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 Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 4:39 pm
(GONNA FILL THIS IN SOON)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 4:46 pm
Ying paced forward into the fog. The darkness was terrifying, but the silence was fatal. It stifled her movements, making them awkward and robotic. She tried to lurch through it, attempting to see past the glimmering nothingness, but there was- as nothingness entailed- nothing. Any noise she made disappeared, falling on deaf ears.
It was no use.
“In the end, you will always be alone.”
The tiny girl turned, looking for the source of the voice. In the movement, something brushed past her, making Ying jump. There was no one, yet the rustling noises continued. What was she to make of this?
“In the end, the only one you can trust is yourself.”
Ying shook her head. The words were lost in the fog, but she still spoke them. "No, you are wrong. There is more in this world than ourselves. There is-"
Another step was taken towards her, and she panicked. She turned to run, to leave this horrid place. “SHOW ME YOUR RESOLVE.” Ying ran, crashing into the rubble. She had to find something. A weapon- her axe maybe- A ... A ...
A necklace.
Fear gave way to gladness, panic turning to joy. She ran her fingers around it, tying it into a knot. Yes, there. Now it was good and fixed.
Hands came around her neck, tying the necklace in place. That was its place. The person laughed, and Ying found herself caught in a giggle too. Who was this person? Where was she?
The laugher turned to arguments. Crying, begging. Ying wouldn't give in. Hands clutched around her necklace and snapped it. It was done, just as their relationship was, whatever that might be.
The moment the necklace touched the ground, Ying remembered something else. Long ago, a forgotten outing. They were supposed to go see the turtleducks in the park pond, but they never showed up. The mother was too busy, there was no time for things like turtleduck. Ying resigned herself to sewing, telling herself this was how it was supposed to be. Yeah, she didn't need to see the turtle ducks anyways.
“There is no redemption from malevolence. Once you accept this fate, there is no turning back.”
Revenge flared, but disappeared with the voice. Ying scarcely remembered anything but running for her life from the area.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 6:50 pm
The last place had not been peaceful.
This place seemed to be even less so.
It was not full of trash, but it might-as-well have been. The debris was about the same, but the debris was out of order, potentially sharp and dangerous. Nkosazana had to step carefully. As calloused as her feet were from typically walking without shoes, the ground underneath her still seemed incredibly dangerous, and she was not fond of ending up with her foot cut up due to it.
When she heard the shuffling, she lifted her head and looked around. There was no one near her. How bizarre. She attempted to call for them, with an, "Anyone there?" but even to her, it nearly sounded like a whisper, despite the fact that she was trying to project. It surprised her, Nkosazana's eyes widening. How was that possible?
Unnerved now, Nkosazana walked a bit faster, attempting to get away from wherever she had found herself. It was unfortunate, then, that it seemed the shuffling kept up with her, back again despite the fact that she could not confirm there was a single person in the vicinity. Her heart was pounding. She had to get out of here. Nkosazana didn't know what was going on. How was she going to get out of -- what was that?! What had brushed against her?! Nkosazana was about to scream for help, opening her mouth, but then she remembered how futile that was.
No one could hear her screams.
"In the end, you will always be alone."
There was no one there. Who was saying that? Nkosazana clutched her head tightly, getting a headache. Was it coming from her?
"In the end, the only one you can trust is yourself."
That sounded ominous, and she knew it was not true. There were plenty of people she had been able to put her trust in, even here. It was surprisingly easy to form good bonds based on solid trust when in situations none of any of them understood. Nkosazana managed a small glare, though she was not capable of holding the angry expression very long, especially when he screamed at her to show her resolve.
She scrambled to find something, picking up something that glinted in the light. A dagger. She could work with this, could she not? She gripped it tighter, turning around, but the voices got louder.
They were laughing.
They were mocking.
They knocked her down, and she dropped the dagger. Nkosazana cried out, pushing herself forward in an attempt to pick it up again. She cried again as someone punched down on her hand, twisting their foot until they left a mark, and a punch to her side made her curl up and crumple. Could she just stay here? Was the dagger the wrong choice?
The ridicule hurt, and she wanted nothing more than to make them stop. It was painful. The ridicule hurt almost as much as their continued physical beating, and she could not help the feeling of anger that was beginning to boil even in her, who had a horrible tendency to just sit and take what was dealt to her. She would not take this. How could they do this? It hurt so much-- why were they lifting her up? Did they have the dagger? They --
Nkosazana awoke screaming, but even though it was a dream, she could not stop her anger. She was boiling on the inside. She resented them.
Perhaps the goddess's words were right.
The only one she could trust was herself...
But Nkosazana shook her head. She couldn't let herself believe that -- but perhaps she should.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:02 pm
Amrita had left the garbage labyrinth, and yet she wasn't free of it's debris. It was littered everywhere, and it was almost unnerving. There was enough small scratches of noise to convince her she wasn't alone, but it sent in the discomfort of not being able to see who - or more likely what - was with her. She was vaguely aware that she had tried to call out, and yet she heard nothing.
In the end, you will always be alone.
The voice insisted, and though she spun in all directions to find it's speaker, there was nobody there. She was alone. It was all in her head.
In the end, the only one you can trust is yourself.
There was something there now, she could see a vague shape through the fog. It was staring at her intensely, making her feel smaller than a toddler that hid behind her mother's skirts. The discomfort grew so much she scrambled back, trying to turn tail and flee, until:
SHOW ME YOUR RESOLVE.
Amrita gasped a bit, tumbling and groping blindly for the first item she could get her hands on. It was a cloth, a recently bloodied one. s**t, she thought, how was this going to save me?! It slipped from her fingers as her stance slipped in the blood, tossing the cloth out of her reach. She made a mad scramble to get it again, but the same result: failure. She looked up, trying to look for something else---
And saw herself, standing in a white room with both friends and stangers, the other side of an electronic wall showing the faces of many white coated fiends. She was weak, her strength sapped and yet she stood, stubborn and proud. These Hunters weren't going to fool her, or take her down; if any of them advanced, she was going to attack even if it killed her. They came in, they did something to her that tainted the only thing real thing she had of her own; her core. She didn't think it was possible, and yet here was the proof; they took away her identity, her future, her hope...
In the place of despair rose a well of pure rage. It threatened to choke her with it's intensity, and it sickened her down to her tainted core. They took something precious from her, and she was going to get them back. They would pay. One way or another, she would make them regret taking her that day.
An eye for an eye, tooth for a toot. Make them feel your pain. Make them suffer.
Oh. Oh she would make them suffer...
...For what?
She couldn't remember.
There was something lingering there, telling her she had experienced something extreme, and yet she couldn't recall a moment of it. How odd.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:04 pm
She wasn’t sure of where she was, but she didn’t think she liked this place. It was full of broken things, fog and the dark. The shadows clung to the mountains of things and the darkness cloaked it all in silence. Silence that was not entirely silence. No. She could hear something. Someone.
“In the end, you will always be alone.” A voice. Sherry spun, but saw no one. She continued spinning even as she heard the voice again. And then she was not alone. She looked at the figure, dark and tattered. And armed.
“In the end, the only one you can trust is yourself.” Sherry ran. She ran in fear. They would hurt her, kill her. She knew and she knew from looking at them that she could not fight them. She could not. So she ran. She looked about her, the need to fight, to defend rising up inside. She would not die willingly. Never that. She simply needed a weapon. She tripped, she fell, but she was not ready to give up. “SHOW ME YOUR RESOLVE.” Before her was a necklace, and her hands reached for it. It was broken, but something about it struck a chord in her and she was attempting to repair it before she realized it. The images were already dancing in her mind, even as the broken thing glimmered in her hand. She heard laughter, felt the necklace around her neck, she heard herself laughing… yet it was not her. The memory was happy, until it wasn’t. She felt anger and sadness, heard pleading and begging. Hands reached for her, as though they could stop her or could comfort her. She could feel the anger growing. Someone had been wronged. Very wronged. She heard promises, felt a tug on the necklace. Sherry felt it snap and she dropped it. The sound of it hitting the ground caused her jump, tossing her out of the vision. The necklace lay at her feet. Even as she looked down on it, anger washed over her again. Her hand was on the door.
“Please, don’t. You said—“
“I don’t care what I said,” she muttered. She was trying to sound angry, trying to sound as if she hated them. She wanted them to know how she felt. “You don’t deserve it. You hurt me. On purpose.”
“That’s not—“
“Isn’t it? Isn’t that what you just said?”
“Yes, but, Sherry. You can’t. You promised. You can’t go back on a promise. You—“
“You already went back on yours!” She was screaming and she could feel her hand crushing the doorknob. She wanted to hurt him, to see him cry and watch him bleed. She was angry and it was terrifying. So she left, and she hoped like hell it hurt him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:28 pm
“In the end, you will always be alone.”"I know," Mimsy murmured, turning from one side to the next, ultimately finding nothing. Of course. There were moments in time where she despised this fact, and moments in time when she reveled in it, but there was never a moment when she did not know that she would always be alone. She twisted and contorted her entire world around this fact, and she never forgot the truth it contained. A noise caught her attention, and she looked up to find someone who had most definitely not been there before. She felt no temptation to flee, because she was the prey that froze and awaited her fate, which was exactly what she was doing now. It was with a look of confusion that she greeted the stranger, frowning in lieu of words. “In the end, the only one you can trust is yourself.”She did not know this. She had begun to trust so many, and was so certain that it was the answer. Was it not? It made sense for someone destined to be alone to refuse to trust. Everyone would leave her in the end. The glint of a dagger caught her eye, and she found herself conflicted as she wondered if this was the same entity who made the claim about trust - because who could trust the untrustworthy in the first place? It hurt her head to think about, and she thought that she was not herself, not enough of herself to figure this out. The figure was much too close to her the next time her eyes found it, and she stumbled backwards in a panic and tripped over a root ( why did this feel familiar), hands uselessly clamoring for something on the ground nearby to defend herself with. “SHOW ME YOUR RESOLVE.”Her fingertips jerked away from something cold, but found it again upon the realization that it had been cold and metal. It fit easily into her hand and felt as if it were made to be there, her palm curling tightly around its handle. She pulled it forward and glanced at the blade, covered in rust (or blood, she couldn't be certain), and held it at arm's length towards the figure. A smile parted her lips and became a crooked grin, until something shoved her, and she fell backwards, knocking the breath from her lungs. Shaking fingers reached for the blade again, longing to feel something that felt right, but someone stepped on her wrist, earning a whimpering yelp of pain. Someone kicked her and she ( stared up at them with wide blue-green eyes full of destruction) curled up and hid from that word-- --monster----and it hurt her core, because she couldn't figure out why, couldn't understand what she had done to earn such a title. She wished she wasn't alone. If someone was here with her, she might be able to ask what part was so incorrect that it earned that response. If she had someone here with her, she could question what it meant to be a monster...and why it hurt so badly that she'd been called such a thing, even if she didn't know exactly why. They laughed and spit and kicked and in this world she was not the victor. In this world there were no seven-year-old boys to cut open and no mothers to carry them away. In this world she was prey. And she would always be alone. “I have seen your resolve. Never forget that the only one you can trust is yourself.”Weary eyes found the goddess and yearning fingers reached to grasp intangible words, just to have something that felt right.
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