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 Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:28 pm
The man gazed down at her, his inverted eyes looking straight into hers.
"No, I don't believe we've met," he chuckled, begginning to sort out his whites, "You do have the same eyes as me though, how about that? I suppose it was silly of me to think that I was perhaps the-" he leaned close- "Only resident in Gaia with this look after all, eh?"
He stood back up, setting his assorted whites on the washer lid.
Diablo, on the other hand, was nose to nose with Karma, sniffing him apprehensively. What was this thing? It looked squishy, very funny.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:32 pm
Baniru extended a hand, grinning warmly. She knew those eyes. A sphinx! Another survivor! And he had a witty personality to boot- what a great guy.
"Hey, my name's Baniru. " she said cheerfully.
Karma wrinkled his nose and sneezed at the creature, almost falling over backwards into more soft clothing. He blinked for a bit, a little confused on what just happened, before attempting to scoot closer.
"Ki'y! Kikikiki~"
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:57 am
"Baniru!" he grinned, shaking her hand with eagerness, "That sounds familiar. My name is Chogan."
The man thought for a moment where he had heard the name before- but his mind couldn't place it. Instead, he went back to sorting his whites and pushing the colours into the washer.
"Now turn nob an put detergent in..." he murmered, reading the instructions on the inside of the washer lid.
He quirked a brow.
Detergent?
With a sigh, Chogan turned back to the woman he had been just conversing with, feeling sheepish that he had to bring up conversation about borrowing something.
"Ehm... excuse me, but do you have... detergent? I seemed to have forgotten mine."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 12:05 pm
"Yeah, I get that alot sometimes... Chogan hm? You know, Chogan was the name of my late father, believe it or not, but he died... drowned down in Gambino port."
She fidgeted a little when the man turned away, turning back to her little toddler.
"Karma, don't touch that! It might bite."
She pushed her cart, sweeping the toddler away from the cat. The woman had almost taken her basket and gone off to the dryer before she heard Chogan ask for detergent behind her.
"Oh, sure I do!" she said happily, pulling out a Tide bottle, "Just don't use it all please."
Karma wibbled a little before tears sprung to his eyes, hands still reaching out for the cat.
"Kiiiiiiiiii'yeeeeee..." he whined loudly from his seat.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 12:11 pm
"I'm sorry to hear that... and thanks." he smiled distractedly. He was reading the back of the bottle for usage.
"Pour up to line in cup and dump in washer. Repeat as many times as necessary."
Huh. As many times as necessary?
Chogan was snapped from his deep contemplation over washing clothes when he heard the woman talk to the toddler in her cart harshly, and bad about his cat no less.
"Excuse me," the man said with a stronger tone, frowning, "That cat is quite tame. And you don't have to snap at the kid like that all the time, you know. Try saying things softer and in a nicer tone, he's only a little sprout."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 12:16 pm
At Chogan's comments, she whipped around to glare.
"Excuse me?" She mused in an angry tone, "I don't need lectures on how to take care of my own children, thank-you-very-much."
And with that, the last of her clothes were piled into her cart, beside Karma.
"We're going. Now. Say goodbye to Mr. happy-face and your kitty."
Karma blinked, sniffling at the tone in his mother's voice. "Ki'y?"
Baniru snatched up a sock that had fallen to the floor in a huff, and marched out of the laundromat to the wails of her little toddler.
"Hush. I'll get you a kitty when you're older."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 12:28 pm
Chogan frowned. Deeply. Some people, (as he realized now) just made the world not fun to live in.
A sigh, a careful pouring of the detergent before he realized- the detergent! She had forgotten to take it with her!
The man anxiously looked out the laundromat doors, but Baniru was gone.
Diablo curled up on the pile of white clothing, most likely just adding to the dirt with his black fur.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 10:24 am
It wasn't until the man had left, and Baniru was pushing Karma out on the grungy shopping cart until they both saw it.
A kitten, soppy and muddy in the gutters outside the laundromat, mewing loudly as it tripped and went in circles.
Baniru would have refused going anywhere near the little beast as it seemed it had a disease- but Karma would have it otherwise. He screamed and tantrum'd and yelled until he got his way...
The Sphinx woman cautiously picked up the kitten- and despite being chewed and clawed, she took it home.
It was a while waiting as Baniru had to wash and clean the kitten off, but once it was free of grime it acted perfectly normal.
And it just seemed to LOVE the toddler to bits.
"Just what we need," muttered the woman, "Another addition against me in this house..."
The kitten (whom Bani called Isis) cocked it's head to the side, letting it's gold kitten eyes stare up at her- before it hissed.
"You two are going to be the death of me-"
Karma had barely touched the cat before it fled to the two story window, and clambored out on it's own accord.
"... I have a feeling that either that cat was crazy, or we'll be seeing it again."
The toddler just looked confused.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 11:02 am
A subtle guess... part 1 Baniru "I hope... Karma gets you back for what happened today!" she said in anger, not really meaning the words.
The shabby alarm clock on the dresser beside the woman ticked away madly, uninterupted and waiting... waiting.
It's not what happened yesterday that I remember, she thought slowly to herself, It's that one line I said. That one line.
Baniru sat up in bed, pressing the palms of her hands into her eyes. A splitting headache was coming on, as it did nearly every night. It'd been happening since the accident, and she couldn't exactly place why.
Her eye moved to Karma, sleeping in the little bed she had bought for him just a few days ago.
He never wanted to sleep beside me, he never wanted to cuddle or hug, nothing. I wonder what goes on in that little mind of his. It's frightening sometimes, I'll admit, the looks and stares he gives me.
She sighed, rolling over to fully watch the toddler sleep. He was moving a little, a look of unsettlement twisted on his face.
He's been having nightmares for quite a while as well. Ever since that one night- she shook her head, No. I musn't think of that. After all we've been through, more thin than thick, after all he's done and after all the nothing I've accomplished... I'm just still glad he's sleeping there beside me, alive.
Baniru layed back in bed, pulling the thin downy sheet up to her chest. She wasn't wearing much, just a dirty white bra and some torn boardshorts.
All the rest of her clothing had gone to covering the little toddler up.
I tried buying him a blanket, but he won't sleep with it. He insists on sleeping with my clothing. I just.. it's just so confusing! All the time!
With silent accusation, the woman glared over at her loved little one, running her hands through her hair. Her blind eye stung a bit tonight, maybe it was just what was in the Aekean air.
I wish I knew what he was thinking, she sighed again, softer this time, One moment he seems to relish in my attention, and the next he hates it. He's been staring at the boomerang lately, touching it as if he was intending on actually using it.
A small gasp caught in her throat, as she remembered the line she had said to Aura yesterday.
I hope Karma gets you back for what you did today.
She covered her mouth. Surely he didn't hear it, didn't understand it? He was only a toddler after all, and it couldn't possibly carry on to his childhood memories.
Baniru closed her eyes, hanging her head low. Her pale, thin arms rested on legs that had seen sun but chose not to look it, stringy black hair draping over her shoulders to cover her face.
She tried to remember what Asrafel said, if he had given a clue to anything about the toddler's actions at all. Her mind raced back to the young child she saw on the day when she had found a piece of glass, how she had mysteriously woken up in her bed with a softball sized hole in the window.
That's when it hit her.
The shard! Was it still under her bed?
With a wary glance at Karma, the woman kneeled down and squinted at the darkness underneath the bed matress.
There was nothing there.
Surely the maid must have gotten it... she thought nervously. But her thoughts couldn't help circling around the facts at the other parties, watching the other children, with their strong differences from normal children-
And Asrafel. It always came back to Asrafel.
How often do you see a boy with wings, living ribbons, and in the nude?
I remember, there was one child who could make fireworks with his hands and the tatoo on his skin. Then there was one who looked like a living candle! And another, out of the many, who looked like a snake with wings?!
Then whatever had struck her came around and struck her again.
These children weren't children.
They were monsters.
Nervously the woman got back in bed, biting her lower lip. Her hands figeted and fussed with the blanket and each other, and all the while the clock ticked away to the insane droning of click. Clock. Tick. Tock.A subtle guess... part 1 end.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 8:47 am
A subtle guess... part 2.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Click. Clock. Snicker snap! Tick. Tock... tick...
Baniru had stopped biting her lip when she tasted blood. Coppery, metallic, not unlike the city she resided in. Her golden eyes were fixed upon Karma, even through the mess of her long obsidian hair wildly obscured the vision.
And she listened.
Her chest delicately heaved up and down on the beadspread, he arms entangled in a hug of death around her worn downy pillow. The midnight curtains ruffled a bit- whether it was the actual outside that was wavering, or just the scraps of cloth pasted about her window, she didn't know.
Karma looked crestfallen as always, lying there with a look of nightmares twisted about the shadows in his features. He was frowning ever so slightly, his long jet hair splayed about him... as if blood. The tatoos on his shoulders- never faded- shined opaquely from the neon lights of the outdoors. His tiny hands clutched the shirt that his mother had been wearing today, the scent the only thing to cradle him.
For the first time in a long time, Baniru noticed those tatoos. She thought about the colour of his eyes, the length of his hair, the anger and voilence, yet the absolute sweetness that he could put out.
She sighed. If he was to be some kind of monster as well, where were the signs of it? If she had lived this far with him (and by all means, she had decided that she was stuck with him. Maybe it was her own selfishness that wanted him to stay, or maybe it was something else. The woman didn't care.) and survived, maybe that was all the worse for wear he would provide.
He was only a toddler, that much was true, but she couldn't help get the feeling that he was so much older, so much more... insecure.
For a while her eyes traced the scattered popcorn kernels on the floor, dancing along with the melted skittles and spilled gatorade stains. The smell was thick, but not repungent, the odour strong, but not repelling. It felt broken into as any house smell should, someone lived there and enjoyed living there, and many memories had been gathered and lay lingering.
Baniru breifly wondered if Karma might be a sphinx- but that thought was immediately discarded. He had no tail. He would have had one by now. No horns either.
Her mind turned into thinking that perhaps the children of these shattered pieces of glass- the shattered, as she would call them- were all born after different mythical creatures. But that thought was immediately discarded as well. It didn't make enough sense to stay.
Or perhaps they were born after whatever the glass reflected...
That's it! the woman decided, sitting up straight as the accusation hit her, That's why these children resemble such strange things- they aren't monsters, they're just magic brought into this world by some sort of witchery!
The candle girl, she must have reflected just that- or maybe some type of fire. The snake boy... the same. Even the little boy that could make colours in lights with his hands, perhaps fireworks?
The woman patted herself on the back with a complacent grin, smugly laying back to her bed. What a mystery! Though she had seen many a strange thing on gaia, as the people called it, so it wouldn't be that unusual for something like this to happen.
Her smile slowly faded.
Then what is Karma a reflection of?
His name seemed to fit his personality- sweet and joyous one moment to certain people, but bitter and violent to others the next. She recalled that was the first thing Asrafel had called him, so it must be what he is reflecting. (In her thoughts by now, Asrafel had twisted into the messenger of these children, the one who delivers them and sends them to rightful guardians. Perhaps he was the reflection, of a god, but who was to say?
How she got Karma was beyond her, as she was not really a responsible person.)
She remembered how she had accidentally slammed the door in the toddler's face that night-
Ah.
With a wry smile, Baniru ran a single hand through her hair. Perhaps that was the reason the little one was so hostile to her. She had never apologized.
But how on Earth could Karma be reflected? Her head hurt to muse over this tidbit of information and so she merely accepted the fact of what he was and moved on.
For a breif few moments the woman was glad she hadn't peered into the glass herself.
Baniru smiled over at her little one with pride. Karma was not an easy thing to reflect, she was sure, and for a toddler he was doing quite well with it.
The woman gasped.
His tattoos, simple bullseyes to anyone else, but to a sphinx... they were a letter in the ancient language, the Xres, in which she remembered one particular symbol that meant: "Violent love"... people normally used it to describe abused women and children...
She always viewed it as someone who was abusive because they had to be, not because they wanted to be. As if some greater force compelling them...
Her mind raced around the ideas of karma. Much of it was shrouded in mystery.
But his eyes were very symbolic of the word. Naive baby blue, and dangerous scarlet.
The boomerang too- the trinket she had kept in the closet to stop him from trying to attack her with it...
What goes around comes around.
The woman laughed a little at this. It all seemed so obvious now.
Unfortunately, she couldn't place the nightmares. Why were they coming? What did they mean? Karma could barely speak, so she didn't know how to help.
Would they get worse?
Would more problems arise as he grew?
Baniru sighed and tucked herself neatly into bed again, trying to ease her weary mind back into sleep.
All will be answered with time...
I hope.
A subtle guess... fin.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 10:13 am
Theivery... part 1
Aekea had been good to it's people lately. There was no large emmission of smog that was blasted into the city streets, nor was there so much litter that one had to wade and clear off a space for the door. Donators were getting donations, nobody was getting layed off, and even the pickpockets had stopped stealing for a time.
The people were in a jolly mood as Christmas and the new year came and went, and the world that was Aekea seemed at ease, if only for a moment.
Yet there were some people who just weren't as lucky.
"Karma..." Baniru hissed angrily, "come on... you selfish... brat..."
A woman was pulling an unwilling toddler down the street in gasps for air, struggling feebly to drag the child to a busstop.
God, I HATE Mondays. came an idle thought.
The toddler wasn't much up for going anywhere, especially since he had been woken at the crack of 6am. He was going to be mad, and bratty, and annoying about it, just because he could be.
And hey, it was worrrrkiiiiiing...
"I give up," Baniru wheezed, plopping down on the near bus bench, "I need a haircut, and just when I get enough money, you just won't cooperate."
Karma giggled.
The mother rolled her eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh, letting her forked black tongue flick out to lick her lips. Having kids was so exaggerated.
"Banban, mabadabadada..."
A raised brow.
"Well if you want some mabadablagh whatever, you're going to have to be patient and sit like a GOOD boy."
The toddler frowned, raising a pudgy, balled fist, his nose scrunching in disgust. Mabadabadada wasn't something you could consume for christ's sake, it was a person! He saw all the other kids had them- they kinda looked like a woman, except they seemed more...
oh what's the word...
square?
Yes, they seemed more square. Bigger and beefier too, and they usually had short hair.
Wait, could you consume a Mabadabadada?!
Seems the packages of Soylent Green he had seen made him think twice about it.
"Fod?" Karma asked curiously, unable to pronounce the 'oo' sound well.
"Yes, fod. Now come on, the bus came... take mommy's hand-"
"STOP trying to avoid my hand!" she roared, as people began to stare at the large windmill motions that her arms were making, trying to catch the child.
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Another uneasy sigh came from the bus window. Karma was seated uncomfortably at his mother's side, squirming in his seat like the impatient demon he was.
"Banbaaaaaan," the boy whined for the twelvth time, "Mabadabadada..."
The mother visibly twitched.
"Karma, sweety," she began through gritted teeth, "I don't have any Mabadaghblah for you, right now. We'll get some later, okay?"
The boy seemed to like that answer, so he instead cast his attention to the lint rolling across the bus floor.
Hey, lint could be very, very interesting on occasion.
Baniru spotted the ominous looking barbers, with cracked, illuminated letters reading 'HA R CU S R US.'
"They really need to fix the place up..." she muttered quietly, eyeing the broken barber pole.
The bus stopped a block or so away, and that's when the woman realized that she should have been getting ready beforehand. With the Karma factor included, she might not make it off in time...
"GOD DAMMIT!" came a cry as the mother picked the toddler up and sprinted for it, wincing as the boy hungrily? (or was it angrily? Little cannibal.) bit into her hand.
Luckily she managed to jump off without paying and flee into the barber shop, before the angry scrooge bus driver could say any different.
Theivery part 1... end.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 10:00 am
Theivery... part 2
Karma squirmed anxiously in the waiting seat near the window, watching as his mother proceeded to get all her hair chopped off with awe. What exactly was that man doing to her?! Not that he cared personally about her well being, of course, he just felt the need to investigate.
The toddler grabbed his own black hair and petted it, his eyes going wide as he continued to watch flashes of steel and glinting razors.
And at that moment, he decided, he would never ever cut his own.
"He's being such a good boy," Baniru muttered to the hairdresser as she eyed her wary charge, being spun this way and that in the barber chair, "I just don't understand it."
The hairstylist was a man of some young twenty four, which had his own crazy white do that looked unkempt and untame. It was funny how people that have the skills to upkeep themselves never do.
"I know what you mean," he replied, squinting his narrow green eyes as he cut off another lock.
"I wish I could understand him better," the mother said truthfully, frowning.
The hairdresser smiled a bit, chuckling as he continued trimming and brushing. He had peculiarly shaped ears, that were pointed but in a rectangular sense- there was also a very beautiful rune that marked one eye.
"It's just a phase. He'll grow out of it soon."
"I hope you're right..."
"Don't worry about it."
"Well how can I not? He tries to commit homicide most every day."
A laugh.
"Just indulge him every once in-while. You'll see."
The mother bit her lip, sighing, "I guess you're right... I haven't caught your name, you know."
"Jypsum," he barber replied with a devilish smile, "You can just call me Jypsum. I live a little across the ways from Aekea, in the house on the hill."
"Oh- ... Oh. I'm Baniru... it's a pleasure to meet you."
Karma blinked his multicoloured eyes, glaring at the man that was talking to his mother.
Well, it wasn't really a glare on purpose, that was just his face.
The boy leaned on both hands against the chair, as if trying to ride off of it, before he blurted out, "Mabadabadada..."
His arms shifted and the bullseye tattoos wavered as the child danced in place, a small smile actually coming to his face.
"May I..."
"Hm?" Baniru asked in obliviousness, dusting the hair off of her shoulders. The barber was done... her head felt so light. It was a strange sensation, but it felt nice.
"May I ask you out to dinner?" Jypsum replied with a charming smile, taking the woman's hand to his lips and giving them a light kiss, "I promise I'll make your time worth while."
A blush rose to the woman's cheeks, her eyes wide with suprise and startlement.
"I.. I.. I uhm... " she looked to the light pouring in through the dusty window, to the uneven tile floor, to the marble sinks...
"I'd... lo-love to."
The man grinned with excitement lighting in the pools of his eyes, "Excellent!"
Baniru smiled sheepishly back, pushing a short lock of hair behind her ears in humbleness. Had someone actually asked her out!?
Oh lord, she'd have to get together with Aura about this-
The past meeting with her friend made her stop and wince.
Were they even friends... anymore?
"How much do I owe you?" she asked softly, already beginning to scrounge around in her pockets for loose change and various wadded up bills.
"It's on me," Jypsum replied with a smile of slight annoyance, sweeping up the floor, "Friday at 6?"
"It's a... date. And thank you, so much."
She gingerly put her hands ontop of his own for a few fleeting moments, before stalking off to sweep up an oggling Karma into her arms.
"What are you smirking at, demon-boy?"
Karma just grinned and grinned and grinned.
Seems karma had paid him off big time.
"Mabadabadada."
The mother rolled her eyes, walking out of the room with a slight wave to the man at the sinks.
What just happened again?
Theivery... end.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 11:38 am
Dear Diary Hey Journal,
That's right, this is my first entry. I picked up this grimy little book in a stationary store, because I decided I needed to keep track of the things Karma does for future reference, as well as my own life... Luckily it wasn't too expensive...
First, as always, the money situation. Our funds have gotten better as of late- I've picked up delivering papers at the crack of dawn, while Karma is still fast asleep in his crib. That ontop of collecting recyclables is enough to pay the motel rent, pay for light groceries, and save up for things like this.
Second, Jypsum. I wouldn't even guess it, but that barber asked me out! I wish I had some experience with this- I'm no romancer. What do you do on a date exactly?! I want to talk to Aura about this, but I don't know what's been up with her as of late. Perhaps I'll call her later and talk this whole thing out.. after all, talking tends to be a strongpoint of mine, when I can handle it. The date is only in a few days. I'm so ******** nervous.
Now onto my little baby. The first word he ever said to me was 'Banban', and isn't that just PRECIOUS? I know he's capable of thinking in big words, I just don't think he knows how to say them. Like the other day, with his 'Madabada...' oh, I can't even spell it. But that, I'm assuming it meant something along the lines of 'man', because he would always point to a guy and screech it out.
My little guy is so intellegent! Now he knows the difference between genders, and he figured it out on his own! I'm going to buy him a picture book so that he learns some vocabulary, perhaps we'll start out with animals and colours first.
He seems to like colourful things, too. He always tries to spit out the word 'colour' by pronouncing it 'calaa'. Isn't that adorable? I don't know where he got this lust for rainbows, but it isn't a bad thing to like... is it?
Fingerpaints. I should get him some fingerpaints! Well no, wait. Bad idea. He'd probably attack me with them.
God, what is up with him and attacking me? I don't know... I figure since he can't use his words, he hits. Maybe getting him vocab will fix that.
I should start teaching him ABC's later on, as well.
Now, about the nightmares. They're just getting worse, every night. Sometimes he'll wake up screaming and crying, tossing in place... and he'll just.. he'll just cling to me. It breaks my heart. I NEED to know how to stop these things from torturing him.
As a sidethought, I wish I knew what he dreamt about.
If I take him to the Benedict Center, maybe Asrafel or one of the guardians there can help explain this to me? I don't want my child to suffer any longer. Something has to be done about this.
Though, a part of me wonders if it's just his 'powers' as being a reflection of Karma. Someone needs to explain that better to me, as well.
He hasn't touched his boomerang, but that's alright. He's too small to weild it, anyway. I fear that when he grows, he's going to smack me upside the head with it, or something.
Ah.. well, my writing is starting to get less and less coherent. I suppose I should stop writing for tonight- oh s**t, Karma's tossing again. Until next time.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 10:00 pm
A stumbling moan, a groan.
The beaten man with a womanly figure tottered up a familiar street, cradling a tiny psichedelic child in his arms.
He was bruised and battered and had only jeans on - his shirt, torn and bloody and white in some places (it's original colour, incidentally) had been wrapped protectively around the dozing child. He was thin, very thin - emaciated. Both were. The purple child's ribs poked out of his sides - though Ruli was in better condition than the man, by far.
Astrum had wandered here, all the way to Aekea. About half of it had been a pleasent journey - one of introspect and bonding, one where Ruli had shown the confused newly-made man many things about life, which Astrum was glad to return in love. They had lived long off government money.
But not now. Not after word had spread of his treatment - and not after bigots with muscles far more toned had taken their opinions to the next brutal level, beating Astrum within an inch of his life and stealing their money.
It hadn't been good after that. Ruli had been very scared for a long, long time, and Astrum had to beg for money to feed them both. And always, Ruli got the bigger portion of the literally broken bread over soup from a poorhouse.
Getting to Aekea had been hard. Miles and miles of countryside with no one to beg (or steal) from, Astrum and Ruli had begun to starve. One kind man had given them a lift to Aekea, and fed them, in return for a hard day's work.
Now they were exhausted. Astrum could only hope that Baniru would take them in - he could barely hobble along in his ripping shoes, and he didn't stand a chance in the streets. Ruli was gradually fading, too - getting weaker and weaker every day they spent without food or a warm bed. Almost completely incoherant, Astrum's logos told her that Ruli had days to live.
And once he was gone, Astrum knew he would follow. He lived for Ruli, now.
Astrum tottered up to the door - the door, oh god, finally the door - and reached out a shaking boney hand to knock.
One slumping knock, pathetic in nature. Thud.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 10:13 pm
There came a slight shuffling behind that door- a loud scream and muttered, incoherent string of curses before their came a crack and the scent of beef stew and all sorts of things tumbling out. Noises, some loud, some small, some of a toddler babbling and banging on things, shades of blue, the smell of cigarettes that was prematurely burned into the carpeting-
The clink of the five or so locks straining against the door.
"Who is it?" flew a flightly and yet kind voice, Baniru's voice, "Who... can I help you sir?"
She eyed the man warily through the crack in the midnight blue opening, curious, wondering. He looked aweful familiar, like she had known him in a dream.
Though she doubted she knew anyone that was as thin and beaten as-
The woman gasped, throwing open all the locks and flinging the door as wide as it could go. Her inverted eye was fixed on Ruli- a very weary and dying Ruli, and her worry widened.
At first it was a twitch.
Then a nervous movement as her hands went out to touch the shattered boy, to touch the man that held him.
"A.. aura?"
No, it couldn't be.
Wrong gender.
Her brother, maybe?
She never spoke of a brother.
Cousin, perhaps?
But they have the same eyes.
Close relative of unmentionable proportions?
Then what had happened to her friend?
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