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| Topic Started: Mon Feb 8, 2010 9:06 pm (73 Views) | |
| Kara | Mon Feb 8, 2010 9:06 pm Post #1 |
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Hands were held out in front of her, palms out, as if to push against something. An absent look had fallen over her face as she stared straight ahead. Before here, was the ruined city of Taras. Slowly, her eyes widened, as if shocked. Her mouth opened, and she whispered something, but no words were heard. And then she tried again to speak. "Wrong... wrong..." She whispered. She dropped one arm down, and lifted her other hand to her face, a finger touching her lips. "Wrong. This is wrong. This is all wrong." She continued to stare at the ruins that rolled on forever in front of her. She moved down the once road that had led into the city, her bare foot touching the cold ground. It was evening, beginning to darken, and it was winter out. But today it wasn't that cold. She had left her things back, and surprisingly, had even thought to hide them from thieves, though it wasn't certain that she'd be able to remember that. She continued to walk, as if in a trance, down that road, dodging large piles of debris, until it was getting even darker. Here, the stars didn't shine. The sky was filled with dark clouds that retold the story of what happened here before, when the smoke had filled the sky. Suddenly, Kara came to a halt, and she whipped around, eyes glaring at the empty air around her. "You! What are you doing here! I told you not to follow me! Your not supposed to break promises!" She pouted. She folded her arms over her chest, and stuck her head up. "Yes! I did mean it when I told you to go away. Now shoo!" She said stubbornly, refusing to look at the one spot where the person stood. Though, to others, there was really nothing there, just a figment of her active imagination. "You're still not gone. Why not!?" Her voice raised, nearly yelling as she stared at the spot where nothing was. She lifted her hands to her head and clenched her hair, getting frustrated by this. He wouldn't go away, he wouldn't leave her alone. She sighed. "Fine. Don't go. But don't talk to me, 'kay?" Kara said before she turned around again and started down the road again, seeming in a more happier mood, it had changed so quickly, there was even a little jump to her walk. It wasn't long before she slowed her pace, and a giggle fell from her lips. She twirled in a circle, opening her arms wide. She leaned her head back, and looked up at the clouded sky, a wide smile over her face. "Dance with me!" She called to the imaginary person she saw, and reached her arms towards it, the fact that in her eyes it looked nothing more then a shadow person. She looked a little sad when the shadow didn't join her, so instead danced by herself, moving oddly gracefully around, and twirling. "Wait..." She stopped, eyes widening again. "No! No, no, no!" She screamed. She crouched down, putting her head in her arms, her body shaking. "Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong..." |
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| Edward A. Wolfram | Mon Apr 19, 2010 4:43 pm Post #2 |
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Wolfram felt a sick sort of enjoyment out of coming to this place; a tingle at the back of his spine. Everything was in ruins, the colours all drab if not streaked in the endless agressor of red, and large creatures roamed about scavenging for food beneath fallen walls and through waist-height mud. There were very few dead bodies still remaining from that fateful attack; most of them had been picked clean by crows and then sucked into the thick brown muck acting as lake wherever there was a lack of concrete road. Though he'd yet to test it, the random carcasses mostly submerged seemed to imply it was something of a quick sand, and getting out would be a hassle. It was beautiful. Death was beautiful, just as much as life. The stillness at least held sincerity, and though a dark atmosphere it was no less different, incredible, entrancing to stare upon. Wolfram did not come here often, often sending his servant to scavenge in these kinds of places; but with spring on the horizons it seemed a grand time to get outside and stretch his legs. The blond passed dead mercenaries and ignorant rats all with the same passing interest and smile, eyes always on the lookout for supplies. He would have to visit the refugee camp later in the week; see how this event had painted those people. "No! No, no no!" An elegant eyebrow rose at the sound of a woman shouting. Had someone mistakenly stepped into the glup trying to swallow the horrors of this place? Well, no reason to let someone die if he could help them. Wolfram walked a little briskly towards where the sounds had come from, not wanting to lose his footing or step upon a loose piece of concrete and plummet into some twisted sewage system below (assuming it had one; who knew in these sorts of places). Eventually he came upon a woman; but it was not in the least what he had expected. Hesitaning only briefly, the blond tried to decide if it was some form of trap. Then he pressed on, moving towards her slowly with his hands raised. "Miss... are you alright?" |
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