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Post by corinne on Sept 1, 2011 22:03:57 GMT -5
Being back in Windsor was almost a relief, in a sense. Compared to London, it was nice and quiet. London itself had the same case of Capital Syndrome that affected Paris, Rome, Tokyo, and countless other places across the world- it had fallen victim to modern society, and become complicated and just outright unwelcoming. Windsor, on the other hand, kept the same rustic, classical charm that it probably had centuries before Corinne had even been alive.
For once, she could honestly say she was just there to see the sites. Having a goal in mind was hardly ever a bad thing, but the sensation always put Corinne under pressure- just being able to walk the streets was like a holiday. It was almost as if she was better off doing this her entire life. That would be nice... she thought. It'd probably be for the best to stop looking for so much and just learn some spells that are more profitable than... she flicked some water out of her canteen, manipulating it into the air and flourishing it in circles before holding it in place. ...this.
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Post by sergiy on Sept 2, 2011 15:28:38 GMT -5
Sergiy seemed, to be lost and of lost of words. As he walked the streets. It seemed as he was a stranger to England, which was not strange seeing as he was not part of London, but had warehouses around, for certain measures. He had worn, Black baggy pants, black shirt, black boxers, black, running shoes, long hooded hoodie, hand gun was on his right side of his leg, he had a bag pack, inside the back pack he had a sword.
As he had walked her seemed to have been rather an annoyed jack pot. Parathion over took him like a jack rabbit., He didn't seem to be safe in front of these people to be honest, seeing as what he was. Of course. He seemed to be rather an un please day for him, ad he felt unnerved a wary. As he walked down the street he might have cared to buy a drink near a local stall, but did not, and resumed his walking.
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Post by corinne on Sept 2, 2011 15:37:23 GMT -5
Turning a corner, quite a few new people came into view. There weren't many, and most of them seemed to be dressed in black coincidentally; few of them were actually walking together as a group. Corinne looked up at a stone-walled structure behind her. It was nowhere near the castle, but seemed to be a bridge of sorts. It actually reminded her a lot of a bridge in a book she found at the library back in Boston. With the sky overhead and the general mystique of the bridge, she was reminded of a British war song in the same book. She could scarcely remember the words at first, but they came to her as she sang quietly to herself. "Here's forty shillings on the drum
For those who'll volunteer to come
To 'list and fight the foe today,
Over the Hills and far away. |
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Post by sergiy on Sept 2, 2011 15:47:48 GMT -5
Sergiy seemed, to be bewilder, and wary. very he looked at the sky overheard. And it bothered him, ever since he triggered the bloody curse because he mistakenly killed someone, this was a pain in the butt. As he moved along, he happened to be heading off road, and into the Woods. he stopped, and looked around speaking."Why am I even hiding? I'm a freak, no one loves me any more, I had to leave school because I nearly killed someone twice."He said to himself slowly. With that said, he went back, into the road, and made his way towards the Bridge, for a relaxing view of the river, and after he did that it was back to the hotel, food, and bed.
As he reached the bridge, he looked around nervousness. And then slowly. Got close to the real, and then slowly, leaned his hand over it looking at the sea slowly, gulping his own split and saliva, into his throat. As people passed they would notice, the man was being very spuriously, but kept to himself.
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Post by corinne on Sept 2, 2011 15:56:31 GMT -5
Her singing grew a bit louder for a moment when she was confident that no one was listening. Becoming immersed in the song, she carreid on without a second thought. O'er the hills and o'er the main,
Through Flanders, Portugal, and Spain,
King George commands and we obey,
Over the hills and far away! It wasn't until she was hitting high notes that she realized someone was getting close. Not wanting other people to hear her under-practiced singing voice, she panicked into a full stop. Seeing a short-haired gentleman coming by quickly, she decided to turn the subject away from anything he may or may not have heard as fast as she could. "Hey!" She opened, with a warm smile. She noticed a few weapons on his person, but didn't pay them any mind. He could have been a collector, and if he wasn't, she still didn't have much to be afraid of. |
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Post by sergiy on Sept 2, 2011 16:09:21 GMT -5
Emotion took over him like a broken, machine hacking the code of the Motherboard."Why, do you approach someone, with a dark past. Within sadden hopes of living, My life is ruined, I feel I want to jump into the Ocean and simply just die, but something telling me I would be good use if I was living and have friends."He said slowly, yet quietly, enough for only himself, and herself can hear. She had encouraged him to think of choices more often, this bloody stranger was something else, or it might be the fact that he barely talks to anyone what's so bloody ever, so it was no point in turning back. He sighed slowly, and simply in return, he turned to her, and spoke."Let, me start again, Evening Darling."He said rather gently and more calmly then he had last time.Which was an understatement, and an improvement.
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Post by corinne on Sept 2, 2011 16:16:53 GMT -5
So I say hello... and he just decides to tell me he wants to kill himself, Corinne rationalized. Isn't that just wonderful? She shrugged, making sure not to sigh. If nothing else, she had an excellent poker face, and was able to cover any secondary emotions she may have had at the time with a soft, sympathetic expression. "...Evening, Sir," she responded, trying not to start any trouble.
The wondered what he would have to say after something like that. She took a sip of water from her canteen, but she wasn't thirsty. In reality, she was only doing it for the sake of having the water on hand to defend herself. If someone didn't value their own life, what were the odds that they valued Corinne's? A complete stranger was an easy target for anger, especially during particularly stressful times in someone's life.
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Post by sergiy on Sept 2, 2011 16:28:56 GMT -5
Sergiy eyed, her and spoke."All my life I thought, I can do whatever, buy my way out of everything with greed money and corruption. Until that day, happened. That my entire life changed."He said coldly, in a rough calm voice. He sighed, and begun to speak."Anyways, My name is Sergiy, and you are?"He asked her slowly, with a bit of hinted sacstism in his voice like he cared. He sighed and nodded, before looking his way towards the misty water, it was so clear, yet so wonderful."Ever wonder how it would feel, or be when you had everything and lost, everything, after on day changing your entire human life? Of course not, Mortal you wouldn't understand, what's it like for me, being around my own people, getting glares from humans, which I am myself, getting picked up, and hoping my rage does not kill someone of over hinted, humor, and entertainment. It's hard to control this. I feel useless a lost puppy, getting chained and beaten by it's own."He said sadly, yet calmly.
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Post by corinne on Sept 2, 2011 16:44:03 GMT -5
Even though she didn't let it show, she was growing somewhat bothered by the man. He had given her his name, but his behavior earned him an alias back. "I'm Ashley, by the way." She didn't scowl at him, but she didn't smile, either. At this point, she was only holding up the conversation because he had hit a keyword for her.
Mortal. That's what he saw her as; just an ordinary human being- and if he said it so bluntly, there was a chance he wasn't one himself. Now, there was still a good chance that he was insane, but with the growing reports of supernatural sightings around the world and Corinne's own abilities, she wasn't quick to doubt. "Don't be so quick to judge people you've barely met," she countered. "If you've been through what you have, how do you know you're the only one?"
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Post by sergiy on Sept 2, 2011 16:53:17 GMT -5
He clutched his fists, and slammed them on the rail."Do you really think I enjoy being who I am? I BLOODDY HATE!!! And I got that when I killed a Human, and this bloody Curse was Trigger, I ran as far as I can, from my home, I have enough money to buy anything or maybe not. Woman, if there was people like me out there, they was had committed Suicide by now. I wonder why I haven'. Maybe I am fighting the urge to control this abilities. I feel so helpless and lonely."He sighed, his voice went from, pissed, to angry, to calm, to sad, to distressed. A tear ran from the man left eye, into his eyes. And he spoke."Why, of all people, am I cursed into a Werewolf, and can't be normal, Like every other human being."HE told her, He lost contract with reality, as he nearly told her everything about himself.
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Post by corinne on Sept 2, 2011 16:59:17 GMT -5
She took a step back after his display of anger. Other people were starting to look, but she was starting to get angry herself. It was almost like he was ignoring her and saying whatever he wanted. Corinne knew she couldn't afford to start anything on the spot- there were too many people watching. Instead, she tried something more tactful. "...Well, if you're going to snap at me that way, I don't know what I can do about it." With that, she stormed off into a remote alley.
She thought of walking away as a brilliant move. If he gave up the way most people did when someone walked off on them, he wouldn't be Corinne's problem anymore. In the event that he persisted, she lifted the handle her golden Beretta out of her purse discreetly and made it accessible on a pull. With that in mind, she could take care of him the mundane way if he continued his tirade.
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Post by sergiy on Sept 3, 2011 8:11:50 GMT -5
He simply shook his head, at her misunderstanding. And just allowed her to leave with him being lost in his own set of mind. As he resumed looking at the ocean with his eyes. He had no dear reason to follow her, nor did he wish to. None the less the evening begun to darken, into a dark, Dusk was within at least two hours away from the sun's setting, and this bothered him the most,m Either way. He stayed where he was and resumed his boredom annoyed reasoning, talking to himself. Or thinking, yet nothing seemed to be the right thing for him, which was a rather understatement.
He sighed calmly, before he spoke to himself yet again."I wish I had help controlling these someone, or something."He said calmly, but slowly, so only he can or may make out the words he had spoken about himself.
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Post by corinne on Sept 3, 2011 12:01:52 GMT -5
With that man out of the way, she carried on walking. No matter how set she was on the path she was following, she couldn't get the frustration of the incident out of her head. Thinking she was clear for the time being, she started singing again, but the leftover tension urged her to cut to a more somber verse. "If I should fall to rise no more
as many comrades did before,
then ask the fifes and drums to play
over the hills and far away." Mortal. Control. The disjointed words the man had tried to piece together didn't make sense to her, but they had a way of being... individually pertinent. Her thoughts began to stray into the supernatural, again; Arcanism and Serenism in particular. She was slowly starting to realize that Arcanism was part of what made the world so aggravating; in an open, Serenist environment, she could have just asked the man whatever she liked with no consequences, but what was she to do now? That's an easy one, she thought. I'm just going to go for it. |
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Post by sergiy on Sept 3, 2011 14:30:18 GMT -5
Sithis eyed the ground and sighed, being annoyed and pissed off he would have renamed on the bridge until day had been sprung of it's underneath roots, and the sun shrine. He was sleepy, but he wasn't tired at all, He rarely ever slept anymore. He would only do one thing, look at the river while time passed. And simply, just was bored and had nothing to do, he hoped that female, had came back, so he can say his sorry, he felt bad for talking to her like that. Was her name, Alexis, or Elyssa, he already forgot the name she told him. Which was not, a superintendent, seeing as he hasn't slept the whole day. And was rather bored staring at one thing, bloody hell all the wonders of the world, could not exclaim his lack of socialism, and boredom, that departed his veins.
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