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 Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 7:57 pm
Quote: DIVISION TRANSFER REQUESTName: Chelsea Aaron Craft Age: 19 Gender: Female Current Division: Sun Requested Division: Death Reason:
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 12:21 am
Festering Sore
For a while now she's been a toxin, poisoning the air around her with a tinge of irregularity. It didn't really have a beginning or an end, just the distinct feeling that something, somewhere within her, was off.
Contrary to popular belief, Chel had thoughts bouncing around in her head. She's recognized this supposed discomfort, and acknowledged it enough to analyze it. It's less a sense that something she's doing is wrong, but that she's doing the right thing in the wrong way. She talks to people creatively, but it's wasted on hands that want to crush. She moves through crowds comfortably, but she's supposed to clear a path.
It festers like a sore and it aches at her side, but not unpleasantly. It's changing her and she knows it, but she let's the feeling carry her until she's comfortable enough to approach it and lay her hands on the surface.
She makes friends with it and realizes that it's something she's always felt; killing isn't her purpose anymore. She isn't the maelstrom of anger she once was upon arriving to Deus Ex Machina. She's found her cousin. She's found friendships that hold up. She's found love. The ball of twine in her stomach's been unwinding from some time now, and now she has all these strings that connect and tighten and hold. She's made a network and when her hands ball into fists it's because she's fighting an enemy that means something. The fight is no longer a scream into the void, it's a blazing trail that has purpose, direction, meaning.
It doesn't have a name, and she's not sure it's a feeling you can label. But the closest thing she can ascribe to it is that change is coming. She's not sure how, but she's ready for it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 8:31 pm
Approval
When Chris let himself into Chel's room, it was with an ease that belied his real panic. He knew the twitter message had said it wasn't about him, but he couldn't help but feel anxious. If he knew anything about Chel it was that she would absolutely trick him like this.
He perched on a stool and kicked his feet nervously, jumping every time he though he heard the door.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 8:39 pm
Approval
Chel arrived, like she said, in about ten minutes. Giving Chris a key had proven incredibly time efficient and considering she couldn't be bothered to dig it out for herself most of the time, she was pleased to find her door was open when she came home.
Chris got a bright smile as she found him in the room. At least he wasn't a coward. "Sup family unit?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 8:50 pm
Approval
Could Chris have shrunken and disappeared, he probably would have. Instead he just averted his eyes, not willing to look what he suspected was fake sunshine-y attitude in the face.
"Uh, not much. The ush, I guess. Dumb duties and s**t. How'd the mission go?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 8:58 pm
Approval
Chel threw herself on her amazingly nineties bean bag chair, sitting opposite to Chris' couched self. "It was bomb. We found a baby version of Jack and Jack killed two horsemen." She paused for a moment and then added, "The real one, not the baby." Children could not kill horsemen.
This was what she assumed to be an apt description so she moved on. "But we ain't here to talk Jack, as pretty as he is." She kicked her feet onto the edge of the couch. "Spill about your s**t or you're not getting your present and-" She wiggled a finger knowing that a present wouldn't have loosened Chris' lips on it's own. "Dawson won't get his neither."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 9:35 pm
Approval
Chris picked at a loose thread and huffed a laugh. "I bet a baby Jack could still kill a horseman or two." Not that he could really imagine a baby Jack. Was he round-faced? Did impossibly wide child eyes make him look like less of an a*****e?
Was it wrong to think of a child as an a*****e?
He opened his mouth to snark back about his own present, but snapped it shut at mention of Dawson's. He couldn't deny Daws presents. "I dunno. I haven't been sleeping, I guess, so he made me get sleeping pills. I kind of flipped out on him maybe a little. He was mostly okay."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 9:40 pm
Approval
Chel got a look in her eyes that she was adopting from Jack.
"And?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 9:42 pm
Approval
"And. Sleeping pills. I don't know," He sighed. "I'm going to need a script, Chels, because I really don't know what I'm supposed to say."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 9:45 pm
Approval
Chel leaned on the side of the chair-lump, putting her knuckles on her cheek and looking at him sideways. "Why you workin' so hard? C's get degrees man."
She had a talent for watching people carefully without really looking at them at all. She kept her third eye on his body language, his tone. Chris was never hard for her to read, but it was a conversation that required reading at all.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 9:49 pm
Approval
He scratched at his jaw, he fidgeted. He made it clear he'd rather be anywhere but here answering these questions.
How many people would he have to admit this to before they'd leave him alone?
"I'm tired of feeling ******** weak. I don't want to worry about if I can get the job done, or if I'm going to be able to defend myself, let alone someone else." He could bluff with the rest of them - I'm a great Moon - but that didn't make it feel true. "So I increased my routines a bit."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 9:55 pm
Approval
Chel usually relented when people displayed such fidgets (she'd never been one for torture) but Chris was different, always set apart from others.
"I get you," she surprisingly agreed. She knew the desire to grow stronger was one that ate your entire being when it arrived. Chel had a hard time with the conversation too, because it wasn't entirely one-sided. "Big buff cousin ain't a bad thing to have."
She reached across the couch distance to flick him in the arm. "But a sleep-deprived, dyin' one ain't. 'Sides there's other s**t you gotta do to be prepared beyond havin' a sick as ******** body." Chel funneled his desires elsewhere. "Like how many runics you authorized for bro?" Her tone implied challenge, almost mocking. "And how many Halloweeners you actually learn about? Get in their head and s**t?"
With a long sigh she crossed her arms to end her miniature rant. "I s'pose you need all those muscles to compensate for your tiny a** brain though."
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2015 12:07 am
Demands
"I just want information on-"
"No."
"C'mon please?"
"Yes, you've solved it. We open the archives to anyone who says please. How did you know our secret?"
Irritated faces stare at her. She knew it was a longshot to ask for something so highly classified, but she'd tried spinning it three different ways to three different people. Information of horsemen seen around a specific GPS UTM coordinate (why do you need that information? Who cares? This conversation is done). She didn't know the sequence of numbers, but it was crumpled in a ball of a paper in her pocket, and she'd take it out and show if they'd ever let her get that far. It never got that far.
It was frustrating hitting so many walls for something she knew she could do well. Something she knew she could put all of her effort into wholeheartedly, because it was without remorse. It had direction and she could provide the propulsion. For once she actually gave a s**t about a project.
This wouldn't do.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 8:15 pm
Approval
He narrowed his eyes, clearly not quite willing to believe how readily she agreed.
For good reason.
He flinched away from the flick, hissing and rubbing his arm. "I don't know, like, three? And I don't do that s**t. That ain't my job. I save dumb suns like you, which means I gotta be a big buff cousin. I'm prepping myself for what I'm supposed to do."
"You said this wasn't about me you liar who lies."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 8:22 pm
Approval
"But sometimes you get sent on missions to capture s**t. Sometimes you need a chain length to pull someone up off a cliffside." It was actually advice for herself too, as she thought hazily of China. But this was about Chris.
The reference to her being a sun got a slight look out of her, but one that was unreadable. She picked at her teeth somewhat lazily. "F'you die from bein' a dipshit musclehead can I have yer stuff?"
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