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 Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 9:19 pm
The kitchen would have been the easiest place to go, she always went there for everything good and bad, but not this time.
Not this time.
Instead she took a route to the sea, the open waters crashing and rolling as the tide decided to move itself out. Overhead some seagulls were flying, their cries mixing in with the sounds of the turf, and the redhead took her shoes off before stepping onto the sand. Her pace seemed even, she seemed so calm, and her steps carried her without trouble to the waterline.
Instead of talking the entire trip she'd been silent, perhaps lost in her own thoughts, but it was hard to tell. Her mind was empty, Rue had retreated so far back there was no sound once more, and as she gazed out at the horizon she stayed just as quiet. There was only gross blue meeting a clouded gray-blue, and nothing beyond. The redhead turned to look at Wilson, knowing he'd followed, and for the briefest of a moment she smiled. Then her face went back to emotionless, her eye went back to looking at the sea. The breezes that came on the tides rustled about her body and clothing, blowing her hair about her frame as well.
What should she say at a time like this?
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 9:35 pm
The sea would always be a peculiar sight for Wilson. He had lived most of his life smack dab in the middle of Wisconsin. He hadn’t lived near a beach; they were always a rare treat for him as a child. The green goggles were on his head now, hovering near his eyes as he raised his head to the cloudy sky. The loud squawks of seagulls sounded so far to the death hunter. They were far, far away in another place. His boots sunk into the sand. While the lanky man tried to stubbornly tread through, he abandoned the notion. Sighing, he bent down to yank off his shoes and roll up the bottoms of his pants.
A rolling breeze carried the salty ocean to his mouth, and only now did he seem to register their actual location. Ofie had led them to the beach. Wilson opened his mouth to comment on the weather, but silence fell out. He pressed his lips together into a weak smile before he followed her gaze. He felt tempted to dip his feet into the freezing waters, but he remained rooted to his spot. The hunter swallowed the lump in his throat. “Thanks,” he stuttered out as he glanced at Ofie. “Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it.”
“I…” A pause. “I’ll fix the report and make sure it’s right. I promise.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 9:47 pm
"Ya don't have ta." Ofelia was speaking slowly, her gaze not even turning to look at Wilson. Instead she watched birds land out on the water, their diving either to get fish or to just get themselves wet. A few were swimming, squawking, and then one vanished. Then another, and the water turned red. A shark, perhaps? Diving down to swim at see? It was weird, it didn't matter, but she still just watched and spoke. "Ah'm not scared'a dyin'."
Once again she didn't look, didn't look at all.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 10:14 pm
He examined her, scrutinizing her profile as she kept looking toward the water. Eventually, Wilson watched the waves dribble in and out, sometimes leaving behind tiny bits of shells or driftwood. “Are you sure about that?” he wondered, smiling dryly. “I would be too, but I also wouldn’t regret my choice at all.”
“All of the big choices I’ve made until now I don’t regret.” He sighed. “Would I make them again? I don’t know.” Wilson grasped for thin air. If only there was something to keep his hands preoccupied. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. “Should I say something more forgiving to put down in your observations?” A thin smile.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 10:28 pm
Ofelia just looked out at sea as they both spoke, watching a few of the birds who had vanished come back up. So it must have been diving after all, an adventure under the dark waters for them, and she wondered what all they'd seen before coming back up. "Ah'm sure. Ah've....kinda come ta terms wit' lots'a things here."
Like being alone.
Like being crazy.
Like wondering if someone had been wanting to take her place if that was happening to her. If Before was there, would he have? She wouldn't want to live without him though, he was precious, but. . . was that why she'd done it for Wilson?
Maybe it was just in her blood to stand up for causes no one would swap with her for.
Ofelia sort of caught the movement of Wilson's hands from the corner of her eye, he was thankfully standing where she could see him, and the teen held hers out to him in an offering to take it. It wouldn't stop the nerves, the unease, but sometimes holding hands was enough.
"Ah'm glad ya dun regret anythin', cause if ya did Ah'd abandon ya now, leave ya ta die. The only way ta live yer life is ta do it wit'out regrets." She thought back to the day, the mission. "Ah followed orders an' helped attack one'a mah best friends. Ah dun regret any'a it an' still wouldn' even if he never came back from the dead." He had though which almost made that a moot worry. "An' no, Ah dun really care whatcha have ta say. Ah'm gonna write whatever saves yer life, ya know that."
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 11:14 pm
“Have you?” He sounded thoughtful, curious. “Like what?” Wilson stopped a beat then added, “If you don’t want to say, that’s okay. I don’t want to pry if you’d rather not.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “A little harsh, don’t you think?” What little amusement had crept onto his face disappeared. “I don’t know if I could do that.” Orders were orders. Caelius was a superior, experienced, but so cold and cruel all the same. Logic told him that sometimes were gone past the point of no return, but how could he have known? How could he know? If there was the slightest chance of bringing them back…Wilson shook his head. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m too nice.” He cracked another wry smile as the echoes of past friends rang in his ears. “I am too nice, aren’t I? Too nice.” He murmured the last bit to himself. Someday, that kindness would break or it would break him. He knew it deep down inside.
Wilson looked over at Ofie’s outstretched hand. Hesitantly, he grasped it. His hold was gentle at first, but gradually grew tighter and tighter, and tighter still. “I hope you’re good at BSing.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 8:07 pm
"Where Ah stand, mostly. Wit' our leaders, wit' one another. Wit' mahself." Ofelia could feel his hand on hers as he finally took it, the silence she kept was waiting for him to reach out for her, and the pressure he was giving made her honestly hope he couldn't feel how bad she was shaking. Her whole body seemed to be trembling even if she was just standing still
"An' no, yer not too nice. Yer actually. . . really cruel." There was a pause, like she was just waiting for those words to sink in. Ofelia hadn't hesitated to say them and she kept her gaze forward so Wilson couldn't see her face. "If ya were nice, any nice at all - ya wouldn'a tried ta save her." The same harsh tone as back in the room with the words about just not wanting to die, not caring who it was that bowed in one's place. Ofelia's voice was her own though, there wasn't a difference to it, but there seemed to be some shaking as if it were fighting off something. "If ya were nice, if ya really cared fer her as anythin', ya'd have taken a weapon ta Ceres an' put her down instead'a lettin' that creature do it fer ya."
Her grip tightened. "S'why....Ah think Ah was glad when Ah turned against Bix. Ah know As was followin' orders, Ah can and will gladly use that excuse ta mah grave, but part of me hated seein' him like that." It was an image that still haunted the back of her eye as she went to sleep even though she had long since seen Bix human again. "Ah'm a Sun Hunter - a broken one but still a Sun Hunter. Ah'll probably follow orders even if those orders lead me straight ta mah death. Ah think yer able ta follow those kind of orders too, if ya really wanted. It's not a matter of yerself, yer feelin' - it's a matter'a what happens ta everyone else. Like Caelius said, when he. . .sent those two away."
The redhead pointed out at the ocean, at the birds who were diving. "See them? They're small, nothin' compared ta the rest'a the ocean, but they're causin' ripples in the waves. They're causin' things ta change by their choices even if we dun notice it. Somethin' below notices though, cause look." She kept pointing just in time to watch a shark leap from the water and snatch one of the birds, its white body quickly turning crimson as teeth tore it apart. "Its choice ta be on the water got it killed."
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 9:34 pm
“That’s not good.” The minor trembling didn’t go unnoticed, but Wilson chose not to react to it anyways. The fact that he wasn’t shaking too pleasantly surprised him.
He almost sounded meek when he repeated the word. “Cruel.” His free hand moved on its own; slender fingers wrapped around his goggles and pulled it over his eyes. The world turned a comforting green. It was a light shade of green, almost happy, if it wasn’t for the fact that the island was often dark and cloudy. Everything turned a darker, but green was a relaxing color. Wilson was a death hunter. He was supposed to notice things. Maybe he would have noticed the coldness returning to her voice, but he could only cling onto the meaning behind Ofie’s words. Cruel. It echoed continuously, spun around in his head and clung to his thoughts like a parasite. “Perhaps. Perhaps…”
The hunter kept one hand over an eye so he could stare at the green ocean with one pupil. “Different divisions have different systems, I think,” he mused slowly. “People in sun and moon they are on the frontlines. They don’t last long; it’s merely the nature of their jobs. Mists are jack-of-all-trades, flexible. Lifes are innovative, experimenting. Deaths are on their own.” He cocked his head. “It’s merely how Caelius works. You don’t get help. Sink or swim. Live or die. There is little room for mistakes. Death is not compassionate.” A wry smile as he glanced at the redhead. “The big picture doesn’t erase the finer details. Did they want to fight to still live? Did they retain their humanity, deep inside? Was there another way?”
Wilson moved his hand to stare at the birds bobbing above the waves. For a while he didn’t say anything. “Some choices are not as free as they appear.” He paused to gather his thoughts. “Some actions are made by instinct, by nature.” Another pause before he jumped to something else. “What kind of waves have you seen?” he wondered as he watched the red disappear into the foamy waters. “Different waves and different choices make equally beautiful pictures. You should look them up sometime. They might surprise you.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 9:49 pm
"Bix attacked me, yanno." Ofelia's voice was soft as she responded to it all, her eye now watching where the birds came down to feast on the froth brought about by their comrade's death. Her hand stayed in Wilson's own, even as he covered his eye, and she wondered if she should do the same? It would only be covering an eye that was never there to begin with, one lost so long ago that covering it wouldn't change her point of view, but just. . .to try it she did it anyway. All that changed was the feeling of her hand on her face, the warmth of her forehead so startling against the coldness of her fingertips.
There was no time to wax poetry, no time really to argue. Ofelia wanted to save his life more than her own, meaning she could easily not write a report and just have herself handed over to the chopping block. Part of her wanted it, perhaps it was the Rue in her mind and her blood screaming for it, but knowing where she stood was keeping her grounded. Wilson's hand in her own was keeping her grounded. "Tell me what happened. Tell me everythin' 'bout that, why ya disobeyed orders an' attacked yer own ta defend yer own? Someone like me. . .who can only follows orders...jus' .. . .there's no understandin' fer me. Ah'm not a wave, nor will Ah ever be. Ah'm a bird causin' ripples." Her hand stayed on her face over an eye patch that blacked out the world for an already darkened light.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 4:31 pm
“There was still a ‘choice.’ There will always be a ‘choice,” he answered back quietly. His grip on her hand loosened, but it still remained firm. Wilson smiled softly. “Yes, we should probably get to writing that report, huh? Let’s see.”
With his free hand, he pulled his goggles down. “I hope you don’t mind if I summarize things from the beginning. We were ordered to investigate the Haunted House, but instead we were stuck wandering around the mist. Sometimes I would see the house. It was….different. Perhaps because of the Insanity. My group kept wandering around, but sometimes we were attacked by monsters affected by Insanity. They looked like students. After a while, I found base camp, which had set up a portal, but then something dragged me into it and I was in even more fog. I was in the Haunted House this time, and I wandered around. Sometimes the fog would show me things. People made from the fog, some I knew and some I didn’t. I found a door and I went down the stairs, but again I found more fog. I saw horsemen and students. Some other Halloween creatures came, then a massive creature. Mysterious hunters appeared and then a few of our own turned into monsters.” Wilson stopped, knowing what kind of things he would have to say next. He needed to mull them over, make sure they were right. “We were ordered to kill and I didn’t because there was a level of uncertainty about the situation. If beyond the shadow of a doubt they couldn’t come back, I would’ve followed. But it wasn’t, so I didn’t. I defended one of them, and somehow a psychic link was created between and the other hunters defending. Things became weird after that. I didn’t quite feel like myself. I should have followed orders. Next time I will.” Hopefully.
He stopped to let Ofie take in everything. As the wind continued to blow, he said, “Maybe you’re a bird, or maybe you just think you’re a bird.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 10:21 pm
Ofelia listened as Wilson talked, her hand still staying in his the entire time, and when he tried to loosen it her fingers only shifted so both hers and his were interlocked. She didn't want him to try and leave her, not like this, and with their hands so tight together there was no more mistaking just how much she was shaking. Her whole body was practically vibrating despite how much the sand seemed to be insulating her movements. He talked about ideas, about why he did things, and at the end...did he sound like he wasn't sure if he'd done the right thing after all?
Was he questioning himself because she'd called him cruel or was it because he wanted her to think he wasn't sure and therefore write the report on him differently? It didn't matter what he said - he could have told her that he didn't regret anything and that Caelius could die in a fire - she would write down whatever she could that she knew would save his life. That was still the plan - save his even if it meant her own - and that was what she'd stick to.
"When Ah was in the house, Ah was with Clover - er, Before an'...we met up wit' two Halloween kids who'd gotten lost. Ended up travelin' wit' 'em up 'til the end." Her voice was soft as she started her story, wondering just why she was still him this. She'd only told Deryk bits and pieces, mostly to put that other hunter's mind at ease, but here she was confessing her own sins. Was it so she could die with a clear mind? Maybe. "One'a the two. . .got turned inta a hunter-weapon thing. Ah. . .didn' attack it because Ah was too busy protectin'. . .the other girl. Ah stepped in front'a her an' protected her against her own kind an' against us." She paused, closing her eye(s). "Then Ah attacked Bix, helped take him down, but Ah didn' attack Ceres 'cause...Ah was too busy tryin' ta save the Halloween kids. B'for they changed again, b'for' we took 'em all down. Ahahaha, the only thing that stopped me from tryin' ta kill one of our own on orders was me breakin' orders ta defend the very creatures we're supposed ta be attackin'."
"So yeah, yer in trouble fer protectin' Ceres an' Ah saved the enemy time an' again." She laughed, it was a cackle of sadness and everything else, and Ofelia shook her head. "Ain't that a kick in the nuts." She shook her head again.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 3:27 pm
He didn’t let go. It had been a while since he had held hands like this with someone and calmly watching the scenery. It felt like months. Why, the last time had been just a bit after Em had woken up—Wilson’s grasp tightened. He mouthed the mist trainee’s name as his eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed. Emmaline Grant, where did the time go? You were back in the pods and he was already a full hunter. Would time ever move forward for you again? Wilson hummed softly.
A grin tugged on his lips at the nickname. “That’s fine,” he murmured. “Some want to harm us and others don’t. Things like that is on a case-by-case basis, although Caelius would probably beg to differ.”
“Just do what you think is right and things will work out somehow.” He spoke softly, ran a hand through his hair as he took in the salty ocean breeze again. “Do you want to go back to the dorms?”
[[ Sorry about the short, late post ahaha. orz Wanna wrap it up since the GM PRP happened? 'v'a ]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 3:38 pm
It was at this point that Ofelia had started to cry. It was silent and slow, she kept her sobs and sniffles to herself as best she could, but there was no mistaking the tears that ran down the side of her face. It always felt weird to cry since she could only weep from one eye - the other having been damaged and the trauma rendering her eye unable to shed tears - so perhaps that was why she didn't cry too often. "Ah...Ah don't wanna die. Ah've got....there's not a lot Ah've got ta live fer, an' sometimes Ah think this island would be better off...wit'out me but. . . is it wrong'a me ta still wanna live?" Her voice was giving away the fact that she was crying and as it cracked on more than a few words everything just sort of gave out.
Her knees went beneath her and she rested them in the sand, all the while still holding onto Wilson's hand. She was practically shaking with her sobs even if she tried to keep them silent, and the fear that she could be put down like a dog just seemed to circle and circle. There was no regret that Wilson would live if she died, none at all, but for the briefest moment she'd wondered if what she had done was the right thing after all.Syusaki We certainly can...in a few more posts because apparently I drag things out UNLESS WILSON WANTS TO CARRY HER INSIDE ~ I would love an after-RP as well with them maybe doing something lighthearted? More baking? OwO
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 3:05 pm
He was always looking. It came with being a deathie—Wilson was always looking at the details, his gaze would never stop. Any self-pity he felt for himself were erased as he reached over to wipe away the tears spilling down Ofie’s single eye. He didn’t ask the other hunter to stop crying because words wouldn’t magically cease the tears. Crying was cathartic, anyways.
“That’s fine,” Wilson answered quietly. “That’s what people do—we move on, struggle to live, keep going. We keep going even if we find no point because we can make our own meaning. That’s perfectly fine.” He knelt down beside her and let her continue to hold his hand. “It’s not wrong because I know at least someone would be sad to see you go.” Wilson tried to lightly tug her toward the dorms. “Come on. Let’s take you back.”
[[ Yeahhh no prob! ovo/ ]]
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 12:28 am
"Ah'm sorry.....sorry...hic..." Ofelia was hiccuping as she allowed herself to be lead back to the dorms, her overall manner looking like a child who was scolded rather than someone who'd just volunteered to take the hit for another person. Her face was red and puffy, her nose was runny, and even though Wilson had been kind enough to try and wipe away some of her tears they just kept running down her face. "Ah still wanna die fer ya Ah jus' can't stop cryin' Ah'm sorry....hic..."
She kept her hand in his as much as she could, cherishing and relishing the warmth of another human being. If this was her last chance to have her hand held at the very least she was glad it was Wilson. While he didn't make her heart pound like a few others did he at least had a special place in her mind that made her enjoy his company much more than several others. (Which meant she dared to call him friend which was probably one sided). "Yer always gonna be mah friend Wilson no matter what happens okay. Even if like mah head gets chopped off or Ah get sent ta the desert we're gonna be friends still 'cause yer mah friend." And there went the creepy, but since she was sobbing it might have sounded a little adorable.
Or a lot of creepy. At least she wasn't hysterically wailing like the time she did with Melvin on the beach, or the time in the shower after she made Before really mad at her. Lately Ofelia cried a lot, she needed to really work on not doing that so much.Syusaki we can probably end on your next post or mine, whichever <3 i guess we don't really need to file reports? idk XD;;; also sorry for slow, meta and all that < ____ <
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