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 Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 9:12 pm
((I was referring to Butter(lol I like that name) if that's alright X3 and hey Miki :3))
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 9:40 pm
...There was someone else in the room.
The pale eyes flicked around, landing on a figure of another, seemingly smallish figure. When had they come in? He didn't hear them walking in, nor felt their presence. The male continued to watch the other, his attention more on the blood slowly circulating around his body and the rise and fall of his chest as his lungs quietly breathed in the stale frozen air than on the other who seemed to be approaching him.
"..." The dark haired male gave no response to what the other had said -- he sounded young; but what was young? What year was this? Would he be able to tell how ond he himself was even if he knew? -- and instead watched the puff of breath materialise as a cloud of white smoke that rose, curling and unfurling slowly, towards the ceiling, soon lost in the murky dim darkness of the room.
He should say something; that thought had occured to him after a few minutes of silence. But how could he? For all he knew, his vocal cords could have wasted away. Not that he particularly minded.. His eyes flickered towards the other again, the pale glow from the number on the wall reflecting off the murky surface of the eyes. "..Hello."
As expected; he could still speak, that was good, but it was scratchy and slightly hoarse from -- months? years? What year was this? -- not using it for so long.
[[xD okay. >__<
Butter may not be that sociable though.. D:]]
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 9:50 pm
((lol that's alright))
Puka shook abit when he heard the other's voice, though he wasn't sure if it was from fear or the temperature of the room which he just noticed was quite cold. Keeping his eyes on Butter, he rubbed his arms with his hands to keep warm and coughed softly, "A-are you alone, too? I can't find my big brother...s-so I'm alone," he said softly, sobbing a bit at the thought of not being able to find his older brother. Slowly he walked over to the other, the cold floor stinging his legs and bare feet, all he wore was a large raggedy shirt now. He placed a small hand on Butter's cheek, "Y-You're so cold.."
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 10:31 pm
[[gyah! sorry! mum took over the computer until now.. ;__;]]
He didn't realise that the other was so close until he reached out and touched him. He was more thinking about a proper reply to give to the whole concept of being 'alone'. It was practical and blunt and straight to the point, perhaps too strong. But the thought was broken and shattered into nothingness as the other touched him. The dark haired male jerked away from the other's touch as if burned, the pale orbs of his eyes widening slightly; which was half-truth. It certainly felt like it in any case. He lifted himself up into a sitting position, a hand slowly rising to cautiously feel the raw skin, the pale, almost frozen blue surface now marred with distinctive red tinge in the outline of the other's hand. That..
He could actually feel.
He ran his fingers over the seemingly sore skin, the pale eyes lifting up to stare unblinkingly at the other -- he still didn't even know the other's name. Not that he particularly wanted to know. What he wanted to know was.. "..Where is this place?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 3:32 am
((It's alright, no problem X3))
"A-ah! I-I'm sorry, did I hurt you? I-I didn't mean to honest!" he said his eyes getting teary. Puka's toes and fingers were actually numb now from the cold of the room and he shivered a bit more. He would have probably begun crying if the other hadn't asked the question. "I-I'm not sure.." he responded blankly, "I was born here and have never...left before." The small experiment stepped back a bit and huddled into the corner closest to him, his body trembling. "W-why's it so cold here?" he asked through chattering teeth.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 3:44 am
The pale eyes blinked softly, dark lashes sweeping down to cover the blank depths before rising back up again as he silently regarded the other; the boy -- he vaguely wondered how he should refer to the other as. Boy will do just fine for now. It was easier -- seemed.. scared? Nervous? Why would he be nervous?
It was his first day awake -- since when was he asleep? -- in.. god knows how long, and already things have changed so much. The dark haired man shrugged slightly at the vague answer; no matter. He'll just wait till someone else turns up. A jailer, for example. Or a therapist. Or guards. There's bound to be someone here. His thoughts were interrupted yet again by the boy, and the male blinked slightly again, head slowly moving as he looked around the room they were in. "...cold?" He repeated, feeling rather blank. It was perfectly normal temperature. The boy was burning.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:50 pm
Puka looked at him with weary eyes, "I-I'm sorry..I'm complaing aren't I? I just feel so alone without my big brother..." He coughed softly into a hand then curled up again. The room did seem much colder than the rest of the building, why? The young experiment looked down at his fingers which were paler than before, then looked back up at Butter. Sniffling softly, then wiping his eyes he managed to smile up at the other, "I'm Puka by the way. I'm sorry I-I forgot to tell you my name."
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 1:47 am
[[methinks I'm gonna make a scientist now after this post! xD;;]]
The dark haired man blinked, eyes shifting from staring at the blinking light on the wall, and sweeping along and across the expanse of the dark wall before coming to rest on the other's shivering form. ....Complaining? Why was he shivering? -- He already said he was cold.. do try to pay attention -- why did the other sound so.. scared? Distressed? Unhappy? Was he scared of him?
He really wasn't quite sure on that; he had never really talked to anybody -- and if he did, he couldn't remember, no, not at this moment; hopefully some of it will come back to him. Hopefully. -- and he wasn't quite sure if people were scared by him. Not that he particularly paid any attention -- those sort of things just tended to slide off him like water off a duck.
"...." Puka? Okay, now he gives his name, but what use is it? He was bound to forget it soon. There was absolutely no point at all. But still, he might as well give the other his own back. A vague idea in the back of his head told him that it will be rude to not to. But what was his name?
As he sat there, comfortable in the cold and in his snug pale grey top and dark pants, an answer slowly came to him, much like the way it told him where he was. "Butter." his voice was still hoarse, but it was loud enough to be heard by Puka. "My name is.. Butter."
[[EDIT// Yay! Armand's in! xD]]
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 7:32 pm
((wee :3))
Puka continued shivering but kept hs eyes on the other. "Butter..." he murmured softly, then smiled, "I-It's nice to meet you." He looked down at his toes and curled them, hoping to conserve some form of heat this way which didn't really work. He was too cold, to transform into his animal-like form so he simply sat there curled up, looking at the other through weary eyes.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 1:24 am
Butter -- he was still vaguely wondering where that name had come from; why did he chose it? And if he didn't, who did? Why Butter? What could it mean? Whatever meaning that it once possibly held, it meant absolutely nothing to the dark-haired male at the present. No matter how he tried to extract some kind of memory from his mind, all he could find was a total, endless blank. Like an empty blackboard, or freshly-cleaned desk.
He glanced over to the other, noticing the other's tiny movement; the other did look a little pale.. was he cold? But how? "..Are you.." He paused slightly, the pale eyes blinking and long, dark lashes sweeping down to cover those blank depths before focusing again on Puka. "Are you cold?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 3:41 am
"H-huh?" Puka looked up when he was asked the question. He felt a bit nervous having the other staring at him like that and he blushed lighty. The young experiment nodded in response and blushed again as he held on tightly to the large shirt he wore. The bottoms of his feet had begun to sting lightly and were now red, as well as his nose which had turned a light pink.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:05 pm
Butter blinked slightly in surprise -- or rather, something that was the closest thing to surprise for him; a vague sense of strangeness -- when the other nodded, his nose turning pink and grip tightening on the shirt. Strange, how he couldn't feel the cold while the other could. Maybe it was some strange by-product that took his memory away and made his heart stop beating. Maybe it was the long, long sleep. Butter couldn't remember when he began, but he knew that it must have been a long time. The world was so strange to him now..
"..We.. could go out, if you'd like." We? Why did he say we? He could have just as easily have told Puka to get out if he was cold, but why should he himself go out too? The dark haired male shook his head tiredly; it was just too much. Everything was so complicated.. "..I'd like to know about this place a bit more."
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 3:55 am
Puka looked up and blinked, the smiled at the other, "A-alright.." Slowly he stood up on his shaky legs and made way toward the other. Holding a hand out, he smiled down at him, "Come on! Maybe we'll find some thing interesting." His cheeks were still flushed a light pink but he simply smiled at the other, finally able to be with someone.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 6:35 am
Glitter.
Yup, glitter. All over the floor. Sparkly little specks of shiny dust that glimmered rainbow-colored under the flourescent lighting. A few little piles of the stuff showed that someone had tried --unsuccessfully-- to sweep it up, but most of it was a staggering, wobbly little trail of flat glitter that meandered it's way to the feet of the glitter-shedder.
Chou didn't want to be here. It was creepy here. Oh, sure, Master-sama had told him to come here if something happened, and since Master-sama had stopped moving, Chou considered that as 'something happened', but now he didn't know what to do, and he didn't like it. Besides, it was creepy here. But he had fulfilled his instructions --he'd gotten here, hadn't he?-- and now he was lost because no one had told him to do anything after he got here.
...and it was creepy here.
Sighing a little dejectedly, Chou rested his chin on his knees, running a finger through a small pile of glitter and doodling little swirls in the sparkly dust. It had been surprisingly easy to sneak in, even with knee-high boots and a heavy leather skirt. He supposed they were trying to keep people from getting out, not getting in. But...but now that he was in, what was he supposed to do? He didn't have any instructions, and without instructions he just felt...lost.
Maybe someone would find him and tell him what to do. Then he wouldn't be lost.
In the meantime, he'd just doodle in his glitter. It was safer than wandering the halls and getting in trouble because he didn't know the rules.
((First postie. ::glomps Fringy:: Whee!))
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 10:53 am
[[Yay! >< -huggles tightly- BenaBena's here! <3]]
Glitter. That was the first thing he had noticed when the redhead stepped out from his room, trying unsuccessfully to cover his yawning and balancing a cup of coffee -- two milk, no sugar -- in one hand while simultaneously trying to tug on his white gown over one shoulder. His hair was messier than usual, twisting and curling at the his forehead in a typical 'I-Fell-Asleep-Reading-Books-Again' type, but nobody wouldn't comment on that.
A few assistants dropped a hasty greetings to the redhead as they walked past, some with the trace of glitter almost to their knees. They were all careful to not look at him directly in the eye; they all heard what Armand Yamagawa could do. He grinned softly into his coffee; it was a nice day. A bright, new day full of new things to try. Oh, how fun!
But first, he was more curious about the source of this massive onslaught of glitter than anything else. Maybe it was a new specimen. Maybe he would get to examine it. Maybe it was pretty and pink and shiny just like the sparkles..
Humming quietly but cheerfully under his breath -- something by Schumann -- Armand began to wade his way through the glitter, flicking a few pieces of it with his fingers when they alighted on his shoudlers.
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