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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:57 am
[Nathan A. Wilson]
A light sigh of relief came from the fearful Scot as Nyx took his medication. It seemed for a moment that everything was going to be fine... But no, Helena touched the frightened Kaltec again and triggered an attack, shooting fresh adrenaline through the transvestite's system.
"Good lord...! Would you just leave the poor thing alone?" He bit his lip nervously, moving over a bit to get a better view of the stranger his bandmate was clinging to.
"Hey...! You're... you're Fortayu Athan, aren't you?" Inching a bit closer, but out of reach of the skeletal man, he tilted his head and sighed lightly. "Thank you for staying with Nyx like this..." he said softly, a worried gaze now falling on the 'wild animal'. "I'm sure this wasn't what you had in mind for your day."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:27 am
[Nyx and Alan Altair]
"My brother is not a wild animal..." Alan muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples frustratedly. "Can we all just... just shut up until he's better...?"
Calming enough to slow the tears substantially, Nyx turned and watched the blood drip from Helena's arm, licking his lips slightly. It was tempting to wrench himself from the silver-haired man's embrace and go take full advantage of the drummer's injury. But the soothing hand in his hair and the warm embrace offered by Fortayu kept him still and calm.
The healthier twin didn't really respond much as Nathan spoke, still frustrated and worried enough to block out what was going on around him, but the skeletal one turned toward the tranny and blinked slowly.
"hi..." was all he said, exhaustion coming through in his voice. Now he wasn't quite as scared of the others around him, but he really wanted to sleep...
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 8:43 pm
Disappointment swept across Helena's face. After hearing everyone egg her one about how she messed up once more; she felt alone, and stepped on. Once hearing the soft 'hi' from under the table, Helena figured it would just be better just to leave, so she briskly walked around the table and out the back door, leaving the hint of blood and misjudgment still lingering in the air behind her.
"I'm not needed here," escaped the drummer's lips , but could only be heard by her own ears. She shoved the large black door in the back of Chop Suey, and walked over to her motorcycle where she leaned up against the wall on the opposite side of her yellow Suzuki.
"I guess I will just call up a few friends and go out for a drink since nothing is going to happen between now and the gig." Helena reached down into her pocket, pulling out a slender cell phone. To her surprise, a small razor fell out with the phone, and rang as it tumbled down, landing on the alleyway's cold asphalt. She bent over, picked up the razor and the stood back up against the wall, looking over to razor, deciding what she should do. The past and the present clouded her mind like no other while she stood there, backed-up in an alley with nobody else around, and her wrist already bleeding from the bite wounds.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 2:02 am
Fortayu blinked at the transvestite as he, strangely enough, was the first to recognize him.
"I... yeah. I am. It's... certianly not what I expected to be doing, no, but..." He shrugged. "At least I'm helping someone with something." his accent had worked itself down, less noticeable now that he was no longer snapping out orders to people.
As Nyx calmed and regained some recognition of the outside world, Fortayu sighed lightly in relief. He wouldn't be stuck down there all day, it seemed; despite not minding helping the scarred figure, he did mind the fact that people didn't clean very well under their tables.
Fortayu barely registered the fact that the injured woman had left them, and while he was sorry that she had been hurt, it was her own fault. After a few minutes, he loosened his hold on the other male under the table and looked down at him cautiously.
"Feeling any better...?" he asked cautiously, hoping not to upset the man any more.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 8:40 am
Isabella began to feel intense hunger pains and decided to sit down and try to settle them before moving any further. She began to rifle through her purse in search of something to help calm herself. I know I should have some of those small blood packet in here somewhere. I couldn't have finished them all in two days. Out of frustration, Isabella began to knaw on her right thumb, breaking the skin and allowing a few drops of blood to surface.
After searching for a few more minutes, Isabella finally had some success. "Ah-ha!" She exclaimed in relief. Theres only one so I should take it quick. After breaking the seal off the small packet, Isabella quickly poured its contents into her mouth. She began to relax instantly after she finished swallowing the contents of the packet.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 4:03 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
The transvestite tilted his head and smiled softly at Nyx as he quietly greeted him. "Hi, Nyx... you look very tired, you should go back to the hotel and rest..." He hoped he at least sounded reassuring - it was a little awkward, having just seen the skeletal musician in such a state of mind. Biting his lip softly, he glanced around, searching for a sort of escape.
Watching Helena leave, he frowned lightly, and turned back toward the boy he had identified as Fortayu. "Helping is good," he said softly. "Speaking of which, I'm going to follow our drummer and see if she needs any..."
Slowly, he made his way out the door the girl had left through, his flip-flops making gentle sounds against the ground. "Helena, dear...?" He came upon her holding a razor and his powder-blue eyes widened slightly. "Darling, are you alright?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 9:28 pm
The drummer's glittering green eyes raced upwards to meet powder-blue eyes glaring down at her. Without much thought, she let her fingers fall, letting the razor tumble back down to the alley's floor. Her eyes drifted back down at the concrete as she slid her boot over the razer and cracked it in half.
"I-I'm fine. It's okay, don't worry about me." She slid her slender hand down her back pocket to pull out her cell phone. It was still dead, meaning that her idea of just going out to party was probably going to fall through like usual. There was a small sigh from Helena's crimson lips as she slipped the talking device back into her pocket.
"Don't you think it would be better to be in there with Nyx, helping him out, than being out here, talking to me?" she raised an eyebrow at the transvestite while looking back up with her glowing jade eyes. Her eyes did not stay there long. though, they simply moved over, looking over to the side as she kept her head tilted down slightly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:33 pm
[Nathan A. Wilson]
"Of course I'm going to worry about you, darling. You're my bandmate, and more importantly my friend." The Scot walked over and leaned against the wall next to her, a soft smile on his face.
"I find it better to be out here with you. Nyx has a brother and a concerned stranger in there. You didn't have anyone, so I came to be with you." His slender fingers wrapped gently around her chin and moved her head to face him. "I care about you, Helena. Do you mind?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 4:25 pm
((Note: I was given permission to god mode here, so I'm not just being random, no matter how bored I am.))
In Alan's silence, Elizabeth calmed down herself. The mysterious tears stopped flowing, allowing her to cease the questioning of her tear ducts. She simply closed her eyes, and tried to wrap her mind around what she had just seen. It was almost like a meditative state, one that could only have been broken by the sound of one voice...
But he continued to stay quiet, and Elizabeth sat dumbly near the rest, eyes closed, breathing slowed and steady. She didn't see Helena leave, nor Nathan go after her. The words spoken between the mysterious stranger and Nyx went unheard, as she was sure they had forgotten she was even there anyway.
In her own quiet oblivion, Elizabeth pictured Alan. However, it wasn't the stressed seeming Alan that sat close to her. No, it was a sexy-looking Alan on stage, owning the stage more like. Each move was like liquid, smooth and perfect.
He stopped suddenly as a small droplet of sweat trickled down his cheek, turning into ice before it had a chance to fall off of his face. The mic he had been holding had disappeared, and suddenly, he was in the crowd, moving toward her, and she was approaching him too. It was a perfect scene straight out of a sappy romantic comedy as Alan cupped his hand around her small face, her fingers perfectly tangling themselves into his soft hair as their lips melded together without a second thought. There wasn't a moment of hesitation, not even slight deliberation. It was as if they had had the same thought at the exact same moment as they acted.
Elizabeth moaned softly, dreamily into the kiss before reluctantly pulling her eyes open. She almost fell off of where she was seated now, which just so happened to be on Alan's lap. Blinking in a confused way, she stayed exactly where she was; one hand curving around his waist (which was probably why she didn't fall off), the other wrapped intricately in his hair, and her mouth slightly open.
This was what she had dreamed of for so long, as emphasized at the previous moment and yet...Why wasn't she ecstatic? It might have had something to do with the timing...
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:31 am
[Nyx and Alan Altair]
Neither twin seemed to notice the absence of the drummer, the healthy one too stressed and the skeletal one too exhausted. The latter continued to cling to his stranger (he'd claimed him now, it seemed), and nodded silently as he was asked if he felt better.
"just... tired..." His eyes fluttered shut, and he nodded slowly as Nathan spoke and didn't seem to care when he left. He just wanted Fortayu to stay with him.
Alan was a little uneasy with Nathan's absence. That left him, Nyx, and the stranger that Nathan had identified. Normally, the handsome musician might care that it was Fortayu Athan, but right then he was too concerned for his brother for anything else to really matter. He wanted people he knew around so he could be sure Nyx was safe.
"Hey, maybe since he's gotten so attached to you, you should take him to the hotel and stay wi-" but he was cut off as the other woman he had forgotten came over, sat in his lap, and kissed him rather passionately. Always a fan-pleaser, he kissed back, tangling a hand in her hair as she had one in his. He felt her freeze and pulled away, head tilted.
"Am I not as good as you thought?" he asked quietly, in his most dreamy voice. His other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her a little closer to him. He was very thankful for the distraction, and snogging was usually a release from stress... if not a precursor to a release.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 11:31 am
"I...um...I...But I was-...and you were...and then..." Her speech turned into incomprehensible sounds pouring from her mouth, making up for her absence of anything to say or do. It was something along the lines of "hikagibbasookaoo," not that anyone was really paying that much attention to what she was trying to say, not even Elizabeth herself.
Feeling his grasp on her waist tighten, she tried to find an inner calm. Hold on a second. This is what you've been waiting for, dreaming of for so long, you aren't gonna ******** it up for us now, dammit. You're going to play along, enjoy the moment before it is gone. Remember, it's ALAN. Alan ALTAIR. What's not to love? Sure, it's not true passion, and it's not exactly the way your fantasies have gone in the past, but go for it!
Completely ignoring what had been said to her, she just said, "Screw it," closed her eyes and pounced. Her arms were clasped around his neck, her lips excitedly and impatiently planted on his one more. She had been sitting in a side-saddle way before, but mid-kiss, she turned very ungracefully so that her legs were now wrapped around the back of the chair, her short legs spread wide to manage such a feat.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 12:35 pm
A small smile was all Helena needed to show that it was pretty obvious that no matter what she could say, he would not leave. The smile and dreary eyes were soon followed by with the drummer reaching up with both hands and placing them around Nathan's wrist.
Helena pulled the Scot's gentle hand away from her chin and began to descend down the rigid brick wall. Her hands still wrapped around his wrist until she had gotten to where her arms could not reach up any longer. In turn, she let her hand delicately slide down his hand, her fingers running through his palm, thus ending in her hands to which fell to the concrete, and hitting the cracked razor.
There was still a small bit of blood on the ground below her, but what did she care. She had already ruined her favorite pair of leggings in Nyx's blood, and her blood was no much different. It was still the blood of a band member, and a close friend.
'You didn't have anyone' began to run through her head like a ticker. Over and over, all she could think of was 'you didn't have anyone, you didn't have anyone.' Fights began to break out in her mind. It was almost like she was sitting in a pitch black void, talking to her own reflection without a mirror.
You don't have anyone! But I have my friends. Your still alone! I'm not alone. Look at yourself! Your 25, in a band, have friends, but what do you have to call your own. Have you ever even thought about your one and only. My..one and only. W-why do I need to think of anything like that? Oh come now, you know exactly why. Get off your feet and do something. But I-I can't move. My body neither cares nor urges to move towards anything. Then you are weak! You are helpless! There's no reason for you to go on like thi- NO!...I won't quiet. Not now....not ever. Then get up and move! Though these thoughts ran through her head just as if she was in war, her body just sat there, emotionless and petrified. She simply just looked like she was glaring at the cement, but instead she was fighting amongst her own being like she used to. Her past was creeping back up on her once more, which scared her more than ever.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 11:19 am
[Nathan A. Wilson]
As Helena pulled the Scot's hand away from her, his heart sank. It seemed apparent to him that she didn't want him there. His brilliant blue eyes clouded over and he slid down the wall next to her, for his own set of reasons.
"Do you ever wonder who'd notice if you disappeared?" he asked suddenly, his voice quiet and thoughtful. It was almost as if he didn't realize he had spoken; he was simply thinking aloud. His gaze lingered on a patch of space as pearly teeth pinned his lower lip mercilessly. "I'd notice you, Helena. Would you notice me?" The airy, ethereal quality to his voice suggested there was something deeper to his words - but even he didn't quite understand.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 2:47 pm
After giving herself a few minutes to relax, Isabella set out towards her apartment once again. She made it to her apartment complex in three minutes. She took the elevator, instead of the stairs, for once. Isabella went to her door, unlocked it as quickly as possible and made a beeline for her refigerator. She pulled out a medical bag of blood and poured it into a glass from the cupboard.
Isabella made her way towards her bathroom, where she started to fill the tub for a bubble bath. She finised her glass, washed it and made her way to her room, where she dug through her walk-in closet for clothes for the evening. After she had her outfit set aside, Isabella returned to her bathroom.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:28 pm
The mind war continued to run like a hamster on a wheel, only someone had stopped the wheel, sending the hamster in a small circle around the colorful loop. Everything began to disintegrate with the voice of someone close to her. Helena had snapped back to reality once her mindless rotations had been terminated by that familiar voice.
"My mind only works to that I over think things to much. Meaning that what I am about so say you can either take it or leave it, but my thoughts are purely what I think and how I decipher things," she spoke, with a low tone, but she looked as though what she was saying could only be taken literally if the other person was there to listen intently. In her daze, she began to express what she had that popped into her mind from the puzzling questions.
Helena began with a sigh, small but full of thought. "Nobody would notice you if you disappeared, because, nobody notices anything.People today are so blind from their activities that they never stop to think about anyone but themselves. The only people that would ever really know that you are gone are the people that are the closest around you only they would not notice that you are gone, however they would feel slightly more empty then normal. Which just leads them to the conclusion that you are gone, and they feel pain inside. Noticing something is only sight deep. But feeling something can take an affect on your whole body. It can even sometimes paralyze the mind, making you feel like everything is nothing more to you than an open window."She curled her fingers, making them wrap around half of the razor resting underneath her hand, and began to fiddle with it.; twisting it around her fingers, letting the sharp edge kiss her finger tips with a deadly touch.
"They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night," said she, which was one of her favorite quotes by her favorite poet, Edgar Allen Poe. Being locked up for so long, she began to enjoy literature and poetry. After reading Elonora, which was actually one of his short stories, she took in this quote, and applied it to many of her life's actions. Helena was who she was, and nothing more. She was simply another girl that wondered the Earth, cringing at sights and fleeing in dangers, but that did not separate her from the rest of the world even if that is what she thought. Never would she ever been seperated from the real being inside of her which held thought, lines, memories, and the care that she had for her friends.
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