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 Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 6:47 pm
Characters Username: - symphonic disaster - Character name: Yefrem 'Atticus" VanGradden Gender: male Race: reaper/soul guider Age: 20 Orientation: straight Job: reaper Appearance: He generally has two appearances. He has the inner appearance which can only be seen by certain people ( inner appearance). Those people usually have a connection with the spirit realm. His normal appearance seems more usual ( general) and he tends to wear darker colors, but never blue. Personality: He tends to be a bit rude at times and keeps his distance from people. He has a general fear of getting to attached to someone because he knows that a human life is more fragile that one could imagine. Biography: Many years ago, in the midst of the rumors of Vladislav Dracula, Atticus had been fighting for what is now known at Romania. He'd ended up escaping from his duties and falling in love. They'd crossed the border and successfully escaped but a group of bandits ambushed them only a few miles across the border. Regretfully Daria, his love, had been killed in the attack. Yefrem had been left to wander the wilderness for weeks until he came across a town. There had been rumors circulating around the town about a strange cult that had formed there. It seemed that some of people in that area never aged. He had reached this town upon reaching his twentieth birthday, battered, torn, and generally worn down. He was nursed back to health by the leader of this 'cult.' Lavrenti the leader was not known to be male or female but Lav frequently spoke to Yefrem about becoming one of them. To become one of them he essentially had to commit his entire being to their group, essentially killing himself in the process. When he agreed to sell his soul to this cult he had done it blindly in the desire to see Daria, a false promise that Lav had made to Yefrem. He was renamed at the ceremony and from thereon called himself Atticus. His inner form reflects his servitude to guiding souls to the spirit realm. The chains that bind his arms to the weapons are the pure symbol of that. Recently he'd gotten a call to Paris due to a killing that occurred. Skills: invisibility, increased speed, walking through walls (cannot control) Dex: right handed Weapons: none though in his inner form he his chained to a scyth Pets: raven though it is rarely around him, used to scout out the dead Other: When he is vulnerable, or alone there are iron braces around his wrists. Other than that he is always wearing a choker that he can never take off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Username: Rixaka the Fallen Character name: Dawn Rosette Crawford Gender: Female Race: Human Age: 17 Orientation: Straight Job: Co-owner of a bakery in the downtown district of Paris Appearance: Dawn Rosette Crawford(her 'out of uniform' clothing)Uniform ClothingPersonality: Even though she has pure intentions, Dawn ends up making a situation worse then it is, always getting into trouble, with an air of misfortune always not far behind. Pure in heart, she tries her best to cope with everything that goes on, and always manages to keep a smile on her face, even in the worst of times. She's had to learn to keep smiling, even if it hurts. Dawn isn't a very serious type of person. She let's her playful side take over most of the time until she knows she has to be serious. Other then that, she can be very stubborn, as well as a bit of a klutz. Biography: Dawn had actually been brought up as a small toddler in Scotland. Her maiden name comes from her mother, whom was known as Margaret (Margie for short) Crawford, and her middle name from the traditions of her father's side, where she got her middle name, Rosette, though his nationality is uncertain. When Dawn was around the age of five, her parents had a dispute which ended in divorce. When that happened, her mother disappeared from the face of the Earth, while her Father, William, took her to England to study in a normal school. After a few years, when Dawn had turned 15, they decided to move to Paris, France. Her father was always looking for a new job, every other week. He never had very good work habits, that was. He also declared "My daughter, I want to to grow up with the best you can, and because of your exceptional grades..." It ended with "WE'RE MOVING TO PARIS!" After a few months of packing, and unpacking, her father decided to set up his 'dream' occupation, a bakery, which sold most Scottish, English, or other imported pastries, breads, etc. He did sell other famous French baked goods. The two of them have currently been living in Paris for 2 years, with their bakery shop making them a comfortable, and decent living. Skills: Skills in cooking, baking, and languages (French is minimal due to only dealing with English customers, but she picks it up quite quickly, knowing only a few, 'on-hand' words) Dex: Right handed Weapons: None. Pets: A small gray kitten she picked up off the street after feeding it for a few weeks, and her father said it would be fine if she kept it. His name is Grey. Other: Dawn attends a Catholic High school nearby her house. The uniform picture is that of her school uniform. Style: Font size: 9 colour: Indigo
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 7:01 pm
Atticus was look across the city from the Eiffel tower at this point. It was a dark and slightly stormy night so he had the advantage of the darkness. There weren't any people up here at this point but he could spy the small bakery he'd have to visit soon. He knew the man would die soon but he didn't know when. The rest of the locations seemed to be surrounded by a strange aura. As he descended the stairs he watched for the guards that would trap him in his spot if he stayed there any longer.
Once reaching the bottom floor he began to run towards the streets. The fountain that was by the Eiffel tower was a nuisance but it was a good way to provide emphasis on the structure. It would be a long night tonight since he knew that there were a couple here that were bound to die sooner than he would have imagined. He needed to stop at this bakery though and check to see what it was like in there. He hadn't been given much information but it was information that he needed.
He stopped suddenly when he came across it and stared up at the building with a slight expression of awe on his face. It was owned by a father and daughter that came from England. This meant that the daughter would be orphaned. He swallowed hard as he felt his clothing become more soaked then it was before. He pulled at the choke collar slightly in annoyance of it's presence.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 12:16 pm
--I guess it had to be...There wasn't any way around it--
"My gosh it's gotten dark." Dawn spoke in a mellow tone as she headed home for the night. She hadn't realized how late it was, and because of all her after school activities, it had brought her home later then she had originally intended. "Dad's going to have a fit when I get home." she sighed, dragging her heavy feet down the cobble stoned path to the Bakery. Her eyes grew heavy as well, and she could barely keep them open. The street lamps where flickering on and off as she passed them, her footsteps echoing through the streets quite eerily. She shuddered, as something cold gripped his spine, and she suddenly felt cold. Being cold on a summer night wasn't uncommon, but here, this cold was. Something was wrong. It was too quite. Usually there was a couple or two out about now, and the night festivities would soon be in roar just down the street. Dawn shuddered again, and picked up her feet moving faster. The echo was louder and louder, as she ran home faster, and faster until she was out of breath. She made it home, fumbling with the keys until she had the door unlocked. Her heart skipped a beat when she opened it.
"Dawn honey? Is everything alright?" spoke her father seeing her in such a terrified state. He was just washing up a glass mug from the kitchen, and had brought it out with him when he heard someone enter the house.
Dawn released a jagged breath of relief and kicked off her shoes. "Yeah Dad, I'm alright. Sorry I'm late-" she paused, catching her breath. "They had me stay late to help with the arrangement of desks, after all, it is almost the summer holidays." From just listening to her, her father knew something was wrong, but he didn't bother to press into the matter any further. "Alright, well you seem wiped. How about you go take a bath and I'll close up shop?"
Dawn nodded, it sounded good, but a feeling of dread had gripped her heart. "Alright Dad, I'll have a short one, and help out to close it once I'm dried and clean." she smiled and then dropped her bag clumsily to the side of the door, almost tripping over it on her way, rushing up the stairs and to the washroom.
--Why tonight? Why do I have this weird feeling...-- --Like I know something isn't right. Not tonight...-- --It's just too quiet...--
Dawn had been soaking in the tube for about 10 minutes already, the steam and the rose scented bath oils had calmed her down. 'I'm just over stressing.' she kept telling herself dipping lower into the bathwater. She finished up shampooing her hair, rinsing, adding conditioner, and rinsing before pulling the plug and trying a towel around her chest, which rested just far from her knees. Drying her hair was care and speed, she put on a clean pair of comfortable clothes. She would most likely be up until 2am study for finals. "Okay Dad, I'm ready, how about we clean up and close up?" she said walking down the stairs and to the front of the shop. She stopped mid-way around the corner. It sounded like her father was in a heated discussion with a customer.
"--I told you already, hand it over-" "I'm sorry, but I don't have what you're looking for. I promise, I'll have it in tomorrow--" "TOMORROW ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH!"
Dawn wanted to ask what was going on, she walked out behind the counter. Within an instant the strange customer flashed a shiny black pistol. Dawn gasped, and that was what gave her away. He pointed the black hand gun at her first. "Who's there!" he demanded as Dawn stepped out into his view. "-I-I'm sorry to disturb you...but the shop is closed..." she fumbled, tripping over her words. It was obvious that she was scared.
"Please, leave my daughter out of this." her father muttered going to move in front of her but the man instantly pulled the gun and placed it straight at his forehead. "Don't move." he started walking over to dawn was was backing up slowly. He grabbed her by the arm, which she tried to wrestle away but the grip was to strong. "Please, leave her out of this, she doesn't know anything!" her father protested, seeing the face of his poor, innocent daughter, who was gazing at him in fear.
The man moved slowly, but with a kind of hidden swiftness. "Get it now, or I'll kill her." Dawn gasped as the man pulled her closer to his body, placing just the tip of the gun to her head.
"I told you, I don't have it here. I promise to give it to you tomorrow. Please, just wait another day-" "Enough with the excuses!" the gun-man yelled, shutting Dawn's father up at once. "Co-operate, or she dies." he said coldly with a hidden glint of annoyance. He was loosing his patience.
"Dad!" Dawn screamed, but her man placed his hand over his mouth. "Fine, I'll just have to take it..." Seconds seemed like minutes, which seemed like hours. The man pulled the trigger, but not at Dawn. She squeezed her eyes shut, the gun power exploding, as the bullet lurched forward. Dawn screamed, and there was a loud -thud- she forced her eyes open, seeing her father collapsed on the floor. "D-d-dad..." she fumbled with her words, dropping to the floor. The man, wide eyed dropped the gun and ran out the front door, it slamming behind him.
Dawn inched over to the body, shaking it wildly. "Dad, please, please, get up." there was no response. She grabbed the hand-held phone and dialed 9-1-1. "Bonjour, Hello." the operator spoke. "Please, help my-my father, he's been shot..." Dawn spoke rapidly into the phone.
The woman, distressed, worked her through to the ambulance, and the police department. Dawn ran over the details quickly with them and they announced they would be over shortly. They hung up. Dawn slid to the ground, going over to check her father's pulse. There was none. He was dead cold now, and she couldn't believe it. She didn't bother to hang up the phone, and just sitting there, she held it in her hand, making the -beep beep beep-- noise constantly. Tear swelled up in her eyes as she knew the fact already. Her father was murdered, before her very eyes, and it was too late to save him now. And that's when she broke down, tears spilling down her cheeks and staining her clothes.
It had happened, the thing she had always feared.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 4:10 pm
The intensity of the surrounding situation had risen drastically. He could feel addrenaline rush through his veins as he began to run towards the bakery. He'd taken a detour to avoid running into the girl but it was possible that it was unavoidable at this point.
He was wearing black at the present moment to mask his prescence. He could hear the sirens wailing already, forcing him to duck behind a store. He hated these situations due to the fact that it was harder to get in and out without being seen. He knew how the man had died already, but it seemed to be a bit earlier than he had expected.
The girl had been spared though and it was the only upside to doing this work. When he was a few blocks away he stopped and concentrated on finding the soul. It was in the building still which meant it was either trapped by some sort of spirit barrier or there was some doubt in the fact that he had actually passed away. The last, and almost impossible probability is that he wants to see his daughter still and wants her to be safe. If Atticus could he would vow to kill every single person he'd seen murder people. That was a countless number at this point since he'd been collecting and transporting souls for well over five hundred years.
He felt a familiar ache reside in his heart when he recalled the death of his beloved Daria. He could clearly recall how her hair had seemed to float in the wind when she wore it down, and the smile she always had when she greeted him. The touch of her hand against his cheek to calm him after he'd had a nightmare. So many years of solitude and now he was witnessing someone receive a similar solitude.
It had taken a while for them to clear out but he moved forward once again, unsure if the girl was in there or not. If she was he would have a bit of trouble though he could claim that he needed a place to stay and had no money to pay for a place. He’d done that countless times and only one person had discovered what he was. They had given him a lot after that., realizing that he had taken a soul to the spirit realm.
His gait was nearly silent at this point, mostly from experience of handling dangerous situations like these. He stiffened slightly when a dog barked but came to realized that it was a ways away. He was searching for a way in, looking for even a window that was slightly cracked open. It was futile, she was either gone to go with her deceased father or she had all the doors and windows locked out of pure and inescapable fear. He swore lightly under his breath before he went back out onto the street. He cough slightly as he prepared himself to look worn down. If he caught her in her most fragile state it was more likely that she would take him in.
He knocked lightly, stiffening from the cold he was beginning to feel. It was quiet, a bit too quiet in a way, but nonetheless he was out there, doing his job that he hated so much. He waited there outside in front of the door for a few seconds before knocking again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 4:55 pm
--He's gone now...and there was nothing I could do-- --Why me? Why Dad? Wasn't he good enough to keep living?-- --Why did you have to die...--
Ever since the ambulance and the paramedics had arrived, Dawn was deep in distressed thought. It was odd for a living person to have thoughts of their lives passing in front of their eyes, but for Dawn it didn't matter. She had just lost the most important person in the world, to her. The paramedics had taken a look at Dawn to make sure she was all right, and if no harm had come to her. She only suffered some mental damage, due to losing a loved one. The two male paramedics had brought her father out on a stretcher, shaking their heads. Both were silent, not sure how to treat this situation, and giving the poor orphaned girl the worst news she would hear in her life. Dawn, however, already knew the outcome. She was still sitting on the ground, hold her knees to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, her face buried in her knees. She was still weeping, her heart felt as if it had been crushed by cruel fate. "Miss, we would live a word with you, about the er-mur-the incident" the tall, male English-speaking cop corrected himself.
Dawn looked up, her eyes still full of tears, running down her face. She nodded weakly, and tried to stand up. The officer wrapped a blanket around her and brought her a cup of hot chocola. She sipped it gratefully, and held the mug tightly, as she starred into the creamy brown liquid. A tear fell from her eye and landed in the liquid, causing the chocola to ripple . She let out a long sigh, seemingly calmed down by drinking the smooth liquid. Dawn had stopped shaking, or rather, stopped shaking as much as she was before, though she was still trembling from the visuals stuck in her head.
"Miss?" the officer started again. "It would be a lot of help if you told us what happened..." he sounded nice, Dawn decided. Taking in a deep breath, she went over her day activities that lead up to the point of the gun, and the murder committed. "That's all..." she said starring at the half-empty mug again.
The officer nodded. "One last question. You said that the man was looking for something, something he wanted from your father. Do you have any clue why he would er- come here and demand it?" he said, putting it a gently as he could possibly. Dawn shook her head, not trusting herself to answer with words. The officer got up and signaled to the other officer to go. "We'll keep in touch, miss." he said turning around and went to exit the house. "Take care..." he mumbled closing the door behind him. Dawn sat there for a few minutes. She didn't want to think, she didn't want to move. She just couldn't believe it.
After a few more minutes she forced herself to move and stand up. The blanket slid off her shoulders and landed softly on the ground. She held the mug in hand and walked over to the kitchen. She sighed deliberately, rinsing out the mug and putting it in the dishwasher. What would she do now? Dawn had no clue. She barely knew the neighbors, and all her aunts and uncle, from which she knew on her father's side, were all over the place, they wouldn't even hear of his death until a few weeks or so. That left her mother. No help there, she was gone without a trace.
--I don't want to be alone...-- --Never...--
Leaning against the sink, she pushed those ugly thoughts away and turned to the door. She sensed a presence come closer and then -knock knock-. She didn't bother to move from her spot for a few minutes until the noise persisted. Pushing herself up and over, she walked to the door and opened it just a crack. "I-I'm sorry but we're closed..." she said, her eyes dull and almost lifeless. "Please come back-" she took a few minutes to choose the word "later". She was just about to close the door over.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 5:50 pm
Atticus could see her now, through the window in the dor. She looked sad and a bit lost at the moment but he knew why. In her eyes he saw a lingering sorrow and pain that had also resided in her voice when she had spoken. He began to check his pockets, not really wanting to bother her after what she'd just experienced, after he had emptied every single pocket he discovered that he was quite literally broke, not even a single coin.
He began to feel a bit vulnerable, as he always did when he had no resources, and absent mindedly tugged lightly on the choker around his neck. The iron cuffs began to slowly materialize around his wrists and when they were entirely there he involuntarily dropped his hands to his sides. They felt more weighed down now that he could feel the cuffs around his wrists quite distinctly. His arms always felt weighed down but he had learned to deal with that small nuissance over the years, it was only when he could see them that it truly bothered hm.
"Please," he began to say, though he did not want to pressure her too much, he was capable of feeling compassion despite what he was and what he did. "Please, I have no money. I will pay you back. Please I have no place to stay and all I have his the clothe on my back.'
The last statement was true despite the fact that they looked almost brand new. Most of what he wore was donated by other soul guiders, usually the ones who had been around for over a millenium and had the chance to accumulate wealth on earth and in the spirit realm. For every soul succesfully guided into the spirit realm there was a reward of one bronze coin, depending on how important the person was and how they died it was possible to get more than that. People such as Mother Teresa and Princess Diana were worth far more than one bronze because of what they had done in their life times. Now the currrency of the spirit realm could sometimes because considered unrealistic. One thousand bronze coins equaled one silver, and one thousand silver equaled one goldd. It was only at the gold and silver levels that one could actually exchange for the currency of the different nations.
Recently he'd used his money to get from Instanbule, Turkey, where he had spent the last five years guiding souls, to Paris. He was unable to accumuplate much wealth while in Turkey due to the amount of money he had needed to spend on earth to survive there. If he absolutely needed to he could contact a friend that he had but this friend was a good twenty to thirty miles away, too far to walk and it was late and almost not worth it to call.
He froze when he felt a col and wet substance hit the back of his neck. It rolled down his back and he instantly knew that he was in for a long night. A few more drops of rain hit him moments later and then it was pouring. He muttered to himself lightly as he felt his hair get drenched and begin to plaster itself to his face. He turned then, hoping to find a bridge or church near by where he could find shelter.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 6:45 pm
Dawn stared at him for a few minutes, not really looking at him, but more on her own memories, then it started to raining. She was half here and half there, and she closed the door. After a few seconds had passed, she opened the door, and held it there, the gesture of allowing and welcoming one into their home. "Please, don't touch anything just yet." she looked at the floor and sighed, blood from her death father still laid there. "I'm not allowed to clean up." she muttered steeping away around the mess a staring at the memories that laid there as well. Her heart sank again, as she looked at the mess, her eyes tearing up, but she brushed them away. Then, she turned back to look at the stranger. "Before you enter, and I can you your name, and business here?" she didn't mean to impose, but because of the incident, she would obliviously take bigger precautions, and higher measures to insure that they didn't come to 'clean up' the mess that had been made.
Her hands were held at her sides, and even more now, did she only appear as a lifeless doll, in all hope, their might just be a chance that she would escape that hell and return to the normal life. It would be something she would have to do by herself. Her eyes shifted over to him again, looking at his clothes, not becoming more and more aware of what he looked like, and now was watching his movements, studying him, in a sense. The clothes he wore seemed to be of a new style, or rather, an older style, because she had never seen them before, but she didn't bother to ask, it wasn't her place.
It was raining heavily now, the street lamps were glowing ominously through the mist of the rain, making the night seem more mythical then normal, or real. It didn't seem to bother Dawn at all though.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 7:27 pm
"The name is Atticus VanGradden, origionally from Romania," he said with a friendly smile. "I'm here to get a new job and locale due to a recent even that happened while I was living in Turkey. I'm also in search of a job."
He wouldn't tell her what he was really here for since it was almost forbidden. If he was put into a position where he had to he could easily do that. He knew that getting a job, or possibly getting a job here would provide him with a chance to actually start making money rather that just escorting souls to where they were supposed to go. He could sense the father near by but he didn't say anything.
His presence signified a regret in what he had done and a desire to do something to help his daughter in any way possible. He wouldn't do it tonight, it would be too hard to get away from here, he'd have to do a transfer.
"If it wouldn't bother you," he said politely. "I'd like to have the pleasure of knowing your name. When you can... clean up... I am willing to help you if you need it. I was a cleaner when I lived in Turkey."
It was another lie but he could easily catch on to cleaning since he did have to clean his own place to make it looked nice, though he barely lived in it since he was always busy there. He could be busy there since he wasn't so distracted by the fact that there was an orphaned girl standing in front of him.
((could you remove the villian in the 'job' section of my character profile??))
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 12:03 pm
[[Done]]Closing the door gently behind him, she locked it with a smooth -click- and then used the small little chain lock and stood back. Turning around, Dawn's face remained unemotional, due to trying to cope with everything that just happened. The light from the main shop flickered on and off a few times. She side-stepped the mess with grace and walked up to the large front window. She was just finishing closing up now, turning off the neon sign, and drawing the white and navy blue square patterned drapes closed tightly. Just before that, she double checked the windows to make sure they were all locked up and shut tightly, as if she was trying to keep someone or something outside. Returning to look at Atticus, she forced a smile and nodded at his predicament. "Please follow me, and I'll show you the guest room." she spoke with a twinge of regret. They hadn't usually gotten customers that needed to stay over, only if it was one of her father's friends which had just reminded her of something...
"I'm Dawn." she said shrugging and showing him to a room. "Here, you can stay in this room." she left out the part about it being her father's old room, it didn't seem very important. "-and as you can tell from the mess, that it's going to be a busy day tomorrow, they should be doing some chemical tests, and determining how the perp is, or something a long that line." she sighed. Sitting down at the small two-seater table, with a mug of juice in hand now. She wouldn't be explaining to Atticus what had happened, besides, he was only a stranger? Why should he get involved.
"I guess I could supply you with a job here, it also sot of looks like you need a place to stay for a while." she stared at him before sipping her juice. "Would you like any?" she cut into her sentence, half trying to avoid the talk of 'new employees' and the circumstances it was under.
Dawn looked much paler under the fluorescent lights. She looked pretty much horrible, awful looking even. The face of a person under a lot of stress and emotional hardship. Pulling her hair back from her shoulders, she held it in a make-shift ponytail before pushing it to one shoulder. Her shoulders dropped, but she picked them up and sighed. "I'm sorry, I'll go freshen up now, it's rude of me to host a guest looking like this..." she said when seeing her reflection in the orange juice in the mug.
Dawn pushed the squealing chair back and walked towards the bathroom, first leaving out the juice container and a mug for Atticus encase he got thirsty.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 1:48 pm
Atticus looked to the juice container and then returned his gaze to her as she left. A nearly invisible figure sat down on the bed in the guest room and he entered slowly.
Not tonight, it wouldn't be practical to do it tonight. The time he needed wasn't enough and the girl would be back to check on him. He could tell she was nervous, more nervous than anyone should be. He sat down next to the figure and desperately hoped that she did not have the ability to see ghosts. It would be took traumatizing for her at this point.
"I have to do my job some day," Atticus said quietly. "That means guiding you but if you need to do one last thing here you can. Tomorrow night I'll transport you so you have twenty four hours to do whatever you need to do. If you have any message for her I'll hand it off in some form."
It was silent here excpet for the running water that could barely be heard. The rain was distant and it intermingled with the running water. His memory faded for a moment and an image of Daria flashed before his eyes. He needed to find someone else some day, possibly another soul guider. It would be a long time though before he found someone that was good enough to distract him. It would be a long time before he could love another.
He was blind though, blind to every possibility. There was a chance that she was right in front of him but he was just unaware. He'd felt Daria's presence before, it was possible that her soul remained unguided, wandering the earth in search of someone to guide her. He would have to check when he brought Dawn's father up to the spirit world.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 2:14 pm
Dawn had washed her face and brushed her hair. She looked more presentable now, for the moment at least. She turned off the hot water and cold water taps and sighed. There was something wrong, something very wrong. She suddenly felt cold and rubbed her hands on her arms, trying to keep warm. Another shiver ran through her, striking her straight to the bone. "W-why is it so c-c-col..." she asked going over to check the temperature. It was the same as it was before. She tapped the glass to make sure the needle was working, which it was, vibrating slightly with the tap. Suddenly, she began to feel drained. "Ugh...it's been an exhausting day today..." she walked over to the phone and picked it up. "I'll just call the school to let them know I'm not going tomorrow." she looked glumly as the phone rang on and on, then sudden -beep beep beep beep- "What? The phone's dead?" she put it down, hanging it up, then tried again she got the same thing -beep beep beep-. With a sigh she hung it up again and check the cords. They were perfectly fine, and even plugged in. "What's going on here?" she asked herself feeling a slight discomfort knowing she wouldn't be able to contact anyone for help if she really needed it.
Then the light's began to flicker. "Power surge?" she said out loud, thinking to herself. "That's not possible... I don't think." she looked up at the lights. "Or the bubls are dying...but they're brand new..." she shuddered, something was going on and she didn't know what. Dawn felt the cold strike again, this time harsher and colder. She shivered and tried walking out of the room, but it still followed her. The lights went out for a second, but didn't come on. "What's going on here?" she walked around franticly trying to figure out what was going on. She stopped and checked in her father's room, forgetting that Atticus was there. Totally ignoring him, she ran over to the window, looking for any cracks. "It's locked..." she muttered. "What am I thinking? It's summer, it would never get this cold..." she looked around the room, and let a small sigh, her breath came out in white. She cupped her hands over it and slid to the floor. "W-what's going on here?" she was freezing cold now, not able to shake it off.
Then, she just noticed Atticus, and this white blurry thing sitting on the bed beside him. Her eyes began to get heavier, and she was on the verge of collapsing, and falling unconscious due to the coldness that she was feeling now. "D-dad...where are you?" she mumbled falling to the ground and closing her eyes, still trying to warm herself up.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 3:55 pm
Atticus had only noticed when the lights went out and he shook his head slightly. This job was going to be a bit harder than he thought it would. He froze slightly as she walked in, she seemed to not notice him but when she did he knew exactly where she was looking a moment later. The figure sitting next to him looked calm and his expression dulled before he vanished. It had been one of those expressions that Atticus always avoided seeing. It was the last expression he'd seen in Daria's face and it was still haunting him to this day. He made no move to make it seem as though he recognized the figure, if he could fool her into believing she was hallucinating then it would be better.
In a moment he'd taken the sheet off of the bed and moved it so that it was wrapped around Devon's body. He knew he'd be here a while now and he couldn't tell her, that is unless she saw him, his inner form wit the scyth chained to his wrists. If she discovered what he was he was sure he would be asked questions, though he could not tell what they would be. He was sure that she would be scared too, maybe even hate him or blame him for something, but he hadn't done anything. He'd just come here to do his job and get on with his existence.
He could remember when the weapon was first chained to him. It had taken him months to get used to the dead weight on his arms and years to learn how to use it. The training process had begun in the hills of Romania and then he'd been moved to the concentration camps later for further perfection of this skill. There was always something going on that required more than one reaper to be present. It was always the weaker ones who transported one per month and the stronger who did multiple transports per day.
Now that she knew she was capable of seeing them he had a feeling that he would have an even harder time getting done with what he needed to do. He looked at her for a moment before looking at the window. The lights were back on and he knew it would begin to warm up soon. He'd seen this happen in his life once before and it had been a bit of a nuissance. THe person had ended up committing suicide shortly after and he'd been assigned to transport them.
He was madly hoping that she would not do that. He wouldn't be able to handle an angry soul with his training. He'd have to get some help then. It would be hard as it his but he could manage it.
"You're dad's fine," he said with a slight smile. "You're probably just hallucinating. I think there was a power outage of some sort but it's back up and running. It's a good thing, let's you see when you walk around in an unfamiliar place."
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:10 pm
Dawn shook her head, she was feeling warmer now. "N-n-no, it's not possible.... the cold... it's summer... the thermostat is normal. All the windows are closed.... why am I so cold then?" she couldn't understand it, the mist, the coldness, everything going on. "The phone was dead as well... aren't phone lines supposed to be on a separate line to themselves?" she shook her head thinking of the window. The next door neighbor's house had lights, oh please, don't tell me that I've gone insane." She was trembling all over even though she was warming up. None of it made sense, nothing. She almost began crying again. Whispering to herself. "Why did you have to go, why couldn't you have stayed, why isn't anyone here to help me..." she was completely lost, at the edge and almost ready to snap. She looked up at Atticus with desperation in her eyes, tears had started to flow freely from her cheeks, and in a sudden movement, she moved into his arms hugging him around the waist. "Please don't leave..." was all she said, weeping, tears staining both of their clothes now. "I don't want to be alone... I don't want..." she was sobbing heavily now, and it was a horrible sight. Her, sobbing like this, in front of a guest!
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:39 pm
"I won't leave you for a while," he said with a slight smile. "I'll just make sure you get back up on your feet and then I won't be a nuissance any more. Just do me a favor and tell the cops I'm a relative. If they find out that I'm just a guest I could become a suspect and then I'll have to leave."
He was serious about that and it included the fact that he did not have an ID, he never had an ID since he never needed one. The people in a higher status would find out the need and would immediately deliver one to him and all of the problems that existed here would slowly begin to disappear. He let out a soft sigh before sitting down next to her, not sure what to do but still completely understanding her pain.
"It's fine," he said. "You're just stressed out and stress can make you hallucinate a little bit."
He would know that since he had hallucinated a few times. While he was fully away during a few fights he'd been in he'd seen Daria walk up to the group and scream at them. He knew it wasn't real but he wanted it to be real.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:48 pm
Dawn looked up at him, she was smiling a bit now. "Thank you..." she whispering, slowly pulling away from him. "I'll do what I can, and until then, you can help out around the shop." Dawn stood up slowly, pulling the blanket around her, tighter. "I'll get you a fresh cover." she spoke ready to go to the laundry room and pick another one up. Her hair was a bit messy now, a lot less then before, and she didn't look all that bad, though something was bothering her. She shook off the thoughts though and rolled up the blanket, taking it down the stairs to the laundry room. She dumped it in a side basket and pulled open one of the pure white cupboards. Now smiling a bit more, she grabbed a dark navy blue, no patterned blanket and walked up stairs gracefully moving over the mess in the hallway that he father hadn't bothered to clean up before he died. Bringing in the cupboard, she handed him the blanket and sat down on the bed. "I'll be your alibi." she spoke softly sitting on the bed comfortably. "If they ask about where you were you can tell them you were out for some baking soda. I have a friend who works in a shop, and you can run over their and pick up the stuff. She's a good friend and would cover for you. Other then that, if they ask about where you were from, I think you'll have to handle that." she smiled sweetly wiping away the last of the tears.
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