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 Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 2:00 am
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█║ SPECIAL: [META] : Something Wicked This Way Comes
█║ RP LINK: [RAEVAN PICK UP] No Sugar, Just Spice
█║ INVOLVED: Alex, Zul, Ebony, Cordelia, Xiu, Hazeline, Kyou, Lazarus
█║ SYNOPS: Ebony picks up Cordelia, Xiu comes in for a check-up and Lazarus starts a terrible downward trend...
Summary Ebony comes to pick up Cordelia, who Zul is immediately taken with with due to her coldness. Xiu and Hazeline show up for Xiu's follow-up appointment; while the three humans and three Raevans all converse, Kyou and Lazarus have an accident that leads to a most harrowing meeting for all involved... |
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 3:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 5:14 pm
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█║ SPECIAL: [META] : One, Two, He's On To You
█║ INVOLVED: Alex, Zul
█║ SYNOPS: Alex and Zul have their first fight.
No sooner had the two stepped into the door after visiting Aphismet and Isi, did Zul begin to get irritable. He floated around the living room, snapping his wings as a cat might lash its tail, looking around the furniture and belongings with a curled lip. "We can't take any of this," he hissed with derision, "not ours. These...fake home items."
The Italian's high had dimmed shortly after departing her boyfriend's arms, and now the weight of what had happened both before and after her visit was heavy on her mind. She was nearly certain by now that Zul was infected and that he'd spread the virus to Rivener through their earnest display of throat-diving. Alex couldn't be completely certain, however, as both Lazarus and Rivener seemed to display hostility, or a favor of acting out, where as Zul's only display was his mouth. Regardless, her limits were being tested for the day, giving her charge a minutely sour look. "No, we can't take all that and I doubt we'd need it. Just pack your games, Zul."
"I know what to pack," came the snapping reply, the demon looking over his shoulder coldly.
Alex bristled. She didn't need this, not right now! The woman walked briskly beyond her charge and into her room, turning on her laptop and moving further to throw open the double doors her modest closet. She was not a creature that collected clothes or shoes - most of her ensemble was tank tops, anyway - so that would at least be easy...
"What are you doing?"
Green eyes slowly appeared around the edge of the closet door, and she couldn't help the way they narrowed as her defenses began to build themselves up for the first time since she'd had Zul in her life. "What do you think? I'm going to cull what clothes I don't wear and--"
"That's not what I meant," the demon interrupted her, floating further inside the room without permission and leaning his hand on her desk. "I don't like Ear-docile. Why can't we just move in with Afizmet and Rivener?"
"Ear-deh-scholl, and he's Isikoro's Raevan. Aphi is Isi's older brother. Families don't seperate just because they don't always get along," she replied tersely. "And since when have you been so thoughtless?" Alex added suddenly, giving voice to what had been bothering her on the drive home. She moved out from between the doors, her hands on her hips. "You stopped Laz from kissing Cordelia but you didn't think to stop Rivener from hurting his own brother? I know you're all squishy when it comes to Rivener, but you know Rivener isn't a mean guy! He loves Eiry! What the hell were you thinking, just standing there and...and then preparing to leave him there?"
Zul's head lowered, but his eyes remained dangerously upon his Guardian, the icy blue gaze darkened beneath his brow. "He was rude. Talked jibberish and scolded Rivener. Treated me like mud. You'd let a stranger talk bad about Afeezmit in front of you?" he countered, his tone unusually low.
"I wouldn't react with violence, and you don't have the right to compare Aphi and I to you and Rivener!" Alex growled back. "We've been over this, Zul, you yourself said it wasn't love between you two." Her proverbial hackles were standing on edge, although it wasn't in anger. She felt...she felt threatened by Zul's behavior, and that unpleasant, cold pit of fear was beginning to thread its way into her stomach. Lazarus had acted like his soul...what, exactly, would a Baphomet do...?
Before she couldn't entertain the idea, Zul practically exploded. "Don't you pretend like you know what's best for me!" The palms of his gloves ignited and began to spark with white-hot glow. "You'll do what you want to do no matter what I think! I will do the same!" The Frei threw his hand back as though to point towards where Rivener was...and threw the molten core in his hand instead. It smashed into a stack of report paper on her desk and knocked it onto the ground. The reem lit and burst into an outward flame, but just as quickly smoldered in on itself, completely ash.
The two were frozen in place, staring at the pile that gave only a brief hiccup of steam before fizzing into black silence. Zul recovered first, turning back to her with annoyance. "We aren't like you," he hissed, his voice much like the sound of the paper burning, "but you aren't like us either!"
The Frei floated away then, but not before Alex caught the slightly unsettled look in his eye as he passed the pile on the floor. The door slammed behind him, and she was left alone in her room, and it was the 'alone' part that really settled into her chest. She didn't want to be alone...
"Oh suck it up," she sighed at herself, running trembling fingers through her hair as she approached the blackened blob on the floor. Kneeling down, she extended her hand to touch it, and paused. It was still warm, she could feel the heat coming off of it! Alex looked closer and noticed that there was a very faint glow from within, even though it was quickly diminishing. The way it ebbed and settled, it looked like...cooling lava.
He could have burned the house down, she thought, a frigid chill running down her spine. Alex knew she'd have to keep a close eye on him now, to monitor him. Calling forth his powers without realizing it? Without meaning to? The rapid mood swings? As far as she was concerned, Zul was officially in danger; he was unquestionably infected. |
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 1:17 am
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█║ SPECIAL: [META] : Three, Four, Lock Your Door
█║ INVOLVED: Alex, Zul
█║ SYNOPS: Zul progresses in his sickness.
She'd been plagued by nightmares.
The whole night had been monstrous to her. Every flicker of light had sent shadows skittering in her mind, and closing her eyes against the images did nothing to alleviate the tricks her mind played on her. It seemed as if time was against her, as every time she pulled herself out of some harrowing dream that spanned lifetimes, only a few minutes had passed, an hour at most. And so, with a dry throat, Alex would close her eyes and fall back into a fitful, dark-laden sleep.
It was shortly after 3:30AM when the Italian next awakened. Something felt bad, like the feeling someone gets when they leave the stove on - a moment of clarity that there was disaster near. Her eyes, pupils nearly swallowing the green, stared sightlessly at the shadows cast against her wall. She was facing away from her giant windowed patio, the sheets swirled around her hips and legs like a slick cocoon, damp from sweat. Her chest lifted and fell in shallow motions beneath her faded tank top, her arms slightly spread as if she'd been held down. She could see the light sheen of sweat on her dark skin in the faint light.
Alex paused. Faint light? The woman turned around and swallowed a scream of surprise, lurching backwards and almost throwing herself off the other side of the bed.
The demon stared at her. Zul floated against the edge of her bed, his hands curled in an odd way in front of his chest. The glow was coming from his central horn, illuminating all the sharp angles of his face in the most menacing manner, his full expression focused on her; even his rune seemed to be without light, a dim orange within the coils of his ribbon. What frightened her the most was his eyes - she couldn't see them at all in the shadows of his hooded sockets.
Trick of the light, her rational mind scrambled for a reason not to shriek, swallowing down the sound that wanted to come out of her throat. It ended in a weak whimper. "Zul?" she breathed softly, her tongue feeling wrapped in cotton as she stared at him. Alex felt terribly vulnerable, her hair in complete disarray around her shoulders, staring into the face her charge.
Still, he said nothing. He blinked - or at least, she thought he did - and she saw the blues of his eyes again, although they almost seemed lined in black. As if they'd been black and not shadowed, her most unhelpful mind offered up, making her twice as frightened. Her throat felt tight, and through her fear, anger pierced her logic; what the hell was he doing in there anyway? Clinging to anger, a familiar feeling that she could deal with much better than fear, she found her voice. "Zul, answer me!"
The Frei blinked once, twice, and stared. Several long seconds passed before the demon turned without a sound, floating out of the room as if on some invisible track. Alex's pulse skyrocketed and hammered a painful tattoo on the inside of her ribs; she had to war with herself not to call Kyou or Aphismet. She was a big girl, she could handle this...she could...
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 6:18 pm
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█║ SPECIAL: [META] : Five, Six, Can't Be Fixed
█║ INVOLVED: Alex, Zul
█║ SYNOPS: Zul progresses in his sickness.
They sat in silence. Alex leaned against the wall, her legs curled beneath her, eyes closed. Black hair was matted to her brow and cheeks, her dark skin slightly sweaty despite the cool air drifting in through the open porch window. Her clothes and skin were marred with black marks; her garments even had holes in some places, but she didn't seem to mind, smiling at the ceiling and listening to the distant lull of the ocean. Her forearm was bleeding a little, tucked against her side while her free hand idly drew through Zul's hair.
The Raevan was laying on the floor, his head in her lap. The sweat had dried from his body, but he could still feel the residue of it, the feeling of his skin being tight and dry. His body ached. He'd never used so much of his magic before, and he had drained him, leaving him slightly dizzy and winded. Gloveless palms itched with the strain of molten lava leaking out of them, although they'd already healed over and now simply shed flakes of skin that burned away like ash.
"You're sure you're feeling okay?" Alex asked in a low voice, thick from the shouts and fear.
Zul nodded against her leg. The fingers in his hair were nice, soothing. "Sore," he commented after a brief silence, flexing his fingers, "but whole."
The house wasn't so lucky; it seemed there was no way to Zul-proof their abode (which Alex was hoping wouldn't carry over to the Delaran household). The walls were pocked with cooling blots of lava, the outer crust black but a glowing heart of ember within. There were a few sizable holes in the floor as well, the edges of the wood still sparkling like an obscene amber necklace, curls of smoke still belching from the melted mass of whatever had been vaporized by the Frei's errant powers. Even the ceiling was scored with second-hand burns, the furniture mostly unscathed save for one of the reclining chairs that had been unlucky enough to be grabbed; it was sporting a rather alarming sized crescent void where the headpiece used to be.
The demon rolled his blue eyes towards the decimated foyer, one hand slowly moving towards it to touch where a corner of the wall was missing. "Sorry," he finally murmured, his voice truly little more than smoke, "about the costume."
Alex laughed. There wasn't much else to do in the grand scheme of things. "You're okay," she replied, playfully tugging on one of his curled horns, "that's what matters. Costumes can be remade...homes can be rebuilt. You need to be okay, and I'll be okay too."
Zul smiled a bit as his horn was tugged to the side, although he could feel the irritation creeping back into the corners of his mind. He was subdued from his own shock of destroying everything he touched - a Midas touch in reverse - and wasn't quite able to conjure his annoyance to full. "Thanks." There was a show he'd seen that came to mind in that moment, a saying; it said a lot about a person on how well they handled the world falling down around them. This was the second time the demon had fairly decimated the house, and again, he found his woman full of smiles. Somewhere in the sick-free portion of his mind, he figured that meant he was lucky.
"I want to take you in to see Kyou if it happens again." The Italian's voice was light, soft; careful of where she tread in expressing her opinion of Zul's behavior.
There was another stretch of silence before the demon exhaled, closing his eyes to the proof of his illness. "Okay," he agreed, although he swore to himself it wouldn't happen again. "Next time." |
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 10:15 pm
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█║ SPECIAL: [META] : Seven, Eight, Far Too Late
█║ INVOLVED: Alex, Zul
█║ SYNOPS: Zul progresses in his sickness.
Pain.
The Frei was blind and deaf, only, not fully; all he could see was tinted in dark red and blurry from his watering eyes, and all he could hear were his own sick moans and a loud hiss that seemed to follow him. Trembling fingers curled and something beneath gave away. Moving hurt. Thinking hurt. His spine felt like it was falling apart and every breath taken made him feel like his chest might explode. Time was a non-issue. As far as he knew, he'd been in pain for a life time.
"Ah-Alix..."
His voice, now gravel and rot, could not be heard over the encroaching din of the ocean.
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"Zuuuuul?"
Alex looked around the house, lips pursed in a most ridiculous looking fashion, green eyes turning over the empty living room. Only silence answered her plaintive call. "Huh," she exhaled out loud, again looking over the mostly patched-up front room as if she had missed the floating half-body some how, "weird." Just to be sure, she'd already checked the bedrooms, closets and bathroom, but there'd been no sign of the demon. She could see the kitchen clearly from where she stood, and it occurred to her that he might have been in the garage...for some unknown reason, but he could still be there!
It was while she was marching across the hardwood floor that she felt the breeze, her eyes flicking towards the back porch, surprised to find the door cracked open. Alex moved to close it and paused as she kicked something, looking downwards. "...a rock?" she puzzled, kneeling down and reaching out to pick it up. No sooner had her fingers touched the black thing did her hand recoil; it was hot! Was it a piece they'd missed from cleaning up? The Italian frowned and looked back to the porch window, her mouth suddenly feeling rather dry as she caught sight of something else. Slowly, like a dream, she extended her hand and touched the metal frame of the glass.
Two inches beneath her fingers, a large chunk of the sliding glass was missing, smoldering with embers. Mingled with the bright yellow and vivid orange was a dark, brackish red.
She was on her feet and the door was pushed all the way open, looking around the porch in a growing sense of panic. "Zul?" she called out weakly, stepping forward and nearly falling through the wooden floor, doing a bit of a hop and a skip and a desperate cling to the banister to keep from falling. There were several gaping holes with the brackish red-black stuff in a skid-mark like fashion in the middle and down the stairs.
Her feet carried her down the stairs quickly, looking into the dirt to find that the marks continued, and her stomach sank. The skid-marks turned into visible divots in the sand; they were drag marks. Both sides of the sickly looking marks were burns in various shapes, some flecked with embers and what appeared to be fresh-- "Lava?" Alex gaped, her heart suddenly beating far too hard in her chest. Her eyes desperately sought the trail that the drag marks were making, stopping as she found one burn in the perfect shape of a hand.
She looked back towards the house. If the burns were Zul's hands, then the drag marks were his body.
He was bleeding.
Alex took off like a shot, feet pounding down the weed-lined path that the marks made for her to follow. Her adrenaline was in full swing, every color and dot of movement making her eyes snap to and fro. She was so terribly, wholly afraid of what she was going to find, and yet her mind couldn't stop buzzing with questions: Why was he on his chest? Why did he drag himself outside? What could have happened to him to make him bleed while his powers were rampant again? The bloody trail brought her down the steep path towards their own little stretch of beach where Kinsey and her had caught the Leviathan, where Sevvie had showed Zul the wonders of the ocean. It was around the raised cliff side that she found her answer.
She saw the Frei down by the water, her speed only seeming to increase as she neared him; she could see he was on his hands, his lower half suspended above the sand, but she didn't quite understand why he looked like his whole body was glowing. As she came close enough to see him, however, her legs gave out and she fell hard into the white sand, mouth agape and lips trembling. "Zul!" she cried out. When he turned his head to her, she screamed.
He was leaking lava out of his pores. Desperate blue eyes were clouded by red in his sclera, even as the bright red lava coursed out from beneath his lids and slid down his face. His skin was slick with brackish red-black blood that the lava was burning out of him, only his very nature healed the wounds shortly after they were created, as if his very make-up would not allow him to die from this. Every inch of skin was red and puckered as lava squeezed out of him, pooling with the blood that it drew with it beneath him. One hand was set in the wet sand where the ocean had licked over the beach; every time his fingers tried to reach towards the cold water, it was as though his skin ripped and bled anew with blood and his essence. His ribbon was heavy with the blood it had soaked during his drag, bits of dried lava-rock sticking to it.
"Zul!" her voice cracked as tears began to pool in her green eyes and spill, "S-stop it! Use your ice! Counter it, h-hurry!!"
She could see him take a breath and saw how much it hurt him, a fresh dollop of blood-stained lava dropping from his marred chest. "None," he said to her, and she almost recoiled at the sound of his voice. It was a terrible high pitch beneath chords that sounded like he'd swallowed glass. "Hah, hah-help me..." His whimper was little more than a wheeze, his eyes beginning to lose focus. The Frei's body made a retching motion, making the lava flow even heavier from him for several moments before it resumed oozing.
Alex couldn't even begin to fathom the pain he was in, but what could she do?! She crawled rapidly across the sand, feeling the heat rolling off of his body even at a distance. Her eyes were blurred with frustrated and frightened tears, hands shaking as they went from reaching towards Zul to drawing back to herself, knowing she couldn't touch him. She had to get him ice, and fast, but she couldn't leave him here! She had to stabilize him, but how?!
The roar of the ocean answered her, along with every memory of geology she'd ever had, and she acted before she had thought things out clearly. Alex lunged towards her charge, trying to grab his arms first. The searing pain made her yank away before she even had a grip, the skin of her palms completely stripped. Undeterred, she reached up and grabbed his two curved horns, mindful not to touch the central one, using all her strength and motion to throw them both into the oncoming crest of ocean water.
Zul screamed. It was the most god-awful, soul-piercing sound the woman had ever heard. Even as he thrashed and tried to pull away, she would not relent, ignoring the blisters that were forming on her hands and the heat that licked up her arms. "Hang on Zul!" she cried out over the painful shrieks, her voice beginning to fall into a heart-felt sob, "Oh god don't give up Zul, please god hang on!" The Italian closed her eyes against the geyser of steam that stung them, her grip hard and furiously unyielding as the ocean bathed them both in cold, salty blankets. The water boiled around Zul; she could feel it splash against her as fresh licks of steam continued to combat with the water. It felt like eternity that she had to listen to her charge scream and roar with pain, her hands slick with water and blood. Still, she held on, not caring what happened to her; she would take all the scars in the world to fix her Zul.
Eventually, the violent thrashing came to a halt, and she no longer heard the Frei's voice. Alex opened her eyes, shaking violently at the sight spread before her; Zul was unmoving and slick with sweat and sea water, albeit whole as if he'd never been harmed at all. The only difference was that he was in the center of a littoral cone, nestled against the pocked crater that even the ocean water would not yet touch, the waves still hissing as they drew over the heated sand. The woman scrambled to gather the Frei into her arms, ignoring the intense heat that she felt from him. Alex held her breath and went perfectly still until she was certain he was breathing.
She picked the demon up, completely weightless, and ran back towards the house. After she got him some ice, she would stabilize him and take him to Kyou. The virus was officially beyond her ability to save him from. |
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 10:40 pm
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Alex's Cellphone
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Click.
"ALEX?! Alex, oh god, Alex, please tell me this isn't your voicemail!"
Isi? *the sound of something clicking is audible in the background* Isi, is that you?
Isi's voice breaks with relief, his panting warped by the microphone of the phone.
"Oh, thank heavens! Alex! It's you!"
There's another soft bit of racket in the background followed by a low murmur, to which Alex's voice returns it with an indistinct word.
Yes, it's--Isi are you okay? What's wrong?
"Alex! You have to come over NOW! I'm stuck! Eiry's gone mad, absolutely ******** OUT of his mind! I'm stuck in the ceiling! I can't get out!"
In the background, very faint, a haunting voice echoes.
"But he had found all in vain. ALL IN VAIN, because Death in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him and enveloped the victim."
"SHUT UP, EIRY!! MNngh...Alex, you have come over..."
...the CEILING? Ohmy--I'm coming over right /now/ Isi! Do you want to stay on the phone with me?
*There's rustling in the background, a small groan of protest as a louder clatter follows; shuffling can also be heard as the woman moves through her house.*
"Aphi's not answering his phone, I left him a message. Yeah, can you stay on the line? My head's beginning to hurt and I'm getting really dizzy. God, DAMNIT, EIRY! SHUT THE ******** UP!"
"And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage."
"I don't know how much more of this crap, I can take. Eiry's smiling. He won't stop smiling! Every way I look, if I blink, or if I turn my head, he's there, somehow there, and SMILING! I can't ******** take it!"
Isi, I--I don't know if Aphi told you, but...ah. This is difficult.
*The sound of her keys being jangled can be heard.*
When I came to your house, the day Aphi asked me to move in? I'd just come from the Lab.
*A long pause is here. Long enough to hear the sounds of nightlife outside and two doors shutting. The truck revs to life.*
Something really bad happened, I'll spare you the details, but Laz came in contact with a virus and was very...ill. We didn't know it at the time, but all the Raevans present were exposed to a virus. Zul was there, and...that day, he...infected Rivener, who probably infected Eiry...
*A sorrowful, ashamed sigh escaped from her through the receiver.*
I'm sorry Isi. This is my fault. I'm coming.
"WHAT?! You're telling me, he's sick?! Zul and Rivener...they got Eiry sick with a virus?!
"Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder, every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! -- do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst!"
"Well, he's going ******** PSYCHO over here, Alex!"
Yes. As far as I can tell, it spreads through touch. The symptoms thus far are a lack of ability to control their powers, some sense of...of lacking self and other minor things that I haven't documented yet.
*Takes a sharp breath, a faint, hollow clicking heard.*
I'm /so/ sorry Isi! I'm coming, I...out of the /ceiling/, damn...!
"Eiry, get away from me...I said, get AWAY! Alex? Lack of...Well, he...EIRY, I said GET AWAY!"
"But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears."
"Well, is there a cure?! Is there something we can do? Something?! Anything? I can't catch Eiry, Alex, I-"
Louder now.
"No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON."
"AAH! EIRY, NO!"
There is the sound of air rushing by, a loud bang and a clatter. The phone has fallen, or was it thrown? Isi's voice is farther away now.
"ALEX! HURRY! HELP! EIRY STOP! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME! STOP SMILING! JUST STOP IT! STOP SMILING!"
Then another voice cradles close to the receiver, the voice of Eiry.
"I talked more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased.
"ALEX! ALEX!!"
"O God! what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --"
Isi! ISIK-- ... .../Eiry/? Honey is that...?
"LOUDER! LOUDER! LOUDER! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! HAHAHAHAHA!! AHHHHHAHAHAHA!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AUUUGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Click.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 12:10 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 6:49 pm
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