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 Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 11:15 am
[ the delicatessen ]private R O L E P L A Y
status: incomplete
l i n k Mr. Bennett points out to Ekundayo that there is
another Raevan, a boy Raevan, in his shop. The pair meet up with Jezabroux
and a young Raevan named Luka.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 11:18 am
[strangers at the park ]private R O L E P L A Y
status: incomplete
l i n k Fathle and Ekundayo go about their usual evening routine of
visiting the park, the Raevan's favorite place. However, they meet up with
some soon-to-be guardians, Vivi and Shepard...
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 10:10 pm
[ broken dreams / a new revelation ]
october 2010
the durem apartment
night
It is 1755.
The tree in their modest garden had started to bloom with tiny blood-colored flowers. He could imagine it now. The early spring sun was bringing everything back to life once more from the winter slumber. The day was achingly beautiful.
Believe me, Husband.
He felt drained and his throat felt like it had been scraped with a knife. He found that he did not have the strength to stand, his fingers slipping down the rusted, iron bars of his prison. He had screamed and pleaded, his voice carrying out toward the blue skies but no one came. He wondered if they had placed him in a cell with an opening by the execution grounds for his own benefit. “Please, God…,” he murmured against his cracked and bleeding lips. “Please…. Let me out.” He heard the crowd swell with anticipation and quickly threw himself back toward his small prison window. He could see her. They had cut off her hair ruthlessly so that crimson beads oozed from her pale scalp. She did not look up when he screamed her name. All her eyes could see were the pile of wood and wooden pole to which she would be burned on.
Your wife has been accused of heresy and practicing the dark arts of witchcraft.
She did not try to shield herself as the crowd began to pelt her with food and stones. The witch would be burned, they chanted shrilly. He screamed again but she was looking to the sky now, her lips trembling as she was mouthing a prayer. Please, God. His cell echoed with painfully sick sounds of his body slamming against the cold walls of stone. He had to get to her. He could see the flames beginning to lick at the edges of her dress, blackening the thin fabric. It was then he began to hear her shrill cry of agony and it joined his own desperate screams. Oh God. How quickly her body was taking to the flame. And her screams. He fell to his knees and covered his ears as he continued to cry her name. His tears were running too thickly for him to see anymore. He cried and screamed until he felt faint and close to unconsciousness. He could now smell the revolting meaty and bitter smell of burning human flesh. Did she think of him? Did she curse him?
Before they had taken her away she had turned to him, her eyes at once fierce and desperate. “Believe me, Husband,” she had said. But in his shock he had failed to speak and the memory of her face would be burned in his mind forever.
The last thing that she would remember of him would be that he had doubted her.
He had hesitated.
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It was night now and just a thin stream of moonlight managed to slip into his cell. He felt a small shiver roll up his back and knew he wasn’t alone.
“Who are you?” he asked quietly. He felt no fear. He felt nothing toward this stranger that kept to the darkness.
You know who I am… you called to me.
“What do you want?”
I could give you death. An escape from this nightmare. But I can also give you a taste for revenge. Revenge for your sweet Ariel.
The stranger laughed then and he shivered once more. He could feel the truth in the man’s words in his very being. He also knew that the stranger was the Devil or perhaps a minion. He could not feel anything human about it but a desolate emptiness. In a place that recalled that he had once been happy, he felt a mild surprise that he did not fear the stranger but only a weary curiosity.
Come. I will give you everything you desire.
The stranger stretched out a hand that belonged to a frail old man. He looked at it before glancing up at where a face would be. He thought he saw a row of perfect white teeth grinning at him. He did not hesitate as he clasped hands with the stranger. Not this time. The moment their skin touched, he felt a pain that escaped words or normal sensations. He could feel the stranger digging into his very soul. He wondered if he had been tricked. Was he dying? His mind began to flicker out and the last thing he saw was the stranger’s face.
I will be repaid.
Fathle awoke with a grunt of pain as he immediately sat up in his bed, gripping his face. The pain was so fresh that he looked around his dark room and almost expected to see the dark stranger sitting, smiling at him with that ruthless smile.
“Faye?...”
He immediately turned his head at the hesitant voice of his ward. Fathle was about to speak her name but he saw her recoil from him in surprise. Confusion hit him but he realized that his fangs were at their full length and his eyes were glowing. Fathle turned his head away hurriedly, covering his mouth.
“I am so sorry, Ekundayo…” he murmured. He closed his eyes and tried to will his fangs to retract but they refused. The dream and the pain were still too strong in his mind. Fathle was about to speak another apology but he stopped as he felt a small hand slowly grip his. He turned to find golden eyes looking at him with apprehension and concern. Ekundayo didn’t say anything as she carefully reached up and pulled Fathle’s hand away from his mouth. He watched her in a kind of trance as her fingers traced his long, white teeth.
“Do all vampires have teeth like these?” she asked quietly. He nodded before finally pulling away from her touch and bowed his head. He was still having little success at retracting them.
“I’m sorry, my heart. I did not mean to show them to you… or at least in this manner,” Fathle said. Ekundayo frowned and held onto her guardian’s hand.
“Why? Why would you not show me?”
He hadn’t really expected this question. Fathle just assumed that… seeing his fangs would be an unpleasantness that he would rather keep his ward away from. He did not answer right away.
“….I did not wish for you to be scared,” he said. “…Of me.”
Ekundayo squeezed his hand gently and he felt that curious sense of calm seep into his body; the same sensation that he had felt when they had first met.
“I’m not afraid. I don’t think I ever would.”
“You are not afraid?” he asked, sounding surprised and disbelieving. She smiled carefully and shook her head.
“No. Not of Faye,” she replied. Her smile faltered a bit. “You woke me up again. Did you… have a bad dream?”
Fathle smiled wearily. “Yes. I am sorry. I seem to wake you all the time with my bad dreams,” he said apologetically. He became quiet as the nightmare came back to him, his chest suddenly feeling very tight.
“Faye?...”
“I’m sorry, Ekundayo, I…”
She frowned. “Why do you keep saying you’re sorry, Faye? I don’t need an apology,” she said sadly. Ekundayo could feel the deep sense of sadness swirling around her usually stoic guardian. When he didn’t say anything, she tentatively wrapped her arms around Fathle and only tightened her grip when she felt him lean against her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 8:27 pm
[ a tutor's perspective ]
october 2010
the durem apartment
afternoon
“Alright. What do you say we take a break now?” Marcus asked as he closed the world geography book with finality. Ekundayo smiled eagerly and nodded her assent before she floated off to grab some toys from her room. It had been a few months now since he had started tutoring his intriguing and non-human client, and Marcus finally felt like he belonged in this large apartment.
“How is Ekundayo faring?”
He jumped a little. He hadn’t even heard the tall, red-head’s footsteps. It was one of the more eerie things about the Raevan’s “father.” Well, besides his red eyes that is.
“Great, sir,” he said with a smile. “We’re just taking a small break and we’ll continue on with some simple grammar exercises.” Marcus leaned over and pulled out a slightly squashed brown bag from his book bag and spread it carefully on the kitchen table.
“Excellent,” Fathle said. “As you know, you are welcome to anything in the kitchen for your meal.”
“Thank you, sir…”
Marcus watched the man leave and retreat back to his office before he turned his eyes to Ekundayo, who had wrangled up some My Little Pony figurines. It had taken him some time to grow accustomed to her. There was the obvious, of course. Her half-formed body. Her wings. It also took a bit of time to get past her “womanly attributes” (which the corset did not hide) and think of her as a small girl. Marcus had been delighted to be selected for an interview for this job. It paid well and his student loans were starting to eat away at his funds. He just hadn’t expected an imposing man who looked like a model and a woman-child with wings. Thankfully, Ekundayo seemed to like him and her guardian had slowly warmed up to his presence in the apartment. Marcus no longer felt the strange impulse to prove the innocence of his thoughts every five seconds.
“What are you eating today, Mr. Marcus?” Ekundayo asked as she made one of the plastic ponies gallop over toward him.
“Some soup today, Ekundayo. And a grilled cheese sandwich,” Marcus said. “Wanna smell them?”
She nodded and he carefully slid the items over to her and let her take in the delicious scents that made his stomach curl hungrily. It was a small ritual at every lunch break. Fathle had explained that Ekundayo could not eat regular food and she got nutrients another way (though he didn’t specify how). For a few days, Marcus suspected child neglect but the girl never looked too thin or unhappy. And the first time he had brought his food, Ekundayo had asked him if she could smell his lunch. He supposed it was a kind of substitute for someone who couldn’t eat anything.
“I can’t wait to eat human food,” she said as she pulled away. “It smells really good.”
“Well, the day that you can, I’ll pack an extra lunch just for you, Ekundayo.”
“Okay,” Ekundayo said with a smile. She then carefully let one of her plastic ponies ride up Marcus’ arm. “Have you ever met Sally?”
“No, I don’t believe I have. Hello, Sally,” he said before gently patting the toy on the head.
“Well, she…”
Marcus listened attentively over his basil-tomato soup and grilled cheese while Ekundayo listed the intricacies of Sally’s life.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 10:06 am
[ a message ]
october 2010
the durem apartment
afternoon
They came home to find the small machine blinking urgently. Ekundayo set down her plastic bag and pressed the play button. Fathle turned at the sound of a familiar, accented voice. Answering Machine "Ello Mr. Lekabel. This is Ebony Shade calling. So sorry to have kept you waiting, but things have been...rather hectic lately. Anyway, I'm calling because I believe we had a date scheduled? I know we talked of your collection, but I think I may have something here that you'd be interested in seeing first. So if it isn't much trouble, perhaps you could visit us out here in Gambino? Da-Ekundayo is more than welcome to come as well. Hope to see you soon, good-bye."
"Ms. Shade?... So that means I can see Cordelia?" the Raevan asked when the machine beeped and went silent. Fathle smiled and nodded.
"Yes, my dear, if that is what you wish."
"Yes, please!"
"Then we shall go as soon as possible. Now, lets put away these things so we may go out again. It has been a few days since you have last fed, Ekundayo."
She nodded, smiling to herself. Ekundayo hadn't spoken with Cordelia in a long time. In fact, it had been a while since she had spoken to anyone like her. The most interaction she had had mostly been with humans. She set her new toys on her bed and shook them out onto her covers. Ekundayo would be happy for the change.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 5:26 pm
[ secrets exposed ]private R O L E P L A Y
status: incomplete
l i n k Fathle nearly forgets about Ebony's invitation and
decides to visit her at her home while out on errands to make amends.
However, he begins to notice something is very wrong...
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 9:18 pm
[ resume the address ]
november 2013
the durem apartment complex
morning
The postman quickly climbed the stairs to the apartment and pushed through the door. He set down his heavy duffel bag and waved to the door man.
"How's it going, Andrew?"
"Another day, another dollar. How about you? Has it gotten crazy over there with pre-Christmas shoppers?"
"Yeah, a little bit. It was especially bad after Black Friday."
"Yeah I bet."
The post man began systematically opening the small post boxes and stuffing each one with their respective mail. As he ran across each row, he was surprised to find himself at box 6B. The post man looked down at the envelope in his hand to double-check the address. He hadn't delivered mail to this box in such a long time considering the office had received an online order to discontinue mail to the box. The resident was planning on spending time out of the country or some such.
No, he was right. 6B. Addressed to someone named Farael T. Lekabel. What a mouthful. He looked at the card again. It looked like some sort of holiday greeting card by the looks of the envelope. The post man opened the small, metal door and pushed aside the old mail and set this one on top of the others. It took him another hour before he was completely finished and he wished Andrew a good day.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 5:14 pm
Dayo's reflection on being back + maybe add stalker incident here?
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 5:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 5:27 pm
[ starting music lessons ]
december 2013
the durem apartment complex
late afternoon
Fathle double-checked the number before punching it into his cellphone. When he had spoken with Dayo about enrolling her in the Aria Music Center, which was run by a fellow guardian, she was incredibly excited. It would be a chance for Dayo to gain regular interaction with a fellow raeven even if it was through classes.
The phone continued to ring until it finally went to voicemail.
"Hello, Mr. Wolverick. My name is Fathle Lekabel. We spoke at the Lab Christmas party, and I had mentioned my interest in possibly enrolling my raeven charge, Dayo, in one of your cello classes at the Aria Music Center. Please call me back at the number provided and let me know when it is most convenient for you. Thank you. I hope to speak with you soon."
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 6:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 2:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 5:12 pm
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