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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Sept 2, 2011 20:27:08 GMT -4
Comatose n. - a state of being in a coma. For a replica, a coma was congruent to feeling nothing and empty; he would considered himself a void at this point, but it was truly loneliness from his solitude, but being who he was, who he was mirrored from, he wouldn't admit it under any circumstances...unless she forced it out of you.
Namine had control over his heart; she had broke it one time, an event where he instantly forgave her for without hesitation, but in a way, she managed to give him one to begin with. Although she was the witch to fabricate memories and a life in his head, it was able to make him know what it meant to be real, a real boy.
He didn't need to lie and make his nose grow to admit that he wasn't human, a truth he had miraculously lived with without being self-loathing. No his evil eye was turned to someone else, those who were responsible; ironically they were the same one to hurt her, and each passing day with only a memory of her, he pondered who he was really doing everything for...him or her. Lately the Organization had nothing for him to do, so he lacked reasons to bear a black conspicous cloack; the replica also hardly knew when they were secretly stalking him, so he haven't been able to visit Namine at all. Then again he had visited Twilight Town and was unsuccessful in finding her.
Hm...just kidding myself thinking she would be there...
Despite the spiteful thought, he couldn't deny that she may be there and he didn't search 'hard' enough, or she was trying to do her end of good. In a sense, the replica was trapped in seeing and avoiding her; from the moment, they remet; he felt like she would've been the death of him.
"That's enough," he scolded himself pondering on her. He gripped her yellow starred keychain before chucking it in his pants' pockey; he doubt she wouldn't be disappointed if he tossed it over the bailey.
He needed to walk. Perhaps a stroll, run, or intercepting heartless would distract him enough to fill is void with adrenaline until the Organization called for him. Perhaps he should start crossing wires; even a web takes time, and it won't start as he sulked. Leaving the bailey, he headed towards the Castle Gates to travel towards the outskirts of the world.
He didn't need to make his face known to the world; enough had confused him for Riku, such deciet or irritation of confusion isn't needed now.
It was yet another lonely day for the cyborg girl. Alyson was mindlessly wandering around the outside of the castle in Radiant Garden, gazing at it's beautiful and unique design. The building itself was humongous, but it was nothing compared to the skyscrapers in Fyurena. Alyson was wearing a black T-shirt, skinny jeans, converse and a gray, cotton jacket tied around her waist. Her hair was tied in a pony tail and one of her arm reveals that it is made of iron. This wasn't what she usually wears when strolling around the city, but since no person was in sight, she could wear anything she wanted without people staring at her. '
People would constantly torture her, physically and mentally, and all she could do was forgive them in the end. People would just find her appearance scary, but wouldn't recognize the beauty within her soul. She was just a pure girl, who's suffering a deep depression and had no friends, except for Saxen. He was the only one to truly understand how she feels and never judged who she really looks on the outside. She realized that there are people out there kind enough to be gentle and caring to someone who may not look 'normal'.
She reached the main door to the castle, and leaned against it's hard surface. Alyson drops down and plops on the ground, gazing at the sky with her abnormal eyes. Suddenly, she heard footsteps...someone is coming. She took the scrunchy out of her hair and brushed her hair to cover her rainbow-coloered eye; then, untied her jacket and covered her prothetic limb.
Alyson thought she would be alone today and hadn't expect anyone to visit. She prayed to the Gods that this person won't see her 'real' side, for she was afraid he or she may hurt her once they found out. Her body was shaking like a leaf; this was definitely going from a nice, peaceful day to a cloudy, awful one.
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Last Edit: Sept 6, 2011 19:39:20 GMT -4 by falsetto
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Sept 2, 2011 23:17:04 GMT -4
His hands tucked into his pocket as he strolled, a new tendency he adapted once free of his muscular body suit. It was exchange for more dark attire. He hardly felt too colorful to put anything other than black on. It contrasted against the blasted white walls he was born it, hence giving him a blanket of comfort. He found his hair bright enough for him.
As he minded his own business, his sharp eyes casually wandered about and sharpened with attentiveness time to time if he spotted something odd. Nobodies tend to be illusive and secretive, so it would take effort to spot a spy following him. With Zexion's senses, none where in his radar, so his paranoia had relaxed as his gait became more lax and confident. What made his eyes narrow wasn't out of alarm of fear.
He was curious.
Before him was a girl standing alone; he could be a lone bird as well, so that didn't disturbed. The fact she was shaking like a maraca made his nose scrunched in a light frown. On top of that, she was still on the floor shaking. His mind can only think of a few problems she had, but instead of fantisizing what kind of drugs she was on, he cooly stated, "What's wrong with you?"
It came out more harshly and accussing then intended, but leave it to Daichi to find the most direct question despite how insensitive it can sound. His eyes loosened from their narrowed condescendiing state as a brow arched in an skeptical analyzing manner, a Vexen tendecy.
"What's wrong with you?" The boy demanded harshly to the cyborg. Alyson, literally squealed and made whimpering-like sound. The white-haired young man was being rather being rude to her and she couldn't help but feel threatened. "Pl-please don't h-hurt me, S-Sir... I'll g-give you m-m-munny I swear....," Alyson stuttered to the boy. She was shaking even worse...she was seriously terrified of this boy, as she felt that he was indeed a strong individual.
The girl emptied her pockets for loose change. She only found 10 munny, but she was desperately hoping he wouldn't hurt her today. "H-here!..." She tossed the munny at him, then watched him carefully, wishing he would accept it and leave her in peace.
"Pl-please don't..." She stuttered again, making she sure that he got her message. What is he going to do now? Will go over to her, see who she really is, and beat her? Or will he take the munny and leave her peacefully? Oh how this situation was stressing the poor cyborg. It was quite pathetic to see her like this.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Sept 3, 2011 0:02:24 GMT -4
This was probably one of the few times he's been shocked since leaving Castle Oblivion. The first was meeting a solidified person from his dreams, but this almost trapped. It was one thing to be shocked in disbelief, but this was more of a shock in surprise in how she twisted his intention so quickly. His mind began reeling if he made any indication that he wanted to rob or mug him.
Then he read her. She was shaking, trembling, and she was bargaining as if her very life was in stake. She begged him to not hurt her. Why would he do such a thing? He looked down feeling munny be tossed at his feet. Looking up at her, he could relate such a sad fear stricken face, and his face slacken to a blank stare. Kneeling down, he started to pick the munny up. Now he didn't find the girl mental at all, she reminded him of a girl who been locked up and abused, so he could only imagine what worse she was thinking and acquainted with.
"Do I have a reason to hurt you?" His words were blunt as he stepped forward casting his shadow over her and squatted down dropping the coins, "And I don't want your munny...so get up."
He stood back up, and then his mind started wonder if he had said the wrong thing. Normally this was the time that Namine would say he was over thinking thing or trying to hard to be 'human'. It was something that can only be helped with time, but for the moment he had to learn fast and bear with the consequences he may cause, "Why do you do that?"
This girl was making him talk more than he ever had, but she was quite an 'odd' thing, cowering, shaking, and begging. It was only natural to be concern and ask, even if his 'concern' ws straight-forward question.
"Do I have a reason to hurt you?" the white-haired boy spoke to Alyson. She didn't reply to his question...she wasn't even looking at him, until he moved towards the cyborg. She was staring at the ground, then looked at his shoes. She wondering what he was going to do now. Clearly, he didn't sound threatening, but why was he walking towards her?
Her question was answered when he dropped the coin in her "normal" hand and asked her to stand up. She obeyed him and slowly got up on her feet, using the wall as support. Her hair was still covering her rainbow eye and her gray jacket covering her steel arm. She was hoping he hadn't noticed them when she got up.
"I'm s-sorry...usually p-people are s-s-scary and like t-to h-h-hurt m-me," she stuttered to the boy. She wanted to talk normally to the boy without stuttering, but for some reason, she was still scared that he may do something horrible to her. Or maybe...he's just like Saxen and he can accept who she really is on the inside. She would be so delighted to have make another friend, but she won't get her hopes up now. She doesn't know who he is or what his intentions are.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Sept 6, 2011 17:58:02 GMT -4
His brows furrowed in a frown as she stuttered, but it was more towards what she said than how she said it. His hands tucked themselves into his pockets as he stared at her cooly. He couldn't help his eyes rolling at her unstableness; he wasn't use to this kind of vulnerability. It was making him uneasy, "Why?"
"They only hurt you if you let them," he stepped forward to pull her off the wall; he coudln't stand the timidness, and his own sense of 'caring' came off demanding. His left hand reached out for her right to pull her forward off the wall only to have her unneccessarily close to him, which he didn't noticed right away. He was too focused on the ordeal, this irritation of weakness,"do you like getting hurt?"
He held her hand tightly for she can't back away from him; it should be obvious (or atleast to him) that he had no intent on hurting her. She never wronged him or Namine, and he wasn't a sadist to go hurting others. Also how could he even managed hurting a girl like her without feeling a sense of grief over it?
"They're just s-scared o-o-of me...It's s-something I d-don't want to talk a-a-a-about..." She was staring at the ground; avoiding his eyes at all cost. He, then, was pulling her closer towards him, and all she could do was wonder what he was doing. "I j-just...don't like h-h-hurting people, e-even if th-they are attacking m-me..." she spoke again.
He was holding her "normal" hand with a firm grip and all she could do was wince. "Y-you're hurting m-me..." She looked up to his chest and noticed how close he really was to her. What was he doing? She slightly blushed, but the boy wouldn't notice since he cannot see her face.
Was it fate that these two met? Will these two be friends?
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Sept 6, 2011 19:07:02 GMT -4
(Tis not bleh, but no matter >O WE SHALL SHAKE ZE BLEEEGH OUT OF CHUUU Daichi: ...we Ellie: >O YES WE YOU HEARTLESS REPLICA! Daichi: ...*walks away* Ellie: o-o shiz T_T I'm soooorrryyyyyyyyyyy ._.;
He merely hummed at the boundary she held up; she didn't want to talk about, and he didn't want to press her. Actually he wasn't sure if he can handle all of that so suddenly. This enough was pushing his social nature to the brink; luckily curiosity was substaining him. Thus far from observing her, he didn't spot anything frightening unless it was describe her as a frightful individual. It was hard to believe that someone who was so scared that they would shake like they had a chill and refuse to look you...scary.
Hearing her complaint, his thoughts shuddered as he withdrew away from her. Tucking his hands away, keeping them to himself, Daichi was becoming more conscious of himself and furthermore more hesitant with his actions; for a moment, he thought a piece of his inhumanity had seeped out.
"You're not completely mental," his apology came out totally different than intended to the point he shocked himself, yet his face was just as still as ever as he paved over his mess-up, "you told me I was hurting you."
This wasn't exactly going well than planned, and self-consciously he crossed his arms over his chest, "If I didn't stop, you would do nothing?"
"It's either be hurt or protect, don't give people an option," the replica snorted thinking of an infamous blonde with a bitchy attitude. He would loathe every moment with her and even give her the satisfaction of affecting him. She was alive and well...unfortunately; luckily he never had to cross her. For this instance and circumstances, he may tolerate her tantrums, abuse, and taunts only to shield another from it.
He took a few steps back and gave her some space. She was felt a little bit awkward when he was close to her and tightly griped her hand...and she just met the boy. She could only guess that he felt somewhat sorry for her and wanted to comfort her, but the way he was talking to her, he wasn't very gentle towards her.
"You're not completely mental..."
Huh? Did he think she was retarded? She avoided making eye contact with him and pouted. It's not a great thing to say to a girl who's been tortured and traumatize by other people. Maybe it was something he accidentally said? She hoped so!
"...you told me I was hurting you... If I didn't stop, you would do nothing?"
It was true! She wouldn't do anything if he was still hurting her. She would take the torture; it was only because she didn't have the heart to hurt anyone. She's totally against violence, even defending yourself, she still thinks it's wrong. He then told her that she shouldn't give people the satisfaction.
"S-sorry...but I j-just don't like h-hurting people," her voice sounded so soft and fragile, yet it sounded so broken. She only thought about what's going to happen next. What will he do: pity her even more or maybe...he would find her weak and just leave her lonely self. Oh how desperate she was to know what the future holds for her.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Sept 9, 2011 18:46:39 GMT -4
"I get that," he replied gentler than before; although he was a source housing so much bitterness and anger, he had his moments where he just wish he knew nothing and was ignorant. With his ignorance he can live peacefully even alongside Namine, he wouldn't have to be angry anymore or have the urge to conduct pain on another, even if they did deserve it. The hostility of a vendetta can be tiring, "but that doesn't mean you have to take the beating either; you don't deserve it."
It was a just statement, and he actually felt confident in saying so; the success of saying something right brough a light smile to his face, but it faltered when he discovered that he still had patches to cover and pave smoothly. Despite how stoic he seemed, he was genuinely uncertain and probably even nervous, which was more apparent at his deminishing eye contanct into glances, "Oh...and sorry if what I've said....before...came out wrong; I'm not used to....talking to people."
"It's...a-alright! I'm n-not great when i-it comes t-to talking t-to p-people also..." Again, the girl was stuttering, but this time...it wasn't as bad before. Maybe it was because she was feeling more comfortable around the white-haired man. She then noticed something; she doesn't even know the boy's name.
"My name i-is Alyson... Wh-what yours?" Her voice; so gentle and sweet. Alyson tilted her head up towards his face and gave him a warm smile. Another person, she thought. Another person who I can be friends with. Maybe this world isn't as bad as I presumed it was. To her, her heart felt so warm when she thought about making even more friends. It was like her exterior of her body is made of ice and that warmth from her heart, melted the frost away.
What does fate have in store for me?
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