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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 27, 2012 11:56:56 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] she knew that bishop was nowhere near radcliffe. she knew he was a much better person, or vampire, or whatever he thought of himself as. but she also knew that he didn't want to be that way, or appear so. pressing her lips together, she gritted her teeth and bit her tongue until he had stopped speaking. she didn't see his movement coming, though, and when he pressed her against the wall of the cave, she took a quick breath, her expression a vision of surprise that melted into a look of distaste. "i never preferred him." she spat the last word as if it were poison, and keeping it in her mouth would lead to something worse than death. he knew it too, she added silently, her eyebrows knitting together. he knew it and that's why he hated me. it was a step up from hating your boss, it was a loathing that she could never put into words. radcliffe was bad news, and she hoped he never returned from the retreat that freed her six months ago.
"you wanna know what to do with me?" effy drawled, a crooked smirk playing on her lips as her bleu eyes burned, not with hate but with something else. something along the lines of intensity, a curiousness mixed with knowing. "i don't think it's that. i think you're lying. you want to hate me. you don't want to care." she shot the words from her mouth like bullets, knowing fully well that they would sting, that bishop would feel them as if they were leaden caps. leaning forward, she brought her face closer to his, still grinning like a friend who knew something you didn't. "and you're so angry that i can see past this that you want to scare me away. you don't want to admit to anything. you're scared." she let the last word linger in the air for a long time, letting it balance on the precipice between the pair of them.
it was only after the moment of silence had blanketed them both, as cold as the rain outside was, that she spoke again. "nice try. i don't scare that easy." these last words were whispers, painted with harsh lines and breathy with her exhaustion. despite the rapid paling of her face, the clear lack of energy she possessed, her eyes were illuminated and bright, full of so many emotions that any one could not be deciphered.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 27, 2012 13:41:29 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 503 The Notes wassup. Like he had thought over and over again, this girl was stubborn. It was getting to a point where it was nothing but annoying. Whenever she pressed on Bishop could feel a flicker of rage spark inside of him. Still he managed to remain calm on the outside, his eyes still staring down at her. The only change now was the obvious rage inside of that pale green stare. Her perceptive observations bothered him and he wanted her to stop with them now. Why couldn’t she just be silent? What would he have to do to get her to stop trying to pry into his personal affairs? It seemed like the only thing that had managed to quiet her down was when he had taken a bite out of her neck or her wrists. Other than that, she was usually using that big mouth of hers to try and piss him off. She was testing his temper… Bishop didn’t want to lose his composure but he felt that maybe he’d have to. Not to mention it was getting a little bit harder to control it.
Bishop allowed the silence to fall on the again. He allowed her words to sink in though it did little to keep his anger at bay. His smirk had long disappeared and now his lips were twisting into a frown, his face showing nothing but annoyance now. He placed his hands on either side of her against the wall, still keeping the distance between them closed. Bishop never blinked. He couldn’t tear away from her eyes and did not want to. She already had taken several stabs at him and the last thing that he wanted to do was back down from her. He wanted to prove to her that she was wrong. Everything she was saying was completely wrong!
Bishop wanted it to be all wrong.
The vampire sucked in his lips and his eyes dropped, both of his hands slammed into the wall behind her head and then he pushed away. He wanted to shout at her and snarl as many nasty things he could in her face. But all that Bishop could do was turn away and walk heatedly over to the opposite end of the opening. His hands then found themselves rested on the back of his head while he took several easy breathes to try and regain himself. But now he couldn’t. Bishop couldn’t with her standing there and probably feeling so smug. Finally, he turned back to her, walking right back up to the girl and closed the space between them again.
“Don’t you make assumptions about me!” he snapped at her. His voice harsh but still held at a very low level. There was no need to shout and gather any attention. “Who do you think you are? You are nothing to me but a walking blood bag! You are nothing to anyone, you stupid girl. You’re the one who’s scared. Scared that you’re just going to be left alone again.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 27, 2012 14:03:18 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] when he snarled right back at her, the words slammed through her chest as hard as his hands did against the wall. he had turned, pacing, before closing the space between them again, shouting accusations at her with a low tone of voice. he used words t make her feel brittle inside, and she was waiting until he said that last bit that made her snap. when he was finished, she could only glare. of course she cared if she was left alone, but that never meant she was scared of it. no.
did it?
her mind whirled, her thoughts abuzz as he stood, looming over her, raging. but through the haze of fury. she knew. she knew very well that bishop was not that vampire. she didn't quite know what kind she was, but he wasn't the one he was putting off that he was. he was no radcliffe. she let the silence fall between them before she replied, her breathing fast and hitched, and his absent. "that's what you want me to be." she rasped, her voice now hoarse and gravelly all the way through, breaking at every consenant and threatening to fail her. "i am not scared to be alone when i've been that way my whole life." she took a somewhat rattling breath, shaking her head, though her gaze never left his.
"bishop. you want me to be scared so you don't have to be. own up." she let her head drop now, barely fitting in the space between them. her wet hair fell around her face, shieling everything from view. her gaze was on the floor, still burning bright. "i know you're in there." she whispered, loud enough to be heard, and frankly as loud as she could make her voice work now. her arms lifted, grabbing a hold of his sleeves when her legs buckled, and she worked to keep herself standing- to no avail. she dropped to the ground, to her knees, and sat there. she was still conscious, but her body was falling asleep, giving up until further notice.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 28, 2012 3:55:09 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 664 The Notes wassup. His jaw was set firm and his eyes narrowed. There was no real pride in his words, part of him not even completely sure what he was going on about. All that he could feel was the pent up rage trying to storm out of him, all the years of silence ready to pour out on this scrawny human he had pressed up against a wall. Physically this girl could and would do no harm to him, she was not capable of it and Bishop would not let her. However, her words had managed to cut him deep and make him question himself. These things that stirred such horrible emotions were meant to be kept in check and out of sight of any onlooker. Once this girl had been included and he had done his best to keep any unwelcome thoughts out of her grasp. But she had to keep pushing him until his limit was reached with her. He still felt empty though. It was as though his words were hollow to him, holding no real substance and he had no idea how to back them. All he did was hope bitterly that they would strike a nerve with her so that he could feel like he had gained an advantage over her. It was selfish but he felt it necessary for his bruised ego.
He found himself gritting his teeth, the emotion inside of him wanting pressing hard to escape with each passing moment. It was especially difficult to hold back when she pointed out her familiarity with being alone. For over one-hundred years he had been alone, searching this ugly world for something that would fill up the void that he felt in his life. Nothing could fill it; he was convinced of that much by now. How could anyone ever feel completeness in their life if they couldn’t even know themselves? He was in an impossible situation that he was not willing to share. Even now as his fiery green stare bore into her he could not stand to admit that she may have been right about some things. He could not do it.
“Afraid?” he asked, mock laughter echoing after he spoke. “What have I to be afraid of? There is nothing for me to lose! I have no attachments to anything in this world. There is nothing I hold dear or feel passion for. I do what I have to just for the purpose of survival!” How could one doubt that such an empty life could hold any fear? Being fearless was a dangerous quality to gain indeed and Bishop was sure that it was one that he had gotten many years ago even before he had been changed into a vampire. If there was fear, he could not see it or perhaps understand it. The only thing he was certain of was the rage inside of him at this moment. That was the only thing that was certain.
The vampire watched the girl as she slid back down the side of the tunnel and to the ground. He took a step back from her but stood his ground with his jaw clenched tight.
Maybe he should finish with her now. Severe his ties and leave her just as her former vampire would have left her. Perhaps he had the right thing in mind, that Radcliffe. If there was any creature that could severe bonds it was surely the one called Radcliffe. It sickened him slightly to think that he could be so heartless as one like that. All he had to do to fit the bill was turn his back on this girl now. It would be so easy to simply turn around and forget that she was even real. He could move onto the next person without a second thought or a doubt. He could do… just what he had to for the sake of survival.
Perhaps Bishop was not the monster he assumed.
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 28, 2012 10:33:31 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] she sat on the ground, vaguely aware of pain in her knees from where they hit the rock floor, but she couldn't muster the energy to get to her feet. damn, she wanted to. she wanted to stand up and show bishop that she was much stronger than she looked, that this fight wasn't over and that she knew she was right. he had to know she was right- he wouldn't have been so angry otherwise. he stepped back, away from her, with words that were supposed to be filled with an emotion, a hate, that was absent from them. she toppled forward, bracing herself with her hands and taking a few deep breaths before she lifted her head and her blue eyes met his green ones.
"that's why your afraid." she said, her voice sounding like a ghostly whisper, as if she herself were dancing over the precipice between the living and the dead. it held the knowledge, though, the sympathy and empathy and care that it should- unlike bishop's empty words. "you don't want to just survive. you don't want to have nothing to loose." she was as white as a sheet, her wet hair a stark contrast to her skin, and even her vivid blue eyes seemed to be paling, growing crystalized in appearance, glossy, glazed. "because that would mean you had nothing to stand for." she stopped talking after this, taking a few gulping breaths and letting her gaze slip from his, dropping back down to the floor. he spoke again, his words taut and angry. get up.
as much as she knew she was pushing his emotional buttons, he was pushing her physical ones- probably without thinking on it. using her hands to push herself into a seated position, she sat upright, trembling involuntarily. she took a few deep breaths before tilting back and leaning against the wall, slowly- ever so slowly, climbing up the rocky side. her knees were completely rubbery, and could not hold her on their own. her muscles had gone slack, and she leaned heavily against the wall. it was incredible she was even standing at all. but, as if this were all to prove a point, her paling gaze, weighted with unspoken thoughts, met bishop's once more.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 28, 2012 22:51:49 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 655 The Notes wassup. He watched her as she slowly pushed herself up from the ground, his eyes never leaving the struggle and his hands never reaching out to try and ease her pains. The icy gaze was unyielding even when she finally managed to get herself up and situated against the wall for support. For a long moment he continued this, biting back the sting of her words while quietly looking for the strength to abandon the girl. Bishop had never made any strong bonds in his life but usually was not one to fuck someone over completely. He could be heartless and chuckle at your miseries but when they were limping so close to home it was hard to turn away. This girl was somehow convinced that she could rip out all of the barriers that he had so recklessly started construction on all of those years ago. He did not like it and he wanted to simply turn away from her to pretend that none of this had ever taken place. He wanted to simply forget about her and gone on living his empty existence. Being alone was simple. Understanding and tolerating another person though, that was a world of difficulties. Just by finally taking in a donor he was finding this out and the few people he had been close to in his past. Bishop was fond of being alone despite the any negative things that came with it. She would not shake his belief in that… he simply would not allow it.
Bishop kept his distance from the young woman this time. He didn’t feel like even being close to her. “And what am I to do with you now,” he stated as much as questioned. And it was a really good question indeed. He wanted to leave her there where she was out of spite with the hopes that she would begin to understand that he was not one who was interested in her insightful bullshit. To see her stand alone in a dark tunnel and shiver life a leaf would have given Bishop a great amount of pleasure at that moment, surely. He wanted her to choke on her words and- no. No, he didn’t want any of those things not truly. But he wished that he could. He wished it in hopes of his crumbling ego.
He felt his eyes fall shut then, his mind welcoming the blackness behind his eyelids. It offered him a moment of peace with this one sense blocked. The falling rain was the clearest thing that he could hear as well as the distance humming of cars flying down the road. The smell of the wet earth filled his nostrils as well as the dank hot underground. For a moment he could think. And for the moment he thought that it was possible to shut down his emotions so that he could continue on with his night without regret.
Then through the rain and the hum of distant traffic he heard a not so distance sound. It was the sound of labored breath, tired and weak from being sick and literally drained. Then through the smell of the wet earth and hot underground came the smell of drying blood, a reminder of his act. The moment was lost and Bishop’s eyes were once again opened, staring at the mess that he had gotten himself into. It was truly a sorry mess.
The vampire stepped forward, erasing his face of the anger that he was feeling and instead looked detached from the situation at hand. It was as though everything had passed him by in the blink of an eye. It was for the better though as he was fast realizing now that arguing had been a waste of both of their breath. He held out an arm toward Effy, offering it to her to lean on. “Come on,” he murmured coolly. “It’s stupid staying out here.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 28, 2012 23:49:04 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] the rain fell heavily. it fell like miniature bombs on the pavement outside, and when silence broke the conversation between bishop and effy, she could hear each individual drop smack the concrete. she could hear a distant hum, some splashes. she could hear the voices of passersby caught in the storm. she could hear car horns, the squeal of brakes. a faraway shout barely made it to her ears, the words inaudible but the tone clear. something happened, someone was lost. someone needed to be found. god, someone was always looking to be found. blinking, she turned her head and stared out into the misty version of the world, shrouded by rain and fog.
bishop spoke, but his words required no response. effy wasn't sure she could even give one now, her labored breathing threatening to close up, preventing her from speaking. she hurt all over, and felt it deep inside her bones. her head pounded, a jackhammer forcing its way into her skull. into her brain. she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut and letting her head drop to her chest, trying to block it out. she felt as if she was one giant heartbeat, pulsating with muscles weak enough to have given out already. it amazed her that she was still on her feet, despite the ever-steady wall for support. it was a shuffle of footsteps that caught her attention, making her open her eyes. she was staring down, and could see bishop's feet stepping into her view. slowly she lifted her head, her pale blue gaze and even more pallid face staring in confusion at the vampire, his arm out.
"what..." she began, her voice emerging as hardly a whisper. it was breathy and full of amazement. where had his anger gone? had it even been there at all? despite these thoughts, though, she knew that what had just unfolded in front of her was real, and it was substantial and it was something to lean on. probably better than a cave wall, too. she braced herself, very visibly tensing as she prepared to push off of the wall. she did so, and collapsed onto his arm like lead, clinging to keep herself from sinking back to the wet cave floor. she stumbled for a moment and then gathered herself, still using his arm as her only source of support, her muscles having all failed her now. "thank you." had bishop been a human, had he had the ears of a mortal he would not have heard the small words leave effy's lips. but he wasn't, and she knew they would reach his supernatural vampiric ears.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 29, 2012 2:31:47 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 512 The Notes wassup. It was no surprise to Bishop when the full weight of Effy came crashing down onto his outstretched arm. Every inch of muscle tensed in his arm and then legs while he let the exhausted woman crash into him. She was not very graceful in her decent but he made no other moves to help her situate herself against his body. Once she had managed to steady herself his muscles also managed to relax and flex in the proper places rather than be tensed all throughout his body. However, having her lean completely on his arm would not do for him as it was not the best of leads since he did not have a firm grasp on her. All that was keeping them together was her feeble hold. So before Bishop ever moved his feet forward he shuffled Effy closer to his torso by simply taking his arm for her and put it instead around her slim waist. He tightened his grip so that he could feel her boney hip pressing into his side and then turned them around so that they were facing the blackness of the tunnel. Without further explaining his motives to her, he started forward leaving the smells of the outside world behind them and welcoming the dark scent of earth.
There really wasn’t much other choice for the moment. He could take the girl home but had a feeling that she would fight him and the hassle of getting to her home seemed aggravating enough. So with his limited options Bishop decided to take her back into the underground. His nighttime prowls would have to wait as well as his boss. Anastasia Fairbanks had never been so fond of him to begin with so he supposed that she would not miss him on this night, if she even noticed his absence. It was usually one of her imps that went around making sure things were running smoothly. Not that the owner of the club Temptation never stopped by, she did so very often and was very careful over watching her club. Bishop just always guessed she was there for the fun just as much as the customers were. There were plenty of oversized idiots to watch a damn door or two anyways.
It wasn’t long before the complete darkness had surrounded the two of them. There was nothing darker than the starless night of the underground, after all. But Bishop’s eyes could see well enough. Years of milling around in the darkness had made him sharper with his hearing just as well so he was hardly concerned. His feet walked easily over the uneven ground even when his eyes were pressed closed. This pathway was imprinted so fondly into his mind that he could walk the entire thing with his eyes closed! Not that he could say the same for Effy. He was not even sure if she was aware of this way into the underground world of vampires. He wasn’t even sure if she would be able to remember this trip through in her state. |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 29, 2012 13:52:40 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] a force, more cool than warm, hoisted her up and kept her on her feet. she felt like she was floating- which of course, she wasn't. her eyes, having closed at some point she couldn't remember re-opened, and she saw nothing but darkness. they were in a shroud, completely blanketed and completely covered. her eyes opened wider and she blinked around, trying to see if she had vision at all. it would surely be a sorry thing if she had gone blind. her fear was proven wrong when she caught sight of bishop next to her, his arm coiled around her waist to hold her upright.
she would have fought, truly she would. but effy was never in denial. she knew very well that she couldn't walk on her own, not until she had at least an hour or more of rest. on top of this knowledge, she simply didn't have the energy to push away. he was only helping, after all. she blinked slowly, her blue eyes glowing in the gloom like miniature stars that fell from the midnight sky. instead fo trying to see any further, she let her other senses take over. it smelled wet, but not like rain. it was damp, and she could strongly smell dirt. she heard the footsteps, and they sounded thick, like bishop was stepping on something more along the lines of clay, or packed down soil, than rock. the cave no longer echoed, but the light had completely disappeared.
"where are we going?" she parted her dry, cracked lips to ask this, her starry eyes flickering over to gaze curiously at bishop. she had an idea that there was somewhere specific they were headed to, the surefootedness of the vampire holding her up said as much. she was about to offer a suggestion, when the truth hit her like a moving train. the underground. she had heard stories, but she had never travelled into the depths herself. she had no need to. radcliffe had been appeased to meet her at the clubs, in places he could leave her when he had drained her to unconsciousness.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 29, 2012 20:08:18 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 541 The Notes wassup. Bishop never did bother to answer the girl’s question. She would learn soon enough where they were and since he did not know how she would react to the being in the underground he thought it better to keep it more to himself. There were plenty of humans who took refuge underneath the city, many familiars and donors lived near or with their vampire usually for the convenience. Some vampires simply adored looking at their workers as their subjects or even pets and would either pamper them or… keep them more like slaves. Bishop, having never really made close friends with any of his kind, had not been put into any situations where he had seen a donor or familiar in the home of a vampire or what they did there but he had enough of an imagination to figure it out. Not to mention working at Temptation always kept the gossip whispering by his ears. These were also things that Bishop decided he would not be enlightening Effy with. She had enough of her own wild thoughts to keep her going and there was no need to fuel them. So Bishop simply continued their walk forward in silence, leaving Effy to her own imagination.
Eventually the dull light of Rome’s underground city started to filter through the darkness. It really wasn’t much, simply tunnels leading to entrances to homes, clubs, and anything else the vampires beneath the city thought that they needed to get a hold of. There were many buildings that had looked like they were cut in half, some going straight to the top of the cavern where they continued upward above the ground. Bishop finally stopped at one of these buildings. It was cement and looked quite insignificant. He pushed open the heavy door and pulled Effy alongside him until they were both in.
The inside was much different than the outside. It looked like a lobby to an expensive apartment complex. He turned immediately to start a climb of a short flight of stairs (deciding that if Effy ever gave him this much trouble again he’d drag her up literally) and eventually came to a door where he produced a ring of keys from his pocket. He pushed a silver key into the lock and twisted it till a click was heard and he could turn the doorknob. The door opened and inside was Bishop’s dark living quarters. It was a plain apartment but with an abundance of space. Most vampires did not live in complete squalor and Bishop was included. He simply had a very large lack of exquisite possessions, something that he cared little for. He did not stay in one place very long though and as soon as he turned the lock again he was making his way through the main living area and back to the place he had been not too long ago: the bedroom.
It was a relief when he was able to finally quite literally drop Effy onto the unmade white sheets of the bed. He did not follow and instead turned away to perch himself at the edge of the mahogany desk. He cocked her head at her from there and stayed watching her for the moment, quietly. |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 29, 2012 20:54:19 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] she would doze off during the walk, her eyes fluttering shut and her senses fading momentarily, only to be regained. she saw snippets of the underworld, and marveled at the detailed buildings, the gold and unnatural light. there was a world down here, one that other humans knew nothing about. it was grandiose and it was wonderful- but she knew that the walls, however pretty, held a danger that could destroy. she could smell the wet earth, the metallic scent of blood drifting lightly through the air. she wished she had more attention to give, so she her eyes could brush the smaller things, the better details. she wanted to remember this world more than she knew she would when she woke up.
darkness. her eyes opened once more, and they were going up a staircase. she couldn't tell how long her eyes had been shut but she knew that there was no way they were closed for long. she heard the distinct jangle of keys on a ring, metal clinking against metal, and the creak of an opening door. blinking, she turned her gaze to the room they were entering. it was a living space, bare of trinkets and lavish things. it had the bare necessities, and the room itself was darkly lit. her gaze traveled around the room, taking in the lack of personality. she felt her lips fold into a frown, but said nothing as bishop continued walking, dragging her into another room, containing a bed and a dark wood desk. he dropped her upon rumpled white sheets, and backed away, crossing the room and landing himself a perch upon the desk.
it was there that he watched her, silently regarding her with eyes that were impossible to decipher. she let herself relax, closing her own eyes for a moment and taking a few deep breaths, sighing softly. she didn't move from the position she was dropped into, lacking the energy it took to move. or lacking the motive. she let the silence stretch, though it wasn't entirely uncomfortable. it was as soft as the sheets she lay on. it was only when she knew a clock would have ticked in a few circles that she parted her lips. "nice place you've got here." she felt the corners of her lips twitch upward in the ghost of a smile.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 29, 2012 22:44:59 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 518 The Notes wassup. The flat green eyes watched in silence as the tiny woman’s ribs rose and fell with her breath. He watched her intently though his face showed no signs of emotions. Tonight had already been emotional enough and he wasn’t sure if he could bear to show anymore of them to the likes of this girl. Not to mention he was doubtful that he could stand to face anymore of them himself. It was all too much to taken in and think about. There were literally decades of his life that he had pushed into the corners of his mind that were not to be uncovered again and all of her talking had threatened to bring the reminders of them back out. No, that just would not do and keeping a straight, calm demeanor was the best that he could do to cope with all of those feelings that had been so close to wanting to remerge. They would go back to where they had come from, stuffed away until the he finally found the day when he would draw his final breath. They were not to be found and not to be dealt with, though that was the complete opposite of what Effy seemed to think. But this was coming from a girl who had plenty of problems all on her own. He wanted to think that perhaps she was just running away from her own. Focusing on his possible problems perhaps made her forget about her own.
Her words broke the silence, but just barely. Whether she was being sarcastic or not, the words seemed like they should have been. Bishop did not have to look about him to recall the state he had left his home in. It was a cold place with very little life. It lacked the usual personality that a person brought to their homes. It was simply a place for him to stay and nothing more could be said about it. The hard wood floors were covered in a thin layer of dust as well as some of the unused furniture. Cobwebs hung in almost every corner with their spider occupants sitting ominously in them. In truth, Bishop always thought it looked abandoned. Every time he stepped into his home he didn’t feel anymore home than he had outside. It was just a place. Hardly welcoming and hardly home. Alas, it would have to do.
“It’ll do,” he answered her bleakly. Bishop then dropped his feet back to the floor and started out of the room. He made his way into the very empty kitchen area of the apartment, taking a single glass from one of the many cupboards. After turning a knob in the sink he held it beneath a stream of water until the glass was filled halfway. After but a few moments he made his way back into the room and set the glass on the nightstand beside the bed. The vampire backed away once again finding his seat at the edge of the desk. “Have a drink. It will surely do you some good. Then you can rest.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 29, 2012 23:00:32 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] his words were bleak, brittle and waiting to fall to ashes at the seams. still, like the words he has spoken, they would have to do. she watched him exit the room quietly, shuffling out into what she assumed was the kitchen. she could hear opening doors, the rush of running water, the splash it made as it hit a glass. she let her eyes close, drifting off into a comfortable doze until the shuffling of feet grew louder once more, and the miniature vibrations of the floor beneath the bed alerted her that he had returned. he rested the glass of water on the bedside table, retreating as soon as he did so and resuming sitting upon the desk, his gaze watching her once again, with all the intensity it had before. quietly, she pushed herself up, leaning against the wall with a heavy slump. she lifted the glass of water with a trembling hand and eyed the vampire across the room, taking a sip silently, her gaze never leaving his.
she swallowed a good half of the water in the glass before she set it down on the table once more, the materials rattling for a moment because of her shaking. once it stopped, silence fell again, and effy just stared at the dark-haired vampire who said nothing as he sat on the other end of the room. she said nothing too, for a long time. laughter outside the safety of his residence broke that blanket; and taking advantage of it, the blue-eyed girl spoke.
"why stare? what're you thinking?" her voice had gotten stronger with the water, the dryness in her throat quenched. she even felt minutely better, her muscles only aching, not screaming as they had been before. she tilted her head to one side, partly because it was easier, more relaxing on her sore neck, but partly because she was busy regarding the vamp with a curiousity that she could only have gained after the events taking place earlier that evening.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 30, 2012 0:25:03 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEN I LOOK AWAY GIVE YOU THE GUN BLOW ME AWAY The Tag: anyone. The Words: 517 The Notes wassup. She drank most of the water down, sharp blue eyes never falling from his gaze. She had always proved to be one of the most curious of women. She was faced with many obstacles but always seemed to be able to look them straight in the eye without fear. It was much like what she was doing to him now. He was a fabled creature of the night, living off of the blood of mortals, and overall meant to be feared. Well, he supposed that a few sappy movies and books had taken away from the fear of vampires and could have made them a more lustful symbol. But they would only be kidding themselves if they looked at a true vampire and did not feel the slightest hint of fear in their bodies. There had been even been a time when Bishop had looked to a vampire with fear in his own heart, though he had numbed it with alcohol. Then there was Effy. The fearlessness that he saw in her was very questionable. It should not have been an admirable trait among humans. Those without fear did things without reason behind them, without cares. Those who were fearless had nothing to live for.
“You’re in my house, you work for me,” he answered her plainly, simply. Then he mimicked her and cocked his head to the side, almost enough to rest it completely on his shoulder. The placid stare still watched her, unblinking. He felt a small spring of emotion try to come undone with her question however and had to swallow a lump in his throat to keep it from bothering him. Still, he pondered over the answer that he was going to give to the girl. What would she think of his thoughts if he were to answer her truthfully? Would she be able to catch on if he lied to her or would she simply go with it? Surely she was too exhausted to continue with her constant arguments. No matter what he answered, he had a feeling that she would dissect everything. It wasn’t like her to let things go unaccounted for. Not when it was something she was curious about at least.
Bishop straightened his neck out once again and mused at the idea of simply relaying his thoughts to her. Would they make her perhaps reflect on her own actions and her own words? Maybe they would make her consider her own life and her own situation rather than his. Or perhaps Effy would do what Effy did best and turn it around on him. She was really quite good at directing the conversation on him and drowning him in the reminders that he was not at all perfect in his ways with dealing with his personal affairs. Of course, most of those affairs were not even known to her. She seemed to make his business hers though.
The dark eyes yielded then, narrowing thoughtfully while Bishop brought a hand up to rest his chin in the palm of it. “I am thinking about fear,” he answered her honestly. |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 30, 2012 9:31:32 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] character and leave you quaking in a shell of yourself. fear could destroy you. but the lack of fear could do so much worse. it was a double-edged sword, crippling you either way. you could freeze, still as stone in fear, or you could blow yourself up by ignoring the warnings laid out for you. those who were too scared ended up dying alone, but those who never had fear at all ended up dying and leaving a wake that stretched further than they ever could have imagined. ironically, the thought of it all was frightening in itself.
bishop answered the first question simply, without preamble and without problem. it was then that he paused, and she could see him debating. the gears in his brain were working hard, thinking, chugging along. imitating her tilted head, he gazed right back at her, something flickering in the green depths of his eyes, swimming past too swiftly for her to even begin to analyze. it was a slippery fish, one she knew to let go for the moment. the search would only wear her out. so she sat, propped up against the wall and the pillows, her blue eyes gaining their color once more, growing deeper. they were a more ocean blue now, the ice having faded and melted with the splash of water in her throat. she blinked slowly when he straightened, still silent with lips pressed together, locked until he was ready to reveal his thoughts.
ah, fear. she felt her lips tug upward, and she smiled crookedly, her eyes shimmering with a knowledge of the topic, the very idea, of fear itself. she watched as he rested his chin in his palm, the honest intent of his voice overwhelmingly clear. it leaked, poured, from his words and into her ears. "fear destroys you. it leaves you alone when you die." she replied simply, almost plaintively. her own eyes flashed then, and she was sure that bishop would notice it. she knew it like she knew the clock would tick in five seconds, four, three, two ...
"one way or another, i mean." effy paused, taking a deep breath in, letting it out with a sigh. "with it, you're ruined. you miss out on everything. without it ... well." her smile only stretched and she shrugged lethargically. "without it you're free to do anything you please. that's not always the best thing."
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