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- Cesaer's robust body felt tepid to the touch to Cosette's arms that were constricting around his toned frame. Since he was partly already heading for the hole, they both tumbled to the floor, more specifically to the edge of the crater. While the fall took place, he protectively wrapped his arms around her, most likely by instinct. Her eyes finally opened, revealing to her that her body was half way dangling into the abyss. Her rifle, Casanova, descended into the hole and vanished. Fighting to catch her breath, terror came over her person. Cesar's glasses had fallen in between the two, sharply digging into her shoulder. Several whimpers escaped her windpipe from the scanty irritating sting it caused.
Issac disappeared below into the aperture, darkness absorbing him out of their sight. Cesaer composed the both of them, and leaned on Cosette's shoulder requesting for Damon to help them up. Cosette wasn't planning on letting go of him anytime soon. Fear still was fresh in her mind, along with remorse. She had lost two Arcana to unknown fate; regardless if they didn't admire one another, they were all still like a family. However, Damon never got the chance to fulfill Cesaer's request. The clamorous, disintegrating floor had finally gave way under them.
The only thing they could see was darkness. She tugged tighter on his jacket as they continued to plummet downwards. Cesaer began blatantly cursing boisterous enough to wake the dead out of their graves, more specifically the World Arcana. That was who the foul words were directed towards, even though he was long gone. Cosette had never seen him this enraged. She was petrified at his uncontrollable fury and was left in dismay, still listening to his never ending stream of insults.
Some time after, the atmosphere changed. Even with her eyes shut, the brilliance of the sun shined through and lit up the area. She opened her eyes and displayed to her was a new blue sky, complete with a plethora of clouds and a sun. They soon approached the masses of water floating in the air, passing through the thin film of water particles resulting in them and their clothes becoming drenched. She groaned and wiped her face on her own shoulder, to get rid of the water droplets obstructing her vision.
The wind collided into their bodies, causing Cosette's loose kimono and her bright hair to flail around wildly. If she wasn't so closely knit to Cesaer, she would have been stripped of her clothing, and she was thankful that wasn't the case. Cesaer shouted towards the ground, puzzling Cosette. She looked up, or rather, down and there was Isaac. The ground was now visible with detail, which means that they were closing in. She had no doubt in her mind that Isaac definitely wouldn't use his air ability, because of his childish ways. He didn't seem resourceful, but Cosette hoped that he would prove her dead wrong.
Cesaer summoned a giant black shadow that advanced towards their position, resembling a cloud. It ate Isaac like he was a french fry, and they soon were swallowed in tow. It plummeted towards the ground, but nonetheless. Softened their fall. It popped open, and the three Arcana oozed out of the shadow made mass like it was a jelly – filled donut.
Her and Cesaer landed on the ground, with her on top of him in a obscene position. She blushed with embarrassment which quickly turned to freight when he offensively scorned her, instructing her to get off of him. His remark resulted in her hastily obeying his wishes, immediately standing up and straightening herself out. She disliked this more malicious side of Cesaer. He always had been corrupt, but not to this intensity. He obviously didn't hate them, because he was mildly interested in their well being. After Isaac answered Cesaer's question, she uttered a small, ”I'm okay . . .” Not speaking loud or with confidence, she didn't want to take the chance of making Cesaer any more pissed off then he already was.
A small way across from where they landed, was her rifle. She paced over towards it, picking it up with a slight struggle. Her arms ached from hold on to Cesaer for so long. Inspecting each little inch of the rifle, she cocked it just in case she required its assistance. Isaac described where they were with ease. She was impressed by the Fool. He actually had some knowledge. She knew he had to be good at something. She nodded to his question, agreeing on finding the nearest town. ”You better not be wrong.” Cesaer's personality change had affected her too, putting her in a awful mood. She slung the rifle over her shoulder and walked over to Cesaer and Isaac. ”Are you going to lead the way?” She wondered where the rest of the Arcana were, and hoped that they wouldn't meet an untimely demise.
( December 26, 2009 ) | ( word count -- 828 )
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWaking up in a daze just like every other morning, the young and restless Stella Addison rubbed her eyes in an attempt to eradicate the blurry vision inherited from her long, agitating sleep. Deep slumber wasn't an option that night, because in, it was the night before her long awaited, big trip. The trip she has been waiting for all her life. The time when you finally leave the prison called home, and spread your wings to fly. She was supposed to leave when she had turned ten a year ago, but she was deathly afraid to leave her doting mother and hard as nails father. But this time was going to be different. There would be no more giving up. This was finally her time to shine; Nothing and no one had the power to stop her now. Despite the extreme deprivation of sleep, she stood up straight onto her hard wood floor enthusiastically, not wasting a second spending any excess time laying around lazily in her soft, silky bed. Outside her window was the crisp spring morning. The dazzling sun glared through the slits of Stella's mahogany blinds, illuminating her room with it's natural glow. Stella stood on her toes, out stretching her arms high up as she let out a yawn that could be well heard throughout the average – sized two story house. “What a nice day for expedition along with new beginnings, teehaa ~ !” Her voice was not shrill nor too buttoned up, but somewhere at the midpoint of the two. Only at the ripe age of eleven, Stella still possessed her youthful qualities including but not limited to the absence of acne and vividly rosy cheeks. Her lanky body was visibly fragile and petite, just barely weighing in on the scale at about seventy five pounds.
She took excited, fast – paced steps towards the opposite side of her room, eager to pack up her bags and to leave for her journey. Seizing all of her favorite outfits from both her closet and dresser, she had managed to cram a plethora of clothes into her restricted button up white bunny – shaped backpack. She crawled out of her yellow plaid pajamas and threw them into the dirty laundry hamper, and slipped into a fresh, extravagant black dress with snow white lace embroidered along its many edges. She placed her signature black crown atop her strawberry blonde hair and smiled her bright smile towards her reflection in the clear mirror mounted on the wall. She hastily pulled on her knee high white socks one at a time, and slipped her tiny feet into two matching black tie – up running shoes her father had gotten her just for this special occasion; All the latest trainers had them ! He had also bought her a belt used to hold exactly six poke balls around the waist, for easy access in case of battle. Quickly, she strapped the belt over her shoulder like a messenger bag as she raced down the stairs two at a time. She searched for a water bottle in her refrigerator while simultaneously yelling across the house. ”Mother ! It's time to go, like, now !” She slammed the refrigerator door shut after grabbing what she needed and grabbed her mother's hand, who had barely time to even reply to the statement Stella screamed merely a couple seconds earlier. Still clasping the larger in size motherly hand, she raced towards the door with as much speed as she could manage while also dragging her flabbergasted Mother at the exact same time. As she reached the door, she flung it open with a smirk as the fresh, floral – smelling spring air filled the doorway.
Stella's face beamed. This was the first step towards freedom. Judging by the sun's position in the bright blue sky, it was probably around the early time of ten a.m. as the mother and daughter set out onto the pavement in front of their wooden abode. ”Oh, mother ! I'm just so excited. You know how long I've been waiting for this day to finally come.” Her mother smiled as she witnessed her daughter's true happiness. ”I know, Stella. Now it's finally come.” It was hard for both of them to hold back from tear up at the thought of separating from one another, but there always comes a time when the young bird must leave the caring nest, to simply learn to fly.
Stella continued to pull her mother in tow, as they came up upon a humble sign that read “PALLET TOWN : Shades of your journey await !” It fit the current setting perfectly, like the final piece in a jigsaw puzzle. This motivation increased the joyful skip of the young lady, as she longed to meet up with her two comrades. To the left of her, was route twenty one, a north – south water passage leading to Cinnabar island. The glistening water reflected the light from the sun in a beautiful way, which seemed even more beautiful with every glance in that direction. The faint silhouette of her friends Lina and Riley became ever so very clear with every step forward, and soon after a couple of seconds the fast – paced steps became large leaps as she finally reached the duo. Jumping onto both of them, with her arms going around each of their respective shoulders she let out a giggle. ”Guys, oh guys ! Today's the big day, the one we've been waiting for !” She couldn't hold back from squealing with the thought of getting together her very first pokemon team and setting out on an adventure with her two favorite people. ”So what do you say ? Let's head straight over to Professor Oak's lab and get our pokemon !” Just like she had done to her mother, she gripped both of their wrists and dragged them behind, requiring more effort but it was worth it.
In the distance, the metallic building became larger until they were all in front of its exterior. The automatic door whizzed open with a electrical noise, and she pranced over to the Professor's seat in which he was perched in. He had been a family friend for years. Pallet town was rather small in comparison to the other cities in the Kanto region, so every citizen knew and liked one another. ”Oh professor ~ It's our big day !” He let out a gruff sigh, and stood up. He seemed agitated from dealing with eager children every year, but none the less he did his job just like he was required and payed to do. ”I know, I know. Here's your pokedex. You each get one for yourself. You can use it to archive the pokemon you've come in contact with, and it will prove useful if you use it correctly.” His arm rose up and shot to the left, his hand forming a stern pointing finger towards a table with three poke balls rested in their own respective spots. ”Take your pick, and choose wisely.” That sentence was all it took to make Stella squeal with immense, uncontrollable joy. She ran over and grabbed the poke ball with a fire - shaped imprint on it, and held it cupped in her hand. She immediately knew that was her choice, and clicked the small button on the front, and the poke ball grew considerably in size. She threw it, and a bright, blinding white light filled the room, and settled into a lizard shaped body of light.
( January 24, 2010 ) | ( word count -- 1275 )
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- As all the lounging infected were shot down by Grant, Scott paced closely along side of his new favorite zombie – killing partner. Scott's eyes wandered across the desolate scenery aimlessly; even though he should have been searching around for something that could potentially kill him, unfortunately, even the Infection didn't have the necessary importance to change his wandering nature. Unless something was straight in his face, about to smash him against the floor multiple times, he probably wouldn't notice it on his life. He held his Chrome Shotgun lazily on his shoulder. He made a strap for it out of an old shirt he found and it sure did come in handy. Not only did it keep him comfortable during these long scavenges, it prevented any blisters from forming due to prolonged gun holding. Even during the aftermath of a disaster, Scott swore to never lose his looks. His previous employment didn't include any arduous work like this, (unless you count making bitchy customers coffee arduous), so he was still getting sort of used to the feeling of being a zombie hunter.
If it wasn't for Grant's elbow pushing into his arm, Scott's mind would have probably wandered into places where it shouldn't be. Scott winced for a second, and looked at Grant with sort of an annoyed look, and waited for him to say whatever cheesy joke that popped in his head. “So, she some past flame of yours that won't let go? `Cause she hasn't done s**t to us and just seems to be following us.”
Scott rolled his eyes immediately. Is he sure that he didn't staple her mouth shut, and screw her ? I mean, he's the only desperate hobo here.
Before Scott could even cringe at the thought of having sexual relations with a Spitter, Grant was at it again with his lame jokes.
“A couple months isn't that long and we don't get along all that great, and I know what's your business is yours; but if you're having some 'bam-presto, alakazam' time with a Spitter I want to know. It's just been us two so far and I don't want to shoot the love of your life. Not that it would be so bad. Bros before ho`s you know?”
This is when Scott decided to finally reply. "Oh, bros before hoes, huh ? Maybe I should just shoot you, then. I mean that so called Spitter probably has more balls then you."
Scott laughed distastefully at his own joke and his laughter died down just as fast as it built up. "There probably aren't even any Spitters near here. You're probably just hungry, sick, or tired. So put a lid on it."
Even though he was being an a*****e, to be fair, Scott was in a particularly bad mood that day. Supplies were running short and every bullet they had was of great importance. Soon, they would have to venture farther out of his comfort zone, into places he didn't know. Scott had come to like the old casino, and all of it's little treasures inside. It was relatively big and spacious, and had enough room for a lot of people to hold out in. However, soon, they were going to have to move on to another safe place. Scott dreaded the day, and tried to do away with the thought by all means-- including yelling at Grant.
“Anyway, anything else you want to grab while we're out here, Princess? I'm already getting bored. And I hate hearing that Spitter.”
Scott couldn't help but blush and laugh a little under his breath. It's not like Scott thought Grant was unfunny most of the time; at first, when he first met Grant, Scott laughed out of embarrassment and courtesy, but after he realized that the only people around them for the past couple months were rabid zombies, he began to regularly laugh at Grant's witty words simply for the humor of them. But-- as everyone knows, there is always an immature little boy behind every joker.
“There's nothing to beat up except for a small fry. My frying pan is getting lonely. HEY IS ANYONE OUT THERE? LET ME SHOW YOU A MAGIC TRICK. ”
If there was anything that Scott wouldn't laugh at, it would be obviously stupid remarks like this.
"Just when I think you were getting sort of funny, you proved me wrong yet again-- are you even a real magician ?-- and no, the Princess thinks we're set to head back to base." Scott spoke in a girly, flamboyant voice which had only a slight difference in his normal pitch and accent. He did a one eighty and turned over towards Grant with his eyelashes deliberately batting. "What, aren't you going to carry the princess ? I'm not going to carry myse-- Holy s**t. Get down, right now."
Scott hastily reached for his shotgun and aimed the barrel above at the mutated figure towering up on a building behind Grant. Green, acidic ooze was streaming from above, and pooled on the floor in a bubbly puddle. "Looks like it was that Spitter you were talking about. Looks like shes mighty real, alright. I'm glad you aren't having any homeless delusions. Now, let's take care of this, shall we ?" As soon as he pumped his shotgun, as if by reflex, the Spitter shot out a cascade of acid straight at the two.
"Get out of the way !" Scott propelled himself over to the side and managed to get out of harms way-- for the most part. His pant leg was covered sparsely in the noxious infected juice, and trembled as it began to seep through his clothes.
( June 10, 2010 ) | ( word count -- 954 )
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- xxxxxxThe wind whispered through her long, golden locks, leaving a frenzy of hair trailing along her back. The flock of birds adjacent to her chirped frantically as she intruded into the centermost point of their legion of feathers. A few impressive spirals later, she dipped forward and declined into a downward arc, pulling slightly above as she reached the glossy surface of the Smallville local lake. After sharing a gaze with her reflection in the water for quite some time, she ascended upwards and basked in the free air, enjoying the view of the extremely suburban town. Sparsely littered across a few miles were humble box-shaped houses with verdant shrubbery largely filling the spaces in between. A single monarch butterfly fluttered past her eyes and ascended upwards. Intrigued by the little insect, she trailed it, treading softly in midair. Just as her hands formed a makeshift cave for the butterfly to take a seat on, her joyride was abruptly interrupted by a rude jerk on the back of her overalls▬ by none other than 'Mr. All-work-and-no-play himself', Clark Kent.
“How many times do I have to repeat this, Jessica? No flying▬”
Jessica flipped her hair with annoyance, the gesture not quite qualifying as on the sly.
“During daylight hours, I know. I just feel so fenced in sitting in the house all day.”
Clark pulled her towards the ground with a slight tug, and put his hands on his hips in a stern, austere fashion.
”If anyone ever sees you using your powers▬ we'll be done for."
Before she had time to respond, another figure drew closer in the sky, and landed on the grassy field, alongside Clark.
”Connor, must you be such a primitive brute? Do you have any idea what would happen if someone had just seen you pull that stunt just now? We'd be all done for. Correct, Clark?”
Her clenched fist extended forward and opened in front of her, and revealed the Monarch butterfly, now crumpled and bereft of life in her palm. She dumped the remains of the bug onto the field, and proceeded to check out her nails in a snobby fashion.
”However, on a much more pressing note, when are you boys taking little old me to Metropolis to bust some lips?”
Connor began to levitate and fly back to the house and responded as he left, scantily clad in a smug smile. ”That's a mans job, babe. Stay in the kitchen with the other chicks.”
With a roll of her eyes, she skimmed forward behind Connor, but made sure to stay close to the ground, in an attempt to keep Clark and his bothersome criticism at bay. He opened the front door for her, and made a chivalrous gesture. ”Whoever said chivalry was dead has obviously never met you, Connor.”
He winked in her direction and flew over next to Clark. ”Ready to go?”
Jessica glided swiftly toward the duo, and grabbed Connors arm. ”Honestly, the two of you! How could you think of leaving me here, with nothing to do but stare blankly at cows all day?”
Clark raised a hand to his brow in frustration, and shook his head from side to side.
”Alright, you can come. But if you do anything stupid▬ you'll regret it. Okay?”
Jessica gave a bright smile, and a thumbs up. ”Roger that, big S.”
She turned around and run up the path to the doorway, and flew up the stairs, to go redress herself in her makeshift 'costume.' Connor pivoted to Clark with a trenchant expression plastered on his face.
”Damn, Clark. Just a couple of whines from a pretty skirt is all it takes to work you? I can see why Lois likes you so much..”
Clark crossed his hands and smirked. ”I'm surprised that the two of you have been able to stay out of trouble for this long. I really think she's making steady improvement▬ she's only broken three doors, two walls, and only one television this week.”
Connor rolled his eyes and looked over at the front door. ”Yeah. Reaaal nice improvement there. Whats taking her so long, anyways?”
A high pitched voice chimed in from the roof of the house; ”Keep your pants on, boys. I'm right here.”
Jessica descended slowly, and floated to just above Clark.
”I had to make an entrance. But do you like the costume? I made it a week or two ago.”
Her pointer finger aimed at the center of her white, midriff-exposing t-shirt, upon which a large, red 'S' was imprinted.
”Get it? Super▬”
Her pointed finger traveled to her face.
”▬Girl. Wonderful, isn't it?”
Connor began to ascend higher without his companions.
”Alright, we get it▬ your costume looks nice and skanky. Now can we please get a move on, Supergirl?”
She pulled her shirt down a bit in retaliation to his statement, and flew a few feet short of Clark and Connor▬ now suited up as Superman and Superboy▬ up into the upper atmosphere.
xxxxxxGotham City, in all of it's dark, gloomy pride and glory, was now in sight on the horizon. Supergirl propelled forward, and began to fly upside down, facing Superman.
”Why are we going to doom and gloom central?”
Without looking down, he responded; ”Batman needs some help with something▬ probably won't take too long.”
Supergirl glanced over at the glowing bat insignia illuminated across the contrasting jet black starlit sky.
”What kind of problem are we dealing with, chief?”
Superboy retorted with celerity; ”A problem that you're not dealing with. Superman and I can handle it. Stay above, where you can't get in the way.”
Supergirl's right fist clenched tightly.
”Keep in mind that I can break your jaw.”
Being the natural mediator that he is, Superman interrupted the two before someone decided to get physical.
”Listen Supergirl, just steer clear of this one, okay? Sometimes you have to step back and look at the big picture. You can think about what that really means while you wait for us to finish up, okay?”
Supergirl grimaced with immediate dissatisfaction, but nodded with compliance, albeit hesitantly.
”As for us▬ it's showtime. Ready Superboy?”
With a single burst of rapid speed, Superboy and Superman reached groundlevel, adjacent to a bank. The sound of the blaring alarms leaked out of the gaping hole in the wall, where the front door should have been present. A sleek buzz accompanied the engine of the equally sly Batmobile, which had sped down the road Superman and Superboy drew closer to the intersection of Ersatz Boulevard and Empire Street. Out of the futuristic-esque styled car doors climbed out the Dynamic Duo▬ Batman and Robin. Supergirl, now solely flying above a skyscraper, began to scan her newly painted red nails for any discrepancies. Oh, sure. It's much more safe for a human child and his trinkets than it is for me? What a distasteful joke. She glanced down just in time to see Superboy's face getting rammed in by the fist of Superman's infamous copy, Bizzaro while Superman looked like he was playing metahuman arm wrestle with Solomon Grundy, who subsequently caught the Man of Steel off guard with a swift kick to the chest. Behind them, a flash of brown seeped out of the trashed bank and took for the skies. It appeared to be a gargantuan bat with a humanoid figure, with sacks of money tied to it's waist. Supergirl examined the scene below as Superman's attempt to follow Man-Bat was thwarted by Solomon Grundy when his colossal fist gripped onto Superman's scarlet cape and flung him in the opposite direction. Before veering along after the escaped creature, Supergirl blew a dainty kiss over at her comrades▬
”au revoir ~”
( November 01, 2010 ) | ( word count -- 1314 )