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 Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 6:45 pm
Blue jar in hand, Kaje picked up the tag hung around its neck.
Drink me
Well, as it said...
He downed the contents with one gulp, shuddering slightly as he swallowed the last drop. Immediately, he felt nauseous, though not the kind that stirred one's stomach. This feeling was in his heart. An aching, a yearning, a longing for something... but what? It felt as if he was forgetting something... missing something... but why couldn't he remember?
Everything was spinning, dizzy, and when the world finally decided to stop, he realized before him were three things. He didn't... have to eat these, did he? Minutes passed by as he just stared at the confectionery, and when nothing happened, he sighed.
Deny not the goddess.
With another sigh, he reached towards the cupcake.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 6:57 pm
Taking a bite out of the cupcake, he paused, making a face.
It wasn't... half bad. But... it felt as if something was missing. Suddenly, his heart began to ache, and he clutched it, panting. What were these feelings... these emotions... they were overwhelming, and while he struggled to keep them at bay, they bubbled and boiled, threatening to overtake him. Gasping, he reached toward one of the cups, not caring which one he took.
When he gulped down the tea, panting, he placed the cup down, noticing that it was black. Another feeling began to overwhelm him, one of sorrow, of grief. One that cried out helplessness, and though he tried to fight it, tried not to remember, it suddenly came, enveloping him, possessing all of him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:00 pm
He felt a crushing weight, and everything went black.
Was this... how it ended? He never even got a chance to thank her, never got a chance to say goodbye... he was...
... alive?
His eyes flew open, feeling liquid seep through his clothes, hearing labored breathing.
What...
Catherine's face was inches from his, and she was panting, clearly in pain.
Her scapular was splattered with blood, and did little to hide the gaping hole in her shoulder.
"s**t, that was my last shot. That b***h ended up taking it."
Jake redirected his gaze to the teen who held the gun that was now fumbling with it and glowered at them.
Catching his look, the two teens' eyes widened, and they fled.
"J-Jake..."
Pushing himself up, he shifted Catherine so that he was cradling her in his arms.
"Shh, it's ok, I'm going to find a doctor and get you fixed up, and then-"
She touched his cheek and gave him a sad smile.
"N-no..."
Lowering her hand, she rested it on the gold cross around his neck.
"I'm glad to see it suits you... Jake Cross."
Letting out a soft sigh, she closed her eyes.
"I'm sorry... this was all I could give you. I hope you take good care of it."
Jake only stared at her.
"What... what are you saying... Catherine! You can't die here, you can't-"
She opened her eyes, giving him a tired smile. It sickened him to see how weak and fragile she looked, this woman, who was always full of energy, full of joy... and now...
"If anything, I'm glad I was able to protect you for this long..."
She reached up, touching his cheek again, smearing it with blood.
"You are... so, so precious to me..."
"Protect? What do you-"
It finally clicked, why she was always so secretive, why they barely stayed at home.
She knew. She knew that they were after him, and yet, she still continued to stay in his company, continued to protect him.
He was suddenly filled with anger.
Those guys knew. They were waiting, watching, waiting for her to leave him, but in the end, she got in the way. Once again, he screwed up, and now...
Catherine's eyes widened slightly when she saw his expression.
"Jake... don't"
"I promise you, I'll kill them with my own two hands. For them to do this to-"
"No! You can't!"
She clutched at his shirt.
"Please... Jake... let bygones be bygones. Don't be fueled with revenge... don't-"
"No, I'll make them suffer just as much as they made you suffer, they-"
"Jake..."
Her voice was quieter now, strained.
"Please... promise me... you won't... do anything..."
"...rash."
She trailed off into a sigh, her grip on his shirt loosening as her eyes closed and body fell limp.
"CATHERINE, CATHERINE!!"
He couldn't remember that last time he cried, but tears streamed down his eyes as he grabbed her shoulders, shaking her.
"CATHERINE, WAKE UP, please... wake... up..."
Dropping to his knees, he wrapped his arms tightly around her, muffling his sobs as he buried his face into her shoulder.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:13 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blue Description: Sad, dark, painful.. losing someone irreplaceable. Your commentary on its flavour: She didn't realize she'd cried until she felt a single tea slide down one cheek, lifting a hand to wipe at it. Ah... right. The rush of those emotions. Realizing your very existence was the reason you lost someone precious, that you'd cause it. That seemed... it hurt to think about it. She toyed with the crest at her throat. Not the same, but... she understood how he felt. She hadn't lost someone, but the thought of it. Of losing someone... or something precious. It hurt. But that just meant getting up. She was right. "Don't do something stupid." That was right, because her sacrifice would go out the window if he died too, wouldn't it? She'd... have to tell him that. ..him? Did she know someone like that. Ah, she didn't know. If she saw something like it she'd know just the advise to give though.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:46 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blue Description: Dark, Cold, Strong and Bitter. Almost painful Your commentary on its flavour: Rhryse found this tea to be a very strong blend, riddled with sadness and despair. There was hurt in this memory, deep and unforgettable. It made her sad, and the feeling of being in despair and helpless to do anything about it was nearly overwhelming. Pain and Death. She could feel the pain here, she could even understand it in her heart. She didn't want to, it hurt too badly. She didn't want to see memories like this. No one needed memories like this. She wished the best for whomever this tea belonged to. They were dark and they hurt so much.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 9:33 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep Blue Description: Grief, Fear, Loss Your commentary on its flavour: Another sad taste in her mouth, Palem swallowed it even though she wanted to let it dribble back into the cup. The loss was heartbreaking, she held the spot where her core glowed. What transpired for this horrible memory, maybe she didn't want to know. The blood, the grief, the tears; she almost felt her own fall but she pushed away from the table before they could.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:18 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Navy Blue Description: Bitter, salty, hints of anger but mostly a very cold grief Your commentary on its flavour: She did not like guns. Memories like this enforced this new but apparently innate concept of hers. She'd tasted of what it was like to be loved by someone--the very thought of having that taken away with a snap made her bristle. Rostym felt sympathy for the boy in the memory and wished she could reach out (hugs couldn't hold someone broken together, but it might help the mending even a little).And yet she could not help but feel as though vengeance would be appropriate: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a body for a body. A part of her knew it was wrong, but for sorrow this deep, something had to take the edge off . . .
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 2:45 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Royal Blue Description: Revenge, loss, pain. Disappointment in oneself. Futility. Your commentary on its flavour: This memory, despite its pain, resonated in her: revenge. The bearer of this memory lost someone precious, and although the memory omitted who the people in it were, or why they were after the guy, it did enough to tell her that whoever he’d lost was precious to him. She felt that, and she felt the disappointment in him, that he hadn’t been able to keep her safe. That he’d let this happen. She saw the guilt as it turned into fuel for revenge, and was mesmerized by it. The way it cocooned, to grow into something beautiful and all-consuming.
At least, until it wrapped its sorrowful wings around her, choking out the light. She finished the memory with damp cheeks, eyes shut, hoping that the desire for revenge had given him purpose after he lost his Catherine, this Jake Cross.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 4:22 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blue Description: Grief, Loss, Pain, Love, Hate Your commentary on its flavour: This tea had a painful, sour taste. There was an underlying sweetness, but it kept being overpowered by bitterness, and by the aftertaste, it was gone completely. He felt like he'd lost something good. And this Jake guy couldn't do anything about it, because she'd asked- he shook his head. She nice, and she was gone, and those guys didn't understand mercy. He would have made them pay tenfold.
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