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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 5:42 pm
[ BANNER ]
[ 20.06.2010 ] Sacrifice. The clouds crept timidly that day if I remember correctly. I was working in the fields, picking the last of the spring harvest. The corn had begun to brown only a fortnight before and many of the women were in a rush to push it before corn-bugs stormed the stocks. With a basket balanced easily on my head I rushed back up the tiered fields, looking back occasionally to looked for dropped bundled. Nothing ever fell out of my basket, nothing ever had. I had been good in the fields, for I was better working than wielding any type of weapon.
The men in the village scolded my lack of dexterity and vigilance but I never felt ashamed of who I grew up to be. I was raised as a council man’s son, and had turned out as nothing but an embarrassment. My one brother surpassed me in every art form and had long been the runner up after my father. All I was noted for was my mind and my ability to retain information, as well as the strength of my body. It had been a blessing, at best, from the gods who watched so carefully over our village.
He knew immediately what the group of soldiers gathered by my home meant when I topped the hill. There was either some war to be started, as had only just stopped years ago, or some diplomatic matter was being taken care of. Enyeto turned and shifted his path from his father’s home to that of the labor house. It was a large structure built of wood and cloth that sat just east of the Guru’s house. Nodding at the girl standing at the door, he bid himself permission to enter- only to be denied. Enyeto was directed to his house with the sorrowful eyes of the Chief’s wife. No one said a word to him as he passed and as a wide smile on his mouth slowly began to fade, he met his brother.
Not even his brother met him with jousts of insults or casual play. Instead, he told Enyeto he was summoned before the council and their father. It was only when a boy was to be made a warrior that he was summoned before the war council. With a hefty sigh he maneuvered his way past crowds of whispering individuals and entered the tent.Instead of being situated next to the chief his father sat by the entrance, next to a single spot left open for him. Enyeto looked at the chief, and other council members, but not a single one of them looked up and returned his gaze. He was told to sit, and then he was slowly instructed of what had been concluded against his father’s will.Enyeto, the boy who walked like bears and son of Soaring Eagle, had been selected amongst the village’s candidates to be sent with a priest as a sacrifice to their gods. It was explained that this was an honor and a privilege and he would forever he hailed as a hero in the village.
His gaze and mind quickly went solid with empty of feeling. It was only earlier had been praised by his father for improvement in his training. A warm tear ran down his cheek but he took in a breath and sat high on his knees, nodding in agreement to the village’s will.
“It would do me proud to serve in honor of my village as a sacrifice.” He agreed to the plan.
With his agreement the village quickly became hushed about the whole event and resumed the normal pattern that they lived in. Enyeto however found himself summoned daily to the chiefton’s house in preparation for his departure.
Soon enough, he was no more in the village. His own father and brother threatened to cause a revolution in revolt of the war but Enyeto knew he was making the village proud. He had been a key in their survival, and that allowed him to fall asleep each night- knowing soon enough that one would be his last.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 5:55 pm
[ BANNER ]
[ 01.07.2010 ] Arrival. Stepping off the boat in careful order the three blinded individuals received the orders to close their eyes. They all did as instructed. Seconds later they were requested to look the instructor in the eye. They did as they were told with skepticism. Each one of them had been expecting blade, poison, whips- some form of mis-treatment so that they could be sacrificed to the gods. Besides, each of them felt the cold stones beneath them as they had been pushed forward from the dock.
With an arched eyebrow Enyeto met the eyes of his instructor, who in turn identified each of them in turn:
___ - Shayan Javed
___ - Castiel Zehaira
___ - Enyeto Sioux
The names were individualized by a lazy point in the person’s appropriate direction. Each of them eyed the others in skepticism but offered no word or movement to even give one another that they were allies. Letting what little air he contained in his lungs out in an extended sigh, Enyeto stared at the ground with content. At least one thing was familiar here, and that was the feel of stone and sand beneath his feet.
After a few seconds of using his foot to draw various figures in the sand Cecile, the Magic Instructor, cleared her throat and ordered the three of them to follow. The brown silence fell heavily on their shoulders but neither of them felt permitted to speak in such circumstance, and such they filed off up the steep pathway. The path led to a small carriage which took them a short distance to a building which they were informed to be the “Common House”. Informed of their room number and handed a sheet of class assignments they were ordered inside.
The three of them were shuffled inside and off in various directions before they even had the chance to notice what items were on the front floor. Enyeto attempted to protest but was met with a hushed sigh and told that they would be given a map and instructions on how their day was to be carried out.
There were apparently no exceptions to this string of manifesting rules. Everything on the island felt so hushed and secretive. However, Enyeto maintained his silence as he was instructed to the whereabouts of his room. ‘Sixth floor, fifth room on the right, men’s tower,’ he thought casually to himself. The common building split into two towers for floors three through six before it combined again as a activities center on the seventh floor. Enyeto didn’t mind the division; it kept the two genders away from one another.
He just prayed to Faery that the roommate he would be given was a commendable sacrifice. As the hushed chauffer vanished around a corner a smiled stretched across his face. Enyeto felt it a burden to smile by this point but he had been given the time, so it felt right to do so.
Gently rising up a straircase the, now bubbly and bouncing young boy, made his way down the sunlit hallway. He was almost to the study room at the end of the hall before he found the room number marked on his card. ‘707’ he hummed the number to himself as the card slipped in and out of the reader, letting him easily into the white room.
It was a box of white and on each bed lay a file and a bag, obviously filled with their belongings and other stuff. For now he felt as if this would have to do. After all, Enyeto knew there was no sense in doing anything until his roommate arrive (which he was told would be shortly).
Pushing the bag carefully off on to the floor the Nateev boy crashed on his bed, eyes concentrated on the slate white ceiling. His skin was a contrast to the color of the room, but the plain outfit he had been instructed to wear helped him blend in.
Hearing footsteps at the doorway he sat up and stared at the silhouetted figure. The windows in the hall, and the sunlight coming in through a window in their room, prevented Enyeto from seeing the boys face at first. A moment later he recognized the character as one he had just met at the dock.
“Hey there Castiel,” he introduced with a smile spread across his face and his hand extended.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 5:56 pm
[ BANNER ]
[ 10.07.2010 ] Day One: Social Experiment.
He tossed. He rolled. He hurled himself around the room. Absolutely no area, no position, no mind frame allowed him a peaceful night's rest. A rest which he deemed desirable; one that he felt he had earned from weeks previous. Rolling his head in a rugged manner the disgruntled boy rose out of his bed and drug his way to the bathroom. He had never taken one shower since his arrival but his guess was that it would allow him to look acceptable and slightly more presentable for his instructors (especially since he cared not for the socially-adept classmates).
Sluggishly approaching the door he waved his hand blindly till it landed and twisted the cool knob. Unknowingly entering his closet he yelped when he found himself colliding with a rack of clothes and belongings he had stored in one half. Shaking his head frantically with wide eyes he laughed nervously, his body instinctively looking around to make sure no one saw him.
Who would though? It seemed as if his roommate Castiel was hardly present in the room, and if he was it was for sleep. Castiel could always be found in some classroom or the library Enyeto had discovered. The discovery only came about through the several needy tutoring sessions the boy needed in understanding how to write and read properly.
With a shake of his saggy hair he retreated from the small closet and closed the door. His body about-faced and headed into the door of the bathroom with a bit more emphasis put on his eye sight. He had a tendency of blindly addressing or moving situations, which often resulted in injury or trouble.
He had been better about it lately, but his mistakes still happened. After all, this island was supposedly a new start for the sacrifices- a start which the majority of them embraced but Enyeto rejected with utter disgrace. He refused to admit that he was stuck on this plot of land in a sea of fog and cloud. He would be freed if he could help it, but for now his freedom lied in the hands and judgment of those more powerful.
So he had to comply. There was no other way; not one that was obscenely clear to him.
Dropping an opened coat and loose pants on the floor he stepped into the shower. The water was warm on his back and even though he felt somber the steam lifted his spirits. With a lack of communication between him and other students Enyeto made a resolution that he would at least attempt to meat someone soon enough. Whether it be at the beach or in the harbor, he made a promise to himself to make at least one friend- other than the friendship he had with Castiel, that did not count.
Regarding the tile on the wall with interest he watched it as his hands went mechanically at flattening his hair, which reached past his shoulders when down, and cleansing his skin and body. When he stepped out and felt the steam in the room surround him, he felt relaxed and somewhat at peace with everything; that was until he stepped out of the bathroom and stared at thw whitewashed furniture and stark white walls of the dorm. The only non-white thing in existence was what little things Castiel and Enyeto had managed to scavenger to decorate the room.
They needed something on the wall. Making a rough note of it in his mind, Enyeto vanished back into the bathroom and clothed himself before quickly escaping his room into the lit hallways.
It was midday so a few students hung around but he could not discover anyone on his floor of relative interest to converse with. Descending the stairs he began his search for some communication.
After a few minutes of ill-searching he sighed and fell to the floor, his back against a massive pillar in the house lobby. No one perked his interest, and Enyeto was not a hard individual to interest or please regardless.
Rolling his eyes he cupped a pouting face in his hands before allowing himself to wonder off into his thoughts. Maybe he ought to stick with Castiel and cancel this experiment for now.
Experiment Failure.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 6:53 pm
[ BANNER ] [ 25.07.2010 ] Roleplay Record
with Castiel Zehaira, click here.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 6:54 pm
[ BANNER ]
[ 25.07.2010 ] Day Five: Conversation? xx
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 6:54 pm
[ BANNER ] [ 26.07.2010 ] Roleplay Record
with Ezhno Paiute, click here.
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