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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2014 19:25:02 GMT -8
What lie here was a garden. It was famous for its beauty and fine scenery. It had fountains, meadows, trees, beautiful flowers, a brick path trail, benches, statues, etc. During the revolution, this land was often fought over because the land was free and because of the pollution everything has died. This is nothing more than a graveyard for dead. Instead of burying the dead they cremated them. Fear of having them come back to life. Walking into Seraphim, the grass is dry and dead.Instead of being lively green its brown and rough like hay. Human ashes everywhere. There are no trees. Fountain and statues are broken. Flowers are dried up. The smell of nature is replaced with the smell of burning flesh. The bench is still there and the brick road. The air is thick and foggy and very humid. The garden got the named Seraphim from Hebrew ‘saraph’ meaning ‘to burn.’ The citizens gave it the name because of the smell of burning flesh. Nothing much of this land is left.. accept for fear and sadness.
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Post by TsumiTee on Aug 23, 2014 5:23:45 GMT -8
A lonely wind drifted across the burnt and dead land, ashes being picked up and thrown around in it as the human bodies in the revolution had. The dead black branches of the gnarled twisted trees creaked like snapping bones as they swayed in the lonesom breeze, cause the black material of a black coat to sway to oneside, long, thick black strands doing the same, lazily riding the dead air current.
The breeze faded and the hair fell slowly back into place, cascading down a pale skinned back, her spine faintly seen in the faint and eerie light that haunted the gardens. Scars lined the small of her back, simple lines with what looked like stiches fabricated into them. Holding them together.
A thin strap of fabric was buckled around the center of her spine, another small string bound at the back of her neck, belinging to a small black fitted fabric covering her chest. Her coat was wrapped around her hips, the binding loose but oddly holding it's place. She wore black shorts with a white outline on them, small littke charms tinkling together. A star, skull, chariot, a clenched fist, a broken star and a sword with what looked like tintly sharp teeth lining the blade. Like a chainsaw almost.
She stood tall despite her average height of 5'6. She wore thick combat booths, a charm of a star going up the side.
Everything was quiet as her multi shades of baby blue to abyss blue scanned the area under thick black lashes. Thick black strands that collect around the center of her forhead cloaked her eyes in shadows if she bowed her head, the bright blue rings in her eyes lighting up like a fire. Her pale pink lips were firmly sealed together as if they were never meant to open. Her skin was a porcelin marble white, a faint dusting of pale pink signifying she had some life in her.
It was like she was waiting, but wasn't. Expecting something, but nothing.
Her face was unreadable, no emotion flittering across her gentle almost innocent features.
The stench of death didn't bother her.
She was use to it by now.
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Post by Sinmani on Aug 23, 2014 5:59:56 GMT -8
The very smell of this place was intriguing, it lingers the quintessence of death and beauty. zephyr blew a chillingly touch of cold blistering agony, it swayed the dead petals of those passed flowers in the air. He turned, looking at the broken fountain that dripped its last drops of water, filthy dark stench of water. Time had not been kind to the sight of this garden, but time wasn't to blame here, Revolution was. A single drop of rain came from the dark skys above , the clouds covered the moon light yet it's intensive beam of light often times escape the clench of darkness.
The drop touched his nose, and fell off the tip. Caught off guard, he looked upward at the sky and reached out his tan peach right hand, nothing. Just this lonely drop of rain pushed out from a suffering cloud. His dark brown eyes flustered around,than came down to look at the cemented bench of the garden, he arched forward and grabbed a black burnt rose, it's prickly stem felt hollowed, the thorn had been removed by someone else, the petals had a stain of dew with a sparking red color on it. The blood of a harmed body played on the plant.
Chills ran down his spine, he dared not to touch the hint of blood, perhaps it could be contaminated with a viral infection. He tossed it aside and exhaled a dismal sigh to leave his breath. Adjusting his black leather trench coat afterwards fastening the belt that closed it together. He walked past the bench and into the dead mixture of color, his eyes dreaded the view but what choice did he had. The plants blended nicely with his shoes, black and shining of misery.
He walked into the deep, aimlessly engulfed in overlaying thoughts of death and the unfortunate life's of those whom died here for a cause not worthy of their life's, Truly stupidity mix with frustration and anger but it was coated by the feeling of despair, nothing he could do now.. it wasn't his fault. But he could sense the souls ran about, everyone of them being an agony.
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Post by TsumiTee on Aug 23, 2014 6:30:35 GMT -8
Without even moving, not a single inhale or exhale, a blink or a twitch, a single raindrop fell from the sky, hitting her curved shoulder, trickling down a faint scar of a skull burnt into the otherwise flawless skin. The dark bustling monochrome clouds were lazily moving across the dark sky, the faint moonlight beams almost like bullets in the ever shifting darkness. But suddenly a small crack amongst the monochrome bustled allowed a single bullet to dark right towards her left eye, hifmtting it head on and casting her black lashes in a white glow, the darkest blue shades almost blicking out the light, highlighted amongst the brightness of the moon.
The opposite effect of her eyes in shadow.
Bright like hell fire in the darkness.
Dark like the river styx in the light.
A few black petals pushed by her shoulder, her eyes not attempting to look at them.
A few more silent moments passed before the beam faded, the longest beam she'd ever seen stay alight in this place.
With a soft and faint release of air from her nose, her foot pivotted to the side, her body jolting like a stiff puppet, her eyes briefly gazing at the petals before she turned around in one smooth motion, walking away from the cliff she'd been standing at. The cluff dropped off the gardens, a wasteland of decay and death beneath.
Another breeze picked up her coat as she walked away, towards the bench and fountain she'd seen when she'd found this place.
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Post by Sinmani on Aug 23, 2014 7:06:41 GMT -8
Moments later, he was standing next to the fountain touching the hard edge, where the large chuck of the circular fountain fell off, the sensation of the ceramic material blended with the limestone nicely. It was too dirty for his liking, filth on the inside that covered the sides with a swamp like feature. Disgusting, but still the design from a far looked precise and well crafted, makes him wish he didn't get as close as he did. The smell was disturbing, flesh burnt and smothered in dirt, death wearing human flesh.
He turned away and leaned against it, reached into his pockets and pulled out rectangular shaped box, he pulled on the tab and took out a long white stick of poison, but he was accustomed to it. He looked down at the box and counted how may he had left, not as many as he had wanted. He threw the empty box into the fountain and reached into his other pocket trying to find his lighter. His right pocket, wasn't there. His left, wasn't there. He placed the white cigarette on his soft colored lips and used both of his hands to search through everyone of his pockets.
Getting a tad desperate for the lighter, he knew he wouldn't have much more time if it rained. He sighed and looked down once more, there it was, the green glass~like see through shell stared him down. He silently chucked as his addiction nearly conceived him. He bent over, a feeling sprout as he did, in the distance he could feel a Aroma of a difference fragrances in the air. He stood up an used right fingers thumb to start the ignition while the left hand shield the wind from blowing away the combustible gas. It sparked boldly, at first blue than overtaken by red , the flame danced and he tilted the cigar towards it and inhaled deeply turning off the flame. Waiting for a clear view of the distance, he could sense a uneasy soul around, perhaps another one of his average but this one felt as it was carrying a body by pulling on a series on threads and strings, how fascinating.
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Post by TsumiTee on Aug 23, 2014 7:24:16 GMT -8
The empty girl walked along the path leading back to the maid garden courtyard, hearing the crumbling of stone before she had even gotten there. She walked as if she had somewhere to be but her face and her aura radiated a sort of purposeless outcome. She was a living contridiction and cryptic code all in one.
Mysterious...
Curious...
Dangerous.
As she glimpsed sight of a figure clad in black, the wind rushed byy, throwing her hip hanging coat to the side violently, her long pigtail thrown in the same direction. The dead foliage at her feet helplessly sucumbed to the winds force, weakly being tossed around like rag dolls. The clouds let no moonlight in now as the wind sealed any ceacks, her eyes hell fire bright blue in the darkness.
Yet she continued walking. More scars were revealed on her stomach, her breasts covered by the cropped black material joined at the back, two straps holding it up at the neck.
Elbow lengthed black gloved with white trim covered her arms, fingerless with what looked like small ammo packs on them. The same went for her shorts which now made it clear only just covered a certain area by 10cm max.
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Post by Sinmani on Aug 23, 2014 7:41:48 GMT -8
The image was even a tad worst than he had imagined, the poor girl looked tormented by something far past the brothel of the city. Perhaps she had escape the clutches of the head master, who knows but her delicate body carrying all those scars and wounds corrupted his mind. It was not likely for him to judge a book by its cover but this one seemed like a hard nail staked through the hands of a demon.
He took in a long, deep pull of the cigar, the cigarette's white paper band burnt with a crisp of the herb inside, the distinctive smell of tabbaco replaced the horrifying smell that repulsed his scents. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, it flew upwards towards the sky and just vanished after a few more, he reach into his coat and pulled out Crimson revolver with customized grip that reflected many images of words. The gun was cold as a deceased persons hand, he placed on the fountains edge and crossed his arms awaiting for her to come close enough, he didn't want to cause more violence but if she was a rebel, he would have no choice.
"You there, girl, what are you doing here. This isn't so safe, especially if your running from something." He nearly finished his cigarette unknowns and was close to the filters, the taste of the nasty sponge filed his mouth and he coughed dropping the filter out of his mouth.
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Post by TsumiTee on Aug 23, 2014 8:22:39 GMT -8
The wind died down and her hell fire blue eyes looked at the man under thick lashes, stopping in her tracks at the sight of the gun.
Her night black hair framed her face as her pale pink lips parted slightly in thought. It was a flash of emotion, a faint fragment before it vanished again.
She extended her arm to the side, the small ammo packs glistening metaliclly, her eyes suddenly releasing a blue flame from them, a small flame sparking from her extended hand, swirling into a black heavy artillery gun cannon.
A sudden creak crashed behind the man, the wind having uprooted a thick dead oak. It fell in his direction, bound to atleast throw him into a wall,.the impact bone shattering.
Before it could hit him though, a blue flaming shard of rock flew past his head, breaking the tree in half after several.more that came grom her canon.
The tree had been destroyed before it could even touch him.
He was safe.
Yet the whole time she had been silent, standing with her body to the side, her left arm outstretched in the direction of where the tree had been, smoke rising from the barrel.
A long silent moment passed before she released all the used shells. Them clinking on the floor.
" ... "
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Post by Sinmani on Aug 23, 2014 10:03:45 GMT -8
He continued coughing for a few seconds and look up at the girl, her eyes where as if a light had just died inside of her. Odd, but he didn't consider it out this world. The crackling noise behind his head didn't alarm him, instead he was quite focused on her. She called of different, this stream of time casted a wave of depression and fear into the citizens of N.R, but her aroma didn't lure of any negativity. He could of sworn she exposed a glimpse of fear, or perhaps something more.
In sudden rush, a blue shard lit on fire ran over his head, instantly his reaction was that she misfired. "Yo-" the impact of the shard was to close than he had expect, he rapidly turned and watched as the tree was falling in two pieces now. He blinked. And in that short instance the tree seemed to detonate into wooden dust, his hand launched quickly onto his revolver.
The dust made it difficult to see, fused with the thick fog this air became toxicity to the breathing. ("Saw dust") He thought as he covered his mouth and nose with the top of his trench coat, the dust soon overtook the fog. The man cloaked with the surroundings, to the man this happened because she shot the tree or try to shoot him. He was confused, maybe even dazed due to air quality, but he acted quickly and disappeared. A few coughs later and no sound was left, now he just awaited the saw dust to clear up.
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Post by TsumiTee on Aug 23, 2014 10:16:15 GMT -8
She watched blankly as the saw dust enveloped the man, the dust cloaking her from sight. Her eyes glowed through the fog and the blue fire faded from her eyes, the rings of her multi blue shades illuminated.
Her chest didn't rise.
She wasn't breathing while in the fog and it will only be fir so long until her lusngs burn for air. It began to thin out but her whole chest quivered as a burning ring was crushing her lungs.
She didn't show the pain.
She wouldn't.
She couldn't.
The wind thinned it out more and if a few seconds she suddened gasped for air, her breathing harsh and it sounded painful by just hearing.
She fell to her knees, her face portraying the act of breathing but her eyes glistened with pain.
She held her throat with one hand, the other on the dead ground, her head bowed as she breathed raggedly, her shoulders shuddering violently, her hair cover her face.
The saw dust had faded into the wind and she was just knelt there, breathing deeply.
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Post by Sinmani on Aug 23, 2014 11:24:23 GMT -8
Laser, Laser, laser, laser, laser, crackle.
The sound of the guns cylinder spinning and rapidly being reloaded was heard, than fell silence. His vision was just as bad but he expected maybe even worst, he closed them and glimpsed here and there.
He laughed behind the shield of his trench coat out of harm, she was checking due to her poor amount of clothing. Out of the saw dust appeared a piercing light of red, than 5 more. All of them surrounding her and stiffly being placed on the ground.
The dust began to clear.
The trembling from the impact feel apart and went silent.
And in the clearing air, in front of the girl stood the man, his gun cocked and aim right for her head. A punch of classic pin grenades are wired around her, and secured that she couldn't walk out of the circle.
"Well pretty lady, I don't think you know where you are . If not. Let me tell ya, you're in a place where your sex is only used for sex." He laughed once more, deep inside a remorse feeling over came him, it was his defence mechanism. To become what he was now when in front of danger, he kneed in front of her and turned on his laser and pointed it around the top of the black cloth examining her body. She was obviously abused if so than his abuse wouldn't be new to her.
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Post by TsumiTee on Aug 23, 2014 12:03:49 GMT -8
Her head was still a firey blue as she looked silently at the man from under thick black lashes. A faint layer of dust covered her flawless porcelin marble skin. She felt the gun and just silently tilted her head, her midnight black hair brushing her heart shaped face. She understood what he had meant, her own mother had run a brothel and sold her own daughter's body for money.
No.
Not her.
Her sister.
But one day a transaction went wrong as suddenly the brothel was a blood house.
Her mother was on the run...
And she was going to hunt her down and make her suffer.
For her sister's restless soul.
But her mother had trained her in some art of seduction.
It wasn't her way of working with sex craving fiends but it worked most the time when a bullet found their lustful hearts.
She softened her gaze, subtly biting her full pale pink bottom lip, relaxing her body, allowing her chest to lean into the gun, her breathing shallow, giving the impression that she was weak and submissively dominated.
Smart girls live longer.
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Post by Sinmani on Aug 26, 2014 1:51:05 GMT -8
He smirked silently, now the women tried to make him head his mind by teasing his other head. What a joke, a nearly insult to his intelligence. He moved his cold revolver from her chest and moved it downwards on her breast than forward upwards intending to place it on her lips. He clicked the back of the gun and leaned forward. He whispered to her. "Oh darling. I'm not your average customer." The breath of his last cigarette linger in his breath, he was an often smoker but now he was force to quit.. He didn't like this idea at all.
He breathed in her hair, the smell of dust wasn't his favorite but God was everything else exhilarating, his type of chick. A dark, tormented female with a twisted body. He goes lower and reaches behind his back and takes out a pair of hand cuffs. He looks down to her fragile hands and kicks the weapon out of her hand, he looks at her eyes,calm and average. Yet another think he didn't like, he figured he could change that very soon.
He leaned forward placing the gun onto her teeth, he laughed and spoke once more. "Sex is everything to it." He quickly cuffed one of her hands to his and look at her in a challenging way.
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Post by TsumiTee on Aug 26, 2014 2:11:11 GMT -8
She hated the smell of smoke, it always reminded her of the darked and deepest parts of her mother's brothel. Smoke and Blood suits, her mother used to call them.
She never asked why although she had a sickening hunch.
The cold steel against her wrist didn't pull any emotion from her features, her long black hair swaying slightly in another dead breeze. Her firey blue eyes were just staring to the floor, giving up her charade on the dominated girl.
Like she said, it wasn't her style.
But this was.
She quickly shifted from her knees to a crouch, sweeping her right leg out towards the back of his knees, her foot catching the weakest parts, causing his legs to fall out beneath him, then second his body hit the floor, she pounced onto his back, using her knees to grind into his spine. She used the cuff chain to wrap his cuffed hand's arm around his neck, pinning his other hand half way up his back, pulling up to make fresh discomfort.
He was pinned and for good measure she slammed her boot toe into the weak parts of his knees again before kicking the cold revolver away. Her softly pale pink lips parted, a faint intake of breath as if she was going to speak.
" I... don't have time... for this." her voice was almost a whisper, smooth like silk, soft like snow. It was gentle and almost heart warming.
But it carried the dead tone of torment in it, reflecting the many shades of her blue eyes.
Many layers of torment.
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Post by Sinmani on Aug 26, 2014 2:34:05 GMT -8
His face across the dirty and dusty floor, he could feel the linger of blood trail from the top of his nose. His arm felt marvelous, last time the bitch that put up this much of fight ended up getting fucked till she bleed her very last drops of life. He laughed once more and and used his legs to grab her from under the arms and throw her back. Since she was cuffed to him, he quickly turned and brace for the pain fulfilling enjoyment. It tugged and caused a hard blood mark to form, he than fell from her body force falling off him.
He didn't mind it, the floor was cool and relaxing. Lying next to her with the cuffs in between them he spoke .
"You know we could just get over it and you could go your way. I'll try not to break your waist... Or your fucken nose." He uses his free hand to struck her in the side of her body. He didn't use all his force , just enough to make her lose her breath.
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