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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 30, 2012 11:57:45 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: 584 The Notes wassup. It was no surprise that she had an answer for him. He had no doubt in her having an opinion on most things and this topic was surely something that anyone could relate to. Unless, of course, you denied the existence of fear completely and ignorantly. Her answer gave him enough, he thought, for him to find where she stood. His assumptions he now suspected were correct after all. Effy was one of the fearless ones, afraid that fears would do nothing but cripple her existence and make her vulnerable to the world around her. However he also could see that she saw the fault in not having fear. She admitted that not having any fear could be just as bad as having it. Bishop pondered for a moment where he stood on the topic. Obviously throughout his life he had mostly thought that he had lived it out one way but whenever he sat and thought about it he felt that he could have been living in fear of fear itself. He had lived recklessly with the intent of being alone in the end and making no connections with any other creatures on his dreaded earth. He had never been afraid of being alone, he had never been afraid of death, and he had never felt afraid that someone was getting too close. Nobody had ever tried to push him.
Suddenly a grin pulled at the corners of Bishop’s lips his eyes looking faraway with the memories but still toward Effy. It was a bittersweet little smile and he found it funny that he had left this room earlier in hopes to escape the memories of his past. Now here he was thinking of them all over again. “You fear Radcliffe,” he spoke, almost sounding like he was mulling over the thought to himself. He blinked several times. His eyes were staring away from her now and following an invisible trail back in the direction of London, England. When his eyes finally came to a stop he narrowed them considerably and pursed his lips, recalling his years in the city and how terribly irresponsible he had been.
“Fear is for survival,” he mused softly. “Without it we are nothing. When you are not afraid you cannot love. If you love you will surely be afraid.” The words were almost empty, as he could not fully relate to them all and the parts he could relate to only sounded like a broken record. They were thoughts that had been repeated constantly in his mind and this was the only solution that he had come up with. This was where it had always led him; the topic of fear, that is. He had never particularly loved the family that had taken him in. He had never had parents to love or full blooded siblings to concern himself with. Bishop had never even the opportunity to make friends and instead only recalled his younger days filled with farm labor and then, of course, the military. When he had not had work he had nothing and gave into silly desires without care. He should have died so many times yet here he was almost eighty years later, all of the people he had known more than likely long dead. It was always such a strange thought… all of those ambitious people he had known were dead. Then there was him.
“For your sake…” he turned his eyes back toward her. “I hope that you learn to fear.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 30, 2012 12:36:16 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;] bishop's words were like empty shells of what they could have been. they must have been spoken, thought of, enough times to lose their meaning. but to effy, they were new and fresh and scraped her ears like a thousand needles. she regarded him silently, letting the words fall off of his tongue and flitter across the room, hesitant thoughts that became more than just that- and grew into meaningful words that would affect more than just his trapped brain.
effy didn't want to point out the lack of love in her life. if you were alone, there was no one to give love to, and you lost it. it was like a habit, a skill. if you stopped riding your bike you would eventually forget how to balance. if you stopped loving you would forget what that could have meant. effy was first and foremost alone, and with that came the fearlessness that allowed her to give no damns. she didn't care whether she lived or not, and sometimes she wondered how it would be to just disappear, fall away, turn to dust and be carried away by the wind. she blinked thoughtfully, letting her head rest against the wall as she continued to gaze neutrally at bishop in the shroud of his own thoughts on the other end of the room.
"if fear is for survival, where does that leave those without it?" she murmured, a smile filled with too much knowledge of the ugly the world could have plastered upon her face. she knew. it would leave them dead, alone. fearless could not love, and they were alone. the fearful were too afraid to reach out- condemning themselves to solitude. "every living creature dies alone." the words hung in the air like spikes, daring the pair to touch them, disect them. her gaze narrowed then, and she leaned forward a little, using her hands to keep herself in an upright position.
"you mean to say fear for others. that's what it would take to love." she stated, the words pulled from ther throat before she knew what she was saying. "to care enough to fear for them." her blue eyes gleamed, flashing with the reflections of her own feelings. her eyes were mirrors to her soul- there was nothing she could keep from them. it was a gift and a curse, she supposed. she never dwelled on it. "i could learn that. i could not learn to fear for myself." she paused now, her head turning slightly as she stared, unblinkingly, at bishop. "what about you?"
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 30, 2012 13:39:52 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: 506 The Notes wassup. There was no need to answer her question. He could see plainly that they both knew the answer to it. There had already been more than enough times in the time they had known one another that Bishop had to step in and save her from what could have been her own death. Her recklessness was always a striking him with the memories of his past even though he had dealt with his lonely world quite differently. In either case, they both knew that the life of the fearless would only end up having you dead. Actually, that was just where Bishop had ended up though not quite so. He had ended up being something like the living dead because of his behavior and lack of good decision making in the past. If Effy was not careful then he was sure the girl would end up with a similar fate to his own. Unfortunately, with the people she was getting herself into trouble with, Effy may have ended up completely dead. It disturbed him to know that she knew this and was doing very little to stop the self destructive path. She was treading dangerous water, but Bishop really was not sure how to stop her unless she recognized the error of her ways on her own.
Death was indeed a journey that everyone would have to make alone. Nobody really, truthfully knew what happened when you fell into the sleep that you would never wake up from. Nobody was sure where death would take them even if many did claim they knew of an afterlife. Bishop had doubted always anything after death but why should he have to concern himself with the thoughts of the unknown? There was no point in mulling over death since no answers would come until he finally did die. Everyone truly did die alone.
Bishop shook his head, looking to the cold wood floor. “If you cannot fear for yourself then I doubt that you are feeling love for someone else,” he murmured halfheartedly. Then he smirked, again shaking his head. What would he know of love when his life had been so void of it? He supposed all these years of being alone had offered him time to think it over but thinking of something was nothing like feeling it. Still, he decided to go ahead and give the girl his own insightful even if it was simply for him just to hear his own ideas out loud for once. He’d surely be thinking it over again once alone. “To love someone else, you need to love yourself. How can you fear for them when you are dead?”
He almost laughed then, his lips curling up into a larger grin as he looked back up toward her. “Of course, you are more than welcome to believe what you would like,” he told her, blocking out what bothered him with amused laughter. “If you don’t learn fear than you may meet a fate worse than death. Keep that in mind.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 30, 2012 15:45:26 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;] effy was the fearless one with the world between her fingertips. but it was almost as if she had gone numb, for she had no thrill by throwing herself into near death situations. there was nothing, and perhaps she only did what she did to find that little but of feeling. she hadn't always been that way, of course. under the cruel eyes of radcliffe, she had been a much different girl than she was now.
she was alone, always. she was alone when she stumbled upon the vampires and she was alone when she agreed to her first job as a donor. radcliffe had been a vampire to fear, if there ever was one. you see, though, effy was scared of so many things that it was paralyzing. she was scared of death, of being alone any longer, and she was scared of radcliffe himself. his teeth left scars on her in places she'd never show. he had bitten her for fun, taken more blood than necessary because he was full of avarice. he had left her unconscious in places she had never seen before, and she was left to pick herself up the day after, dizzy and wretching. it had all gotten to be too much, this fear. she had no one to anchor her to the earth, and she floated away. she went numb that day- and she had never regained that feeling.
she tried. very often she tried to see how far she could go, when she would feel fear again. she had thrown herself off bridges just to scream. (not quite literally). she wanted to be drained- she wanted to find herself on the brink of death just to see if she could get that spark of fear back. she knew bishop was right. "i can't." her words came out as a hoarse whisper, barely audible even to her own ears. her gaze had been trained on the sheets, her blue eyes hard and flinty as she was forced back into memory. she hadn't recognized it when her breath hitched and her eyes widened, but now that she was focused, on the now, she could easily see the effect those goddamn memories had on her.
"a fate worse than death." she murmured, her stare snapping up to meet bishop's cool green eyes. "like you." she added, her voice full of anything but malicious intent. she was trying to figure this out, and her unfiltered words dangled in the air, balloons about to pop. she shook her head then, hair falling over her eyes. she had been in need of a hair cut for a long time, her bangs growing too long, her layers rough. "you said i fear radcliffe. i feared him. i was always scared." she let the words drip from her tongue with a grimace when they tasted sour in her mouth. "and then one day i woke up in an obscure place he left me, and i wasn't." effy grinned for only one moment before it faltered once more, and she gave another small shake of her head, her gaze never leaving bishop's. "i try to get it back. i want to be scared again. so i take myself further and further."
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 30, 2012 22:55:52 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: 564 The Notes wassup. The dark brows arched up at her blunt observation. It had been what Bishop was conveying, of course. What could be worse than having the curse of a vampire when you wanted nothing more than death itself? All that he could do was give her a grin, not even needing to nod and confirm it to her since he already knew that Effy could come to the correct conclusion. Hearing the confirmation from another human being hit him hard though. Hearing his own thoughts out loud was really one of the strangest things. The only time that had happened were times when he had been under the influence of alcohol.
The green stare dropped from the dark haired girl as she spoke and behind those eyes a mind was still fast at work despite the calm on the outside. How did one go about forgetting something as important as fear? Then again, did you really ever lose it? Wasn’t stress at least a lesser form of it? Surely the girl sitting not to far away from him felt the pressures of stress on her every single day. That meant that a base for fear was there, didn’t it? And she had told him once before, he was sure, that she was afraid of Radcliffe coming back. He wasn’t sure why but he felt a desperate pull to prove to her that there was some fear in her heart still. She was still capable of feeling emotion like any human; she just needed to figure that out. Bishop had no idea how. It may have been something she would have to find all on her own. Hopefully she would figure it out before something bad happened to her. Something worse than waking up lost and dazed. Something worse than running into any Radcliffe.
His jaw set firm then and his hand fell away from his chin letting it, in turn, fall toward his chest. The vampire again dropped from his seat at the desk and started over toward Effy. He didn’t say a word to her and stopped at the edge of the bed, chin still down but his eyes lifted toward her. For a moment he stood there only staring at Effy, his eyes staring squarely into hers. Then Bishop suddenly exploded into movement, his swung one leg swiftly over her body and in an instant had situated himself over her his weight held by his legs while his arms stretched forward against the wall at either side of her head. It would be the second time this night he had her face trapped between his arms. Bishop’s jaw was still tightly set and his eyes unwavering, empty of emotion as he stared into hers. Slowly he let his lips part, the tips of white fangs easily showing.
“You waste my damn time, girl,” he breathed, the only sign of emotion showing when his nose wrinkled in what looked to be disdain. “You were a waste of my time and I should rid of you now. I should have left you in that damned tunnel. No… I should have never picked you out of that damn club. You openly lie to me and your body is too weak to take on what you claimed it could. After tonight, go back home.” Bishop’s brows furrowed as he finished. “I will no longer seek you out.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 30, 2012 23:49:44 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;] had she had the energy to, effy would have pushed bishop away, off the bed, and scrambled from the sheets, leaving the room entirely. but she wasn't quite strong enough yet. instead, she settled for glaring at him with all the world's anger, hurt swimming through the depths of her blue orbs. she bit her tongue for a long time, just glowering, staring unblinkingly at the vampire, the only person, who could frustrate her so much. her teeth ground together and in one fluid, but not quite fast, movement, she placed her hands on his chest, pushing him back as hard as she could manage. it probably felt gentle to him, but the look on her face spoke otherwise.
"fine." she gritted her teeth together, slipped from underneath him and swinging her legs off of the bed. she knew very well that this endeavor would not end well, but she could at least get herself to the other room to prove a point. she hoped the water did more than she thought, and stood up. luckily, she remained standing. throwing him a glare over her shoulder, she lifted her chin and strutted from the room, trying to hide the trembling of her knees as she did so. once she exited the doorway, finding herself in the living room, she side-stepped, disappearing from view. it was then that she leaned against the wall, sliding down to the ground and taking a few deep breaths from the effort of her premature movement.
she closed her eyes, tilting her head back to lean it against the wall and letting out a soft sigh. her arms rested on her knees, drawn up to her chest. she breathed in, and out. in and out. she let her thoughts wander, going places they shouldn't have gone. of course her thoughts never went places they should. that was just the point, though. she couldn't speak words if they were unacceptable, but she could think them. it was her safe haven, her mind. a place for venting. a place for peace. she took that moment of silence to grieve over the apparent loss of a job. she gritted her teeth together for a moment before huffing and lifting her head once more, staring at her feet with molten blue eyes.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 31, 2012 0:19:14 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: 451 The Notes wassup. Her reaction had surprised him, to say the very least. When she slipped out from beneath him Bishop found himself staring at the empty wall before him, his eyes slightly more rounded than usual. Perhaps his control over his emotions was even better than he expected them to be. Part of him had half expected Effy to see through the farce as she was always so good at catching him in a lie. But maybe he had finally struck a nerve. Wasn’t it funny how quickly a few words could change a conversation? A few moments ago they had been opening exchanging thoughts without argument and then with a simple swing of things Bishop had her out the door quite literally. His intentions had simply been to see if she would… well, he supposed that his intentions were to see if he could get her to be afraid of something. It may have sounded a bit stupid now but it had only been to prove a point and hopefully get her to understand that she was capable of such an emotion. It seemed like rage had been the only thing that she had felt then. There had gone fearless Effy yet again.
For a moment Bishop stayed where he was, only turning over so he could sit properly and watch Effy proudly remove herself from the room. Even with the shaking in her knees she pulled it off quite well. But you didn’t need to be physically strong to be strong. Effy seemed to realize that more than most did… He let a few silent moments to pass him by, knowing very well that she had not left but instead lingered somewhere just outside of his bedroom. When he finally did rise he took his time and strolled over toward the door, leaning against its frame, and easily found Effy outside of it sunk to the floor.
“Apparently my scare tactics need to be revised,” he suggested aloud and mostly to himself. His eyes did fall to her though and stay there. The slightest hint of guilt was gnawing at him but he easily pushed it aside when he reasoned with himself that he had only done it for the girls own well being. Even if he had not he should have not felt anything for it. She was only supposed to be the donor. Why couldn’t he have just a donor like most other vampires? Just some person who wanted his money. Was that too much to ask? He pushed this from his mind as well, deciding it was not the time. “You’re quick to argue, aren’t you?” he mused. “Where you at least afraid for your job, stubborn girl?” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 31, 2012 6:31:27 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;] it was strange. for all of effy's faults, for all her pride and recklessness, she had some good qualities too. for example, she had an amazing work ethic. effy had always had one, whether it was inherited from her father or learned over her time without him. hell, maybe she had gotten it from her mother. she didn't know. sometimes she wondered if her father needed to work all that much, and wondered where he was the nights he never came home. they were growing increasingly often as she grew older, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was her he was trying to avoid. after all, so many people had told her she was a spitting image of her mum. she would take it as a compliment happily, if not for the fact that her mother was dead.
maybe her father felt guilty, or maybe he couldn't stand seeing someone who had once impacted his life in so many different ways. from love to hate to grief, all at once, and then to be given her, effy, his daughter. perhaps he truly did try, she remembered seeing him in bits as a child. but the worry would never leave her. so she had her jobs, numerous and still counting, that would be her friend and her ally and everything she worked for. so her jobs were important, hugely, in her life. when bishop followed her out of the room, leaning on the doorframe and looking down to her, she looked up with reproachful blue eyes, her lips thin and her brows slightly furrowed.
"you were trying to scare me?" she asked plaintively, because he hardly did a good job. she scoffed then, under her breath, and let her gaze drop to stare at her feet once more. she had worn her old dr. martin's today, and even though they were built strong and built to last, everyday wear had gotten hers to a sorry state. even the strongest fall down. crumble. a smirk flashed across her face before fading when he spoke again. yeah, she was quick to argue. she was quick to defend herself and anything she felt simply opposed the person she was arguing with. when his voice was left hanging in the air, one last question embeddeding itself into her skin, she lifted her gaze to stare at him. she did this for a long time, unbinklingly and neutral. "yes." she uttered the solitary word and let it sit, crawling around the room's silence like a jungle-gym, giving it time to play before she spoke again. "my job is all i have."
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 31, 2012 11:17:39 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: 635 The Notes wassup. If ever there was a bullheaded person Effy was even worse than them. Even now after admitting his attempt he felt like she was just going to shoot some smart words back at him, those intense blue eyes cutting into his flat greens. However, Effy did not jump from her seat on the ground and instead, quiet pathetically, asked a question. All he did in response was nod gently and continue to look down at her frail body. She was a sorry sort of sight sitting there on the floor of his apartment though he somehow doubted that she was completely aware of that only because he knew how stubborn she could be. Still he couldn’t help but feel somewhat bad for his ploy no matter how many good intentions he had in mind. Obviously she could not understand them so he was more than willing to drop it then push a point. That left him feeling confused as to where he should go now. He could simply leave her where she was and let her gather up her strength until she wanted to leave the place. Or he could take up her slender body again and drag her to a more comfortable surface. He really wasn’t sure since he found himself surprisingly uncertain of what she was going to do and how she would react. Moments before she had left him surprised and he half expected her to do something like that again.
The vampire let her sit where she was and he stayed settled in the opening to his room. Like earlier his face held no amount of feeling on it and his body langue had altogether disappeared with the stillness of the moment. Effy seemed to be equally still but it was not uncommon for her to match him. For once he did not enjoy the silence that had fallen between them. Perhaps it was so uncomfortable because he was standing in a doorframe and she was sitting grumpily on his floor. Despite her smirk, he assumed she was still annoyed.
“Don’t be stupid,” Bishop, the words so light that they were lost to him within moments, murmured. It was almost eerie how much her situation continued to remind him of his own. They had a few difference, yes, but nothing that was strikingly unique. They had their own ways of self destruction and their own personal reasons for it (even if Bishop sometimes assumed maybe he was born like this) but Bishop knew that her path was going to lead something similar to his own, all those years ago. It was not a trail that he would recommend for anyone to follow. Especially when it was someone who had a few things in common with himself. She may not have realized it now but death would do her no good and it would bring her small family even more grief.
Bishop stepped from the entryway, listing his chin to look away from her as he headed over toward soft cushions of the coal colored couch. He plopped himself down in it and draped his arm over the side to rest his chin in a palm again. From there he watched her silently with little thought running through his head now. He had decided that he was not certain with what to do with her. He had also decided that she had enough mind of her own to make a decision herself. She could stay or she could go. In either case, Bishop would not chastise her decision or make any comment on it. It would just be. Although, he decided that he would try to coax a choice of action out of her.
“How long do you suppose you’re going to sit by my room? Suppose you’d make a useful doorstop.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 31, 2012 12:55:32 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;] have you ever wondered about your old friends? the question popped into her mind out of nowhere, leaving effy thinking back to her childhood, to school. she had gone most days, but with no one telling her to get up in the morning, there were often days she just decided to lounge around and stay at home. she always passed her grades- to some degree, anyway. she had friends, people who she adored and who adored her right back. it was only after her graduation at eighteen that she lost herself in losing her fear. she didn't keep up contact with them, even though she occasionally found a text on her phone from one of her old haunts, asking how she was doing.
she never replied. sitting in the dwelling of a vampire, sick and frail- well that was certainly not a guess they would have and she was not going to tell them, nor was she going to lie. so she kept to herself, all of her newfound problems and tangles were her own to keep. they were like secrets, or like little treasures that she knew would destroy her in the end. she could see her fate as clearly as if someone had placed a crystal ball in front of her. she was heading nowhere fast- she was heading down, down, down. but sometimes that was not a bad thing- because a spiral could only lead to the bottom, and then you had nowhere to go but up. blinking as bishop moved to the couch, making himself comfortable there, she watched him idly, her gaze mild and her annoyance fading. for all effy blunt was, she was hardly one to hold grudges.
she smiled then, at his question. her eyes gleamed in amusement as she peered back at the doorway and then over to bishop once more. "i could sit in this spot for awhile." she answered plaintively, but shrugged her boney shoulders. "although i'd rather not have a sore ass later from sitting on the floor." with that, she slowly got to her feet. it clearly took effort, but once she finally stood and stepped away from the wall, she felt a little better than she had before. her knees still trembled, but she felt more steady than she had on her walk from the bed to this particular spot. so she stood for a moment, regarding bishop silently and basking in the glorious ability to stand, before making her way over to the dusty old couch and taking a seat on the opposite end of it. she sank into the cushions as particles of dust flew into the air, swirling around her head and causing her to let out a rather violent sneeze.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Jan 31, 2012 23:09:11 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: 639 The Notes wassup. The keen eyes of the vampire watched her as she pushed herself up from the ground. For a moment he wondered if he should have gotten up and tried to help her from the spot. But Bishop decided against it, instead finding himself once again amused at the girl’s sheer willpower. He kept all comments and praising to himself though as she pushed her way over to the couch, wobbly legged and all. But she made it and that was all that really mattered. Obviously she was not as weak as either of them had expected her to be, a very good sign but Bishop was still unconvinced that she was truly healthy enough to take on the task that she had basically signed up to do. He would have to keep his fangs to himself for a little while. Bishop was sure that he could successfully accomplish that since he could prove to be equally stubborn when he needed to. Not to mention keeping her alive and well was probably in both of their best interests (maybe Bishop’s more than Effy’s, unfortunately).
A cloud of dust rose as she fell onto the opposite end of the couch. Bishop didn’t even have to look her way to see the particles drifting and swirling around the air. It was obvious that a thorough house cleaning needed to be done but Bishop really had no inspiration to be cleaning the place up. What was the use when he was the only person here and he hardly cared about the appearance of a place he had no attachment to? If he lost the apartment on this very night he would merely shrug his shoulders helplessly and move onto the next homestead. It was the nomad in him that really did not mind moving around. He couldn’t stay at his home very long anyways. It was dark, lonely, and not at all interesting. The world beyond was so much more fun, he knew. Even if most of his actions were halfhearted he still knew that the adventures beyond his doorstep would block the darkest thoughts that lurked in his mind.
As the girl sneezed Bishop raised a brow. He looked over toward her, features still very plain. “Oh, that’s what I love about you,” he spoke evenly and sarcastically. “Your lovely womanly ways.” Bishop couldn’t help but let a smirk curl onto his lips while his eyes wandered away and starred around the room at the barren walls around him. He couldn’t blame her for her reaction to the dust and even looking over the walls confirmed this. They were just as bad as anything else in here. Not that it looked dreadful, it just did not look like it had been lived in for several… months or years maybe. Bishop paid it no heed though and soon brought his eyes back over to the form on the couch, his sharp grin returning his lips as he watched the dust resettle and Effy’s form clear.
“How do you plan on finding your way back home tonight?” he questioned her impassively. Then he added in a murmur, “If you plan on finding your way home tonight, that is.” Effy did not seem so happy with her home situation and never was eager to return. She had made this obvious to him on one of their very first meetings and had nearly driven him insane with all of her complaints about having to leave. He grinned, tilting his head back, and waved a hand to gesture about the room. “Or perhaps you plan on staying to nag me of things not worth mentioning?” he jested lightheartedly. “My home is not for the likes of you, however. There is nothing of interest here and you would surely grow tired of the place just as I have.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Jan 31, 2012 23:27:30 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;] home was a sad place for effy blunt. it was a small run-down bungalow with mismatched panel siding and a door with paint that was chipping badly. the home's interior was dusty, old, and stained with messes of the past. the carpet was a dark red color, maroon almost, with old furniture that ws picked up from the thrift store. the kitchen had dirty dishes piled high and was constantly a mess.
effy's father's room was empty- pristine, showing his absence. her room was a stark contrast, cluttered and all over the place. she had an old quilt and old sheets, stitched with multiple patches to keep them lasting longer. her floor was scattered with magazines and catalogs that helped her in job searching, and kept her sane during the long hours of the day. her vanity was old, also an antique, with a cracked mirror and a burnt out light bulb, not that it bothered her any. her closet was full of old clothes, ones that were from the thrift store of hand-downs from people she knew.
she was never at an advantage, and she was never pleased to go home to that place. it looked thoroughly lived in, and not at all loved. it was a place that brought both pain and unease to effy's mind and heart. when it was brought up in conversation, she grimaced and bit her tongue, trying to keep silent for as long as she could. she attempted to think over her plans and found that she had none. this was nto entirely expected, and she never figured she would have ended up here, in a place she could easily get lost in without knowing how to navigate.
"i hadn't thought that far." she answered honestly, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes, staring at her lap for a moment before she blinked, her gaze flickering up to bishop. "your place is fine. certainly better than mine." she spat the last word out with particular dislike, shaking her head and pulling her legs up onto the couch, leaning against the chair's arm. she shrugged again as he finished, her blue eyes neutral and mild. "it's not like my place has anything of interest either. maybe a magazine or two that with articles i forgot i've read, but that is all."
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Feb 1, 2012 1:25:08 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: 506 The Notes wassup. All he could do in reply was shake his head, still with a grin lingering on his lips. Perhaps she could see some kind of potential or solace where Bishop saw none. He had been inside of her home, only on a few occasions, and could admit that it was no castle. But Bishop had lived in bad and good and managed to ignore any mess he had come by. It was different than this place was as it had been thoroughly lived in by at least Effy. How else could a place become messy unless someone lived or at least visited it? Then again Bishop could have only thought these things because he was uncomfortable with empty walls he surrounded himself with. He could live with them but that did not mean that he took pride in them or loved them. Really, they were just as plain and boring as his range of emotions. On the surface he could be just as dull as these rooms.
Bishop tilted his head away from her so that his fingers could rest before his lips. Again the jade eyes came alive with the burden of thought. In his mind he was considering what had taken place between the two of them earlier in the night. There had been a moment of weakness and hostility. It had surely not been one of Bishop’s prouder moments and it bothered him to recall it. What bothered him most about what had conspired though was how well she had managed to read him. Had he been an open book or did she just happen to be really good at getting under people’s skin? Surely it was the former that held more of a chance! Bishop had gone throughout his entire life having an ability to cover up his emotions. He had trained himself to be calm and give nothing away.
The thoughts of what had happened in the tunnel were forced away. He pressed his eyes closed a moment to see them off and to collect the thoughts that had to deal with the present. A human was sitting in his home. It was a home that really had no amenities for her kind. At least, he did not have an abundance of things that humans need food and drink wise. He had water, yes, and maybe something edible somewhere around the kitchen but he wasn’t certain. He was hardly here anymore. Wait… why was he concerning himself with this? His tongue was a step ahead of his mind though.
“Suppose you can stay here tonight then, if you’d like,” he suggested sounding mostly distant and not interested in her choice. “Since you seem to enjoy my dust covered realm.” He flicked the surface of the couch, which produced a puff of dust, to prove his point. Then he looked back over toward her and furrowed his brow. “But you are to be out by morning. I doubt I’d be able to get any sleep knowing you’re lurking about and asking questions.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Feb 1, 2012 10:20:32 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;] company was always best given graciously, but when bishop spoke with his nonchalant and rather distant voice, the effect seemed to be the same. maybe the problem was that effy knew what he was like, how he would grow distant in inappropriate situations, and she let it slide. she did, however, narrow her ocean eyes and give him a long, silent stare. her lips never parted in an argument against his words, or rather the tone they adopted.
"that would be nice." she mumbled, a small smile toying with the corners of her lips. she watched him think, his jade green eyes working and forcing thoughts that she could tell he was not used to. she supposed he never really had guests. it was funny, and she almost laughed when he patted the couch, watcing dust swirl into the air as if wind were present here. "i will be." she added, her voice clearer but quieter. she meant it too, for all intents and purposes. she would wake up and head out- she may even set her cell phone's alarm to give herself a time. but all in all she guessed he would rouse her the next morning to get her up and out. he had a life, she supposed, even if she didn't. tilting her head back to stare at teh cieling, she frowned at his last comment.
"you know i'll be sleeping. i don't sleep-talk." she pointed out, and she was right enough. effy was never told of unconscious adventures she had, and she always slept soundless and still. sure, she moved every now and then, shifted in her bed. but she always stayed silent, as if the closing of her eyes put a lock on her lips. in a way, it did. she was whisked away into a world of dreams too beautiful for words, or too horrifying to mention. a land where nothing was the same, but everything was usually how she wished it would be. even the nightmares, the death. sometimes she wished for that. on the other hand, sometimes she wished for a happy ending because, well, everyone deserved that.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Feb 1, 2012 11:02:09 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: 561 The Notes wassup. It really did not bother him when she agreed that she would stay here tonight. Even if he honestly could not understand why someone who rather sleep in the kingdom of dust he let his questions slip away, knowing they would be pointless to ask her. He could allow her to stay here though but mostly because there were still a few hours left before the sun would be peeking up over the horizon which meant that club Temptation would still be going strong. He was sure that he could slip in very unnoticed and if anyone brought up that they hadn’t known he came in then Bishop could just shrug it off. He wasn’t one to parade around and make his presence known to the entire world. He was the furthest thing from flamboyant and loud that there was and it would not be the first time he had been unaccounted for because of how quiet he often was. But the one trait that he did have (that helped him in these situations) was his convincing calm. A stoic look and shrug of his slender shoulders could get him out of almost anything unless that old witch Anastasia was about. The two of them were not so fond of one another and the only reason he had lasted at Temptation was because he could be intimidating when he wished it.
Bishop did not answer her. He could care less about her sleeping as long as she actually went ahead and did it and as long as she would be out of his hair when he came back in He also had little concern for where she slept and did not bother with mentioning anything to do with that either. She could pick a place and stay there for the night but he was not going to baby her and find her pillows and blankets. Effy, of all people, was perfectly capable of making do on her own. She had proved it to him more than once and he was convinced. Bishop was not really the doting type anyways and kind of half expected everyone to be able to take care of themselves since that was how he had been his entire life. What good was it to be alive and not be able to fend for yourself when you needed to? You were a useless burden when you could do not a thing for yourself.
The vampire tugged at the navy blue fabric that was still damp against his chest. He pulled it and watched it easily fall back to stick against his skin. It reminded him that the weather outside was not at all ideal for walking (unless you were Effy, apparently). “Suppose I’ll need a coat then,” he murmured, mostly to himself. He pushed off of the couch then and disappeared into his bedroom. A few moments he emerged, pulling a light black jacket on over himself. While he pulled his arms through the sleeves, he began to eye Effy silently; his eyes narrowed in what looked something like curiosity. Ultimately the look faded though and Bishop started back toward the front door, pulling his keys again from his pocket. He turned to her again.
“Try to keep yourself out of trouble. If you find any trouble locked up in here… I will be completely amazed at you.”
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