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Post by angelica on Aug 14, 2008 13:50:14 GMT -6
The Sun God, Letto, shall forever be with you ![]()
[/img] ![]() [/img][/center] Not in this god forsaken place that is for sure. Dust was falling on dust and the building was falling apart. The alter has not been used in years and the wax in the candlesticks were warped from the desert heat. Holes in the roof let the red glow of the setting sun in making the golden stoned god turn orange, at least what was left of him. The dust that sat stagnant in the air put a mystical feel in the air. But no one would ever know. For no one would ever come in here. There was no point and it only brought back bad memories. The minor statues leading up to the alter had their heads marked up and laid chipped and broken at their feet. The dust was uneven on the dark metal. Little hands marked where the children had climbed. But eventually even the unruly kids stopped coming. However, a fresh pair of foot prints had disturbed the blanket on the ground. It wasn't from the main door, that was nailed shut. But from the upper floors. Upon the crown of the main statue a glass doll danced to the music of a child's music box. On the balcony near by was the puppet master. Her pink eyes gazed at the doll with its fine red dress and tight locked curls blond curls. The face was finely painted complete with makeup. It was a creation that only doll collectors would have, and would have it locked away never to be touched. But it danced with grace that no puppet could make. It looked as if it were actually human. When the music box came to a halt so did the doll in the exact position of when the last note was played. The puppet master turned to the music box that sat on the railing and twisted the key. The music started playing again. And so did the doll. [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by mabonwatanabe on Aug 14, 2008 15:43:02 GMT -6
Mabon entered the church through a window that hadn't been nailed down well. He didn't have a real reason to be here, he didn't live in Lior, and didn't plan on it, and he had nothing to do with the religion, or any other religion for that matter. He was just cruios...
Dust covered everything, and it looked like it could collapse at any moment. All the windows and doors that led to the outside where nailed down so no one could get in, with the acceptation of the one that he came through. The holes in the roof lit most of the path down the corridor with the light from the setting sun.
As he started walking to where he thought the statue would be, he heard music. He stopped walking as the music stopped then started. Someone else had to be in the church. He continued walking to the statue, trying to make as little noise as possible in his hard soled boots.
When he got to the room he wanted, he saw a woman with black wings, and white hair. She was wearing a blue dress, with a white one underneath. Her back was turned to him so he couldn't see her face. He stopped and stared at the girl that was on the first floor. He had a strange feeling about her, from what he saw, she looked human other than the wings, but there was something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on that just didn't seem right...
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Post by angelica on Aug 15, 2008 6:52:13 GMT -6
The old church creaked that couldn't be helped. But that wasn't the noise she heard coming up from behind. Curiosity gets the better of people, it was one of her most favorite traits of humans. They will walk into danger just to fill their curiosity. Curiosity killed the Cat that phrase really needs to be changed.
The doll had reverted to a spinning position with one foot on the ground and the other in the air. She looked like a ballerina. All those children in the big cities that want to grow up to be as graceful as a ballerina. All those few girls in upper class that are allowed to have such dreams.
The clicking boots was getting closer. They must be from a man from how they are hitting on the ground. This was going to be fun. She stood completely still with a limp expression. Curiosity killed the Cat The young adult girl's fingers reverted to that of a doll, the position her fingers were suppose to stay as. Her face mimiced that of a doll as well. Small lips and non blinking eyes. She would be a masterpiece. Actually, she was a masterpiece.
No breath came from the albino chimera. After all she did not live so didn't need to continue the habit. But it was a hard habit to break. The spokes of the music box pulled back on each dot on the reel and chimed its note. It was a simple child's lullaby. But being played in an old church covered in dust the song seemed to take new life. A song that was suppose to bring peace brought uneasiness. The doll on the statue still spun on its toe.
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Post by mabonwatanabe on Aug 18, 2008 20:43:36 GMT -6
The music box continued to play. The girl didn't move, it didn't even look like she was breathing. The man decided to continue onto where the statue stood. He diced to say on the second floor. As he walked to the statue he got a better look at the girls face. She had pale skin, and pink un-blinking eyes.
When he got to the statue he stared at the top of it. when he looked around he saw a fresh set of foot prints that were not his, so either she was alive, and somehow didn't need to breath or was hiding her breath, or she was a puppet or a doll that someone had placed there.
As he walked closer to the girl something landed on his shoulder. He jumped and looked over. It was only his owl, Fredrick. "Oh, it's just you, you scared me. So you find and finish your dinner already?" he asked the animal. Fredrick just looked at him and flew off past the girl to find some unlucky mouse or rat lurking near by.
When he started forward he saw that there where no foot prints leading away from the girl. So it must be one of his first guesses. When he got to the girl he stood beside her and looked at her face. It resembled much like a dolls. "Who and what are you?" he asked hoping that he wasn't just being crazy and talking to nothing.
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Post by angelica on Aug 19, 2008 21:18:15 GMT -6
Angelica came to the conclusion that this man was two things, one being he was very smart; or two, this man was completely insane. Her acting skills were flawless. After all, being paralyzed made it easy to learn how to cope with not moving. And breath was an easy thing to mask when it is not needed. Her acting was flawless yet this man was talking to her.
There was no need for her to move. He could do what he wished with her and she still would not change anything. A doll she was after all. Her mind, however, traced every step she took to figure out how this man could even possibly assume she was living. It didn't take her long to figure out that it was just carelessness on her part. It was just going to make things interesting. So her steps gave her away... but Angelica wasn't planning on moving any time soon.
The music box still went on as if nothing was going on around it. It had been wound enough to play the song at least three times more, maybe more, maybe less. In the end it doesn't matter, in the end the music box was eventually going to stop. However, the doll that danced on the statue, the one with golden locks, still continued to spin.
The sun did not set yet the church quickly became dark. The sun had lowered to the point where the red rays could not enter through the roof. Few windows weren't boarded shut, and those that were loose enough to let in the sun's last rays on its abandoned church wasn't enough to light the place. Even the sun was leaving the church once more. The natural balance of nature.
Nature. The wind beneath the feather. The breeze that caught Angelica's hair and pushed it to a new position. That was something only she would know, the feeling of flight. No man was suppose to fly and yet Angelica can. Angelica, Daddy's little Angel could fly.
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Post by mabonwatanabe on Aug 26, 2008 20:32:23 GMT -6
Mabon looked at the girl and waited for an answer as the wind blew and the sun moving farther into the west. Seeing that he wasn't going to get an answer he closed his eyes and sighed, "You know, your starting to make me feel as if I'm going insane. Just looking at you standing that still."
When he opened his eyes he examined the faces of the doll that was in the music box. It had a red dress, and tight blond curls, and had a nicely painted face. It spun on it's toe, looking vary elegant. Then after, he looked at the face of the girl standing beside him. She had the same facial expression.
The man heard the flapping of wings as Fredrick came and landed on Angelica's shoulder. Mabon let out a small chuckle, "It seems that Fredrick likes you." The music box just kept on playing all through, and didn't show any sign of slowing sometime soon. It looks as if the girl wound it up good, lets see if I can get her to talk before it ends.....
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Post by angelica on Aug 29, 2008 14:06:49 GMT -6
What was he going to do next? That was the game now. What was the little human going to do next. He was already beginning to doubt his true assumptions. But humans find her more than just a myth. Chimera's were already rare, at least ones with humans. Most die, like she did. Humunculi, that's more than a myth.
The man's bird was on her shoulder now. That made her think about something that she never thought before. Did she have a smell. The smell of dust and perfume was on her clothing but did she herself have a scent. It wasn't possible. After all, scent was just what the body squeezes out of the skin as waste or defense. Her body did not live, for it can't squeeze out anything.
The bird liked her? Impossible. She was just an object in this old church. Nothing about her was human any more, nothing about her was living. So the bird just landed somewhere and just happened to be on her. Or the creature just had some fasination over human like things.
As the sun set her patients did not. It entertained her to think about all the things this man might do to make her talk, or check if she was a living thing in the first place. But what this man was going to do was another matter. All Angelica could do was wait.
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Post by mabonwatanabe on Aug 29, 2008 21:47:50 GMT -6
What to do, what to do, he needed to come up with a plan before he just dove right in. He continued to look at the girls face, concentrating on making his plan......If she was alive this was going to be hard. He lifted his hand and put a few fingers under her chin and turned her head to his.
"Why do you have to make this so hard? If you really want me gone so bad just ask and I'll leave, I don't really care, but now your making this somewhat of a game, and I won't be happy until I win this one." He explained to the girl, this was not the way to go, but he was just going with it, seeing where it will take him.
He pushed her hair behind her ear with the hand that was free. She had a pretty face, it looked as perfect as a dolls. Maybe thats what she was and his eyes where deceiving him, but hes still trying, he had nothing better to do.
Fredrick looked at the girl as his friend examined the girl and talked to her. Yes he had considered Mabon his friend, he didn't like the idea to be owned, and Mabon just let him do what he wanted but still took care of him when he needed it. Mabon shared feelings with the Owl, he didn't understand why people kept animals that didn't want to be with them. Fredrick could come and go as he pleased. As he looked at her he didn't understand why he kept trying to talk to the girl when it was obvious that she wasn't going to talk back. Humans where to weird for his sometimes....
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Post by angelica on Aug 30, 2008 7:42:31 GMT -6
Human touch. That was something that she hadn't had in a long time. It seemed that she enjoyed the feeling of his warm hands against her cold skin. That was something she still had on her main body. Her face neck, and body all had real skin. Though now it was flawless. There was no blemish, no bump, no scar. It all held the same pale complection. If on payed enough attention, her plastic limbs were slightly darker than her face and body. It didn't seem possible, but she had grown more pale than she already was.
What was this? This didn't make sense. His touch was rousing things that she no longer had. Something was trying connect inside his mind, but was just missing. The one thing Angelica did know, was that she wanted more. More of this touch. She didn't want this man gone. Not because of him, she couldn't care less on who broke into this church, it was the fact it was someone human giving her temporary companionship. She wanted to see how he was going to win this game.
Each touch he made brought a blurred picture come to mind. What was it that was trying to haunt her? It seemed that she awoke again. When she first awoke she had no memory of anything. She did not know her own name or who's blood was on her lips. Only journals told her of what happened, of who she was or what she was. Visions of her past life had tried to haunt her before... it compelled her to see who she was. But the pictures never became clear and eventually Angelica forgot them. Now the pictures were coming back. What were they of? What were they about?
Despite the churning thoughts in her head her body refused to move. The art of being paralyzed had made no movement for her easy. And the fact she was once dead made natural bodily functions easy to ignore. It took time but she finally pushed the thoughts that plagued her to the back of her mind. The unfocused gaze she gave the man before her changed. Before he was just background but now she could see him. Her pupils shifted slightly to better see him. Perhaps it gave her away but she didn't think on it.
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Post by mabonwatanabe on Aug 30, 2008 20:18:12 GMT -6
Mabon just kept looking at her face,and though he thought he saw her eyes shift he just brushed it off, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him and just showing him what he wanted to see. He wasn't going to take anything less than something he could prove she was alive with, her walking, speech, something. "You have amazing eyes, I can't say that I've seen that color before...." he said complementing her, not really going with any plan, he gave up on that a while ago, and besides he never stuck to many plans.
He glanced over at Fredrick, who was intently looking at the girls white hair, "I know what your thinking Fredrick, remember your manners, most people don't like their hair being eatin." He did that often when Mabon forced him to come out during the day light hours, but at night he didn't have much of a chance, other places didn't seem like they would have as many rodents as the church did, so hunting didn't seem to have to take as long as it normally did.
A gust of wind blew through the church again, sending slight chills down Mabon's spine. This was one of the things he didn't like about the desert, it got a lot colder the later it got, so he wasn't going to be able to stay out as long as he would like to.
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Post by angelica on Sept 9, 2008 14:47:46 GMT -6
This wasn't going to be fun for very long. The human eventually will get bored of her perfect acting skills. Well, maybe it wasn't perfect, but it was better than most humans could do. When he started talking about her eyes she thought he had gotten her once again. But that wasn't the proof he wanted. Of course this human hasn't seen this color. Not many albinos live in this world. And when they do they are hardly seen because of how fragile they are. She was a prime example. Was he going to try to fluster her out of her acting? Well, that wasn't going to work.
The wind she felt, and the temperature drop she felt. But what was comfortable she did not know. How quickly one forgets about the things that the living need. She could walk through fire and not feel the pain, she could swim in cold water and never freeze. Humans, such sad weak creatures. Luckily they weren't as sad or as weak as she was.
That animal on her shoulder was the last on her mind. She didn't care for it so she didn't think about it. A non human companion, one of the best friends people can find. They don't complain and if they don't like its owner it won't return. That easy. But they are simple minded. She found that she almost craved this attention from this human. Why... she didn't know.
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Post by mabonwatanabe on Sept 19, 2008 23:47:47 GMT -6
Mabon directed his attention back to the girl. "You know, it would be nice to know your name, but apparently you won't even give me that," Mabon whispered to the still motionless girl before him. He moved his head a little closer to hers as he examined her face again, and staring intensely into her eyes. This didn't seem right, how could she keep perfectly still like that he would never know. He stayed silent on his part, just wanting for her to say something.
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Post by angelica on Sept 21, 2008 8:40:21 GMT -6
The music box started to slow down once again. She didn't think that would happen so soon. Her eyes shifted to the music box and she backed up. As if he wasn't there she walked back to the music box and turned the key. She smiled as the tune picked up again and went at the normal speed. Now she purposely blew her cover. Now what was the human going to do?
She spun on her toe to face the human and she smiled sweetly. "You didn't bore as fast as I thought you would." Her plastic fingers ran along the rail of the balcony before pushing herself onto it. Now how was the hman going to react to her? That was the question she wanted to know.
The church had been abandoned for a few years now. Yet here two people were. Though, this meeting wasn't a normal meeting. So meeting in an unusual place seemed to fit. However, the human might not like how this was going to turn out. It didn't matter to her for she would no matter what, live through it.
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Post by mabonwatanabe on Sept 23, 2008 18:26:14 GMT -6
Mabon watched as the girl pushed herself onto th railing. Fredrick had not moved, which surprised him. Normally he would just fly off...
"Sorry to disappoint you." the man said as he walked over and leaned his back against the railing and looked up at the ceiling. "So what are you exactly?" He asked, carious about how she Didn't;t look like she was breathing, and didn't move an inch the entire time.
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Post by angelica on Nov 5, 2008 15:11:20 GMT -6
"Don't I look human?" Angelica replied. Her hand rose and she started to pet the bird, that is if it won't fly away. The feeling of its soft feathers didn't transfer through her plastic fingers. The motion meant nothing to her, just something to do.
OoC: sorry... really bad post... and took over a month to write >_< |
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