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 Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 1:21 pm
Amy a familiar presence just a few meters away from her.
She dove behind the bushes, seeing if it was a friend or a foe.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:53 pm
Ashle moaned. She said, "Who...Where am I?" Her voice was groggy, and soft. Her hair was in her face, a face of dark brown. She tried to see, but her vision was blurry and hazy. Her head felt like a twelve ton boulder had crashed into it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 3:24 pm
"You mean it?" Maria asked softly. She once more wrapped her arms around Nobody, desperately seeking comfort and forgiveness. "You're not mad at me? Mother was lying to me for all those years? I haven't been bad?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 3:46 pm
(I'm thinking of making a new character...will that be okay? :/)
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 4:34 pm
"You are in the castle of the Red Queen and her Suits, young lady," Gestalt responded, grabbing a hold of the girl's face. "You are a rather stubborn woman, trying to fight against a Suit. Perhaps you misjudged me because I seem frail or because my eyes are covered."
The girl's eyes were glassy and droopy and her skin had lost some color from the sedative. She didn't show any signs of mobility, but Gestalt kept his guard up. The girl would most likely attempt another escape like earlier.
"I am the Jack of Clubs, young miss," Gestalt exclaimed, moving the girl's hair out of her face with his gloved fingertips. "It is my job to interrogate you."
Jack smirked at the Eight of Spades, noticing a glimmer of fear in his large eyes. Even the very mention of the Jack of Diamonds' favorite punishment caused the Suits to pale in fear. The solitary confinement punishment was favorite for a simple reason: it turned the Suits against themselves, instilling a fear within them so great, they wouldn't dare repeat their actions again.
The Eight of Spades was surely going to get the favorite punishment of the Jack of Diamonds, but not for too long.
"Follow me," he said, almost like a whisper, "You'll spend a few hours in the chamber."
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 4:38 pm
Ashle's mind told her to do something to get out of here. Run, fight something, but her body did nothing. It was still drugged. She said softly, "Why? I have done nothing..." She tried to move from the man's grip. "You're hurting me..." she was able to say. The man smelled of plastic.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 6:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 8:07 pm
Nobody looked at Maria with a sad smile, surely he had not been the only one hurt by the suits or by his mother for that matter but that didn't diminish his resentment in the least. he had nothing but bad memories about them, even when he met caterpillar it had taken him a while to trust the guy, he was a suit after all.
"Even if I am not the best person in the world, even if I am nobody to judge on good and bad I don't think you are bad, let me just tell you a story" he said quiet conscious that his words might not be gentle or even necessary but also wanting Maria to know what lied behind this small yet cursed body "I used to have Two older brothers, Somebody and Anybody, i also had a father and a mother, they are gone because of me somehow and yet I can not accept that, I am selfish and decide to blame others” he said as a prologue to his tale, yes he was weak and selfish, he had always been, It was not to just be a hero and save wonderland and thereafter his loved one that he plotted and planed, no one was that selfless.
‘The white queen was crazy’ he then began ‘The white Queen was crazy and everyone in looking glass knew that, but she had been brought up in wonderland with the queen of hearts so it couldn't be helped, despite this craziness she was the queen and as such she needed to be obeyed, her oddities where harmless after all, introducing her guest to the foods and a strong conviction of hideous aesthetics where not harmful at all, she, herself was not harmful at all, until she had her first son at least.
When her first child was born the pretty little thing had been blessed with all the love and attention a child could get, nothing ailed the child, he didn’t cry, not even once, Somebody White was a cheerful, healthy child, but somehow he died after a week, the white queen was devastated, she wouldn’t eat of sleep for weeks, she recovered in time and not long after she bearded a new child, Anybody White, the cute little thing had been blessed with love, he cried from time to time, like any child, but Anybody was a healthy child yet the queen could not see him at all, she couldn’t stand his cries so she ordered one of her knights to kill him, the child died after a month, the queen wouldn’t confess but everyone knew what had happened.
There was a law passed against harming anyone form the royal family after that, and so the third son was born, Nobody White, he was not blessed at all, he cried all the time and had poor health, the queen hated him but no matter how many times she asked her knights they wouldn’t kill the child, she tried then herself but there was always someone to stop her, a couple yeas passed and the child survived, he never noticed his mother hatred, the queen was smart and didn’t act ill or vicious in front of him, yet she plotted his death whenever she was alone, the first couple times she disguised her attempts as ‘games’ and Nobody never noticed, that his father or other people interrupted such ‘games’, eventually the white queen got mad, she grew tired and impatient and so she asked for help to her friend, the queen of hearts, and that's when the suits came along...'
Nobody stopped for a bit, the incident had been quiet unpleasant so he was not really going to disclose that part to maria, no matter how much he loved her, the memory of being kept away in a dark room, of people tormenting and molesting him for who knows how long, of loosing track of time and being unable to tell day from night, he had been told afterwards it was only 26 hours he had been missing but to him it was like an eternity in hell, there had been 5 people involved... if Marcie hadn't arrived when she did he probably wouldn't be standing here right now... they had planed to end him piece by piece, starting with his right eye, he could almost feel the intrusive metal instrument they had used invading his eyesocket, the pain blinding him momentarily, the tears overflowing and mixing with his blood before the door opened suddenly, his withe knight in there, he had been unable to see just how it happened but when he came back to his senses he discovered 4 suits where dead and his knight had more than one fatal wound, Marcie had almost not counted it as well.
'they kidnapped me and tortured me for 26 hours before Marcie rescued me, mother became even angrier' he continued with the tale 'Nobody was out of risk for a bit but only because the queen decided to ‘play’ with his father, he was always behind the rescues and so she looked at him like an obstacle.
Nobody had seen the game, he grew afraid and weary until eventually he couldn’t think straight, he walked out of bed on the bleak of night and his hands found their way to a meat knife “Let’s play a game” he said opening the door to his mother’s chamber. The queen laid asleep, unaware of the peril, ignorant within a dream, as the northern light colored the sky and washed away the darkness, her troth was exposed, pale and delicate on the pillow where her head also rested, an easy target and with a swift movement the ivory became ruby as black night became red.
As nobody finished the tale a smirk grew on his face at the bitter taste the memories left hanging in his tongue, but the painful remembrance of that day pushed him forward to accomplish what should be done on that atrocious night. "I am no innocent and i will never be" he said looking away from maria for a bit.
Eight followed quietly, fear growing within him as they neared the dreadful destination, a few hours? how long was a few hours? 3? 5? 15? he needed to know for certain how long he was to endure or it would be definite madness in there "Exactly how long am i to stay in there?" he asked as they reached their destination, he was trying really hard to keep the smile on his face and failing almost miserably.
((long day and long story but i won't be as active as i was anymore))
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 8:31 pm
{Wow, I'm sorry if it is something bad. You will be missed. *huggles*}
Maria listened intently, tears streaming from her eyes at the mere thought of all the suffering he went through. "My mother hated me too, though for different reasons. You see, I am the only proof that exists of her infidelities. She's had a plentiful ammount of affairs, all of which would tarnish her reputation even further. My birth was something she could not tolerate, so she locked me away. I was and still am her only daughter, so she could not easilly slay me. So instead, I was beaten. Often. I was also starved more often than not. My step-father, her husband, as well as a servant called Tweedledum snuck me food as often as they could. Eventually they were found out and were severely beaten, especially Tweedledum. Afterwards she decided to punish me, using a blade for the first time. She enjoyed it, making it her new weapon of choice when 'punishing' me. That's how I got most of my scars. Before she could come to finish me off, however, something wierd happened. She committed suicide after killing my stepfather. I'm not sad to see either go, except for maybe my stepfather...even if he only helped me out of pity. In fact, I'm overjoyed at the fact that mother died! If I could've, I would've killed her myself!" she admitted, not regretting telling him for a moment. Maria knew she could at least somewhat relate. "Sometimes I told that I have mental problems from the trauma, but I've yet to see them. For all that I know, I could be a monster and not remember it. I guess I can't say that I'm all too innocent either..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 4:08 pm
No response... did the jack of diamonds kept quiet knowingly? did he wanted for Eight of spades to loose it even before entering the room? a knot tried itself at the pit of eight's stomach, but he entered the room without complaining.
Eight of spades walked in to the small, dark room calmly before turning heels and an smiling at the jack of diamonds without looking at his face at all so that he could actually display one of his usual bright smiles "See you in few hours then sir" he said keeping the smile on place until the door closed and left him in complete darkness, just then he left out a heavy sigh and dropped loudly to his knees, being around the jack of diamonds was really tiresome, he wondered how could anyone keep a tranquil face in his presence at all, the man was so scary and his crushing aura was so powerful it had taken eight more than he had just to look him on the eyes.
Eight took his gun out of the holster and raised it to the level of his eyes squinting them and trying to make out the figure of Josephine on the dark, it was simply not possible, his eyes where not used to the darkness yet, so he gave out another sigh and placed the gun to his side, he then took a small case and lighter form his pocket.
The case flung open as Eight rested his weight against a wall, he took out a cigar from the case and lit it up, the lighter gave out very little light but it appeared too bright on the closed room, it probably wouldn't last long but it was a reassuring warmth for the time being, he clicked it off and started to smoke the cigar as slowly as he could, the smell filling the room shortly after but the smoke not crowing it, surely there must have been a ventilation system near, he would need to look for it the next time he lighted up a cigar but for now he just tried to relax, he was going to be here for a while after all "Yes, Josephine, i know the nicotine is not going to help me in the end but i can not help it" he said taking a long breath of his cigar and letting the smoke out of his mouth while making small rings "I know i don't look cute when i smoke, why do you think i do it alone?" he continued discussing with his gun, quiet rare since Josephine usually didn't fight with him "I didn't ask for your opinion anyhow" he said frowning and taking another breath of his cigar, letting go of the smoke he had been holding in a big puff this time, what was wrong with Josephine today? it must had been the room, the cold...dark...small...scary room. On...
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Off... Eventually eight ran out of cigars, he was now just seated on the floor with a lost look on his eyes and staring in to the nothingness of the room, how long had he been here? On... off...on...off... the lighter he held gave him a little comfort, he could see the lingering rests of smoke traveling to the air vent as he clicked it on and off repeatedly, but the lighter couldn't stay on forever, just like he had run out of cigars the gas of the lighter ran out eventually... on... off...on...off... off...darkness. "yes, Josephine, i know you told me not to play with the lighter like that or it would run out faster but what did you wanted me to do? i don't like darkness..." he said looking at the vast nothingness once more "Maybe the Jack of diamonds forgot about us Josephine" He said rather alarmed after a moment "What?!" He almost screamed straightening himself "y-you think he can hear us and is keeping us inside longer because he knows we cheated on the punishment?" Eight took in a couple quick breaths, as if expecting for something to come out at him at any moment but as nothing did so he relaxed just a little "don't be silly Josephine, that is impossible..." He said finally but not really convinced at all "it IS impossible, right?" Josephine didn't answer, why did she not answer? she always did, why not this time? was there something wrong? so wrong even Josephine was afraid?
"smile eight, smile for me" an eerily quiet voice said.
what was that? who was that? was he not supposed to be alone? "Josephine...." he called a little afraid, there was no response again but he could feel something eerily cold, eight tried to click the lighter on but he had ran out of gas god knows how long ago "Damn it... best time to not have a fire" he said sarcastically as he scolded himself for not carrying matches and trowed the silver lighter at the wall, the dull sound of it hitting the wall and then falling to the ground reverberated and grew louder and louder, it just wouldn't quiet down, how long had it been since it started making that horrible sound? like a dry loud scream... it took eight a long while to realize the sound he kept hearing was not from the lighter anymore, it was his own screams, dry and loud, how long had he been screaming, clutching himself? paining his own body without realizing? he noticed his heavy and rapid breathing and the maddening pounding of hid heart as he clutched his hands on his head and face, not caring about the sticky and warm substance that came out after much pressure of his fingernails to the skin.
Nobody smiled gently, placing a soft kiss to maria's forehead, they both had their share of pain and even if it was a different sort of pain for each at least they could have each other from now on "It pains me to know about your loathsome fate before the recent turn of events set you free, and i would very much enjoy staying here and kissing your pain away" he said stroking maria's long and soft hair before taking a strand of it and kissing it lightly "but for now i must attend to a meeting that concerns both of our futures, will you be all right, ma amour?" he asked, concern evident on his voice. but he knew, that if what maria had said was true, she held even less power than he had imagined in the beginning, being an illegitimate daughter resulted in her actual power being diminished greatly and so the more they should hurry to execute tonight's plan, he took a glance at his watch, 11:05, barely enough time not to be late. ((thank you anime, i just kinda need to look for a new job))
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 4:17 pm
{I wish the best of luck for you.}
"I will if you come back for me." Maria said softly, that lonely look evident in her eyes. She was able to tell that this meeting would be very important, and perhaps very dangerous, so she did not ask to come along no matter how much she wished to. "I will not ask you to tell me what it is or what will happen, but I want you to promise me you'll come back to me soon." she then said, sounding stronger and perhaps more determined now. "Please? Will you promise me this?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 4:23 pm
(I made an application for a new character...i hope it gets accepted pretty soon...
And I hope things will get better soon, Exel)
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 4:42 pm
((go for it...i luffles you, Exel))
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 6:52 pm
((Heh heh . . . I found out that Lewis Carroll may have been a ***** . . . *glances at Lewis Liddell* Heh heh heh . . . ))
"You are simply here for questioning, young miss," Gestalt said, placing a hand to the cloth that covered his eyes. "Tell me, what does the Jack of Hearts mean to you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 6:54 pm
Ashle stared at him, "Jack Heart is just my friend. He was helping me through a hard time....You-the suits I mean-killed my best friend, and my true love..." Her voice was ice. She was finally gettin movement.
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