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 Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 6:47 pm
 Your Best Nightmare//000 ++++(Type) RP ++++(Trigger Warning) Torture ++++(Music) Your Best Nightmare (Undertale Remix) - nonplayablerecords Groaning softly as the chemical compound that they had initially injected her with started to wear off, her head lulled to one side before rolling around on her shoulders, eventually finding itself stationary but tilted slightly backwards as she tried to open her eyes. Finding nothing but darkness, Moira let out a shaky sigh to try and steady her heart that was starting to pick up it's pace. Looking around, she saw nothing, it was pitch black. Panic starting to set in, she took in a deep breath and struggled against the chains that had her bound to a chair.
"Quiet, you. I have some questions for you." A voice called out from the darkness before a single, bright light clicked on directly above the half-angel. Gritting her teeth, Moira figured that if she were to play along, she would be able to get out of whatever situation she had found herself in. Squinting in the bright light, she tried to find the source of the voice, but found none. "Who are you and whe-- A-AAAAA!" Her questioning was cut off as a rather strong shock was sent through the metal chair that she was sitting on and through her body. Slumping forward, the half-angel slowly looked forward, not too pleased with how this was going so far.
"I'll be the one asking the questions." the voice was dripping with a venom, one that Moira hadn't heard in ages, though if it saved her some unnecessary pain, she'd comply.
"What is your name?"
The voice asked, it's words sounding as if the person speaking had started to smile at the strange meta they had managed to capture.
"Moira.
"Full name, Maiden and Wed, if you do that sort of thing."
The voice was now one she was quickly growing to hate, one that she wanted to punch the owner of straight in the face to wipe the smug little smile off their little lips.
"Moira Broken, now known Moira Jessue."
She muttered her full name half-heartedly, clearly favoring her changed name over the one she had been bequeathed when she came into existence.
"Any relation to a one Alice Broken, perhaps?"
The question that they had asked caused her to flinch, clearly showing a dislike of that name just as they hated the last name tacked on behind her own.
"Yes. She was my mother."
"Good, You'll do just fine. Goodnight, Moira."
As the voice spoke, it began to chuckle, a sound that sent shivers down the half-angels back.
"No! Let me go, I answered your stupid questions now let me go!" Moira shouted, struggling against the chains for a handful of seconds before they snapped, releasing her from the chair. Standing up quickly, she slid into a fighting stance, though there was only a slight chuckle coming from wherever the voice had been coming from before the soft psshhht of a chemical being released into the room. "Please! Let me go! I don't want to die!" she shouted, running forward to where she figured there was a window or a door.
"Oh, we won't kill you, sweetie. We'll just use you. Goodnight."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 5:19 am
Loved, Loved, Lost//001 ++++(Type) Dream ++++(Specifics) Day of Parley, After Falling asleep on the couch. ++++(Music) Hurts like Hell - Fleurie Fast asleep on the couch Arno had dragged to her, Moira begins to dream...
She was a toddler again, her small frame being supported by someone. Slowly looking from her own tiny hands up to the figure that was holding her, she seemed perplexed that she couldn't put a face on the figure - as well as the figure that was behind the one behind the one holding her. The one that was holding her was muted in colors, blacks and only two hints of color - red and purple; the figure behind this one was purple and pink. With a sinking feeling in her gut, she felt her toddler form sliding through the arms of those who had once supported her.
Falling through darkness, Moira landed on her hands and knees, a child this time. About to get up on her own, bruises and cuts all up and down her arms, a small hand reached out to help her up. Looking up this time, she was met by the child form of her late(?) husband, Vic. Taking his hand, she started to cry as he helped her up.
As she rose, the two of them shifted from Children to Teens, soon starting to slow dance as Vic hummed a song. As they danced, they shifted from teens to adults - both of them dressed as they were at their wedding - the song Vic humming being the one he sand that night.
Embracing as he ended the song, Moira felt a pain shoot through the left side of her face, her back, and her left arm. Screaming in pain, she fell to her knees. Looking up, she saw Vic fading away, mouthing the words 'I love you.'
Screaming, she pounded her right fist against the darkness that was consuming her. Panic and fear kicking in as flashes of the torture she had undergone at Haven came back in flashes.
Soon, she started to punch the darkness, causing faint cracks as she thought she heard someone calling her name.
'Moira!' the voice called, and she continued to punch at the darkness, eventually causing it to shatter before she fell, tired, into the arms of her brother, Lucian.
'I'm home..'
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 7:20 pm
The World Beyond//002 ++++(Type) Entry ++++(Specifics) Written one day after Parley. ++++(Music) Main Theme Remix - Amella ~[The entry starts off a little awkward at first, clearly having an issue with writing after so long of not.]~
I have a lot to write about and a lot to say, but it can't really all go into one entry, more so as these pages seem smaller than what I remember - but the one I had been given was a gift, so I will use it with glee. I found out through my brother - the one I had hated so much as a child - that I had been captured, kept, tortured, and experimented on for twenty years. Twenty Years. I don't know how I managed to get myself through it, thinking back on it now, but I might be trying to distance myself from it... well whatever had caused me to stay so strong-willed to live, I hope it continues through my life as I'm going to need it. Finding out that so much has changed; the school closed, Alice - Mother - died because of our uncle, there's what seems to be a war going on, No one has heard from Vic since twenty years ago; it's a lot to take in.
While I know I should be sad about everything that has happened, all of it, including the very likely death of my own husband, I can only think that they would want me to remain strong. Strength is what I'm good at anyways. All I can do is stay strong and protect those who can't protect themselves... maybe even move on. I would like to get confirmation on my husband, though...but if he isn't dead and he is alive, I'm sure he and Arno will get along swimmingly. They both have a dislike about talking to people - Vic just generally talking and Arno about himself - so it may be a little odd...but that's only if he is alive.
I hope you're alive, Vic.
I love you, and I always will.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 3:08 pm
They don't know where I've been//003 ++++(Type) Entry ++++(Specifics) 5 Days after Parley ++++(Music) State of my Head - Shinedown It's crazy, to think that twenty years have passed since I had gotten captured. It just blows my mind that I was locked up that long, tortured that long, yet I'm still alive. They did so much to me to hurt me, trying to get me to answer questions that I didn't have answers to, so they just resigned to doing tests on me. I haven't...told anyone about everything they've done to me, aside from take my arm and wings, but that's sort of a given as they aren't on my body anymore. I'm not actually sure who I could tell with this sort of information - like, I would tell Arno but when I told him who took my wings he sort of got angrier than I would have imagined someone getting for a person like me... I know Vic would get upset, but not to that level, so maybe... I have found someone who cares like he does. It's sort of sweet, actually...
We still don't have solid evidence on where Lucian has been, though. I'm still worried, but I'm doing my best to just assure myself that he's just hiding like the others are assuming, but something isn't sitting quite right. I just feel like he would have tried to return by now.. I know he won't be able to call because he did his thing that apparently fries phones...
If he has been captured, I will do whatever it takes to get him out of there, even if it means my death. It might be the only thing I can do to honor my late mother, as he was the favorite.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 9:46 am
Didn't slow me down//004 ++++(Type) Entry ++++(Specifics) Day after Unite Sync. ++++(Music) F**kin' Perfect - P!nk I have found out so much tonight...way too much.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 4:21 pm
Bones of a miracle//005 ++++(Type) Entry ++++(Specifics) A day or two before Going Home ++++(Music) Waiting for Love -Avicii I never thought, I never really did, that I could love someone aside from Vic - the man who helped heal me after the wounds o my family were so fresh in my mind. Yet here I am, in love with someone so much younger than me in years, but my gosh...he's been giving me the same light in my life that Vic did. It's the sort of light that you need after being in the dark for so long, and I just want to keep getting closer to the light, but I know that if I go too fast, I might scare him away...and I don't want to do that. I don't think I could live with myself if I scared him away.
I just hope..I just hope that once we get Vic back, that I can get both o them to understand that I love them both. I really do...I just... I have more love in me than I can give to one person and I desire more love than what one person can give..I don't know if it' good or bad, but I just...I just want to love and be loved in return.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 1:46 pm
What are you so scared of?//006 ++++(Type) Dream/Entry++++(Specifics) Dream that triggers Beached Shark++++(Music) Amalgamate RemixOne pair of eyes, red eyes, piercing and in pain as the throbbing of her right arm kept her awake in the vision. Cringing as she was held down, the scientists around her hooked her up to a strange machine that was hooked up to a golden altar.
"Containment units for Adamantine and Feral hooked up?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Start the experiment."
The voices stated before a lever was flipped, causing pain to course through her. Screaming out in pain, an energy flowed through her to the golden altar. In a flash of light, an egg appeared. One that looked like it was made of a mixture of different flesh types mixed in with the candles they had used. A soft pink mixed with a steel blue.
"Egg has been successfully created. Start the second experiment."
"Sir yes sir."
Another lever had been flipped and another pain coursed through her.
In another flash of light, her vision split into three.
One from the woman and two from two new sets of eyes.
Purple and steel.
The woman looked back, her red eyes staring at the two toddlers sitting on the golden altar.
"Experiment 219 and 220 a success."
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 2:02 pm
//007
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++++(Specifics) Just after Beached Shark
I wasn't aware that I could have bruises on those parts. I don't think I will be sitting properly any time soon.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 2:17 pm
Spare Parts//008 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) After Anticipation++++(Music) Sand DreamI found out today just how hard I could punch, and I feel incredibly guilty. I should held back when I went to test the arm that Michael gave me to test out.. I shouldn't have punched him that hard. I am so sorry, Arno. I didn't... I didn't think I could hurt someone that badly...Even with a fake arm, I hurt you really badly. I just... I hope you can forgive me.
I will do my best to protect you, not hurt you.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 2:28 pm
The fall//009 ++++(Type) Dream++++(Trigger Warnings) Blood, Bodily harm, death, choking, knives.++++(Specifics) Happens during fractured.++++(Music) Abyss WatchersEyes, familiar eyes this time. Ones far too familiar, far too in pain for what she remembered. Purple and red, filled with tears as dread filled her body, dread and regret. Crying out as she struggled to fly after an arrow shot through her wing, the woman fell to the ground. Standing up, hands reached for her throat, soon choking her. The crowd grew thicker, and soon a knife had pierced her flesh, the woman crying out a familiar yet unfamiliar name. It all happened within a couple moments, if anything a blink of an eye. The vision fading as he life left the eyes, all she felt was regret.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 2:41 pm
Another broken heart//010 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) Near end of Fractured++++(Music) UnbreakableThrough mere accident, I have found myself wanting to keep my powers as minimal as possible. I apparently have a power that makes me a terrifying enemy to face off against, one that will keep attacking until I get knocked out...but I have no recollection of this actually happening to me. I had to go off of what both Michael and Arno had said... I just feel absolutely terrible because I feel like I almost killed him.. again. I just.. I wanted to be stronger to protect the ones I loved, not hurt them! I just want to protect them, please. I don't trust my own strength anymore because of this. I need to just, keep myself under control, see if there's a way I can make it so I don't trigger this ability, I don't like it..I don't like it at all.
I wonder if it's because of them, or if it is because of who, or what, I am. I am just so sorry, Arno. I am. I am so sorry, please.. I hope you can forgive me one day, as I can't forgive myself. I won't be surprised if you don't forgive me.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 10:58 pm
Echo in the Mirror//011 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) A couple days after fracturedKnowing now that I have a power that makes me lose control when I feel threatened is interesting, as I don't believe that I had this power before. Did I have it before? Did I not? Was my time at Haven that caused this change? I don't recall a lot of things of what powers and abilities I had back then. Did their torture and experimentation screw with me in more ways than I am aware?
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 10:59 pm
Dark and Light//012 ++++(Type) Entry++++(Specifics) Night of MemoriesI finally got to go to her grave.
It was... not how I was expecting it..but I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting in the first place? Maybe something much more frivolous and extravagant, I guess. Something that showed off that arrogant air of pretentiousness that she always seemed to give of.
Still, I did want to talk to her at some point, and if what Delilah said is true, I might...get that chance.
I know it's twenty year over due, but having looked back at all that time and everything that went on while I was being tortured..it...it just changes how you see things.
I'm not going to forgive her, I just want her to know that as an adult I now understand more of where she was coming from. Maybe I'll get that chance.
Some day.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 11:18 pm
Can’t say goodbye again//013 ++++(Type) RP++++(Specifics) Night of the Operation++++(Music) His them - Asriel's LamentTaking out her cellphone when she had settled down on the bed in the room that they had given her while she stayed at Sanctuary, she hummed a soft tune as she carefully tapped the screen to go to her contacts, favorites, and tapped the icon for 'Shark'. Smiling a bit, she brought the phone up to her ear, soon positioning it between her shoulder and ear so she could try to mess with her hair.
Riiin- click
"Hello, you have reached the voice mail for [number], please leave a message after the bee--"
She let the phone drop from her shoulder, her eyes widening as she stopped playing with her hair, a sense of dread filling her as panic started to sink in. Maybe he was busy, that could be it, right? Right. Just call him again, yeah. That's -- just call him again. Taking in a breath, she called the number again, only getting the same response. Hand shaking now, she took in a deep breath, held it, and let it out. Setting the phone down, she started to pace, killing about five minutes before she tried to call again.
Riiin- click
"Hello, you have reached the voice mail for [number], please leave a message after the bee--"
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"Hello, you have reached the voice mail for [number], please leave a message after th--"
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"Hello, you have reached the voice mail for [number], please leave a messa--"
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"Hello, you have reached the voice mail for [number], ple--"
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"Hello, you have reached the voice mail for [num--"
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"Hello, you have reached the voic--"
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"Hello, you have reach--"
Riiin- click
"Hello, yo--"
Hand shaking as she set the phone down on the bedside table, tears streaming down her face as the panic and fear kicked in hard. "N-no...no no no.." Moira sucked in a breath, it soon hitching in her throat as a sob choked it, causing her to cough. Taking in another one, she brought her hand to her face and covered it, trying to collect herself. Shaking her head, she hesitantly stood up, entire body shaking, as she made her way to the door. Struggling to open it, she made her way outside of the building and made her way int he darkness towards one side of the grounds that looked over the ocean.
The salt-filled wind throwing her hair behind her, Moira looked across the water with tears streaming down her face. Taking in a deep breath, she held it for a second, then screamed out towards the ocean.
Again
and again
and again
She screamed until her throat was raw, soon sitting down and pulling her knees to her chest and sobbing weakly. "Arno.. please... please be okay.." she whispered to herself, her voice practically gone.
"Please... I can't... I can't say goodbye again.."
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 10:41 pm
You make everything okay//014 ++++(Type) Entry ++++(Specifics) Just after her attempted calls to Arno. ++++(Music) My Demons - Starset Please, please be okay, you stupid ******** shark. I don't want to lose you too... it hurts too much to think about, but i can't not think about it and I just...I don't want you to be dead. You make everything okay. You were taking all of the pain away from being captured for twenty ******** years by Haven, don't you DARE be dead. I can't deal with you being dead, I just can't... I can't..
Please, please be alive...
I love you, Arno..
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