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 Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:16 pm
((His "spit" floated out of his body. I lol'd. Did you?))
Lawrence found himself being pushed away from Mimi by that little b*****d who had just commited suicide. He was not sure exactly how Matthew became a ghost because ghosts had a purpose. As a suicide, he accepted death, and should have been sent to Hell for commiting that sin, rather than remaining on earth.
"I'm not sure why you're still here, but I guess it doesn't really matter. My power far surpasses yours. I have been this way for a few hundred years and have learned all the tricks of being a ghost."
A old-fashioned saber slowly appeared in his right hand, sharing the same transparent appearance. He then lunged quickly, aiming the tip of the blade at Matthew's chest.
"I will send you to Final Death!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:59 pm
Mint was cradled into a corner. Resting her head against the wall, she listened to the other patients and the visitors discussion.
Lawrence, the girl who bit her, and Mimi.
It was dangerous. Everything outside her room was dangerous. She should never leave... never ever. But she was so alone. And a humans greed is immeasurable. So she left.
Silently walking, she moved around on the first floor. Thinking what she should she do if she came across someone...(( Gah, I finally post. You guys are fast! ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 2:43 pm
Matthew sighed "Lawrence, please just stop.." Matthew moved out of the way.
Dull expressioned and bored.
"I don't see what i did to you.." He sighed once more.
"Please Lawrence, I'm sorry for whatever I've done that may have offended you, or what ever, but really I'm sorry..." Most of all I'm sick of saying sorry..
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:31 pm
"Lawrence, stop there." Atamia hooked her arms up and around his, her fists by her ear and her shoulders at his underarms, catching the ghost mid lunge.
She had changed yet again, this time into something slightly resembling her in her past life. Long black hair, whitish skin, greenish hazel eyes. But something was wrong with her. Almost as if she had been drawn into the world of reality. She was different, her outline sketchy.
Atamia was ready to face the consequences.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:49 pm
Lawrence ignored Matthew for the moment and instead directed his attention to Atamia. His eyes were filled with confusion. He did not understand why she had stopped him. It was strange, so very strange. His sword disappeared as he appeared to take a few steps back.
"Atamia... what are you doing? What is this all about?"
Is she defending that wretched child, Master? Why does she defy us!?
Perhaps she knows exactly who he is, Master. It would be wise to remain here and learn why she has chosen these actions.
Lawrence looked at the two ghosts, his eyes darting between them. Unsure of how to react, he remained still, taking the advice of this voices.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:57 pm
Matthew's eye's widend. "Antimai..." He whisperd.
He walked slowly over to her and got on his knees bowing. "Thank you Antimai.."
He looked up at her and smiled. "You knwo I'd scratch you behind your ears right now, but your no longer a cat, your much prettier then that.." Matthew blushed gently.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 7:03 pm
Atamia knew she could say anything. She could say she was in love with either of them, and no one would be the wiser. She could say that she didn't want people to get hurt, but quite honestly, she loved seeing people in pain at times, so that didn't work either. The best idea was probably honesty. It would be understood the best. "You should know. Blood creeps me out, and if you haven't figured that out by now, then I don't know who you are or what you've done with Lawrence. Also, I find it extremely cowardly to corner someone where there's nothing they can do other than be killed." When Matthew spoke to her, she smiled, saying "Well, I have to say, I much prefer being a cat to being human. But whatever. This works."
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 8:16 pm
Lawrence raised an eyebrow upon hearing Atamia's statement. It was just as puzzling as when she stopped him from sending Matthew to Final Death.
"What does you having hemophobia have to do with any of this? Ghosts don't bleed blood."
He folded his arms across his chest and waited for her to answer.
Perhaps her last bit of sanity has left her, Master.
It would appear that way. However, we must continue to listen. Knowledge is power, Master.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 8:25 pm
"No, you idiot, I mean the amount of blood is affecting me. I'm in a human form, for god's sake, what is that telling you?" Otherwise, unless her lack of sanity disallowed it, Atamia looked like an animal or such. When she was a human form, she felt the strange need for things and time around her to stop. And so, she would only go into human form when she couldn't breath, or was paralyzed, both symptoms of her Hemophobia.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 8:31 pm
Lawrence rolled his eyes. This whole event became so very annoying, rather than amusing, in a very short amount of time. His arms still crossed, he began to hover in the air.
"Why do you forbid me sending this pest to Final Death? What is the purpose of all this?"
A glare formed upon Lawrence's face. His anger was rising.
"Your answer better be good, Atamia."
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 6:31 am
Matthew sighed. "You know Lawrence if you got to know me you might like me..."
"I enjoy the killing just as much as you do.." Matthew pulled the knife out his body once he made his way over there.
He licked the blood of the bade, till the blade was spotless.
He stood behind Antamia, his arm's foled across his chest.
Lawrence, are you willing to give me a chance?
An twisted, evil smirk played across his face.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:08 am
The glassy moor
The shiny black
"Lawrence, if he committed suicide, then he has to send himself to final death. That's why I'm here, isn't it?" It was a law in the asylum that Lawrence had easily forgotten in his haste. But Atamia remembered. You can't kill someone the final time if they had started it.
Not that Atamia wasn't freaking. That had never been a good enough excuse the other times people had come here(which wasn't often) when she said it to him. The only thing different was that she had, for once, actually done something. No matter what Lawrence did, Atamia had done what she had wanted to do her entire death.
Defy him.
I stare at the poor
They stare back
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 11:15 pm
Lawrence was reaching the peak of his frustration. He wanted the strangle both of them, watching them fade before his very eyes. But, that was not the case. Atamia had made her choice and he would allow it for the time being.
"That law does not make sense. He killed himself for the sake of dying. He is dead and therefore has no purpose to remain here. When I died, I was not ready, and thus I remain in this world as a spirit. It's amazing you're still here, as well."
He unfolded his arms and shook his head slowly.
"I don't have time for this. Do what you must, but don't count on seeking me for quite some time. I'm angry enough as it is and I don't need to lose it."
Please, Master. Lose control and slay them. They don't understand your power and they probably never will. It makes it all the sweeter.
Master, it appears that Atamia has purposely defied you. Why would she do this? You have treated her fairly and protected her in the past. She should have no reason to spite you in this way. Their time will come.
Lawrence listened to his voices while simultaneously piercing Matthew with furious eyes.
"The only chance you get from me is the chance to die by my hand."
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 4:42 am
Making use of the sudden distraction, Mimi made good her escape. Ghosts were not the best company to keep when teetering on the edge of supreme mental breakdown as she was, and her skin still roiled with the goosebumps of Matthew and Lawrence's chilly touches. Let the supernatural work it out between them, she had to go somewhere, anywhere, that she could be alone. But what could she do? All signs pointed to her murder of him, no one would believe her story that he 'just committed suicide'. The words of poltergeists never stood up well in court, she'd figure.
Feet striking the linoleum in increasingly irregular paces, Mimi winced as the lactic acid built up, a stitch searing through her sides. She stumbled and tripped, the blood from her wound still bleeding freely out onto the white tiles.
I don't know whether I can go on like this...
Her vision blurring, she just let it go. At least the darkness had no guilt, no rage, just...
Nothing.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:43 pm
Matthew noticed Mimi leaveing he followed her.
He watched as she tripped, and helped her to her feet.
He turned back to Lawrence.
"If I could go back and let you kill me, I would, just to see how you do it."
He shurgged and let go of Mimi.
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