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 Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 2:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 5:09 pm
Salem's eyes widened with shock as she stared at the owner of the apartment complex. "But if I had another week I could pay!" She said wining as tears brimed her eyes. "Can't do that, it doesn't work that way. It's pay now or leave." The owner said bluntly without any signs of careing. - And that's how she got were she was now: walking down the street with defeated expression. That was until the older man approached her looking at her with curiosity. "Hello miss, if I may ask, what's wrong?" The old man asked. Salem looked up at the man. "I-It's nothing really. I just kinda kicked out of my apartment." she said with a gloomy look even though she tried to smile at the man concern. "Well that's no good. You may come to my home to stay for a night or two if you'd like." The man offered. Her face like up in excitement until she decided what would better. "I can't. I'd be a bother." she said. The old man shook his head, "No not at all, follow." He said as he started walking. Salem nodded and followed until they made it to the man home. She looked it if for a moment before realizing it was more of a shrine than a home. The old man looked at her with a more happy expression. "Soon I won't be fit to live on my own so soon ill be moving into my sons home until my day comes. So I'll give you this. Theres a small house in the back were you can stay for free but in return you must become the land goddess and watch over and protect the shrine." He said looking at you then the shrine. She stared at him in shock and disbelief. This seemed like a dream, to good to be true. "Yes, thank you so much! But wait what do I have to protect the shrine from?" She said cheerfully then with curiousity. The man handed her the keys before answering. "Demon do exist, don't be decived. So you must protect the shrine form dark entitys." The older man said before suddenly walking away. "Hey what?!" She said but he was already gone. "Demons...huh?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 7:28 pm
 I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, I wanted what he had, America, it begins Ⓓⓨⓛⓐⓝ Ⓡⓐⓜⓢⓔⓨ
㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜ Dylan woke up early this morning. He didn't have any idea why. All he knew that he had to find some way to take over the shrine. Shrines were like beacons for evil kind. Most priest and priestess believed that shrines repelled evil. In fact it was a beacon for monsters. The only problem tended to be the shrine protectors. They were the only thing separating evil from taking over. A full demon like him could reason and leave the area but any mindless demon would be drawn towards the shrine. That was why people like him were sent in advance. He had to take over the shrine and now was the perfect time. Word in hell was that this shrine in particular was having a protector change. A new protector always meant a weakness. A weakness that Dylan was very skilled at exploiting.
Dylan showered and changed. He looked like a normal human boy. He had tried animals for a bit but they never felt right. He didn't have the same freedom a human had. He grabbed his sword and strapped it to his back. He thought it was crazy but most humans didn't even bat an eye at a sword. Sometimes he had to be prepared to fight off attackers. Just because he was on the same side as the evil creatures didn't mean that they necessarily saw eye to eye. He was forced to defend himself on multiple occasions from harm. He walked out the door and took the train over to the shrine. He was allowed to walk on the holy ground but it would alert the protector. Hopefully the new protector would know any better.
Dylan blended in to the crowd of tourist. He paid for his ticket and bought a lemonade from the concession stand. He happily sipped the drink as he looked around at the sights. Really he was just scoping the place. Looking for places to set traps and talismans. He just hoped that the new protector didn't have any guardians yet. He wasn't in the mood to play hide and seek with monsters yet. If it all worked out the way he intended he would never have to face a guardian or protector. He was hoping to slip in unnoticed and just open a portal in the middle of the shrine. He would overrun the shrine first with countless of demons. Then they would move on and occupy the town. It was simple in theory, just really hard to put in to effect. Protectors never left the safety of their shrine and when they did they were surrounded by guardians. ㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰ We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new s**t A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change, or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 8:42 pm
Salem looked at the keys in her hand then back at the shrine. How was she supposed to protect a shrine from killer demons?! She wasn't ever even sure if she believed in demon. She sighed then started walking up the stairs to the shrine. So much for this all going her way with luck. No maybe their not real she assured herself but the old man seemed so honest and serious. Salem made it to the door then unlocked it. As she stepped in she felt for relaxed knowing it was a more holy place but the thought of a demon attacking put weights on her shoulders. She shut the door behind her and locked it with the intention of protection. "What am I going to do...? I can't fight demons also though I can't just let them take over. But I can't fight..."She said speaking quietly. She looked around, it looked like any other Shrines she's ever been in but back then she never realized the danger of it. "Demon aren't real. If they are you can protect yourself and this shrine." She said trying to relax herself. She walked around the shrine looking for anything use full. As she looked she found a book and as she opened it white card began to fall onto the ground from the book. She kneeled down to pick them up then slowly realized what they were. " Spell cards. Myth is Shrine Preistesses use these to repel demons and casts spells on them." She stood back up and slid them into her pokect. She obviously didn't believe they would work but it gave her ease Salem sat down staring at the walls as thousands of thoughts raced quickly in her mind. She then looked down with tears managing to slip. Every thing that has happened slowly sunk in. She never intended to be stuck in a place were she would have to risk her life and fight off potentional demons, well basicly she never intended to be kicked out of her apartment in the first place
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 6:17 am
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, I wanted what he had, America, it begins Ⓓⓨⓛⓐⓝ Ⓡⓐⓜⓢⓔⓨ
㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜ Dylan was walking around the area for an hour or so before he started smiling. This seemed almost too easy. If the shrine had any guardians they would have sniffed him out by now. The protector might know he was here but there was no way a new protector could use spells against him. He decided that he would take his time with this one. He grabbed out his chalk. He walked over to the nearest column and started drawing a shielding ward. All he would have to do was make a triangle or cube and no evil or good things would be coming in or out. Of course humans could pass freely. Magic never seemed to work on mortals. They could only be affected by physical means that most demons were happy to oblige. Besides he wasn't that much of a monster. He left the large scale killing to the lesser demons.
Dylan moved on to another column. He drew another shielding ward. Most protectors and demons thought magic only had one intended use. Shielding wards were used to protect themselves but Dylan figured out that they could also trap things within them. The only problem was making sure the ward wasn't erased. He spent another five minutes drawing the ward before moving on to a third ward. He preferred to make the shield a decent size. It made sneaking around easier. He started drawing the third ward on to a tree. This time the ward took a little longer than usual. Drawing on tree bark never worked out too well so he was forced to take his sword out and start etching the ward onto the tree.
When Dylan finished with the third ward he sat down for a little break. Wards were more complicated than just drawing. You had to pour some of your energy into the ward to make it effective. The more energy in the ward the stronger it was. The only trouble was making sure that you put enough energy in a ward to make it last but leave enough energy to fight. He would use the break to get a bit of his energy back. That way he could put more energy into the last ward. ㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰ We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new s**t A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change, or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 7:45 am
Salem eventually got tired of sitting and moping around so she resorted to cleaning. She managed to find a broom so she proceded to clean the shrine. The shrine wasn't very clean but she couldn't blan the past protector, after fighting demons all day it didn't seem you'd have very much free time to just clean. Cleaning surprisingly calmed her as it happened to help her forget about most of the things that were bothering her. But as she clean all of a sudden something disturbed her ease. She couldn't describe the feeling but it told her that something was wrong. At first she tried to brush off the feeling thinking she didnt know how to really tell if something was wrong but after awhile when the feeling wouldn't go away she decided to figure out what was wrong. She looked around the shrine for a minute and it looked as normal she was used to so far so the opened the door and looked outside. The disturbing feeling got stronger. She looked around until her eyes fell upon a boy carving something into a tree. She stayed behind a wall as a attempt to hide as she peeked around the corner and watched the boy. The first thought that passed her mind was that he was a demon but he looked like a human. In her mind demons looked like monsters and not humans but the thought of a demon changing his form never crossed her mind. Maybe it was someone here just to visit the shrine but why would they have a sword? Maybe it was a theif? She thought in her mind. She looked at the broom in her hand then sighed quietly knowing she really couldnt protect herself and the shrine from some one with a sword with her broom so she just quietly watched still trying to hide to see who he was and what he wanted.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 7:18 pm
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, I wanted what he had, America, it begins Ⓓⓨⓛⓐⓝ Ⓡⓐⓜⓢⓔⓨ
㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜ Dylan ate a few of the snacks he had bought from the concession stand. He slowly let his energy building up for the next ward he was going to have to place. He sighed happily and looked at the sky. The day was nice. It seemed almost a shame to have to ruin a day with so much bloodshed and destruction. even though he was a demon he seemed more human than most. In truth he was born and raised in the demon world. He was a demon that was taught at a young age how to act human. This tended to affect him during his missions. He showed mercy while other demons would continue killing. He would stop to smell the roses while the others would trample through the garden. It was a part of him and he wasn't willing to give up the small part of him that refused to change into a demon. This humanity had helped him see the human side of things. It gave him a bit of an edge against the bloodthirsty demons he worked along with.
Dylan started feeling a strange sensation. It wasn't pain or discomfort. It just seemed like light radiance. As if the sun was particularly strong today. He turned towards the shrine and looked around. He saw a girl peek out and then move back to hide behind the wall. He got up and started to walk over to her. For some reason her powered scared him a bit. The power itself wasn't strong though it radiated pureness. Whoever it was wasn't corrupted. A power that could one day become a very powerful force if nurtured the right way. When he got to the wall and slowed his step and put a hand on to the hilt of his sword. He refrained from drawing it yet. He had no idea whether this was a protector or just some innocent child who happened to have lightness in them. He stepped around the corner and eyed the girl. "Who the hell are you and why are you spying on me?" He decided to play the victim card first. Maybe it wasn't a protector and he could scare the girl into leaving. All he had to do was finish the last shielding ward and the shrine would be ripe for the picking. No guardians trying to mess up his prize. ㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰ We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new s**t A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change, or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 8:41 pm
Salem watched the boy quietly. She was nearly captivated by him at times until she reminded herself of the fact he might and might not be bad. But from the weird feeling she felt the closer she got to him assured her he couldn't be good but then again she barely could tell the difference. She sighed once more then turned to lean against the wall, taking her eyes off the boy. She figured at this time with him relaxing, she could do the same. Then without warning the discomforting feeling grew larger out of no where. She quickly turned to look at the boy but to her surprise he was right infront of her. Her eyes grew wide as shivers trailed down her spine. At this point the level of discomfort that the boy brought with him offiacal showed its self to be danger. It was some feeling that was indescribable but the one trait was the darker feeling that it carried. And yet if something bad happened all she had was a broom and spell cards she didn't know how to use. She wasn't sure how to answer his question considering the bad thing that could happen if she did. "I-I...I am the person w-who owns this place. N-Now who are you!?" She said trying to sound more confident but it all came out in a scared weak tone. She took a deep breathe before trying to raise her tone and sound more confident. "And I take care of this place and protect it. And you can't go around drawing your little doodles every where!" she said pointing to the tree where he drew the ward. Of course being naive was one of her weakness as she blindly spoke not knowing what was really going on.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 5:34 am
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, I wanted what he had, America, it begins Ⓓⓨⓛⓐⓝ Ⓡⓐⓜⓢⓔⓨ
㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜ Dylan listened to her speak. He could practically taste the fear radiating off of her. The fear gave him strength over her. A strength she probably didn't understand yet. When she told him that she owned the shrine and was protecting it his inner smile widened. On the outside he gave no obvious signs of emotion. He couldn't have anyone knowing what he was thinking about. He didn't believe that this small girl could be the new protector. With the light she radiated he could see why she would have been chosen but she also didn't look like she had any training. Being this close to him must be slightly damaging for her and yet she hadn't acted yet. Even the strongest of protectors usually attacked first and then leave the questions for later. That made him believe that the girl had no training whatsoever. This was almost too easy.
Dylan would have feigned shock or disbelief but he wasn't in the mood for games now. " Damn it to hell. Your the new protector around here? Do you even have any forma training? Know how to use spells or wards or anything?" He almost felt a bit bad for attacking such a defenseless shrine. He didn't mind the easy take but he loved a challenged every now and again. "Oh and you should put the broom away before you hurt yourself." He took his hand off the hilt of his sword. He might as well as play a bit before he unleashed the demon horde on this shrine. It may be the girls first and last day as a protector and he wanted her to remember it. ㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰ We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new s**t A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change, or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 3:16 pm
Salem was slightly confused of his clam, no emotioned reaction considering the fact she had the mind set that he would try to do something since she thought he was probably up to no good. She sighed and started thinking for a moment if she was just paranoid about the feeling he set off but she decided not to let her guard down off of him yet after all she was still frightened by him. But either way she nodded and followed through with answering his questions. "New protector...Ya I guess that's rignt..." She said more or less convincing herself more than him. She shook her head. "No training." She said turning her head to looked around with a disappointed expression until she looked back at the boy with a expression of her remembering something. "Spells! That's what these are for." She said pulling the spell cards out of her pocket and holding them near her with a tight grip in case he tried to take them. "But then again, Im not sure how to use them...Wait do you?! If you do, Can you show me?!" She said in a more excited way. At this point she was aware how naive she was being asking a potentional bad person for help but she also believed that the boy had to know something that could benift her with out getting herself killed. She glanced at the broom then back at the boy before moving it closer to her side. She didn't want to let go of the only form of a weapon she had even though it really had no use.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:11 pm
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, I wanted what he had, America, it begins Ⓓⓨⓛⓐⓝ Ⓡⓐⓜⓢⓔⓨ
㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜ Dylan was taken back by how naïve the girl seemed to be. He was usually straight faced but he could no longer hide his smile. He broke out laughing hysterically. "Are you friggin' kidding me. Your a protector for gods sake. Start acting like one already." He pulled out his sword and pointed the tip at the girl. "Your so naïve it's almost sad that I'll have to kill. But yes to answer your question those are for spells. Of course you don't have the knowledge to read them let alone use them. You should have read the fine print before you got into this gig sweetheart. It's a demon eat demon world and sadly your going to be the one getting chewed up." He smiled and put his sword away. He figured that she was scared enough as it was. No point in watching her break before he unleashed the demons on her.
Dylan sighed and turned his back on her. There was no point in wasting any more time. He was just going to finish the last seal and let the demons finish the rest. He made it to the last sight and started to quickly draw the seal. His encounter with the protector had given him extra time to store up energy. As he was drawing the seal he started putting energy into it. Although he had accidentally put more energy than he had intended. Because of this he was a bit tired after drawing the seal. He had enough energy to activate the shield but not enough to open a portal to hell. He wiped the sweat off his forehead. He took a seat and decided to rest a bit. He needed to store up energy to activate the shield and then quickly open a portal. He could usually do it when he had his full strength but creating a shield box took a lot of energy. Usually three or four people would be involved in the process. ㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰ We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new s**t A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change, or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 1:42 am
Salem stared the the boy confused for a moment as he laughed hysterically and started speaking. Her eyes grew wide as she stepped back As he pulled out the sword pointing at her. She could feel her legs tremble beneth her as she watched and listened to the boy. She wanted to say something but her voice was silenced out by the fear he placed on her. A slight ease came over her as he drew back his sword even though she knew that it wasn't over.As he walked she mumbled something with a slight smile before she stared at the ground as she tried to think of any thing that could save her and the shrine at this point but no ideas crossed her mind. She could feel tears brim her eyes as meaningless thoughts trailed her mind. The idea of running crossed her mind but in all she didn't want to let him win and take the shrine even though she didn't have a chance. Salem looked around for the boy and as soon as she found him he was seated resting. She knew any other protecter would attack at a moment like this but all she could do was watch. She walked beside the sitting boy as she looked at the ground not wanting to look at the boy. "You... Can't.." she said as she could feel the tears slide down her face. She kneeled down to eye level of the boy as she smiled at him. "I'll admit I'm naive, but not as much as you'd like to believe." She said pointing at the back of his shirt were a white slip was stuck. "Luckily I read enough 'fine print' to know what I did. Call me naive but did you notice it happened as you turned your back to me? You didn't hear me mumble the phrase? These spell cards were in a book about the spells. I only read about one since I thought it was fake but I'm glad I did read what I did." She said as she stopped for a moment to admire her own work. " This whole time since the moment you turned your back to me, its been taking your energy. In little by little though so it's not capable of killing you. Didn't think I knew a thing about the spell cards? For the most part I dont but I knew enough to do that 'Sweet heart.' she said mocking him from earlier with a grin. She was aware it wasn't enough to save her life considering it was the only spell she knew but she was happier knowing she at least made an attempt to save herself and shrine. The thought also crossed mind that he would get made and probably kill her on the spot but at this point she didn't care.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 6:06 am
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, I wanted what he had, America, it begins Ⓓⓨⓛⓐⓝ Ⓡⓐⓜⓢⓔⓨ
㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜ Dylan was actually shocked when he saw the girl walking up to him. He was sure that she would have run for the hills by now. Actually a part of him was hoping that she would have run away. That way he wouldn't have her death hanging on his conscious. He should have just told her to run before she got killed. He could also see that she had a renewed sense of confidence. It was practically seeping into her energy. That put him a bit on edge. He thought that maybe she had a trick up her sleeve. She might be new but maybe she had some sort of training and everything before was just an act. She pretended to be a scared newbie just to pull him into a false sense of security. He turned his head a bit to see if he could spot any guardians. There were none in sight so maybe she was just trying to act brave.
Dylan let her talk before he stood up. So the little protector actually knew how to cast a spell. It was almost laughable. The spell she had used was usually put in someone's house or bag. All you had to do was keep it around them and it drained the energy from them. Though because he was using his he just figured that he had used too much. He barely had to concentrate before the spell tag burst into blames. He immediately felt better. The energy was coming back faster than it had been. " Nice try but did you really think that such a small spell would have a demon like me? Usually you hide a bunch of them in someone's house or a meeting spot to keep them powerless. Unfortunately your predecessor didn't feel the need to train you." He smiled and moved his hands faster than a human could. He had his sword out and it was inches from her neck. "Every try something on me again and your death will happen sooner rather than later. I've let you live so far because it'll be a shame to kill someone so naïve and innocent. But anger me and nothing is this world or any of the others will be able to protect you." His smiled was changed in a small sneer.
The spell card had set him back a bit. He figure though that he would have enough energy in an hour to put the shield up and open the portal. For now he would just try to stop the protector from annoying him and maybe he could convince her to actually get away from the place. The world was cruel enough as it was and adding a few extra souls didn't make a difference to him. He would rather not kill anyone that was too innocent. ㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰ We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new s**t A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change, or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 4:02 pm
Salems expression turned into disappointment as he easily burnt off the seal even though she was never expecting it to last. Her eyes widened as she heard him refer to him self as a demon. Although the thought of him being one never left her mind it still had the slight effect of taking her by surprise. She froze in place as he drew the sword out in a inhuman speed. Shivers travailed down her spine as she nodded her head in a scared, nervous way in response to his statement. She leaned back then stood up in attempt to avoid the blade's cut. As she stood up she took a deep breath before she looked at the boy. "Jezz your sour even for a demon." She mumbled before looking around. "Since your a demon, I'm guessing your here to take over this place huh?" She said with curiosity. She wasn't really that much afraid of fact that he already mentioned her death twice, it was something she was already expecting now. Even if she decided to flee she would have no where to go meaning her fate would pretty much the same either way so she decide just to stay and see what happened. She turned back to the demon for a moment then turned her attention to the sky. "Ya know, I'm shocked I'm not dead by now." She bluntly said. "Luck had it my way at first. I didn't die out in the streets but I wanna know, why did you say It would be a shame to kill someone naive and innocent? I thought demons didn't care. Maybe you were being sarcastic..But if you were being sarcastic then how come you haven't killed me already?" She said moving her gaze back to the boy
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 5:55 am
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, I wanted what he had, America, it begins Ⓓⓨⓛⓐⓝ Ⓡⓐⓜⓢⓔⓨ
㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜ Dylan sighed at her constant stream of questions. She didn't seem to get the hint. He would answer her question and hopefully that would make her leave. "It's complicated. In my line of business I've come across a few protectors and none of them have the pure innocence that you have. That is why I feel bad killing you. One day you could be among the top protectors. Not that this is something I should want to happen but your still innocent. I can't just simple kill you or every protector in the world would find out. I'm guessing whoever is the leader of protectors wouldn't want me to kill someone with so much potential and raw power. So you should run like I said. Don't push your luck and try to take on an army of demons. You don't even have any guardians and once I get my energy back the shield is opening and the demons are coming through. So leave now." He wasn't going to tell her again. If she kept refusing he would have to just open the portal with her here.
Dylan drew his attention away from her. He wouldn't let her distract him from his true mission. He would open that portal and he would kill her if he had to. He might not want to but he was a demon and he would be tortured if he failed a mission without even trying. It wasn't the life he wanted but it was the one given to him. ㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰ We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new s**t A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change, or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
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