cup and clean it, desperate for something to hold onto that was normal and to clear her head.
The affects of the moments pause were obvious as she turned back around, her smile patching up a little better as she pulled her hair away from her face and behind her ears. "Where do you want to go?" she asked, her voice clearer, sounding almost like she was acting rather than speaking normally.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 17:45:54 GMT
He raised an eyebrow but remained silent, still not wanting to test the waters. Antosha smiled to himself, remaining tall and any sense of fear was gone. The alter ego wasn't exactly back, but it was still there. Almost as bad as the panther, hell it would probably be worse then the stupid kitty. He knew that if Diana tried bringing up the deaths, again, then he might just leave. Maybe break something and then leave. So he really wanted to go anywhere that wouldn't remind him of them.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 10, 2010 18:13:20 GMT
She walked forwards, coming close up to him and slipping her hands around his waist cautiously, ready to let go and step back quickly if he suddenly leashed out. "Cat got your tongue?" she asked, smiling at joke cautiously, afraid that it may be a little too much. She didn't know a lot about his alter-ego, but she knew that it felt very close to the panther creature.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Jan 10, 2010 18:23:01 GMT
Antosha smiled yet again at her cautiousness, it hurt him, but it was a smart movement. "Nope, just thinking about my new peircings, likey?" he asked, tilting his head so she could get a better view of all the ones on his face and ears. Yet again he felt just how at ease he was at her, and yet again he felt just how easy it would be to break her. He forced that thought out of his mind as he waited for her to admire the peircings, on his face at least.
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