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Post by Mariella Star on Jun 1, 2009 20:09:53 GMT -6
MARIELLA
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This place smelt like mold.
That was mainly all Mariella thought about as she sat in the tiny room. The walls seemed to lean in on her, threaten to collapse right on top of her blonde head. There was only room for a small, very old fashion bed made out of wood and straw and a chair that looked to be made for a child in the little space. Mariella refused to sit or lay on the bed, which she thought was the source of the horrid smell. Instead, she let her guests lounge on the hay.
As her eyes scanned the area, Mariella recalled her journey here. She'd been dragged into the room, gagged, blind-folded, had her hands tied, and then pushed onto the floor. And then she'd been abandoned by both the man who had captured her (for it must have been a man, she thought) and her black-haired spirit-friend. On the way to the small, empty building that she was in now, everything had moved so quickly that she had no idea how far away she was from the heart of the dome. It couldn't be too far, though, because they hadn't taken the bandanna out of her mouth yet.
Not that she had even tried to scream. It was odd, how comfortable she was while being held captive. She didn't know why she'd been taken, but she didn't really care as much as she should. It wasn't that much different here than it was on the streets, where she normally lived, after all. There weren't any people caring about her, there were her odd visitors that only she could see, and she was in desperate need of bathing. The only difference was that she couldn't see the sun.
But sitting on the floor, her butt was numb, and the stench in the room was giving her a headache. So she began to get irritated as she looked at the ropes on her hands. It must be really easy to get out, she thought, or else they'd take these stinking traps off of her.
Minutes passed, but time was at a slow crawl in the thick-aired room. Mariella lifted both of her hands to wipe sweat off of her face, then went back to staring at the lumen on her bed. It was a girl with flaming red hair that covered her eyes and most of her face. She did nothing but gaze at the ground and lay in the fetal positing.
Boring idiot. Shifting her eyes to the door, Mariella's stomach grumbled. Didn't they ever plan on feeding her? For the second time since she'd sat down (or been shoved down, more accurately) she started to think about what they'd want with a poor begger girl. If they were going to use her to bribe the city into giving them something--well, Mariella would have laughed if she could.
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WORD COUNT: 476
TAGGED: Mariella, her trippy friends, and Robbeh! xD
MARIELLA IS: Bored, hungry, and surprisingly uncaring
MUSE: On the upper side of okay
NOTES: I'm not sure exactly why they kidnapped her, but I suggested one possible reason. If you have a better idea, I'm game (:
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Post by robert mcintyre * on Jun 2, 2009 12:10:01 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOLT H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T_________________________________________________ It was the perfect hiding place. You might think was hard to hide some one in an enclosed space, but it looked like Neclymoure had almost been built for the purpose. He supposed that the building would have been a farm house, but now it was simply a ruin on the outskirts of the dome, one of many. It had a few large rooms, one which had obviously been a sitting room (a few armchairs still sat there) and one which was presumably the kitchen. Down the hall there was the small bedroom that their captive occupying and a few other rooms, though the ceiling had caved in one and the other was full of broken glass. It was perfect, but not unique, and anyone came looking, they could easily hide all traces of their arrival and find a different house to hide in.
Not that anyone would, come looking that is. Rob doubted anyone would even notice that the beggar girl had gone, and if they did they wouldn’t do anything about it. They were probably doing Neclymoure a service, really, taking the beggars off the street. His lips curled into a smile at this, and he wondered whether it was true. The people in the dome, whether it was because they all shared the same fate or because there were so little of them (compared to most outside towns, anyway), seemed to share a close community and most citizens generally cared about what happened to one another. Maybe, they might have some affection for the beggar girl after all.
Glancing at his watch, Rob sighed and got off the mouldy sofa he was sitting on. The other members had left him to ‘look after’ their captive for a while, though what this really meant was a lot of boring waiting and staring at walls. He doubted if she really needed guarding, after all, no one would find her here, but nevertheless that was what he was supposed to do. Shaking his head a little, he made his way into the kitchen and surveyed the little food on the wobbly table. He wasn’t going to make an effort with her meal, she was their prisoner after all and he didn’t want to be here. There were much better things he could be doing with his time.
Rob sniffed a loaf of bread and shrugged, it was only a bit stale, and he was sure that mouldy smell was around the whole house. He filled a jug with water and nodded to himself. That should do, there wasn’t anything else around here anyway. He walked out of the kitchen and towards the room which they’d put Mariella in. She hadn’t had anything to eat since she’d been kidnapped, so he guessed she’d be hungry enough to eat anything, even it was just bread and water. Maybe he’d bring something else, something better, next time.
Unlocking the door and stepping into the room, Rob took a second to survey their captive. It was strange that she didn’t seem scared; she hadn’t cried or yelled out the whole time he’d been here. Rob had imagined there’d be at least some fear in her gaze, but she looked perfectly normal. Raising his eyebrows, the man put the ‘food’ down on the mouldy bed and said; “I got something for you, a little present. If you come over here, I’ll take your gag off and undo your hands a bit so you can eat.” He wondered why they’d even left that gag on; she could scream all she wanted here and no one would here her.
He waited for the girl to respond, wondering if she'd even do anything. He'd heard rumours she was crazy, and her reaction to being kidnapped certainly gave him more reason to believe this than doubt it. Even he'd be a bit scared if he'd been abducted. NOTES This turned out longer than I expected ^^
WORDS 648
TAGGED Mariella & her kooky friends =P.
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Post by Mariella Star on Jun 2, 2009 13:22:10 GMT -6
MARIELLA
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The door opened, as if taking orders from Mariella's hungry look, and air that was at least a tad fresher than the air in the small room blew in, making Mariella sigh with relief through her nose. Her stomach rumbled again, this time more quietly, but she was perfectly capable of ignoring it. Half the time she was offered weird, old-fashioned food made from a pot and stove, she rejected it, so she was used to the noisy growling and pains in abdomen.
Her eyebrows raised curiously as her eyes met those of a man who she assumed was involved in this whole child abduction thing. He had bread, she saw, and couldn't help but wonder if it would be just as rotten on the inside as the straw bed that it had just been set on. The water was something, though; it couldn't be too dirty, because she could see clearly through it. And even if it did have some nasty bacteria in it, it would still quench her thirst that was as powerful as her hunger, if not more so. She would deal with a bit of sickness if she had to. It wouldn't be the first time, and throwing up (which is what usually happened) didn't really bother her too much.
So, at least they didn't plan on letting her rot to death in this room. Even though such a thing didn't seem sensible, the fact that they were going to take at least minimal care of her was a plus.
The girl on the bed shifted, looked down at the food and drink that had placed by her feet. Carefully, she pulled them back, and Mariella caught a glimpse of her facial features as the girl adjusted: a small nose, thin lips, arched eyebrows, and light pink irises that didn't seem to match the rest of her. She glanced at Mariella for the first time, and her lips twitched up. Did she find the site of Mariella tied up funny? Well, Mariella might have found it funny, too, if it wasn't her, so she held no grudges, just turned back to the visitor. He had spoken while she was studying the spirit.
The word "eat" registered in her brain, and before she could rein it back, instinct took over and she skillfully leaped up into a standing position by simply rocking forward. Her feet started to lurch forward to run over to him, but she slapped them back at the ground, now staring, unsure and not trusting him. He could very well be the one who had shoved her down to the floor, after all, she reminded herself.
But he brought her something. Shouldn't that make her trust him? Or is that just what he wanted her to think? He didn't look particularly mischievous, she noted, and then slowly walked forward, looking for any sudden movements until her feet reached a spot on the ground within reaching distance of him.
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WORD COUNT: 490
MARIELLA IS: Hungry and unsure of him
MUSE: Decent
NOTES: Phrawr
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Post by robert mcintyre * on Jun 3, 2009 12:12:18 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOLT H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T_________________________________________________ At the word ‘food’, Mariella sprang up towards him like a jack in the box, and he realised how hungry she must be. It was only a stale loaf and some water, but it was the first food she’d had since being captured, and who knows when she’d last eaten before that. He shook his head slightly. What kind of life was it for a fourteen year old girl to be begging on street corners? The dome forced people into the most horrifying situations, and what got him most was that they didn’t care. The authorities didn’t monitor activity here as far as he knew. There could have been a massacre, with everyone dead or dying slowly, and they wouldn’t care. No, here in Neclymoure people were worse than dead, they were trapped, left to live out the rest of their lives, no one caring what was happening to them. Forgotten.
Well not for long. They were going to change that, even though at the moment they didn’t really know how they were going to do it. They would make people care, and if took a mass murder to do that, then they would do it. Whatever it takes. It was an outrage that people were just dumped here, and left.
He could feel the anger bubbling up in his chest, and he reach out to grab the girl’s wrists roughly, loosening the cords so they could move a bit more in their binding. She should be able to manage with that, he thought and reached up to the bandana around her mouth. He was tempted to bring the knife out of his pocket and cut through it, but he thought it might scare Mariella a little too much so instead he fiddled with the knots holding it in place. Finally it came undone and he let it go, leaving it up to the girl to actually take it out of her mouth. He didn’t fancy touching it, to be honest.
Nodding to where the food was on the bed, Rob said; “There you are, all set to enjoy that lovely grub I got you. I hope you appreciate my efforts.” He tried to hide the anger in his voice by making a joke, but he mostly failed, and his annoyance showed through plainly. “Took me all of five minutes that did.” Rob took a deep breath in through his nose, calming himself; he didn’t want to hurt their captive and he knew all to well what an explosive temper he had. “Try not to choke yourself” At these calmer words, Rob was ready to turn, and walk out of the room, but something stopped him and he leant back against the wall in a relaxed position. There was nothing else to do round here, and anyway he wanted to see what Mariella had to say for herself.
NOTES xP About the kidnapping thing, I thought maybe they can use Mariella as a sort of shock factor thing. Like 'we kidnapped this girl so we're dangerous and you should take us seriously' or something...? Maybe as a bargaining chip as well. If you have any more idea, I'm open ^^ Also, I tried not to powerplay too much but it was kind of hard =[ Hope you don't mind
WORDS 478
TAGGED mariella
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Post by Mariella Star on Jun 4, 2009 20:17:38 GMT -6
MARIELLA
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His rough movements made her heart speed up, but she did not pull back despite the picture of her hands getting chopped off entering her mind. Instead, she looked up at his face, wondering if he was just a mad person by nature, or if she'd somehow managed to push a button by just walking, and possibly by being hungry. (Only possibly because she wasn't exactly sure how obvious she had been about her hunger.)
Giving up on discovering exactly what had set him off, Mariella looked down at her wrists and moved them around. She hadn't really realized it, but they'd been tied off quite tightly. Now there were marks near her palms. She looked a bit closer, trying to decide how long it would take them to go away, but quickly gave up once she was given the chance to take out the nasty cloth in her mouth. As quickly as she could manage, she slid it off and then let it dangle in her hands, unsure if she would be beat for dropping it. Deciding it wasn't worth the chance, she shoved the thing in her pocket. Maybe it would come in handy later.
Rob spoke, and Mariella looked over at the food. Did she hear a hint of bitterness? She really wasn't sure what she had done, not even having spoken yet. She still kept her lips pressed together, though, not even wanting to think about how her voice would sound after a day straight of silence without liquid.
"I hope you appreciate my efforts." She didn't really mean to, but her head quickly shot around so she could stare at him with her own look of annoyance. What the hell had she done? She had to bite her tongue as hard as she could to keep from shouting at him.
Shoving back the irritation, Mariella walked swiftly over to the bed and first lifted the pitcher to her lips, looking at Rob half of the time while she gulped down the water. It tasted like it had been sitting out for a little while, but it wasn't as warm as she had feared. Overall, it was quite refreshing, and she let some of it drip down her neck and rid of the dust and sweat that had collected itself there. She placed the pitcher back down, and it was only three-quarters full. The girl on the bed shifted again, bunching up into an even smaller ball and shoving herself into the corner of the wall. Mariella sniffed at her, then turned back to Rob, despite her stomach's call for the bread that was so near.
He still didn't look completely calm, and her annoyance returned, but she still had been wondering. She felt that she could trust him at least a small bit, since he hadn't hurt her, and she was bubbling with questions.
Quietly, she cleared her throat, then looked over his shoulder to the door behind him. She could run past him and escape, she suddenly thought, if she was fast enough. In fact, her feet were itching to try that. But first, she at least wanted to know why they had decided to take her. She could try to run if she wanted to later.
"Why am I here?" The question was plain and simple, and her words didn't connect at all to the ones previously spoken, but they seemed appropriate enough. After all, she was being held prisoner. "And don't be smart and explain the obvious: Because someone dragged me here. I'd like to know why." It was odd how clear her voice was despite the fact that she hadn't used it, but it still managed to ring clearly, almost intelligently.
She was a perfectly normal girl besides the fact that she lived in a world with ghosts that only she could see as well as other people, and if she wanted to and wasn't under the influence of one of her friends, she could usually manage to act "average" enough. Especially if she wasn't skiddish because some other spirit was already there and uninteresting. And that was what she was trying to do now: act slightly normal, so she would get straight answers.
But the redhead in her bed whom she'd temporarily forgotten about released a terrifying screech that resembled that of wild monkeys. Mariella's eyes widened and she let out her own high-pitched yelp of fright, then jumped to the side. Her surprised gaze landed on the bed again, and her face turned red. "You horrid thing!" she shrieked at the ghost, her fists clenched. It threw its head back and cackled, and Mariella gasped, then clamped her mouth shut and turned around.
Ha! So much for trying to pull off normal. Not that she planned on keeping up that act for too long anyways. Well, she'd have some explaining to do now, wouldn't she? Shaking her head, she let out a quick sigh and wondered if Rob would run away. She often scared people with her reactions to her friends.
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WORD COUNT: 833 ;o
MARIELLA IS: Described above!
MUSE: Good
NOTES: It's really long o.o'
Anywho, your plan sounds awesomesauce!
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Post by robert mcintyre * on Jun 6, 2009 7:51:09 GMT -6
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The look that Mariella gave Rob was furious and hate filled, he obviously hadn’t hid his anger as well as he’d wanted to. He had a bad temper and he knew it, but it hadn’t been directed at the girl then; though how was she to know that? He’d been angry at Them. The people behind this whole ridiculous town. But thinking back now, it was probably good for him to be angry towards her. She wasn’t on holiday, after all. What did she expect from a kidnapper? Still, her fuming expression made him feel guilty, though he took care not to show it on his face.
She made her way to the bed and straight away downed almost half of the jug. Rob expected her to move to the bread then, but she didn’t, instead looking past him to the still open door. Guessing her line of thinking, he moved closer to it blocking it off. She’d have to get past him first, and he doubted that the fourteen year old would be able to. He was about to speak, a warning about running away, but she spoke first and he wanted to hear what she had to say.
"Why am I here? And don't be smart and explain the obvious: Because someone dragged me here. I'd like to know why."
Rob rolled his eyes; he’d been expecting something else from this girl, something that wasn’t typical. She was meant to be crazy, after all, and her question was said calmly (angrily, but none the less) she sounded intelligent and sane. Maybe everyone had been wrong about her sanity. “Well-” He began, a remark ready, dripping with sarcasm - but got no further as she span suddenly and screamed at thin air, her eyes fixed on a point near the corner of the wall. “You horrid thing!” She screeched, and then gasped, as if realising what she’d done, covering her mouth up with her hand.
After getting rid of the initial shock (it had been so out of the blue), Rob’s mouth curled up in a smile, and he almost felt like laughing. She was crazy after all! “You had me fooled then, I was beginning to wonder if what everyone said about you was true – that you were crazy – but looks like they were right. Would you mind telling me what just happened? Then maybe I could laugh bit harder.” Maybe his words weren't the nicest in the world, but at least they weren't angry anymore, just ammused.
NOTES no where near as long as yours ^^
WORDS 421
TAGGED mariella
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Post by Mariella Star on Jun 7, 2009 12:23:06 GMT -6
MARIELLA
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He laughed. He didn't run or scream or gasp. He just laughed. And the amusement was like a match on the pile of paper that was Mariella's small bit of sanity. Anger caught back on fire and it leaped to and fro within her.
Dropping her hand, her fingers curled back up as if they wanted to punch this man in the face. Really, the sudden outburst from the girl who had been completely silent the whole time really had scared Mariella! Sure, the fear had faded quickly, but the response she got from Rob made her want to do something rash.
Well, at least it was a bit comforting that she had been able to act normal until her friend decided to be a pest. But it didn't comfort her enough. She still wanted to jack him in the face. So she turned away, stared at the corner of the wall again, until the red from her face faded and the ghost was in a ball again. The moldy smell registered in her brain for the first time since the food was brought in, and Mariella felt desperate for some fresh air.
But the man was talking to her. Her words were picked carefully and she spoke them slowly as she replied, but she also felt a fog creep into her mind as the spirit lifted her head and gazed at Mariella. "I don't appreciate being called 'crazy,'" she muttered, "but I understand that there a lot of people with stunted vocabularies, so there's not much more I can ask for." The last of the words sounded more like a growl.
"Would you mind telling me what just happened? Then maybe I could laugh bit harder,” he said, and her head shot back towards him, and suddenly she was itching to try to run out the door. Maybe it was because she couldn't see any longer; everything was in a deep haze as the fog blanketed everything; and maybe if she ran out of the damned room she would be able to clear her vision again.
Another snicker echoed from the corner and Mariella growled again, trying to focus on staring at Rob. It was odd how everything else seemed to be smothered in a cloud now except the chuckles from the source of Mariella's fresh trouble.
"Just... some..." she started to explain, hoping to use her own sarcasm, but then she bolted toward the door, forgetting about speaking or about the fact that Rob was standing in front of her freedom, and he was a heck of a lot stronger than her. She was headed right towards him anyways, right up until she was wondering if she'd already gotten out of the room, and she was just blinding running through the town again. But no, she felt herself smash into a human with an "ooft" before she could think any further into what she would do if she was on the streets.
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WORD COUNT: 488
MARIELLA IS: being tormented by the redhead
MUSE: Okay
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Post by robert mcintyre * on Jun 10, 2009 11:52:48 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOLT H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T_________________________________________________ You could say that Rob regretted his words as soon as they had come out of his mouth. Maybe that he saw the reaction he might receive from Mariella and tried to apologise. Maybe even, that he felt so sorry for the girl he completely undid her bonds and let her escape with out so much as a chase. Yeah, right.
He saw the anger in her, it was pretty hard to miss after all, but he thought nothing of it. She was a kid – what chance did she have of tackling him? It was a joke that he was even here to guard her. Even after her half growled words, other than grudgingly acknowledging her good comeback, he thought her no more of a threat. Teenage girls always got angry easily, it was all hormones or something; she’d calm down in a minute. Granted, the circumstances were slightly different with this girl than most others (she had been kidnapped), but he didn’t think this would make too much of a difference. Besides, he was still quite happily amused at her shouting to random bits of empty space to notice much.
When he heard her speaking again, and he paid attention for once, wondering what she was going to say this time. Would the girl speak to the air again? Or just shout at him? But she truly did surprise him this time. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn’t an escape attempt. Caught off guard, Rob reacted on instinct and as Mariella ran, full pelt into him, he stiffened, and shoved the human shaped bundle violently away from him, not even thinking about his actions. His brain had taken over and responded the best that it could, not caring that its target was only a teenage girl. All it registered was something that could potentially hurt him and nothing else.
Rob didn’t end up unscathed, however. Mariella had managed to wind him by crashing into his chest and he was left gasping desperately, holding his rib cage. In between huge deep breaths Rob cursed angrily. He wasn’t laughing now, that was for sure. The attack had come as a shock, but now it had happened he would do his utmost to stop it happening again. He would be on his guard now, or he would make sure that Mariella was too scared of what would happen if she tried to escape again. Either way, nothing good would come out of it for her.
Still breathing heavily, Rob straightened up against the door frame, his anger still bubbling away in his veins. "You're gonna regret that." His growl seemed low and loud in the relative silence of the room and the surrounding landscape, and he was impressed by how threatening it sounded. He didn't really know what he was going to do, as chliche as it sounded it went against his better nature to hurt a girl, even one who had tried to attack him. NOTES a bit rubbish, sorry for the wait =/
WORDS 496
TAGGED mariella
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Post by Mariella Star on Jun 10, 2009 17:13:40 GMT -6
MARIELLA
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Clouds parted at the time they found convenient, and Mariella could start to see flashes of light again, to hear the sound of the collision, and at least regained full sense of hearing before she stumbled backwards and headed towards the floor.
What had just happened? It was almost like she'd run into a spring and then gracefully fallen backwards to where she had stood before. Oh, but graceful? That was the loose word that had crossed her mind as she started to whirl backwards, only seeing colors still, not the full picture, but she thought no such thing as she hit the ground.
The cackling and laughing from everyone had stopped, but was now replaced by a pounding sound in her head. She heard her own heartbeat, ringing loudly through the room. Her lids shut so she could see nothing but darkness, and she had no idea what had just happened. Was she standing up or laying down? Where were the clouds when she wished they were back to fog up the pain that was now ringing through her right side and all through her head?
The darkness that she saw managed to get darker, but Mariella felt the need to hold on to whatever she had, and then her lids were fluttering until light poured in and forced her eyes to adjust. The first thing she noticed was that the girl was gone.
The second thing she noticed was the pain. Quite a bit of pain. It pounded through her to the beat of her heart. Without permission, a long moan slid from her lips. She bit down on her tongue.
Everything around her was more clear than ever, like it was all under a microscope and next to a megaphone. It hurt. "Ow.." Slowly, she looked all her around her, at the smelly, loud, suddenly brighter than ever room, and she wondered why she couldn't remember how she'd gotten on the floor.
Arms straightened and she sat up, then stood up, and was about to walk over to the chair when someone that she had managed to not realize was there spoke: "You're gonna regret that."
Oh. The voice caused memories of the last minutes to flood back on her, and she skidded backwards, up against the wall furthest from Rob. Words slipped as soon as they came to mind. "You pushed me!" There were no delusions or distractions now; the redhead has left. Of course, Mariella was still on the edge, because the spirits wouldn't stay away for too long, but she was trying to focus on the present. "Bastard." Did she not sense the threat in his remark? She stayed pressed against the wall, though, her eyes glued to his face.
Boom, boom. Boom, boom. Boom.. The rhythm of her heart steadily got quieter, but she still felt the pulse of pain throughout her body. She had to fight to keep from crumpling to the floor. Her head was too clear. She wanted a ghost to come and fog up the room again. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Even if she'd deserved getting pushed to the ground, it still felt like it was all his fault, mainly because he was the only other visible person currently in the room. Her lips pressed together; she wondered if he was going to follow through with his statement now, since the meaning of the words started to set in.
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MARIELLA IS: in paaaiin
MUSE: Okay
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Post by robert mcintyre * on Jun 13, 2009 10:34:58 GMT -6
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Huh. Before, when Mariella had spoken, he’d thought that she had a pretty good grasp of language. She’d certainly made a good comeback - not that he was impressed of course. He thought she’d even be able to carry a conversation. Now it seemed, she had difficulty understanding the meaning of the four word sentence he’d just spoken. Obviously, she was crazy, as if talking to thin air wasn’t enough proof of the fact. Rob had actually been quite proud of that sentence; proud of how threatening it sounded, but this girl obviously didn’t get it. It was a threat, you didn’t just ignore it; not if the person making the threat was a strong, fully grown man when you were only a teenage girl with your hands tied. He hoped the other people in Neclymoure weren’t this stupid, what kind of hostage situation would that be?
“Oh yes, I’m a bastard!” His voice was loud, angry and directed fully at Mariella. “I wouldn’t have needed to push you if you hadn’t ran into me! What did you think was going to happen? I was just going to stand aside and let you past? Yeah, what a great idea that would’ve been.” Rob matched her stare with his own fierce gaze and took a step towards her, unsure of what he was going to do next. After a pause of about a second, he decided to shout again. “I knew you were crazy, but didn’t you think that maybe I wouldn’t let you go that easily? Or did your invisible friends tell you to do it?”
Did find some fear in her face? There was anger there, certainly, and pain; but he couldn’t see fright in it. Maybe if there had been he would have acted a bit more kindly. If he saw her quaking with terror at the sight of his approaching form, maybe it would have lessened his anger. Or maybe not. As it was, he took another step towards the girl. They were barely a meter apart now, but he stopped himself from going any further.
Rob was reaching the end of his tether, but he managed to eke some self control from somewhere. He had orders not to let Mariella get hurt too badly, but he was all set for forgetting them and setting his temper lose. "You don't know how close I am to attacking you right now," he said, still glaring at Mariella straight in the eye, "and I don't think you'd want that to happen." He wasn't sure what purpose these words were meant to have on the girl, but he kept himself still. All Rob needed now was a spark, and that could come from anywhere.
NOTES It might be a while till i'm able to post again =/ (I posted in the absent board)
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Post by Mariella Star on Jun 13, 2009 13:42:38 GMT -6
Mariella * [/font][/i][/b][/right] He yelled. But Mariella wasn't scared enough yet. He wouldn't hurt her. He couldn't hurt her. Right? Or would it look better if she was bruised up and bloody when they dangled her from a rope in front of the whole, awed crowd of town? Maybe he would hurt her. She flinched back, pressing herself further against the wall, trying to flatten herself against it's moldy insides, but she tried to keep her face hard, emotionless, untelling. Maybe if she pressed hard enough, she could seep through the walls, then make her grand escape. That sounded like a better plan than trying to run past a full grown man who was standing in a doorway. Stupid, stupid, stupid..
She wanted to yell back, to scream that yes, he was a bastard, screaming at her like this now. Had she hurt him that bad? No, he must really just have a temper. She wanted to answer his shouted questions that may or may not have been rhetorical, but he was playing the crazy card now, and he did sound awful threatening. It registered in her head more quickly this time. He looked it, too.
She sunk her front teeth into her bottom lip, then bit down. Clouds. She wanted the clouds. Would it work if she screamed for a ghost to come back? Honestly, she'd never tried that before. Now probably wouldn't be the best time, though.
He got closer; she pressed her back against the wall harder. I am a wall. She sunk her teeth harder into her lip. She tasted blood. And finally, her eyes widened like a little doe caught in the headlight of a car. Would he stop if she let him know that she was scared? She was now honestly afraid he would get closer. She slid to the side, into the corner. Oh, great. A corner. Smart.
"You don't know how close I am to attacking you right now." Thin ice. Mariella had heard that expression before. She was skating on thin ice. What did he want her to do, though? Apologize? Even in the deepest of fear, with him being rude to her like this, she would not apologize. Her strong, raging personality would not allow it, not until she was beaten red. But her tiny fear instinct would let her squeak out, "Please... don't..." She felt trapped. And she didn't dare try running again.
Her eyes zipped around the room. No one. No one but her and thing raging bull. She was a big red flag. The moldy air pressed in on her, tried to suffocate her, and she wanted relief, wanted some fresh air and a ghost friend to pollute her thoughts with drowsy mist. She tried to take a deep breathe through her nose. It didn't help. Yet she still couldn't apologize. Could she babbled an excuse? After all, he thought her to be horribly crazy. Coming up with an excuse couldn't be that hard.
"I couldn't see you!" she sputtered, quickly, looking down at the floor and red in the face. The words were coming out quickly; she didn't tell them to make themselves known. They just did. "There was the girl and then the clouds and the fog and needed to breathe and I couldn't see, couldn't see anything, anything, anything..." Babble, babble, babble. Her voice turned into a whisper, and her cheeks were flaming red. Her lips continued moving until it was obvious that they made no more sound; her instinct had run out of words to shoot out. She stopped her lips, pressed them together, and took a deep breathe. She looked back up, a small glance, checking to see if that had saved her.
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Post by robert mcintyre * on Jun 21, 2009 11:13:59 GMT -6
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He clenched his fists harder, feeling his nails digging into his palm. Still angry as hell, he watched as the fear appeared in Mariella’s face, her eyes widening and her body pressing against the wall as if she wished it would swallow her up. For a second he felt triumph. That fear in her eyes, the terror in her stance; that was all him! All his doing! He had the decision; should he hurt her? Or let her off? The whole scenario was totally and utterly his choice she couldn’t do anything. He was in control. It felt good.
And then it ended. It ended with her quiet words, her pleas for safety. Instead of swelling his ego, instead of giving him even more satisfaction and more of that wonderful feeling of control, they came up behind him and- well, they left him flat, as if his whole mood had suddenly been punctured.
What was he doing? He had a fourteen year girl against the wall. A fourteen year old for god’s sake! A bloody fourteen year old! What kind of sick person was he? Getting off on the control of a teenage girl! He couldn’t help but drag his eyes away from her gaze as he heard her frantic excuses, and he wished with all his power that he could be somewhere else. Each whispered word which passed Mariella’s lips served only to bring him further down, nails in his metaphorical coffin. He was disgusted with himself. Totally and utterly disgusted. He’d been ready to seriously hurt her, and he had enjoyed seeing the fear in her! What a sick, sadistic bastard he’d turned out to be.
Rob had always known he had quick temper, but this was different. He knew what would have happen if he had chosen to attack Mariella, and he didn’t like it. Despite all the obvious things wrong with him, he’d always thought of himself as, overall a mostly good person; he was fighting for the right cause after all. Now he wasn’t so sure.
As his eyes returned to her face, Rob found her as scared and doe-like as before and abruptly it all became too much. Meeting her eyes for a second he stood frozen, his expression in turmoil; somewhere between anger, confusion and self loathing. He couldn’t do this anymore. Breaking their gaze, he spun around violently and turned towards the door, growling something indistinguishable under his breath. Anger filled him again, but this time it was all for himself. His fists were still curled from before, and he found himself punching the wall next to the door and making a dint in the crumbling plaster of the room.
Unsure of what this was meant achieve, Rob found the pain in his knuckles distracted him a bit, but still he didn’t turn to Mariella. Once outside the door he slammed it shut aggressively, and turned the key in the lock, drawing the bolt at the top across. The man wished he could just forget about it and lock up what he was feeling as easily as he had just locked up his captive, but it wouldn’t go away and instead he sunk to the floor, his back against the wall and head in his hands.
NOTES Thought I'd end this one (or at least bring it close to the end) so we can start on the new site ^^ Rob is beginning to fall for her =] Hope you don't mind the cussing, I wanted to make it realistic =)
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