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 Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 1:29 pm
Name: Achan (meaning: trouble)Phobia: Guns Home: Operis Achan: Achan is a calculating b*****d and has a twisted sense of humour. Achan enjoys the subtle nuances fear can produce in a person, the elevated heart rate, dilation of the pupils. Achan dances around a person, twisting their reality gradually. Achan loves to build upon a fear until it consumes the person. The moment, the very second they succumb to their fear totally , completely: this is what Achan exists for. Achan wants to smell their fear, see it dawning slowly in their eyes, and finally, watch it devour their heart. Achan watches people degenerate into nothing more than a babbling mess of confusion and terror. Victim: Unity Lee About Unity: Unity is anything but unified. Her life was torn apart when, almost a year ago, her father accidentally shot and killed himself with a gun. Unity was there; she watched him as he lay in his blood and bled out before the paramedics arrived. The thirteen-year-old knew one thing: the gun had killed her father, her one rock of sanity. She struggled for months to reconcile his accident with her life. Finally, she was checked into a mental hospital at the vehement urging of her aunt. Her aunt never visits her. Slowly, it seems as if she is getting better. At the age of 14, Unity is still terrified of guns. Guns kill.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 2:13 pm
 What is Achan?. . .a smoking gun.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 2:15 pm
Unity of mind and body. . .
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 2:20 pm
Smoke banners and character art are by moi.
Achan, the Nightmare. is by
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 12:49 pm
Unity's Journal Entry # 5
I've been here almost three months. Tomorrow is the anniversary. Why did my aunt have me committed? I'm not crazy. Maybe it's for the trust fund my dad left me. But that's not a lot of money anyway. He was only a police sergeant.
I don't understand! How can someone who's supposed to love you shunt you aside like and old toy? She never even visits me. All here is cold eyes, cold hands. Would it even be better with her, though? Probably not.
I'm not crazy, I'm just afraid of guns. I can still function in society! (I read that in one of dad's old textbooks)
I need to find a way to avoid taking my medicine. It makes me feel sick and I think it's messing with my head. Lately, I keep hearing things. But there's never anything there. And I keep getting dizzy all the time. Crap. I gotta go. I think I hear the nurse.
I miss you, dad.
Unity
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 1:28 pm
Unity slammed her journal shut just as Nurse Maner knocked sprightly on the thin wooden door. The sound echoed eerily.
"Unity? It's time for your medicine," she called out.
"s**t!" Unity looked around frantically before stuffing her journal up inside of her dark grey pillowcase. The journal's outline showed faintly through the thin fabric, looking as if someone had smeared grass on the hapless pillowcase.
"Unity, I'm coming in." The nurse rattled the doorknob in warning and calmly opened the door.
"Oh dear, why have you got it so dark in here? Your eyes will rot!" Nurse Maner flicked on the lights and glanced about, impeccable as always in her pristine white uniform. Unity squinted her eyes against the sudden glare. Her small grey room was almost devoid of decoration. The only color was a small ship-in-a-bottle rested on the plastic nightstand next to Unity's one companion, her stuffed rabbit, Maxwell.
Nurse Maner tsked at the state of the room. Unity stared silently as the nurse picked sheets off of the floor and deposited them on the bed. She tucked her pillow more firmly behind her. The journal dug into back painfully.
"Now, why don't you greet me like a good girl? And don't tell me you've been in bed all day!" Nurse Maner's full lips pursed in disapproval, the lipstick glinting brightly pink in the harsh florescent light. She harrumphed.
"Hello," Unity responded sullenly. She did not like Nurse Maner. She tried to be Unity's 'friend', but Unity knew she just reporting to the Doctor. Nurse Maner waited to see if that was all Unity would say and then sighed and wheeled the medicine tray into the room. She poked around it for a bit, her figernails an odd shade of green this week. Unity supposed it was an improvement over last week's color, which had reminded her of dehydrated urine.
"Aha!" Straightening, Nurse Maner walked briskly to Unity's side, carrying the small paper medicine cup and a glass of water.
"Now, take your medicine, dearie. It'll help you get better, and in no time you'll be out of here!" Nurse Maner said that every day at medicine time. Unity took the cup of pills and slowly placed all five in her mouth. This time, instead of swallowing them, she tucked them inside her right cheek. She took one gulp of water and swallowed. Nurse Maner gave her a look and she opened her mouth for inspection. Unity flipped her tongue up and down carefully. She didn't want to dislodge the pills. Satisfied, Nurse Maner smilled at her, gave her a pat, and left.
As soon as the door clicked closed, Unity leaned over and spit out the pills into the wastebasket nailed down near her bed. She counted four. Damn, she had swallowed one. Grimacing, Unity stuck her finger down her throat. Maybe she could throw it up. She retched a couple of times, carefully keeping her long dark hair out of her face. Nothing came up.
Disgusted, she kicked the metal wastebasket. It clanged softly as if laughing at her.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:22 pm
Achan will be referred to as S/he until s/he gains a form.
Well, well. Lah-dee-dah. The poor girlchild is afraid of guns. I'll have fun with her.
Achan slowly swirled around the room. Grey, grey, and more grey. It was bland and hardly conducive to fear. . . unless you knew what you were doing. And Achan knew exactly what to do. The lights were off, the girlchild in bed. It was time for fun. Achan had been dwelling in the shipglassbottle for so very long.
Achan sighed. S/he had been watching, watching, waiting. The girlchild was afraid and alone. Girlchild, girlchild, no longer alone. Fear to comfort you until you scream, your heart to stop, your life to end. Girlchild, girlchild, I am waiting. Achan sang softly to her/himself. It wouldn't do to wake the child. She hadn't been through enough yet.
Achan drifted near the bed, pausing to study the glass ship. A small plaque at the bottom read: "To my best girl. Love, Dad." Achan snorted lightly. How foolishly sentimental.
Achan hovered over Unity. A small wisp reached out to stroke her cheek as Achan hummed softly in her ear. A soothing lullaby, the melody sent Unity deeper into sleep, her mind unfurling like a plum blossom.
Achan spoke, roughening her/his voice, calling up memories of Unity's father. My best girl, Unity love, I miss you. I'm all alone here.
"Mmm. . .Daddy. . .?" She mumbled in her sleep as Achan continued.
Sweetheart? Sweetheart? It's all black here. Why did you let me go? Didn't you hear the click of the gun? clickclickclick I could have been safe.
Unity moaned in her sleep and shuddered.
Darling, why didn't you help me? The gun killed me. Off with a clickclick click and dead. You could have saved me, taken the gun. It shot me. Why didn't you help me, Unity? I'm gone, why didn't you help me? Why wouldn't you?
Unity began to thrash in her bed. Achan pressed onward. The sweat on Unity's brow thickened and rolled onto the bed. Achan flicked out a tendril of smoke and tasted it.
Unity? Unity? It's so dark here. All alone. You could've saved me. You didn't. The gun killed me. . .the gun .. . you killed me, Unity, you killed me. . . With that, Achan roiled over to the glass ship bottle. It teetered wildly and fell, smashing noisily against the concrete floor.
Unity awoke writhing in her tangled sheets.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 8:34 pm
The cold metal chair bit into Unity's butt. She sifted uncomfortably and gasped as her back brushed up against a particularly chilly spot. Everything in this whole place was so cold! She shivered and ran her hands up and down her bare arms. Her shirt and pants were flimsy hospital wear, grey again.
She sighed and tilted her head back. Her hair slithered softly against the cool metal; the red gold highlights shining dully underneath the fluorescent lights. Unity ran her fingers through her dark hair, absently tugging at the ever-present tangles. Maybe she should just cut it all off, she mused. But there were no blades of any kind allowed in the building. Oh well. The stupid doctor was late again.
Running a finger along the grey table's edge, she glanced up at the clock. Wearily, she wondered if this was some sort of test, to see how see reacted to being left alone. Doctor Podraias was only 10 minutes late so far. Usually, he didn't come in for another 5. Her breath caught suddenly. Something. . . She turned her head, but whatever it was, the thing had gone. Had she really seen a floating grey spot? Next thing she knew, she'd be insisting ghosts were real. Unity laughed softly at herself and the room swallowed the sound.
"What are you laughing about, my dear?" Unity stifled a shriek and turned. Doctor Podraias stood in the now-open doorway, an inquiring expression on his lined face. The kindly doctor was elderly, his face a mass of wrinkles and smile lines, but his brown eyes twinkled warmly at her. He was almost the only person she liked in this place. Him and th orderly, Roberta.
WIP
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