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 Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 1:14 pm
Ai watched in interest as her blood dripped slowly into the center of a small circle. Closing her eyes, she could feel raging flames race about her body, she allowed the flames to ensnare her body, closing out the pain, the thoughts, the sounds, she dove deep into the abyss...
Suddenly, she opened her eyes. Gasping for her breathe, the room felt cold and the pain ebbed away. She stood up and left the small house she now owned, "this town is so quiet, yet there is always so much going on," she mused, clutching her scarred fist, "Just like my memories will never fade, this town will never fade, too many lives are connected..."
(Please don't post unless you've PM me, details about this storyline are in the Crosshaven RP-Recruiting topic)
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:11 pm
Ai wandered down a slightly crowded street. She watched as shapeless faces passed her, everyone was busy with their own life. Ai crossed the street and headed to a small patch of undeveloped land, a place where she could watch and think without stares.
Closing her eyes, she thought back to her parents...flames flared up as rocks came pelting towards her, shouts and pounding footsteps, fleeing the noise and pain, faster and louder...it stopped..."life will run its course, twisting itself around untill there is nowhere to run, no one to turn to, nothing but what is set out for you..." she muttered, her green eyes gazing blankly at the sky, "whatever happens, happens."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 9:23 am
Jourdaine is sitting at an intersection, leaned against the flat, pollution-stained bricks of a factory warehouse.
One road leads down to the projects, the dark corners, and the cold places where people use whatever they can find to shelter themselves. He could follow that road downtown, past the graveyards of urban decay, and under the bridges where the people from North Side cross over on their way to white collar jobs. That road leads all the way to the courthouse, through the lockup, and ends at the cemetary.
He sticks his hands in his pockets which warms them for a moment.
A man comes up to him, a junkie with a hoodie pulled low over his head, and starts to fan out leaves of swetty cash. Jourdaine knows what he wants. Jourdaine knows how badly he wants it; and Jourdaine can never say he doesn't have any, because it comes from his flesh and blood.
Jourdaine looks at the wad of money, and thinks about food and a place to stay for the night. Then he leans his head into the street a bit and looks back down that road. Selling the drugs his body makes is like prostituting himself. He asks himself if he deceived himself into waiting here, knowing what would happen, acknowledging that he had tried to trick himself into burning all the progress he's made into retrograde. "No," he says. "I'm out, for good."
The man doesn't take the answer well. Three more come up, and wave money in one hand, and fists in the other. If selling his body's drug secretions is like prostitution, is having them forcibly taken akin to... rape?
He plants his feet, sticks to his convictions, and takes the beating like a man. They make him bleed, sweat, and cry, and attack him with syringes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 8:03 am
Ai was slowly traveling down a street. The area was one she hadn't visited yet, and leaving it unknown wasn't something she planned to do. Her stroll ended when she saw a man sprawled across the ground...Ai stopped and stared, neither moving forward or retreating...
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 12:36 pm
He has not picked himself up yet. For now he is concentrating on each limb one at a time, making small, imperceptible movements, testing each to see if it is broken.
He takes her for another attacker, and stills completely; if she thinks he is dead, the harvest will be easier on him.
To all appearances, it's just a corpse, a recent victim of street violence.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 8:38 am
Ai stares intently, unsure whether to advance or to leave the still body...she begins to cautiously walk forward. She tries to notice breathing, but can't even see a faint rise in his chest. s
Stepping forward she bends down. "Who are you?" she questions, realizing his shadow's faint pulse. "I know you're alive...why are you so ragged?" she demands lightly, now watching the stars, "it'd be interesting to know why."
Lazily, her eyes focus back on his form...
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 3:06 pm
A pale girl walks up from a road leading out of town.
She stops before the two, and gazes at them a moment through expensive sunglasses. Then without a word she steps over the fallen Jourdaine and starts towards the road further into town.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 12:57 pm
"Interesting. Am I interesting to you? Is someone getting the ******** beaten out of them interesting to you? Either you have a sick sense of humor, or you came over for one of two things: to take something from me, or to help me. So, which is it?"
He tries again to move his fingers and toes, and twists his head up to look at her through the broken lenses of sunglasses. He has a deep, steady voice. Hard, like a veteran of the streets. But there's a softness underneath the cutting edge, like criminal whispers under an overpass. She can tell that he's unable to protect himself, for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 11:58 am
"None really, I was wandering around the streets, trying to realize how others live," Ai grinned, pondering his question, "but I'm just curious, a man lying in the street, not dead, when these parts are known for being dangerous...since when would thugs let someone they beat to hell live...unless you've got something they're interested in."
Ai watches the man carfully until she senses some other shadows around, "since you can't stand, do you want some help?" she questions as she leans over him, her hands resting upon her knees, a tattered book slightly emerging from her bag.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 1:31 pm
Ahh, but they kill me and the party's over.
He doesn't sense danger from her, but he knows that looks can be deceiving. Still, he is not one to refuse help, if he has no choice.
And, what are his choices?
"For that, I would be thankful." He reaches his arm up to her. It is covered with needle marks. Jesus, it's like someone stuck him with fifty syringes and bled him pale.
"Don't call the cops, ok? And no hospitals, either. Do you know somewhere, off the streets, where I can rest for a little while, recover?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 11:55 am
"I got a nice spot that's never crowded, I discovered it a while back," she replies, gently helping the man up, "take it easy and I'll get you up there, its high ground so unless someone is above you, you're pretty much invisible to everyone else."
Ai continues to babble, somehow focusing on what is around her, keeping her eyes open for that girl from earlier, and listening for the shadows that kept following them...she pauses to banish them with a wave, she doesn't want them at the moment, whatever they have to tell can wait.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:16 am
He lets her help him up, and though he is weak, he tries not to lean on her. She gets the feeling that this is an independant sort--a lone wolf--and its likely that he wouldn't have accepted her help if he hadn't been desperate.
"Invisible is good." He is shaking, and lkely still in shock. He's been seriously traumatized from the incident.
"....Thank you, by the way... I'll pay back the favor, when a chance presents itself."
He walks with her, slowly, holding onto things, sometimes to her, to keep upright.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:17 pm
Ai watches the man through the corner of her eye, without replying she continues to head up to her little spot. Smiling slightly, she walks, letting silence loom between them, each to their own thoughts.
Ai began to feel the ground incline, the grass is becoming wild with small, fragile, and lost blossoms speckling the place.
"Here you are," she smiled, her eyes scanning the field, "stay here and rest, I'm gonna head home, okay."
She begins to head back down, facing the heart of Crosshaven, looking over her shoulders at the man..."Take care!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 2:02 pm
He comes to rest at the spot, and lets his eyes flutter closed, calling back to her, "Thank you, if you ever get into a tight spot... just give ma a call.
I'm Jourdaine, by the way."
He keeps ahold of her hand for a moment longer, and opens his eyes to make eye-contact. It is a show of a degree of trust. But she, so quickly, walks away.
He looks around the perimeter of the field. Surely, they won't look for him here. He settles his cheek against the soft grass, and drifts to pained sleep.
Sleep is the only surgeon that he has.
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