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 Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:14 am
 L o v e. M e. // H a t e. M e. T h a t. i s. m y. s i n.W i t h. . .☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.¤ єyєѕ ℓιkє τнεѕε ¤·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸. ☆ {I. c a n n o t. w i n.} σρєηღ »-(¯`v´¯)-»-«-(¯`v´¯)-«⋆ ⋆ ⋆ℓιτєяατє яσℓє ρℓαу⋆ ⋆ ⋆  
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:22 am
 ☆☆ R_u_l_e_s ☆☆ __☆Life is about surprises and not everyone likes them.
__If you have to kill something, take your wrath out on a NPC (non-played character)
__or if you want to kill off another character talk to their puppet master.
__☆Third Person please.
__☆Description is loved, minimum of three beefy paragraphs each post.
__☆Characters should be reserved before creating a profile.
__I have the right to choose between two different role players.
__☆I would like to try and involve as many role players as possible.
__You are allowed to have two characters at the maximum.
__☆Once all slots are filled, the role play will no longer accept new characters.
__This may change through the course of the role play.
__☆When you submit your RPC profile, send it to either Rixaka in a private message with the title:
__"Seven Deadliest".
__Make the profile look pretty.
__Must include the following:
__Name
__Puppeteer
__Age, Sex
__Vice / Virtue
__Appearance (photograph only or detailed description)
__Abilities (applied to sins only)
__Each sin can have one major power (fire/succumbs effect)
__and two minor abilities (having harder skin)
__Personality
__Goals / Fears
__*Other Information (I do not require a biography of your character but you are allowed it include it.
__☆No God modding.
__☆The rules may change over time,
__☆Rixaka has the right to change any of them at her leisure.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:25 am
 ∂σ уσυ Ьεℓιενε ιη ƒαтε? мємσяιєѕ σƒ σuя ѕcαяѕ...the setting
-It's the upbeat, toe tapping city of New York where anything can truly happen. Having shared the memories of many, this city is brought to life when the sweet velvet darkness cloaks the city in it's sinful pride. Students by day, druggies by night the vibrant city has it's scars, it's 'flip-of-the-coin' personality which ignites into a fiery mess of deep rooted temptations around every street corner. It's not exactly the safest place to be at night but by day it's back to the steady, fast paced world of business and splurging of big bucks.- мємσяιєѕ σƒ тнє ƒσяѕαкєη...the sinful
-I guess it's not everyday when you come across someone like me... I was born a forsaken child. I may not be the absolute Devil Child, but that doesn't mean that I'm forgiven. As the Catholic Church believes, all children are born with the original sin and through Baptism we are freed and are brought into new life. Lies. Cursed I may be, I envy those who are not like myself. I am born with the irrational need for ______. This isn't normal, for any child. It usually starts to happen on the sixth birthday and for some reason these urges start to develop. I fear the coming of my sweet sixteen might make these wants-no, these needs more irresistible, impossible to not be tempted. I am the cursed child, these eyes that are mine are of the Deadly Sins and knowing this I fear the worst. We fight for our survival at this point, trying to protect ourselves from those like the 'Angels' that want to destroy us, however most of us won't go down without a fight, our fight to live.-  мємσяιєѕ, яємιηιѕcιηg тнє ℓιgнт...the blessed
-I am born a normal child, healthy, free and myself. As far as I know, I have no urges that must be fulfilled. Life is different for all of us, as every human has seen kindness or hatred, love or neglect. There is always a future and even if I don't believe in fate, I certainly know that life is going to throw me some curve balls. We are born with what we believe to be the 'divine calling'. We call ourselves angels, hand picked by God to rid the world of evil. We as 'Angels' cannot stand those who cause hatred in this world, or pain or suffering. We as 'Angels' believe that we can wipe out sin altogether even if we must take this into our own hands, we will kill for everyone's right to live without evil in this world. We will fight to destroy any trace of sin in this world.-
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:26 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 2:32 pm
 ωє αяє тнє vιятuous________ღ Main article: Chastity male/ female
::[Taken]::by Kolloposa
Main article: Charity male/ female
::[Open]::
Main article: Diligence male/ female
::[Open]::
Main article: Patience male/ female
::[Taken]::by Getto-Kunoichi
Main article: Kindness male/ female
::[Taken]::by Rixaka the fallen
Main article: Humility male/ female
::[Open]::
Main article: Temperance male/ female
::[Open]::
 тнє нαη∂ ωє'νє ßєєη ∂єαℓт
ωє αяє σηℓy hυмαη
-We are the born normal from that of our mother's wombs. Normal are we with no obsessive needs or wants. Some of us despise the world for what it is; war, hate, crimes and so forth. We wish to end the pain and suffering of the world by any means necessary. We call ourselves angels, those sent with the divine need to end the world's pain which means we will try to destroy anything that creates it. Others unlike us, live life while we work to protect the world from sin.-
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 3:02 pm
The Hunters and the Hunted This is the list of who is hunting who.
Will be updated if there are any changes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 3:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 12:15 pm
"I am not one to judge too heavily on looks, I would rather take the time to know you first."тнє vιятuє кιη∂єηєѕѕ________ღ Ashley Maddisonღxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was extremely cloudy, the sky was darkened by the heavy, gray, bulky clouds which hung over head. The sight threatened rain and the dead wind whistled and howled through the streets as if calling for thunder and lightening. Ashley was parting her hair to the side, having finished with her shower and blow dryer. She was fiddling around with straightener when the first crack of thunder rippled through the sky disturbing the usual busy day of New York's noise. Ashley paused for a moment to look out of her bedroom window. "It's going to rain..." she thought mildly, with but a neutral tone. Her mind returned to her current chore, straightening out her hair, after having been lost in thought of the coming storm.
There was an unusual silence in the three bedroom, two floor house. Usually her brat of a brother would be bugging her right now, and was, apparently, one of the only people she told to knock off or throw pillows at. Sibling rivalry was something all too common in the house. Fighting over one thing or another, barely finding middle ground, bickering about the smallest of things. It probably would never end, even as the two of the grew into older adults.
Ashley was straightening out the last it of her hair when there came an unusual noise from the downstairs being that her bedroom was on the second floor of course. 'Mom must've dropped something...' she thought to herself as she stood in front of her mirror, fiddling with a few loose strands. Once content, Ashely unlocked her bedroom door and headed for the main floor. Ashley was wearing a light, white tank top with silver stars printed into a pattern, dark jeans and white socks. She tip-toed down the stairs, figuring her brother to still be asleep in his dark hole of a room. He would most likely sleep in until late in the afternoon, if he had his way. Ashley didn't mind as it was peace and quiet between the two of them.
The light, wooden stair case wound down to the main floor and spilled out onto the floor facing the north entrance of the house. She continued to tip-toe down the wooden hallway, towards the kitchen figuring that her mom would be there most likely making herself lunch for work. "Hey mom," Ashley called as soon as she entered through the open frame to the kitchen. "Good morning darling," Ashley's mother replied cheerfully. "Making eggs?" Ashley replied, taking a seat at the small, four person table. "Yup. For breakfast." She said, turning to face the stove again. "Is your brother up yet?"
"Not yet, still asleep, like usual." Ashley replied as she picked out a ripe banana. Examining it for bruises, Ashely smiled sweetly. "It's a Saturday so it shouldn't be a problem if he doesn't get up now." She was now peeling the banana, breaking off small bits to chew on.
"I know, it just seems like he should be up though, with school work and all." Her mother sighed as she turned off the heat. Ashley's mother had begun to prepare the egg sandwich when the sound of someone humping around the up stairs echoed into the kitchen. "Looks like he's up now," Ashley replied with a bit of blandness to her voice.
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The rest of the day was pretty routine. School, home, work, home, dinner, bedroom. Nothing but a bland, boring, uneventful day. Ashley had returned to her room only to flop down onto the bed and lay there staring up at the circulating fan rotate quickly above her head. She let her eyes close, sighing lightly. She had hopped for a bit for a change, anything that would have made her day that less routine and a little more excitable. She felt that, if life were to continue like this, she would slowly drag her feet into her own little hole in the ground. She pursed her lips at the horrid thought, flipping over onto her side, pulling her close teddy bear into a headlock hug or sorts. Ashley rubbed the soft fur, eyes opened onto to small slits as she tried to imagine a different place.
Fifteen minutes of silence passed. She had thought of nothing and now bored of laying in one, stationary place, she rolled to a cross-legged position on her bed, sitting up to stair at her book bag which was hanging on her desk chair. "Better get to work..." she mumbled, inching off the bed. It assignments weren't due in about a week, but having them done was well, getting work out of the way. She might have decided to pop on MSN after to see if anyone was online.
She had only managed to crack open her theory book and write a paragraph or two before receiving a phone call from her friend Trisha. "Hey girl, you busy tonight?" she asked in a casual sort of way. Ashley held the phone to her ear and then pressed it between her head and shoulder. "Nope, just working on the theory assignment, you?"
"Going to head out to the club Sparks. You know, the all ages club in downtown? Thought you'd like to come since a bunch of us are going." Trisha replied, twisting the cord around her finger.
"Sounds like fun-" Ashley glanced at her work and shrugged, she had time to do it later. "I'll meet up with you at the bus stop then?" "Sounds like a plan, see you soon!" Trisha replied before hanging up the phone.
"Well, now I have plans," Ashley thought happily. A little change in the day or night, as good once in a while. Putting her work aside, Ashley changed into her 'clubbing' clothing and headed downstairs. Her mother would be out tonight, playing Bridge with her friends, so she would just leave a note on the kitchen counter for her.
Grabbing her purse and hat from the coat wrack, Ashley set out for the bus stop where she would meet Trisha.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 7:49 am
Thou §EETH how §loth
wαstes the §luggish body,
αs wαter i§ corrupted
unless it МøνeS. The Vicє Şlοτћ✖Jσsé Fløσd✖ Life starts to change when you want it to…
At least that was what the pamphlet José was reading said. It advertised the ideal happy scenario for any sort of physical therapy patient. Being able to walk… play sports… learning how to drive… anything any normal person could do! What a bunch of bull crap, he thought crumpling up the paper into a ball and chucking it into the trash bin from his bed. His mother had been slipping this and other similar incentives into his room ever since he had been checked out of the hospital. Wasn’t bad enough that he had to go through that whole experience for what felt like a lifetime? Why try pushing even more unpleasant things on him? He had not even been in there for something cool. Yet, his legs were both covered in all sorts of gashes Some were the cause of all the surgeries he had to get to repair his shattered legs, the rest were the result of the car accident that shattered his legs to begin with.
The accident itself had happened rather uneventfully. His father had been driving the car when one of the tires suddenly burst. The car swerved and ended up t-boning a SUV. Everybody was fine besides José who had been in the passenger’s seat. His lower body had gotten crushed underneath all the metal. Luckily, he had passed out and had barely felt a thing, at least until he woke up. The first thing he feels is pain. Weeks in the hospital. All sorts of medications. Talk of new innovative treatments. Plenty of family visits. Mom’s tears. Dad’s constant apologizing. Surgery. More drugs. Talk of medical addictions. Detox. Pain. Too much pain. Moaning. Screaming. Begging for drugs. Anything to make the hurt go away. Different drugs. More family visits. More tears. Doctors beginning to give up. They complain that he is not trying. Say that he does not want to get better. The first chance they get they ship him back home.
Life at home was not much better. Mom and dad had gotten a divorce while he was away. They say that it is just too hard to deal with him and each other. They claim that it is better for everybody this way. Lies. Life sucked when everybody was together, but the solution was not to separate. It’s the lazy person’s way out. If there was one thing he understood it was lazy.
He did not really enjoy being lazy for the most part. That was just the way things were now. The drugs made him loopy and unfocused on life. He could not live without them though. Life without the drugs meant pain, and if there was one thing he could not stand it was pain. He would rather be constantly doped up than the alternative. Life was not that bad after all. It had been tough not being able to walk for almost a whole year, but on the plus side he was able to learned how to do all sorts of cool tricks with a wheelchair. He had also gotten plenty of pity dates from the local neighborhood hotties. The dates were nice, but they got old after a while. Now he spent most of his days in doors playing computer games or other various forms of entertainment. This simple lifestyle might have been just fine for him, but it took its toll on his mom and sister. His poor mother tried to everything to motivate his perezoso a**, but there were certain things impossible for even her.
If José wanted to waste was in his room why should others bother in trying to change that. It was his choice. Life would be so much easier if others would just let him be. Of course, not all agreed with his philosophy. His bedroom door slammed open as his younger sister, Graciella, came banging in. The little girl was only ten and was already the perfect mixture of an angel and a she-devil. She could be sweet when she wanted, but get on her bad side and you were in store for an earful of nothing pleasant. It was always hard to tell what sort of mood she would be in, but right now he was fairly certain that this was not one of her better moods.
“Mama wants para you go to el super mercado .”
“Tell mom I no quiero. Besides I’m ocupado.”
“She doen’t care. GO!”
She said throwing a shopping list at his head and stamping her foot in emphasis. The act might have been done to show how serious she was, but it only made her look childish. For such a pain in the butt she was cute, even when she did not want to be. When she was older he would probably have to keep an eye out for the line of guys she would have following her home. It was the least ‘big bro’ could do for her.
“Fine. Now déjame en paz!”
With a bit of a satisfied grin Graciella skipped out of the room, her braids swinging out after her. She would mark this as a victory for her and José was not one to correct her. Let the runt think whatever she wanted. It was not going to change the way things were. Either way mom got him out of the house for at least for a little bit. He was a bit reluctant to go, but if he did not go Graciella would just burst back in until he left. It was a Saturday for Pete’s sake! Saturdays were his lazy days… well his lazier day.
He unwillingly pushed himself up off of his bed and to his feet. At first they wobbled a bit. The muscles were still not used to moving again making even walking a bit of a challenge at times. When he was certain that he would not fall or crash into anything he went to change into something decent. His wardrobe was simple enough- nothing too fancy. He hated brand names. Most of his outfits had some sort of denim with a semi clean shirt. Once he was properly dressed in a pair of jeans and simple light tee he grabbed his backpack and made his way out of his room.
He lived with his mom and sister in a nicely sized apartment. Each of them got a bedroom to call their own so that was a plus. The kitchen was small, but it did its job. He knew his mother mourned the loss of her cocina the most out of everything from their old house. There were plenty of times when she was ready to move back in with their dad, but pride prevented her from returning just yet. Perhaps they’d move back in one day, but he was not holding his breath.
At the door he slid on a pair of beat up shoes and reached out for his skateboard. He pulled himself back before he actually touched the board. He had not ridden since the accident. Before he got injured he had been more than a decent rider. He even had several trophies stored in the back of his closet. In a way he slightly blamed his love of skateboarding as to why he was ever in the accident. His father had been driving José to a tournament when they crashed. If he had not insisted on going he would have never gotten hurt. It was his stupid hobby that got him hurt so he was more than hesitant to restarting.
He jumped when a gentle hand touched him on his back. He turned to see his mom smiling lightly. The woman was always smiling nowadays. She wanted to show him how supportive she was to his improving condition. Of course she had no idea that he could here her crying alone in her room at night. Right now her dark eyes were as kind as possible, but he could still see the puffiness from her most recent breakdown.
“Take it.” She encouraged.
“Not yet.” He said with a bit of reluctance. It was still to early.
He quickly left before his mom could tell him to take it again. He was not one that enjoyed rebelling, but he hated being forced to do something he did not want to do. Better to leave before an argument started up.
With a bit of surprise he walked out into the cool New York night. The days really seemed to fly by when you spent all day cooped up in the apartment. His lungs appreciated the fresh air, but that was the only part of him happy to be outside. His legs were already getting tight and he had not even made it to the store yet. His mom probably did not even need anything from the store… But seeing him out and about made her happy. He was still far too busy doing nothing to care about anything.
When he finally got to the store he was quick to pick up the items on the list. A couple tomatoes. Milk. Onions. And a bottle of soy sauce. At the check out counter the man could not help but give him a funny look. The man was the type to stereotype every single person that walked through his doors. He probably thought that he was some sort of thief or other form of trouble maker. José hated this type of person. They were always looking for trouble. The two stared each other down in a mental battle while the clerk rung up the items.
“18.79” the man grunted.
José continued to stare displeased with this man’s attitude. An attitude like his bred nothing but trouble. It was annoying. And he was already in a sour mood. His already sore legs were not making things any better.
“Look. You got the money or-“
“Shh.” José said pointing up his finger to his lips. He had had it.
He gave a gentle ‘push’ of his secret ‘gift’. He was not really sure when he had gotten this ‘gift', but boy did he like it! It seemed to really blossom after the accident. It was sort of like hypnosis. All he had to do was concentrate and give a little push and instantly people seemed to drift off to Lala Land. The cool part was that he could actually control their dreams! Right now he let the clerk drift off to a nice little dream about sitting alone in the park. While the man continued to enjoy ‘feeding the pigeons’ he grabbed the groceries and stuck them in his backpack. The store was ancient enough to not have videocameras and even if the clerk was able to remember José he would not be able to identify anything besides the color of his skin. And in a city where the Hispanic population was growing every day the chances of getting caught were slim to none. He took his prize and started back out onto the cool streets.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 2:23 pm
●X●X●XXXXXX ζ u c i e l a Ͽ a r o l ᾚ a r p e rXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX⊰P R I D E⊱Flash.
"Gorgeous, Luciela. Absolutely gorgeous."
Flash.
Yes, yes. I know I'm gorgeous. Less talking and more picture taking. She thought with annoyance at her photographer as he continued to spout off facts that she already knew to be true. Despite how much he liked to talk, he was a good photographer, although she would never let him know that. She criticized his work a lot but she was a hundred percent sure that he knew she just criticized for the sake of it. He knew that she liked his work and he was honored. Luciela's. . .picky reputation circulated around all the photographers in the area and she never stayed with the same one for very long. This one (what was his name again?) was the longest she had used.
"Alright, one more. . ."
Flash.
"And we're done." The man said with a big grin on his face as he looked up at Luciela.
"Great work today."
"I know." She stated bluntly, getting up from her sitting position. The man didn't even blink. He was used to her "attitude" by now. That's what everyone called it. She didn't have an "attitude problem", in fact, she didn't have any problems at all. As the most important person around, she only acted accordingly. It was the commoner's ignorance and jealousy that lead them to call her natural state an "attitude problem." That was one of the many reasons why Luciela was superior to them, the commoners had no brains.
"They'll be ready around the usual time." He told her as she passed him on her way to the dressing room. Luciela said nothing as she closed the door behind her.
The dressing room could have been larger, but it would have to do. She wouldn't usually lower her standards, but in this man's case, his work evened it out.
Finding her clothes, Luciela proceeded to change out of her photo shoot wear. It had been a victorian style today, a fact that had pleased her. Luciela always liked the Victorian era. The women of that time were always dressed so nicely. The fashion wasn't too bad either. But when she talked about fashion from that particular era, she meant mainly the colors and patterns. The big poofy dresses she could do without. But the colors. . .now that was a palette. She loved those colors so much, she even endeavored to incorporate them into her every day clothing. So, yes, she walked around in the Victorian-esque fashion and she saw nothing wrong with that. The commoners may stare all they like, but Luciela knew that they only wished to be in her place.
She took off the clothes carefully and placed them to one side before donning her normal clothes. Her normal clothes consisted of a skirt, a tight top with flared long sleeves, a pair of black pumps, and quite a bit of jewelry. Her clothes were all of a dark hue. Luciela didn't do bright colors. Of the jewelry, she had more bracelets. For some reason the jangle of bracelets was pleasing to her, she didn't know why, but for as long as she could remember, she enjoyed that sound. She gave herself a once over in the mirror, and nodded to herself in approval. Her hair was still curled and lay over one shoulder. She liked how it looked and had decided to leave it the way it was. She could always fix it later, but the make up crew had done well today, something she could not say everyday. One last look and she exited the dressing room, her head held high in an imperious manner.
The photographer waved good bye to her, but she ignored him as she left his studio. She wasn't a real model or even an amateur. She just liked to get her photos taken professionally. You could call it a hobby of hers. In her spare time, mostly on the weekends, but sometimes on the weekdays, she would go to a studio and the photographers would fawn all over her, the way she deserved. Of course getting her picture taken professionally was expensive, but Luciela didn't have to worry about such things. Her father was the corporate head of a big industry, so they had plenty of money to spare.
As Luciela walked down the streets, she met eye contact with no one. It wasn't because she was shy or socially awkward, but because the commoners didn't deserve her direct eye contact. So she looked past them, usually over their heads as she stood over most people, mainly other women. Men were mostly taller than her, but women were a different story. She would use her height to her full advantage, looking down her nose at them and yet not really looking at them. It was moments like those that she could have used her powers to make the women feel the truth, but Luciela refused to give in to that urge. She would not use her powers on lowly commoners if she could avoid it. They weren't worth it. Her power of word manipulation was meant for greater things, greater people.
Word manipulation, she had not discovered this power until three years ago, on her sixteenth birthday. It had been a wondrous discovery. Her father had refused to buy her something that she felt she had deserved. They had argued and argued but he would not budge. Right when she was about to give in (something she never did), something hit her. It was hard to describe. It was like. . .a feeling? A feeling of. . .empowerment. Then it was like someone had taken over her body and she was watching from above. Her mouth moved and words came out but it wasn't Luciela that was speaking. It felt like someone else even though she knew it to be her. Her voice had sounded different to her ears. There was an extra something in the undertones, something that started to cloud the mind of her father. Slowly, ever so slowly, he came around to her side and what she had wanted became hers. But at that moment, she didn't want that thing anymore, for she had gotten something of even greater value: her ability. It was then she decided that she wouldn't use it for such trivial matters. She only used it when she felt it necessary or when she felt someone was worthy enough. She'd only used it seven times since then.
Luciela was headed towards the nearest grocery store. Her father had asked to her to buy a few things and even though she hadn't voiced her agreement or disagreement, her father knew she would comply, she just wouldn't say it out loud. Under normal circumstances, she would not stoop so low as to run errands, but because the man was her father after all, she decided to make an allowance.
She was almost there, she could see the building in her sights when she felt someone bump into her. She glanced quickly enough to see dark skin and a male-shaped body, but that was all.
"Watch where I'm going." She stated in his general direction before continuing on as if nothing had happened. The commoners, really. They had no brains.Ϊʈ'ȿ ɴoʈ ɑbouʈ ӳou. Ίt's aboϋʈ ϻe.XXXXXX●X●X●
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 10:15 pm
 ⊁ Living In Sin ⊀ ► ▼ ◄ ▼ ► ▼ ◄ ⊁ Envy ⊀ It seemed like today was just one of those days.
A lazy Saturday filled with nothing to do but lay around and perhaps get some fresh air. That would be all well and nice, except for the fact that the sky seemed to be holding back a storm, waiting for the chance that an unsuspecting victim stepped outside. Staring through the dark curtains in front of her window, Seraphine stuck her tongue out at the dark clouds, flinching backwards as a crack of thunder exploded into the air. Perhaps it isn't wise to tease Mother Nature? She couldn't help but nod at her mental inquiry, knowing firsthand the fury that comes at the hand of a woman scorned with her monthly abuse. Perhaps it was finally time for Mother Nature.
The rest of her morning was just as fun. Aside from getting snapped at by the sky, she had also left her room to discover that she had been abandoned by her family. No, not in a literal sense. Simply in the sense that they had all left the house without telling her...wait...no, they did tell her. Through a nice note on the front door.
Your mother and I are out...keep your sister company. Love, Dad. She sighed in irritation, lifting the note to find another plastered beneath it, this one from her sister, Celeste. It said pretty much the same thing, maybe something about a boy, not telling her parents, and that she ordered a pizza to make it up to her. Great...
Crumbling the notes in her hand, she made her way to the kitchen, smelling her way towards the box that held her prize. It didn't take long to find, the box sitting on the island next to a two-liter bottle of soda. She lifted the lid, nose assaulted by the smells she adored so much. Pepperoni, bacon, green peppers, oh...and a hint of jalapeno's. Celeste really did know her well, but then again, that's what happens when you have a twin. You both seem to be in each others heads at all times, finishing each others' sentences (which could get annoying), feeling one another's pain, and even having a sort of mental tracking device that allows you to find one another. It was times like these that Seraphina thanked her great grandmother for having twins and passing the pattern down to her own mother. Usually she cursed having a twin sister, or simply having a sibling in general, especially one who always rubbed the fact that she was five minutes older in her face. Five minutes, smive minutes, Celeste was pretty much the most immature of the two.
Seraphine shook her head fiercely, knowing where her thoughts would take her. It was always these kinds of things that drove them wild, making her ability go out of control. She always tried to prevent her envious thoughts, especially of her more outgoing sister, knowing what would happen if she ever slipped up. It had happened more than once in the past, though she usually stopped it by making it backfire. She shivered, still being able to feel the icy cold water envelope her skin.
Blip The sound echoed around her room, drawing her back from her thoughts and into the present. She moved her mouse to look at the computer's clock, surprised to see that it was so late in the afternoon. It was already so late, and she had yet to do anything! Sighing, she shifted her mouse to the flashing taskbar, clicking on the link that opened up her instant messenger. It seemed that in her stupor, her friend, Blaire had messaged her...repeatedly.
How's it going, Phina? Haven't heard from you all day! What'd you do, die?
Phina?
C'mon, I know you aren't really dead...
Say something...please...?
OH MY GAWD, PHINA! I'M SO SORRY I CURSED YOU! I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL YOU, BUT IF IT'S OK...can I have your laptop?
She couldn't help the grin that tickled the corner of her lips, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she typed up a quick response.
Not dead, yet. Sorry.
Taking a bite out of a slice of pizza, she returned her eyes to the window, staring out at the street below her home. The sky seemed to have brightened up a bit and there were many passersby that were taking advantage of the lack of tension between themselves and the sky.
Blip.
Good, well, since you're at home and alone, how about coming to meet me at Club Sparks? I need to get out the house, and you need to meet s'more people.
Seraphine glance around her room, looking at the stack of homework she knew had to be completed, then at the pizza and soda that lay nearly forgotten on her bed. She regretted leaving the wonderful bounty that her sister had so 'lovingly' purchased for her, but she didn't want to be left alone while her best friend went off to party.
Does it really bother you that much, Phina? We could always fix that... A voice hissed, it's breath tickling her ear.
She shuddered, closing her eyes tightly and biting her lip. They were back. The shadows, as she 'affectionately' named them. They had no specific identity, they simply inhabited her body and provided suggestions. Perhaps a little mayhem here and there, to get back at others or to make them suffer. It was always the same thing.
Seraphine shook her head at the voice, rising from her chair and moving to her closet, not surprised as she heard the creak of her chair being sat upon. It's just your imagination. Just...just finish getting ready. She thought, stripping off her pajamas and putting on something suitable for her excursion. While she murmured softly to herself, she pulled out a pair of jeans from her closet, nothing too fancy, simply fitted jeans with flared bottoms. They were a gift from Celeste. "You need to show off the goods!" was her reasoning. As she was shifting through the shirts hanging in her closet, she stiffened at the sound of the chair coming closer.
You can't ignore me forever, dear Phina. But don't worry. I won't cause much trouble this time.
Then, it was gone. Seraphine stood completely still, clutching a black tanktop to her chest. Finally, it was gone. Letting out a breath she had unconsciously been holding, she slipped on the tanktop and pulled a light jean jacket overtop of it, then stood in front of the mirror for a second look. Acceptable. Taking one last swig of her soda, she grabbed her wallet and, stuffing it into her back pocket, ran out the door while pulling her curly hair up into a messy ponytail. Club Sparks wasn't that far from her house, but more than likely Blaire would make it there before her, and she did not like to wait. Picking up her pace from a jog to a run, Seraphine dashed down the sidewalk, barely missing a young woman and man as they passed each other in front of a small grocery store.
"'Scuse me, sorry!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 3:27 pm
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“No mom. You don’t have to come out here and see how I’m doing. I’m fine. Really. No, I am not lying just to keep you from visiting me. Aunt Nicole is taking good care of me. What? She is not like that. You need to stop assuming so many bad things about her. Yes, I know she never had kids but that doesn’t mean…her dog died. It had cancer, Mom! It didn’t starve or something! She took good care of it and she’s taking good care of me. Yes. What? No! I mean…you really don’t have too. I’m fine. Yes. It was nice hearing from you. Love you too. Bye mom. Bye…Goodbye, Mom!”
Leah slammed her phone shut and tossed I on her desk, rubbing her temples and muttering “Stop calling me” under her breath along with a few other things about psycho, overbearing mothers and the burden of unlimited minutes. Ever since she’d been rejected from the college she wanted, Leah’s mother had taken her controlling nature and turned it up to overdrive. It had been a nightmare that first year living at home after high school, trying to work at the Martie’s by their house, keep her car in decent shape during the hot summer, and saving up enough cash to move out on her own. Her mother had designed an entire life plan for Leah that led up to the next year, this year, where it branched off into two possible situations “College Leah” and “Live at home like the bum she is Leah.” Not two weeks before she turned nineteen, Leah decided to go with her own plan. The “Leah doesn’t want to kill her own mother” plan that involved taking her stuff, her money, and moving in with her aunt. Her mother absolutely freaked and tried to bring Leah back, but Aunt Nicole had managed to keep her sister-in-law at bay. Leah had never been more grateful to the woman than at that moment. Trouble was, her mother had practically glued the house phone to the side of her face ever since.
Life was brutal sometimes.
“Was that your mother again?”
Leah swiveled around in her desk-chair and looked at her aunt. She was glammed up and still working on her earrings to finish the outfit. Leah sank into her chair and nodded. “Yeah, it was her.”
Aunt Nicole ticked her tongue and shook her head, her large earrings jingling. “I still don’t understand what my brother sees in her.” She looked back at Leah and smiled reassuringly. “At least she loves you. You know that much.” Leah nodded in agreement but couldn’t resist rolling her eyes slightly. Her mother may love her but she had a really frustrating way of showing it. Her aunt laughed and walked over to pat her cheek. “I’m heading off to work. Don’t get yourself into any trouble tonight. I’ll never hear the end of it from Barbara.”
“Alright, have a good night.”
"I will,” she said as she walked out, waving before she disappeared down the hall. Leah leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath. It was getting late and the hour time difference between here and back home meant her mother was probably going to bed in the next twenty minutes and wouldn’t be calling anymore. Good to know. Leah grabbed a light jacket, her messenger hat and bag, and her phone. Jogging downstairs, she snatched a water bottle from the fridge and her keys off the rack. She had three classes tomorrow morning, her earlier ones, so she wouldn’t be able to be up and out much longer. Throwing her stuff in the car, Leah pulled out and headed for her late-night spot.
The park.
She had early morning classes tomorrow, earlier than her other ones, so she wouldn’t be able to be out as late as she would’ve liked, but if she could settle on to her bench near the fountain and get even a little bit of work done, Leah would be content for the next few days. It would have been nice to get out earlier in the day and have longer to finish up what she’d been working on for the past week or so, but the rain had been hard to work around today and she still wasn’t sure if it would start up again at some point. Just in case, she’d set up her umbrella on the bench handle and huddle up underneath it.
Parking and walking deep into the park, Leah settled onto her special bench, put up her umbrella, and removed the giant sketchpad from her bag. A beat up cigar tin and a oil rag followed. Flipping to her drawing, Leah removed a piece of charcoal and began working on the portrait. It was a woman looking up to what would be a dark sky above her littered with stars. So far, she’d only gotten the general shape of the bust, shoulders, and lips done. Tonight, she hoped to at least finish the eyes and brow. Maybe sketch out the hairline.
Leah pulled out an old cd player, turned it on and settled into her own little world, humming lightly with the music.
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