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 Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 11:22 pm
■║§peechless║■ If I cannot see, is it you who will guide me...
If I cannot breathe, shall you do it for me...
If I am broken, will it be you to collect the pieces...
If I am hideous, will only you see my beauty...
If I cannot cry, will you release me...
If I cannot speak, will you leave me
Speechless?  •The Story•
He was born into that world and raised in it. Growing up, he was taught all he needed to know. For merchandise should not be unintelligent but neither should it be clever. At the ripe age of sixteen, he was plucked like a waiting seed and sold. Bought just as quickly, he became prized and worth more money than any thing like it. It was his beauty, his grace, his manner. He had a way about him, something so unlike the others and completely indescribable. He thrived in this world. Knew only it and survived. Each show, he performed his best. Each day, he remained hidden.
He never knew anything else than what he was told...
Until one day not long after he'd just turned eighteen, by pure accident, he caught sight of what the real world looked like, beyond his chains and collars. Beyond the violations and beatings. Beyond the cold rooms and bright lights. Beyond the sharp and hurtful voices of his careless masters.
And he hungered for it.
And when he escaped, hell broke loose. He ran. Oh, he ran and ran, tears rolling down his cheeks, half naked down the streets. That is, until they caught him and dragged him into an alley. And they proceeded to beat a lesson into him, a beating that would scar him forever...
But you, you see only the most beautiful man in the world. And you see him run down that street, free and alive. Smiling a smile that could make the heavens jealous. And then you see, dark hands suddenly grab him and take him into an alley. You're worried and whatever motivates may it be curiosity for the urge for justice, you look. And what you see stirs something in you. And it is you, that steps in. You do not know who this man is or what these monsters are doing or even why...but you intend to stop it.
And this is where our story begins...he is running, running freely down that street...speechless... •The Rules•
LITERACY
This is an advanced to expert role play and is for the literate only. I may or may not allow semi-literate. This will depend. For the role play, I expect you to use proper grammar and punctuation usage. This means capitalization, periods where they're supposed to be, commas where necessary, and correct spelling. I understand people make mistakes, so I won't outright punish you for slip-ups and such. But if it's a post to post ordeal, I will bring it up to you, privately. This also means, no one-liners! There is not a single situation where this could ever occur! Therefore, I expect plenty of description. Give everyone something to work with, make your character. A minimum of three to five sentences is required per post. I do understand that all of us can get writer's block but at least try. Trying will at least keep the role play going. Be creative and have fun!
POSTING
I expect at least one post, once a week. I understand that for some of us, there are more important things to do. And no one is obligated to post nor take this one hundred percent seriously. However, if you join, then it means you're interested, so be interested. Don't force yourself if you really do not want to. Surprise! Life actually happens. But given this, at least tell me, I'm an extremely patient and understanding person. Trust me, I get uber busy too and sometimes my posts are lacking and you will never hear the end of my apologies.
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** I reserve the right to add and/or edit the rules as I see fit.
*** NOTE! Please PM me your profile with the title Blind. I will not accept any posted on the actual forum and will ask you then to remove your post. Also, I would appreciate it if you kept to the profile skeleton. Thank you! ^^ •The Characters•
RUROUNI MORI
My name is...
Elliyon
I am...
Eighteen Years Old
I was born a...
Male
My tastes desire...
Only Men
They see me...
Elliyon was born into the world of slavery, both sexually and usefully. He is quiet and extremely obedient. When a hand is raised, he does not flinch but only prepares for the hit. He does not cry when abused in any way and appears to be very loyal. He is calm and sweet, his heart secretly kind.
The truth is...
Growing up, he was taught how to speak only what was necessary, therefore, hardly at all. He was taught how to eat properly, along with all the normal things anyone should ever need to know. But there was much he wasn't taught. Like history, philosophy, how to write, math beyond that of elementary, and anything one would learn from junior high and high school. But he is no child. He understands a lot but his emotions and way of thinking are twisted as he was raised in such a horrible manner. Elliyon is not stupid but he has much to learn on how to really be a human, in the real world.
One thing he does understand...his heart.
So I look like this...
SPIRAL INSANITY
My name is...
Chance Larue
I am...
22
I was born a...
Male
My tastes desire...
Bi-sexual
They see me...
Chance is an optimistic person, he does not like to let the bad things in life keep him down. He is a pacifist most of the time, but when strongly motivated he can be expected to raise his fists. He does not like to hate other people, gossip, nor make quick judgments. Chance is a loyal friend, he is the one you can go to when you do not want to alone. His ear and shoulder are always available to his friends. Despite this kind nature, Chance loves to use his sarcasm, and make witty comments to his friend's. He means no harm by his playful nature, it is just an odd part of who he is.
The truth is...
Chance has never let life get him down, even when things seemed bleak. His mother was woman who worked hard to provide for the family she had left which was him. His father had left at an early age, he got caught in affair with a co-worker. The man went off and started another of family of his own. Chance had always believed that his father left out of guilt, but whenever he went to see the man, the belief slowly diminished. Seeing him so happy made unsettling feelings stir inside him, there unnatural forces tried claw their way into his heart. How could someone be so happy when they had caused some one else so much pain and despair? His mother had broken so completely, that even to this day there are pieces of her shattered soul that are still missing. Yet she hides the holes of her soul so well, that sometimes Chance forgets that she is not all there. His mother is a woman who has a heart for the first true love, and that love only. The time in Chance's life where his darkest secrets came to life where when his mother's soul was shattered and when she was trying to repair his torn soul.
Everyone has those times in life when the sweet seduction of darkness is just to tempting to resist.
So I look like this...
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:32 pm
Strands of silver danced through the air, flowing on the winds of movement. Pale naked flesh gleamed with perspiration. He was running, running as hard as his long elegant legs could carry him. Blue crystalline orbs sparkled with tears. Tears of join, of innocence, of fear and an emotion beyond any real words. Something one experiences in their first moments of freedom, individualism and newfound strength. One arm forward, the other back, his chest tilting back and forth with the repetition of each long stride. The cool air caressing his naked torso. It teased the openings of his pants, hugging the strips of leather. Or what could be considered pants. They were merely various belts and strips of leather fashioned into something of exotic pants.
And the pavement beneath his naked feet. The smells. The sounds. They threatened to drown him and yet make him soar. There was so much, almost too much, beyond words. Beyond anything he had ever imagined. Stores of clothing he had never seen. Stores for books - realizing then that he never knew so many had existed. Various stands and shops selling all kinds of foods. The lights that lined the roads as cars rushed on by. The sun. It was just starting its descent. And it had never looked so beautiful until now.
He couldn't stop smiling. He wanted to laugh and to scream all at once. But his air was devoted to his running. He never wanted to stop. There were so many people. Each looked so different from the other. And all were an individual, or consensual. No leashes, no chains. Nothing to bind them in their daily lives that were often times taken for granted. But their judging eyes did not matter to him. They went by unnoticed as he rushed on down that street.
But he could feel it, the unfamiliar strain on his body taking its toll. The tightening of his lungs, the burning in his thighs. But he wasn't ready to stop yet. No, Elliyon would keep going. Nothing could stop him now.
But they were ready for him in that secretive, dark and foreboding alley. Their dark hands reached forward like the tethers of fate and ripped him from his dreams. A hand covered his mouth just in time to hide his cry. He bit down on the hand only to be slammed hard into the brick wall, the remaining air diminished from his lungs. Gasping and choking, a hand reached forward around his neck. A half strangle. Three shadowed men were before him. His ultimate masters. Gritting his teeth, he would fight. He knew a better world existed and he would get there somehow.
Kicking hard, there was another curse before a heavy fist slammed into his face. Then his legs and arms became immobile. Straining hard, panic filled his veins. Raising those sweet eyes of his, he met three pairs. Each filled with something beyond terrifying. And the pain began. First a couple of backhands, then some punches. A few times he was slammed into the wall. Choked on and off. Kneed in the gut several times. One even pulled a knife and began making tiny slices across his beautiful chest. Blood ran down the entirety of him. Bruises covered him. But they weren't done.
And the tears wouldn't stop, his quiet sobs unheard. But still, he never once screamed or cried out...because he knew it wouldn't matter in the end. They wouldn't scar him and they wouldn't kill him. He was their property and he made them money. So he would live and he would suffer.
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Spiral Insanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 7:10 pm
When one spots a beautiful person, most expect to have that one moment where time stops just for you. You meet eyes with that person and everything in the world makes sense. Those people get married and have long, happy life together. A nice fairy tale wrapped up for the suckers called children. Though what if you spot someone beautiful, but it isn't the moment of 'love at first sight'. It is more like you are so beautiful, gorgeous even, but I don't want you. Yet you still want to remember that person, have that face burned to your mind. So is it wrong to ask that for some pizzazz during that moment? If it has some something momentous, beside the fact you have spotted an angel, you will know you can always know that you can bring that memory to life. For Chance Larue the latter of options above is what occurred to him. Though he didn't have the moment of pizzazz like one would want. Instead he got a simple, normal scene.
Chance Larue had spotted the most beautiful person in his life...while walking out of the local market with a gallon of milk in one hand, a bag of apples in the other, and a chocolate bar dangling from his lips. His mind hadn't even been prepared to spot the beautiful person, it had been focused on cursing that dang cashier for charging him extra for the chocolate. Though the male was not going to go back and argue, he was not the type of guy. Yet when he looked up his mouth dropped open, and the chocolate fell from his lips. A pigeon nearby picked up the delicious treat and walked away, its heart content with finding this delectable food. Humans and their short attention spans, and they thought pigeons were dumb. Chance watched the beautiful blond run past him, his feet barely touching the ground as he ran. It was like watching an angel escape the clutches of hell.
The smile on his face was so dazzling it left Chance in dazed stupor. The gallon of milk was laying on its side gushing out the white liquid it contained, the apples were rolling away from his person. It was like watching a sunset, you just can't take your eyes off it, and the affect of the beautiful sight leaves gasping for air, because it literally takes your breath away. Which is why at the moment Chance was gasping for air, but his eyes were firmly glued to the running blond angel. Just as he was about blink, a dark hand reached out and grabbed the beautiful blond into an alley, depriving people of the beautiful sight. Chance snapped from his daze when someone shook him from his stupor. It was the cashier who robbed him a eighty cents. He glanced at the teenage, acne covered face and the dark, dirty alley. "Get the cops," he said to the teen, as he took off to the alley. "Tell'em someone is getting beaten!" Chance reached the alley and felt his heart freeze. Fighting wasn't really a forte of his, mostly because Chance was not one for fighting. He was a pacifist. Yet the urge strong as Hercules strength was pushing, urging for him to get in there and stop the noise of flesh beating upon flesh.
He closed his eyes and molded himself against the wall. Why wasn't there any screams of pain or agony? Was he imagining the sounds of fist colliding with flesh? Chance shook his head, he was hearing right, he was not going insane. The male peeled himself from the wall and to peek and felt disgust and anger crash into him. How could these people do this to such a beautiful deity. Without letting his mind outline the consequences for his impulsive action Chance ran inside the alley with a fist pulled back, ready to deliver a blow to the first the person he came to contact with. "Leave him alone!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 6:06 pm
One of them had grabbed one of those delicate thighs and had pulled it up, another placing his foot down so as to wedge it there. The equation equaled that of a bloody and bruised young man with his legs wide open as the third man, the apparent leader and main master, prepared to once more violate him. But it wouldn't be like all the other times. It wouldn't be like the times with the acute and focused pain or the chains and bindings. No, this it would be a million times worse, something he would never forget...but wish he could.
Elliyon rolled his head to the side, wheezing before spewing out a mouthful of blood. Barely able to see, he stared through those crystalline orbs. Time seemed to have pity on him, just this once and it slowed. It allowed him this once chance to look beyond those shadows of his life, the darkness of the alley. And to see the beauty of the world, that which he could never have. And to dream, if only for a moment, what it would be like to live out there.
He didn't even wince or twitch as the leather straps were torn, taking away the final contraptions of his dignity, bringing it down step by step. He was nothing and he would always be nothing. The stained strands rolled down his shoulder. Crimson puddled at his feet. Soon, it that sweet moment that the hands of time had allowed would end and fate would come crashing in.
But it didn't.
Leave him alone.
The words barely filtered into Elliyon's faded mind. He felt his thigh fall and his foot hit the ground. The foot moved away from his. But the hand on his throat remained, the other of the Master holding pieces of torn leather. He was confused. What was happening? Why? His mind, in this moment of tragedy, could literally not wrap around the fact that someone was saving him.
The Master smiled a dark, crooked smile, "And what are you going to do about it?" His words perfectly articulated and his voice velvet death. The two at his sides, only minor masters and mere body guards took a step forward. There was a pause, the calm before the storm. And just as it seemed all hell would break loose, the sounds of sirens echoed down the streets. They stood there, standing off with this man who had ran in.
Finally one of the body guards murmured, "Sir, we should get goin'. We wouldn't want anyone to know who we are..." Hesitating, the Master chuckled before removing his hand from Elliyon's throat.
"You win, this time. But don't worry, we'll be back for our prized possession." He gave the broken Elliyon one more smack on the face before the three shadowed men disappeared into the arriving night and down the alley. It seemed, even as they left, a great pressure was released from this alley and everyone could breathe again.
Elliyon wheezed and coughed up more blood before he moved his hands, shaking, his whole body shuddering. They moved along the wall beside him, trying to find that needed support and balance. Gripping the wall, he turned his head, a drop rolling down his forehead. The marble flesh was the shade of war, stained with the cries of death in shades of black and blues, tarnished with the floods of wrath in deep crimson. Cuts of anger traversed his chest and stomach, one across his cheek. One eye was swollen almost shut. And only a small percentage of his silk hair remained that silver blond.
And all he did was stare at the other, leaning against the wall, his whole body shaking, barely able to see and hardly breathing. The only sound was his wheezing and the distant sound of sirens.
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Spiral Insanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 9:03 pm
Chance had felt every cell in his body freeze, the blood running through his veins paused, and his heart just froze mid-beat. The darkness that was around that man...it sent raw shivers of fear down his spine. Chance had never in his life come to face with such a pair of cruel eyes. If those hands were touch or grab him his skin would either burn to crisp or freeze. Though Chance knew one thing, this was the type of that man haunted your nightmares. That was the face you saw before waking from your cruel dream. He had the face that children feared seeing under their beds or in their closet. Chance had to will himself to take a frightful step backwards. His pure courage and motivation to save the angel were not enough to meet the man in eye. The tremors racking through the red-head's body were almost to the point of becoming visible. His mind was not processing a single thought. His hands had dropped to his sides like lifeless limbs. His legs were almost to the point of knocking against each other. Then the man...monster spoke.
"And what are you going to do about it?"
What could he do? His skills in fighting was all primitive. He did not have lessons on how to properly defend himself. He never had the need to sharpen his skills to defend himself. Anything he would throw at this man would be raw and primitive. Chance knew scaring this man off was like telling a child solve an algebraic equation, completely impossible. Chance as the two other guys walked toward him and positioned themselves in proper stances...there was proper stances on how to fight? The male watched as the male who represented death itself slap the beautiful male. The sound was what broke the spell of fear. Eyes regained life in them...a fire ignited in Chance's honey-colored eyes. It didn't matter that he was loser at fighting...it didn't matter that these men could beat him to a bloody death, what mattered was that he could do something! It didn't matter if he failed, what mattered was that he tried to save this angel from being abused. If he could give the beautiful man a few seconds of relief or time to escape, his tries would have not been in vain.
Though before Chance could even make a move; the men left. He watched them use the opposite end of the alley as an escape. Why had they left? Had he missed something during his fear induced state? From the looks of it he had. His eyes tore themselves away from the men over to the bloodied male. Chance would never know what it was that impulsed him to go over and help the bloodied male. Justice? Wanting to help this bloodied man? Curiosity to take a closer to look at this beauty? He would never know, but at the time it didn't matter. Right now this guy had to get some medical attention and fast! He grabbed the blond man and made him lean against his side. "I gotcha," he said, throwing a lean arm around the male's waist. The sirens of the police finally reached his ears and he looked out. The red and blue lights of the police made his heart leap. "C'mon, let's get you to a hospital," he muttered under his breath as he took the first with the man's weight against him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 9:39 pm
Elliyon felt the world sway around. His insides felt like the ever-rushing rivers that met the constantly turning oceans. His body was beyond the point of pain, the point of no feeling at all. Closing his eyes, he wheezed and cough again. Opening them, the crystalline orbs faded, he hadn't even realized that the other had approached him let alone put an arm around him. Leaning away for a moment, he stumbled and spewed more blood. The world swayed some more and he was forced to use his hands to grip his savior's shirt, bloodying it.
It felt like everything had come crashing down on him. Pain pressed on him suddenly, the sounds of the sirens crashing in on his hears. It was all too much to bear. He wanted to cry, to scream, to release. He wanted to slink into the shadows and die. Why did this happen to him? What had he done? Gasping, he couldn't walk for a moment, the complete instability of his physical and his emotional state all at once froze him like fragile glass. That glass with the ice of danger crawling across its surface and you fear to disturb it may cause it to shatter.
But what Elliyon was sure of, was that he could never go back to the world from which he came from. Nothing could make him go back. And in that moment, he never wanted to leave this man's arms...the one that stood out from the rest...and saved him. In all the years of his life, no one had even tried.
Swallowing hard, he raised his head slowly to meet the other's bold eyes. His voice was soft, melodic but cracking and almost a whisper, "Thank you..." And the blackness blinded him and swallowed him instantly. Elliyon collapsed in Chance's arms, the weight of everything too much for the waking mind.
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Spiral Insanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:51 pm
Before Chance could even escape the dark walls of the alley, the men in blue and black suits came swarming in. They quickly went to work, by separating him and the angel. "H-hey!" Chance tried to push through the wall of cops, but they kept him back. They gave him a cool look before escorting him out. "Do you know this young man," one of the police officers asked. The red-head shook his head," No, but I don't think he knows anyone," he blurted out, trying to see past the cop's shoulder in order to where they were taking the angel. His tries where fruitless because in the end, his result was always a pale faced officer with a ferret on his face. Chance took a step back from the cop and glared at him. "Can you ask me questions later," he demanded, trying anything to escape the clutches of the law enforcing officer. The man shook his head,"Sorry kid, I gotta get the fresh facts from you," the cop said placing a hand on his shoulder.
Chance evaded the hand and kept his glare permanent. All he wanted was to see if the guy he helped would be okay. Was that too much to ask for? Chance felt himself grow angrier. He needed to calm himself down before he said something wrong or regrettable. "Breath kid," the cop advised. Chance did. He felt a bit better, but the anger in him was still there, swirling dangerously like a shark. One wrong move and he would explode. "Okay kid can you explain what happened." Chance did so, but it seemed his vague explanation wasn't enough for the cop. He kept hounding answers of him, answers he didn't know! "Look, I have no idea who the guy is," Chance said, throwing his hands up in the air. "Then why did you save him," the cop pressed. The male brought his hands down and felt his fist clench at the side. Did helping someone really seem that suspicious? Was the world so corrupted that helping someone was no longer viewed as a deed done with good intentions? Chance shook his head, he didn't want to believe it, but maybe denying such facts would only do him more harm than good.
Steeling himself to not yell at the officer Chance lifted his head and stared at in the man straight in the eye. "Like I have said before, I. don't. know," hee bit out. "Now, if you will excuse me." Chance pushed past the man in uniform and ran toward the ambulance. There was no way they were leaving him behind! Chance knocked on the back doors, and instantly the door opened. The EMT looked about before spotting him. "We don-" Chance didn't let male finish before he opened the door wider before jumping in. Forget the laws, he had angel he had to be close to. "I helped him, I should have this right at least," he said to the technician as he made himself comfortable in his seat.
Any protests the medical technicians had died in their throats as the car took off. Fine, they would let the brat ride with them, only because the blond guy needed medical attention and fast!
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 8:39 pm
Elliyon remained unconscious for most of the ride to the hospital. However, there was one brief moment, where his eyes flew open and he attempted to sit up. For the first time, in his entire brainwashed life, a scream of pain slipped past his life. It tore up the canals of his throat, the air rushing, and violently shook the cords of his vocal folds. It was haunting, horrifying and heart throbbing. It was like a violin in the middle of a beautiful note, being torn to shreds. Like the sound a swan makes before it dies...the only and final sound it makes.
The paramedics rushed to lay him down as he blindly reached forward, recognizing only the red hair in his swaying vision. He didn't want to die. He just didn't want to die. He didn't want to let go. And fear, like he had never felt, choked him. What if they found him? Stole him away from the hospital? Or hurt this man who had saved him? He was so terrified that tears began to flow endlessly from the crystalline eyes.
At last, they all had him laid down. A mask had been put over his face so he could breathe, but it was removed frequently to clean away the blood he coughed up. They worked to put pressure on some of the worse outer wounds. But it was apparent that the major injuries were internal.
For merchandise should never be externally marred.
Upon just arriving in the emergency, the world banished him into darkness one more. At this point, emergency operatives told Chance that he must wait in the waiting room and reassured him that it was one of the closest to emergency. That he would know what was wrong as soon as they did. With that, the swirl focused on the half alive young man. The broken angel. The beauty born from a world of darkness but with the light it had never seen.
Reality showed its face in intervals, its images a blur and its sounds muffled. And throughout most of it...the nurses and doctors had to constantly wipe his face clean as it seemed there was no end to the flood of tears.
He couldn't leave this world behind...he wasn't ready to go yet...
Several hours later, the rush finally came to a subtle slow and then a final end. The halls came to a more normal silence. And finally, a doctor entered the waiting room and approached chance. He was tall and confident, looking down at his charts through his narrow glasses before back at the young man before him. Clearing his throat, his deep voice rumbled, "I am Doctor Shifan. I worked on the young man that was brought in with you. And I understand you're very concerned about his condition. In normal cases, we do not release information about a patient to stranger, only to family. But it appears this young man is a complete stranger himself...and since you are the only concerned and caring party there is for him, I can make an exception," He smiled reassuringly at the other, his hardened expression softening, "His condition has stabilized, however, we cannot predict when he will awaken and remain conscious. His external injuries were rather minor. Of course many of them do not make the situation any better; the worst of it is some of the cuts and bruises on his chest, arms and thighs. The worst bruising around his neck. The internal injuries, however, were far more severe. There was massive internal hemorrhaging, broken bones, and internal bruising. His lungs had started to collapse as they were filling with his own blood and many of his arteries were burst, bleeding within him. He'll be on a breathing machine for the next week and on a liquid diet for two. Depending on his condition, the minimum he'll have to remain in the hospital is one month."
Pausing, he looked up from his charts to study the young man before him, meeting his eyes he spoke once more, seriously, "Whatever your relationship with this man is...don't leave him alone." With that, he patted the other on the shoulder and headed towards the door way. Pausing once more, "If you like, you may visit him as often as like. Just heed the nurse's requests." And then he was gone.
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Spiral Insanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 9:21 pm
The odor in the ambulance smelled sterile and clean, completely clean. It was like stepping into a room with white walls and nothing more. Yet all the different tools and devices gave the vehicle life. Most of the machines instilled fear in Chance--fear he shoved away. The male could not help his wandering mind as it asserted the situation. How many people had been in his spot...watching a loved one or dear person suffer? Did their hearts pick up speed every time their companion moved on the bed? Would they sigh in relief when watching them take in another breath? Would fear crawl into their throats that it prevented them from comforting their suffering friend? Chance shut his eyes as he tried to shake away those rattling thoughts. He did not want such thoughts attacking him, not now. He could ponder on those things a bit later, when things were not as tense. Chance had to admit, he had really never felt this tense. He felt like a string that was being pulled too tightly. One more tug and he would snap.
Chance's hands rubbed against his jean clad legs. Sweat kept accumulating inside them; all the nervous, jittery feelings he was going through was causing his unnaturally wet hands. A tense sigh was released from Chance's lips as he looked up to stare at the angel on the bed. His eyes expanded wide when a scream ripped through the man's throat. A shock crazily ran through the male's system. His heart seemed to skip a few beats, and the cold hand of fear wrapped around him and squeezed him painfully. His throat went suddenly dry that swallowing became difficult.
Couldn't those medics induce him with sedative or something?! Couldn't they do anything to keep him from feeling pain?! Chance bit his tongue to keep himself from saying anything to the men dressed in blue. They were doing everything in their power to keep the angel alive...he didn't have a right to speak. It was crazy how quickly people changed in these type of situations. A person who usually is emotionally detached could suddenly become the most emotional person just because of one situation. It was so strange how dramatically one could change in just a few minutes. Meanwhile most of people spend years trying to change. Chance recalled his mother as an example. The woman up till this day was still trying to change.
The vehicle came to a halting stop and quickly the paramedics flew out from the ambulance, taking the beautiful male with them. Chance watched all of this happened with a detached gaze. He hopped out of the vehicle and caught the men running into the hospital, he followed suit, though his pace was less urgent. The red-head man walked through the sliding doors and took a seat. It had not struck Chance earlier, but now he realized something. What was he to do now? No...what was he supposed to do if this man lived? Did he have family that he could contact? What was going to happen to him if he recovered properly? Judging from when he had first seen him, he really didn't seem acquainted with the world.
Chance took a seat and stared at the wall for what seemed like ages. His mind felt numb from all the questions that had attacked him suddenly. He didn't want to think about answers toward those questions...they held a certain level of awkwardness to them. So the red-head decided to just block out the thoughts and let things fall where they should.
It was the steps of the approaching doctor that snapped the young adult from his mindless staring. He looked up and noticed that the doctor was walking toward him. His jumped to his feet immediately; his face expectant. He gave the doctor a protected look...what type of news was this man going to deliver to him? Chance felt his lips tugged toward the heavens when the doctor explained he could divulge the information to him. He nodded, wanting the doctor to quickly get to the condition of the blond angel.
Now when the doctor explained the extend of his injuries, Chance could only conclude that everything he said was bad. He was no medic, heck, he really had no idea what the doctor had spoken to him...but just from words alone it gave an ominous feeling. It was like a dark, foreboding shadow curled around those words. Though what really left Chance puzzled were the doctor's last set of words. Don't leave him? W-what did he mean? Chance was going to ask, but the doctor's invitation to go see the other overrode the curiosity to find out. Chance wearily smiled before walking up to the front desk to ask the nurse where the blond man was resting.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 10:58 pm
The nurse at the desk was a cute little lady reaching only five feet tall with rosy cheeks and warm chocolate eyes. Smiling at him, she nodded and stood, telling Chance to follow her. They went down three hallways, each one just as blinding as the other and all filled with the thick musk of chemicals. As they entered the intensive care ward, the air quickly changed to one of thickness, the tensity rich and the emotions alive. It was as if one had entered a whole new level of reality. Passing rooms, there were many barely alive, the glow fading or the opposite, their eyes alive with the battle for life. Visitors sat in many of these rooms, holding their loved one's hands, talking to them. All visitor's had identical expressions pasted on their faces - a mask of reassurance to his their fears and pains.
Pointing in, she smiled at Chance again. Speaking up, her voice was soft and small, "I don't know if the doctor has told you or not, but we aren't sure when he will wake up. If he does, please his the red button on the remote panel so we make check his vitals and such. Try not to stress him if he does wake up and if you need anything, just ask one of us or his the red button for an emergency." With that, she waddled off, leaving the red haired man to himself.
Elliyon lay in the white waves of the many blankets and pillows. Tubes were hooked up to both his hands, his left forearm, and his nose. There were bandages wrapped around his torso, hidden mostly by the plain green average hospital shirt. Bandaging was wrapping around his right arm as well as his forehead. There were smaller cuts that showed on his shoulders, a couple on his cheeks, a split lip and one cut on his right ear. His one eye was also deep purples and blacks, almost swollen shut.
And still, he held a sense of beauty. It was a great sadness, to see someone like him covered in so much horror and pain. A tragedy. But they had cleaned and cared for him. His silver hairs spread across the pillows and his pale sweet skin almost matching that of his environment. He appeared to be resting peacefully.
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Spiral Insanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:43 pm
It was hard to keep Chance's curiosity at bay. The feeling inside of him was gnawing at him to satisfy the growing urge to look. In the end the man caved and let his eyes hungrily observe those on who were resting to recover or those laying on their death bed. Chance felt an ache as he passed each person. He didn't know these people, yet he still felt sympathy for them. It was odd how humans were so connected yet so distant at the same time. The red-head peeled his greedy gaze away from a patient who was looking up at the ceiling; instead set his gaze toward the ground.
Despite his greedy curiosity, Chance noted the feeling of discomfort that rose in his chest. It was like a small blooming sensation. These people were out in the wide open for his eyes and probably others who had taken the same steps as him, but it felt as if he was treading into a private world, almost a like a dream. The people in those rooms...they were in dreams and the people who walked past them and stared were sort of intruding on those dreams. His thoughts continued on the same trail till he noted the nurse's small feet had come to a halt. He lifted his head to stare at her sweet face and listened intently to her words. Okay, he could do that. "Alright," he assured, nodding.
Chance turned his head to only glance at the male, but his attention was captured like predator capturing its prey. No escape. The male walked toward the window and stared inside. All the machines hooked to him seemed so out of place. The male had to admit that the angel looked dead, but the beauty he possessed was far to vibrant for him to be dead (also the doctor said he was alive). Chance forgot about the nurse, forgive his manners, and entered the room quietly as he could. His feet quickly carried him toward the bed and Chance could not help his give his lungs ten seconds of torture. This man was definitely a beauty that was otherworldly. Was he even a human?
"Whoa," he whispered softly. Just the thought of touching sent shivers of fear through Chance's system. What if he broke him? Well he couldn't do that technically, but what if his touch blemished his perfect skin? Chance curled his aching fingers into fist and took a seat beside the blond man. He could stare at this guy for hours and not get over the dazed stupor he seemed to fall into.
What had he really saved?
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 11:45 am
((Oh, just so you know, I will be away from Monday to Thursday-ish. Sorry XP Vacationing...in a cabin...with likely six feet of snow. Yup Canada. lol ))
He was running, running as hard as his legs could carry him. But it was through nothing and yet everything. The smothering darkness. It was ugly in its own way. Shapeless and yet hideous with a design of its own. It was writhing, grabbing at him, trying to pull him down. Tears were flowing, the waterfalls of his heart unending. He just kept on running, running from it all. But it seemed it would never end. Panic flooded through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest. Suddenly, he tripped and as he fell through the nothingness, the black horrors wrapped around him. They covered him in a cocoon of terror. Smashing to the unseen ground, the writhing evil removed itself to reveal him, injured as he was and covered in blood. He tried to stand but couldn't. Attempting to get to his hands and knees, he tried to scream. But no sound came out. Again, he tried. He tried and he tried, but nothing...
Elliyon's eyes flew open, tears suddenly exploding from the crystalline orbs. Sweat covered his body, his hands clenched the sheets. And all he could do was gasp for air. Laying there, he gasped for a few moments before his breathing came to a more regular state. Still though, it was drawn out and uneven. Turning his head slowly, the wide eyes suddenly found the other and locked on to him. Red hair, auburn eyes. This was the same one from earlier...his unknown savior. Biting his lip from the pain, he reached a hand out to him.
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Spiral Insanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 9:44 pm
Chance watched with memorized eyes. Everything about this man was almost perfect. His fingers wanted to trace the angelic face, to test out the softness of the skin. Though what if he blemished the perfect, flawless skin? The crimson-haired male shuddered, for some reason the thought of tainting this person sent shivers of fear through his spine. He shook off the fear and continued to watch the male. It seemed he wasn't having the best dream...or whatever he was going through. The expression on Chance's face morphed into worry, as his brows pulled together and his lips pushed against each other. Was this normal? Should he call the doctor? The male took a step back to search for the button the short nurse had mentioned. His eyes scoped the room, then the items near the bed. His located the big red button, but before he could reach to even touch the button his attention was captured.
The male had woken up! Wait...why was he crying? Chance felt panic rising in his chest, his eyes searched for the button again. The guy was breathing pretty erratically...that was not a good sign right? Chance ran a hand through his blood-colored locks. This medical stuff really wasn't his forte. Getting caught up in his own panic and thoughts Chance did not notice that the male's breathing had calmed down and that he was being stared at. It wasn't till his eye caught the movement of the blond man's had moving toward him. The male dropped his hand from his hair as he stared at the moving appendage. His eyes glanced at blue eyes then back at the hand. Did he want him to touch his hand? Chance felt the fear of breaking his fragile yet beautiful man. He seemed so doll-like, that someone like him shouldn't touch or even look at him. He was a rough, clumsy type of guy...not one to handle precious items...or people for that matter. Yet despite his doubts the movement of his hand caught his attention.
Chance watched as his own hand reached out and gently touched the fingertips of the paler hand.
[[o.o okie dokie~ Have fun ^^]
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 9:00 pm
Elliyon reached out even further, the elegant fingers grasping for the other. The blue eyes pleading as though they would speak for his lips. Gripping onto that hand, the one that had saved him, he held the others eyes. The strands moved subtly over his shoulders. Within that gaze was a story and a world of gratitude for the man named Chance. His savior in the new life, the new world that awaited.
Finally, parting his full lips, his voice was barely audible, "Thank you..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 9:27 pm
A warm sensation bloomed in Chance's chest as the hand grasped hold of his. The corners of his mouth twitched as his own hand maneuvered to get a better hold of the slim hand. When the man hoarsely spoke, the smile that Chance had been repressing finally broke from its restraint . He nodded jerkily at the words before opening his mouth.
"It was no problem," he said, his voice quiet and tender. The red-head male grabbed a chair and took a seat beside the blond man. His chest felt like a flower that just bloomed, the feeling of warmth that settled upon him was so soft and loving that it felt like a mother's caress.
The male was relieved that the angel was alive.
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