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Post by Decoii on Sept 9, 2015 8:31:24 GMT -5
(Orfeo, picture and roleplay of itty. When he first notices her for the first time right after dropping Asumi off at Ryan's apartment in the neutral lands. If something doesn't make sense just tell me and I'll edit it.)
She hated this place and everyone in it almost as much as she hated them. The ones that walked just outside of the orphanage's gates. Watching and staring, laughing and making fun of them. This is what she imagined it would feel like to be a caged animal, longing for the outside world while fearing everything she saw. But she wasn't alone in her cage and there was much to fear inside of it as well. She hated the gate and would rather stay in the room she was given. However, this place ran on a schedule and every day they played outside. Having been forced into going outside as well, she had chosen a spot towards the back. Where the L shape building that was the orphanage met the gate that separated them from some trees and tall grass to the highway below. It was the farthest location from the screaming kids that she lived with and the people that walked on the sidewalk besides the other gate.
No one bothered her, no one talked to her, and she didn't have to worry about strangers. She could peacefully watch the tree's or stare at the drop, listening to the cars below. Sometimes she'd watch the people outside of the gate too. She lowered her head and glanced quickly at the occupants in her favorite spot. A small group of kids laughing and joking and in her mind, probably trying to figure out how they would torture her the next time around. But it wasn't just them and she knew it too. It was everyone here. After all, the ball that had been tossed around had found her head one too many times and she was forced to walk along the gates and find safety in the very thing that made her feel the most uncomfortable.
She walked with her fingers brushing along the gates, focusing on the grooves of it and on the feet of the walking strangers rather then their eyes. She hated all of this and wished that she simply would have never woken up from her coma. What was the point anyways? To be bullied, to be called 'depressed', to be the 'introverted child', to be in constant pain and fear? Most of the kids here fit along with each other and she was constantly reminded that she wasn't a part of that group because she wasn't wanted. Her things were constantly stolen or broken, she was constantly hit or pushed. Constantly pushed into being the clown of the-
Her thoughts had been interrupted when something sharp hit the back of her knees and she went falling on her knees. Yelping lightly, she moved her hands in front of her to avoid falling further down as she was surrounded. "I'm sorry, it was an accident!" Someone called out and she got up only to be pushed again. "Hey, at least I finally got you to make a noise, you sound like a dog, no wonder you're a mute."
"Maybe we should get her to bark?- shit, Ms. Payne is coming!" Just as soon as it started it ended and she was thankful that Ms. Payne raised her head up and helped her. Of course the moment the kids stop circling her Payne's attention was back on her phone and all she could do was continue to walk along to gate. The shorts that she had been given had done nothing to cover her knees and she could feel the throbbing sting coming from them. No doubt red and slightly bleeding but she couldn't find it in herself to care. Maybe she did deserve this and maybe she should be in pain. A part of herself wanted to lean down and dig at her knee's making them worse then what it already was but instead, she just watched people come and go and wished that she could be like them.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 0:06:05 GMT -5
Asumi was halfway alive, halfway dead, when he dropped her off at Ryan's place. Alive enough to figure out where he would be located at, dead enough that she was barely stuttering half of a sentence. It was difficulty to bring her around the city, having to conceal the fact that she wasn't quite herself to the general population whilst averting his blood red eyes to the ground whenever somebody walked by. Normally he'd stare them down, today he just did not feel like drawing any attention to themselves. Halfway there he started to wonder why he decided to bring her there, and then he remembered.
Asumi was a distraction from his daily routine, and the faster she was out of his hands the better his day would get. Of course, thoughts were thoughts, and Vaas was never one to disclose such thoughts to anyone. Especially Asumi. Had the girl know. The kinds of things he had wondered and thought about would more likely than none make her vividly upset at him. A lot of people would be. It's what he liked about how he was. Nearly mute in his respect. Now Vaas knew his scent would be all over her when he got her back to Ryan, and from what he could infer, her and Ryan had been close at one point. Yes, she had left their tent to live with him early on, back when the ressurected members of night star had been forced to share with each other. Though if Ryan tried coming for him, Vaas would easily deal with him. At this moment, however, he just wanted to get back to his home and think, as he always did. A normal routine. A quiet routine. A solitary routine.
It was on the way back, however, that he was stopped. A shift in the air? He was sensitive to these kinds of things, things that were odd. But this was the kind of odd that Vaas hadn't been used to. Almost a déjà vu sensation. Vaas stopped and looked around himself in the middle of the sidewalk. Things were strangely different. Perhaps it was because of a relief he felt of getting Asumi off his shoulders once more. For good perhaps.
He stood silently, and narrowed his eyes, blending in with whomever walked past him, dressed in muddy jeans and a black shirt ripped in certain places. His beard was growing close to his face and he had just recently cut his hair with a knife, a rude and almost brute manner that left it choppy at certain places, clearly unprofessionally, just up to his neck. His eyes trained in the lone figure at the other side of the fence, where he watched as she was pushed around and then left alone.
Vaas walked a little, in the same direction in which the girl had gone, watched for a few seconds in curious wonder, the. Turned around once more and slowly walked alongside the fence.
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Post by Decoii on Sept 11, 2015 9:14:01 GMT -5
She never let it show how much it bothered her to be bullied at this place and in all honesty she didn't think much of it as bullying. After all, she was just twelve years old and having never gone through all these problems she didn't know how to classify it. She was different, from the very first day that she stepped into this place and the difference just seemed to show more and more with each day that she remained. She was the stupid coma patient, the stupid Jane Doe, the stupid... The stupid Reject.
Sighing softly, she played with a link of chain before noticing that her hands trembled just slightly and her breathing was uneven. Blinking, she finally acknowledged the stinging behind her eyes and just sighed again. She wasn't happy and she didn't know what she was doing wrong but she knew that out of everything she was the one wrong. There could be no other excuse or another reason. She just wanted to... She didn't even know.
Her trail of thought froze when she felt something heavy on her. It wasn't anything physical but it felt physical enough to make her shiver. Like someone was watching her but there was an intense feeling behind it all that she just automatically looked up in time to see someone turn around. Who was he? Had he been watching her this whole time? She didn't know but something nagged her and with each step he took further away from her she felt like she couldn't breathe. Like he was familiar but she didn't know him and it bothered her that she wanted to see if he'd been actually looking at her or not.
Her gaze was heavy on Vaas and it felt like she was calling out to him even if she hadn't even opened her mouth or attempted to stop him. She felt insane but lightheaded all at the same time and honestly had no idea what she was thinking,.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 0:52:54 GMT -5
Vaas stopped himself for a few short moments, holding still at where he stood, seeming rather careless about those around him. It wasn't anything abnormal yet at the same time it was. First he never had a mate. He figured that such a gaze with enough influence to stop him would be something a mate would do to someone else, but he knew it absurd to assume this little girl would be his mate. So he thought, thought about the weirdly cold chill he felt when he imagined her in his head, a similar chill. For some reason he had the urge to go back and get a better, longer and lingering look at her face to see if there was anything about her that had caught his attention.
He couldn't sense any shifter nearby. He didn't feel endangered but he didn't feel comfortable. He took a couple of steps back then turned on his heels and stared back at her. He took in a sharp breath of hair and pressed his hands into his pockets. He huffed inwardly, his cold gaze turned warm, and his face lost the tense features it once retained. Silently he watched, for how long he didn't know, until a stray elbow bumped against him. He shook his head, sighed, turned, and walked off without a sound.
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Post by Decoii on Oct 16, 2015 15:29:18 GMT -5
She'd been living in a coma ever since the big drug scandal that took her family. To be fair, she couldn't remember anyone in her family and she couldn't remember anything in her previous life before she woke up on this system. She supposed it was all for the best and all though she did think about it often, she didn't feel anything when she thought about her family at all. No longing, no need. It was best that she was mute, otherwise her scheduled therapy sessions might fill up more time then necessary. Not saying that she didn't like sitting in a room for an hour three times a week.. She did, it got her away from everyone else and all their damn noise.
She had been told that she was living in a violent and dangerous environment and somehow, when the police came she was caught in the cross fire. She didn't know the details and from what she's gathered she knew enough to know that both of her parents were no longer living and she had been placed in the care of the state when no other relative stepped up to claim her. She was told that she was lucky though, they had only kept her alive because her brain was active and therefore, she was still somehow living despite the years in her comatose state. The day her brain activities ceased they scheduled the date in which they'd disconnect her from the machine that kept her breathing.
The day of that date, she woke up and here she was, in a foster system. It was still puzzling that she had officially died without dying. There was nothing left inside of her breathing body and then there was. She couldn't fully grasp this concept at all and she didn't even really dwell on it either. Regardless, she had little to offer whenever interviewed and she had less to offer her therapist. No one knew her name, her date of birth, or even if her parents were in fact, her parents. She was not in any official government system and it was assumed that she was born away from the hospital and no one bothered going to one out of fear of getting caught after having successfully ran from the police for so long.
Again, she didn't care. IT gave her less to worry about but more to think about at the same time. She tried not dwelling on those facts and that in itself was rather easy due to the people she had to deal with on a constant basis. It only confused her when it came to the red-eyed man that she noticed that day in the playground. She felt attracted to him. She felt a need to call out to him and run to him, to be near. She felt like crying and laughing at the same time. She felt insane.
But he had walked away without looking back and she'd been left in a daze. Soon after, she was shoved and pushed back into the building in which she lived in and she still couldn't figure out what was wrong with herself. She reacted less to the things around herself and dreamt of brilliant red eyes the night after. The two following days after she'd seen the stranger it had been raining. They were not allowed to step outside and instead, were all allowed to socialize in the playroom after lunch. Once again, she tuned out the noises of everyone around herself and took a seat by the window. Watching the quiet streets below and constantly looking at the spot in which she had last been able to see him.
She couldn't take him out of her mind and regardless of the other things she tried focusing on, her attention went back to him. Three days afterwards, she'd come to the conclusion that she wouldn't see the stranger again. By now, the rain had died and they were once again allowed to go outside. This was a distraction enough because she needed the fresh air and a bit of distance away from the hyper buzz that always surrounded everyone else. The ground was still drying and her favorite earthy spot towards the back of the yard was muddy so no one really bothered her. Everyone was just as excited to get out as she had been so she was glad that she'd be allowed some peace of mind.
Finally, she sat down on the cement and pressed her back against the dirty wet gate. Having the perfect view of not only everyone in the playground but the free unkempt range before the second gate that led to the highway below and the spot on the street where she had previously seen him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 20:51:54 GMT -5
Vaas would have still gone to visit again even in the rain. The rain was no object, in fact it was very well the least of his worries. He thrived in raw nature. He found himself sitting naked by the river as water poured all around him. No, his problem was not the weather. His problem was her. That girl. A little, insignificant human girl just like any other. Small. Fragile. No doubt easy to manipulate. Clueless. Unsure of the world around her. She was unexceptional, just like every other tiny human girl he had seen. Yes, she was unexceptional, yet she was so exceptional that... He didn't know what to think.
Was it that she was unexceptionally exceptional, or that she was exceptionally unexceptional? Was she more than what the images he conjured up at first glance made him seem to believe. Vaas would bite his lip, ponder, punch the ground in anger when he came up with no clue as to what to think. Frustration seeped in like a virus that festered and grew inside his mind - it was frustration mixed with confusion. These two emotions were as alien to him as every other human emotion out there. Vaas knew, and he knew very well, that inside he may as well be labeled as emotionally dead. A cold and calculating machine is what would describe him best. And yet here he was, feeling emotions he shouldn't be feeling over this little girl he had never met but felt as if he had known for a good portion of his life.
Vaas' world had literally been turned upside down. It was a dizzying haze of thoughts and theories and memories every so often mixed in with the occational blank stare as he gazed at the river or at the sky in wonder.
It hit him quick. He couldn't get her out of his mind, so he'd test her instead. His thought process being so simple even he was doubting himself as to wether this was a good idea to begin with. Vaas grunted as he furiously carved out a sharp edge from a thick, strong piece of wolf bone, aiming to test what the girl was all about. See how special she could truly be. He huffed, working unending against rock and nail for eight solid hours until the bone had formed a a sharp and jagged edge of which he tested on his own arm with exceptional results.
Vaas flipped the bone over and worked another three hours to give it a fine yet durable point, in the end having wasted away half of the main substance but having ended up with something worth admiration for the hasty and hurried work he had done with it. Despite the fact that Vaas had his own knife, he wasn't going to make it easier on the girl. The bone was rough, raw, and could easily strike back with a stinging bite if not handled with enou proper care, however it was small enough to fit inside the pockets of someone's trousers if he or she so wished. One side was flat and smooth, the other jagged and sharp, and so it ran through the entire length of the object from base all the way down to whittled tip. He looked at it, grumbled, and then wrapped a small thin piece of cloth around the base - This was the area where it should be held, but the cloth gave no protection to the sharp blade. Vaas himself made sure of that.
He stood, dressed hastily, stuffed the small makeshift bone knife into his pants, and left. Vaas walked thoughtlessly until he reached, an unknown time later, the place he had seen her before. And sure enough, without fail, he saw her. He looked dead into her gaze as she looked towards him, their two bodies separated by one fence he could easily climb over if so he wished. Emotions he had suppressed whilst working on the blade began to swirl around inside of him. Feeling the blade inside of his pocket with the tip of his index finger, feeling the jab of its biting teeth, he wondered if this truly was such a good idea to begin with.
Vaas closed his eyes for two seconds; the makeshift blade slid from his pocket to his hand, in between the fence grates, and landed with a soft thud on the dirt opposite of the side he was on, ripe for the taking. He had made sure she was watching this hole time and, taking one look back in her direction after opening his eyes again, Vaas slowly contied to walk.
The blade was hers for taking. He wasn't leaving, however. Vaas reached a small point where he could watch silently without being bothered, and watch he did, as he waited to see what this little girl was truly about.
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Post by Decoii on Oct 28, 2015 4:11:08 GMT -5
She didn't know why she had him on her mind, but she did. Maybe it was the deep shade of red in his eyes. They seemed endless and dark but shined at the same time and she had never seen anyone with that eye color before. As far as she knew, such a color wasn't possible but then again, she didn't know much at all. For one thing she was happy that he took her mind off of the stupid mindless people around her but for another she didn't like the feeling that seemed to wash over her when she thought of him.
She knew she didn't know him because she wouldn't be able to forget someone with those eyes, right? Then again, she couldn't remember anything of her past at all before the coma. So there wasn't anything to even try thinking back on. Still, it was like this annoying sensation in the back of her mind that screamed constantly when she even thought of him. With a sigh, she turned her attention down to the trees on the other side of the gate, the one that led to the drop off and was filled with the sound of the speeding cars below. Those sounds drowned out the laughter of the other kids playing around and she was glad that they paid her no attention. After all, they'd been locked inside too for the last couple of rainy days and they were making the most of their time outside. Thankfully, that didn't including using sweet little Itty as a rag doll and throwing her around- she knew she had enough of that for the rest of her life.
She felt a cold chill run down her back but refused looking. It felt like someone was watching her but the sensation was deeper then it normally was and her mind screamed at her to check if it was him. With a frown, she kept her eyes locked on the trees. Why was it that he took her attention so much and why couldn't she get over it? She was so determined on not looking that her mind started wondering off thinking about everything but nothing at all. It didn't even last more then a minute and before she even knew it, her eyes slipped away from the trees and she turned to look right into his eyes. Finding him in the far distance without even stopping on the people that surrounded him. He blended in well, but to her he stood out of the crowd.
She saw him.
It was more then just seeing his and it was more then just knowing he was there. She truly saw him and she didn't even know the depth of it or it's full meaning but she didn't really have the time to think of it. Maybe it was because he saw her too. He had been the first person to not just look past her as their eyes traveled to all the other kids. It made no sense and she was sure she was going insane at this point. So she forced those thoughts out of her head and turned all her attention on him.
She didn't know how long she stared at him and she wouldn't even have realized she was doing such a thing if it wasn't for the whistles that indicated that it was time to go inside. A few of the workers spoke to the kids and the commotion made her look away and notice that everyone seemed to be rushing back inside. With a blink, she stood and looked over at him, just to notice him much closer then he'd been before. Curiously, she walked along the gates without looking away from him and by the time she made it to the gate that separated the two of them he had dropped something on her side and had continued to walk away.
If she wasn't such a mute she would have called out to him in confusion. It hadn't looked like he'd drop the item accidently but she was still hesitant. However, the feeling that it was for her was overwhelming and she realized that she couldn't just stand there and stare at it. Someone else might see it and pick it up and she couldn't risk it being another thing taken away from her especially since she still had no idea on what it was. A shout and some laughter made her jump to action and she quickly walked towards it, picking it up and hiding it inside of her clothing while keeping her eyes on the adults as they ushered the last of the line inside the building. With one final look in his direction, she rushed inside behind everyone else and went up to the floor that held her room and the bathroom that they shared.
Closing and making sure to lock the door, she took out the item and held it up carefully. Her eyes widened when she realized what it was- Was he insane? The shock almost made her drop it and she didn't know what to do. She was a child, they weren't allowed to have sharp objects but this wasn't like the silver knives she's seen before. It was something else and it was obviously hand made. She couldn't help but see it as something beautiful- a beautiful gift. But despite the confusion on why he'd give her such a thing and despite knowing that she would be in so much trouble if she was caught with it, she didn't feel the urge to get rid of it. This was special and it was hers. The first thing that had belonged to her and it was her secret. No one knew about it and without even knowing it she made herself a promise that no one would ever take it away from her.
Quickly, she wrapped it in a series of napkins and hid it at her side, using her clothing to hide it as well as hold it close to her person. She flushed the toilet and turned on the cold water to the sink to mock her actions inside the bathroom while she struggled to arrange herself around the blade. It wasn't like she had anywhere to put it either. She had a bed and a dresser but everything was opened to her four roommates and history showed that they weren't scared of going through her things and breaking them. It was one of the reasons that she didn't have anything like all the others. They had toys and gifts and things that reminded them of home or had been given to him by others. She had absolutely nothing. Blankets and clothing given to her by the workers but those were taken away from her by the workers and washed or switched as they see fit.
She would use what she was told and take what she was given. She'd never call those things hers and she wouldn't be attached to them either- she knew that nothing here belonged to her. So how would she hide this? She had no idea and for the rest of the day she went on trying to figure those things out. How would she keep this without anyone knowing? Why did he even give this to her to begin with? Regardless, she looked forward to the next day if only to go outside and hope she'd see him. Maybe then maybe she'd understand what this was about.
The next day, it rained.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2015 2:04:36 GMT -5
The rain, Vaas felt, was good for his skin. It was good for his situation too. Humans for some reason or another did not enjoy going out when it rained. They became sick, and the young and elderly could easily catch a fatal cold from the water. To him there was no effect. He was just as strong and just as satisfied when it rained as when it didn't. The rain, however, formed somewhat of a canopy. Vaas did not stand out as much. He was better blended in and less easy to spot.
So he sat outside, by a tree, watching the usual spot. Of course he should have realized that she wouldn't have come out. But then he thought that it wasn't by her own free will either. She didn't choose when she came out or when she stayed. Vaas almost snarled softly, unable to get her off his mind angered him. Or was it that he didn't see her this day? Such bothersome thoughts plagued him for the rest of the day as he watched silently and still as a shadow. His gaze fell upon the silent Windows as the hours ticked on by. ((We should time skip))
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Post by Decoii on Nov 19, 2015 4:16:47 GMT -5
They had grown bored of the days locked inside. Restless they all talked and played and got together, bored of the routine and looking to do something exciting and fun. She had been kept awake by her own racing thoughts, the now warm metal against her side was a constant reminder that did nothing to ease her mind. She didn't know how late she managed to remain awake but she fell asleep less then an hour before the sun rose. She tossed and turned in her sleep and was woken up not long after by an extremely loud shout into her ear. She jumped from her bed, started and confused. Blinking rapidly to adjust to the world around her and being completely terrified out of her mind. Tears stung her eyes and once her ears stopped ringing she registered laughter and finally focused in on the three girls laughing at her expense. An adult called and the girls ran out of the room, leaving her completely shaken and terrified.
Biting her lower lip, she felt for the blade and once assured that it was still besides her and safe she got up and went to grab her change of clothes. Her whole body trembled as she made her way across the room just to see the folded items drenched in orange juice. Nodding softly, she dressed herself in the same clothing she's worn for the last three days, besides her sleepwear and headed off. She couldn't manage to find it in herself to eat or do much but keep her head down and take it. Today they were being harsh again. Kicking her and pushing her when no one was looking, doing bad things and blaming her. Today she wished she was out. It was all so overwhelming she just kept wishing to be let out of this cage that she called a home.
No one liked her anyways so wouldn't it be best for them? She would go to the bathroom often and stare at the sharp object. Turning it in her hands and wondering if they would leave her alone if she would hurt herself. If she would cause herself pain for them would they cease to find amusement or interest? The idea's felt morbid in her mind but she didn't act on them, instead, she went to the arts and crafts classroom and sat down, silently scribbling on a paper. IT didn't take long for them to come, running their fingers through her hair and talking about how pretty it was. Purposefully pulling roughly when no one looked, making her flinch. Regardless of the pain, she did nothing and said nothing.
"We should do hair styles!" And the pulling kept on getting harder and harder.
Itty didn't see it coming, she supposed that she could have if she hadn't been so mentally far away. She should have seen the scissors and she should have ran before they did what they did. Hell, she couldn't even find it in herself to react once she laid eyes on her hair. A large amount of her hair had been tossed on her desk, cut. A fist full of hair that was cut to an inch below the level of her eyebrow. She never cut her hair, she never allowed for such a thing and they had just....
Grabbing the hair she stood from her desk and slowly walked to the room. She laid on her bed feeling absolutely numb and tired and woke up after everyone had fallen asleep for the night. She was alone in the room once again and quickly looked around before getting up and grabbing a jacket. She quietly snuck to the lower level and faced the back door. At this time of night she knew that there were only two employees working, a guard and a social worker and they both did nothing but stare at their phones. She had made it this far and she didn't even hesitate to open the door and run towards the gate, which was locked off by a thick plastic rope chain and a lock. Taking out the knife, she started trying to cut her way through the chain.
She didn't feel like herself, she didn't feel right and in fact she would say that she didn't feel at all. She had finally taken one too many hits and she just couldn't do it anymore. She was so deep in her mind that she didn't even notice the guard sneak up behind her until she was grabbed and turned around. A sharp pain on her hand caused her blade to fall out of her hands and towards the side and she realized that the guard held a gun up to her. But that didn't stop her from going for the blade. She was determined, she had almost cut through the rope.
For the guard she was now being hostile and once she didn't stop when he commanded that she did, he acted quickly. Grabbing her hair, he tossed her to the side like a rag doll and then moved towards her to restrain her. But despite her fall and turn fresh bloody wounds on her arms, she got up before he could get to her and once again attempted to reach for the knife. He would hit her and throw her down, screaming at her to stay down or she would get hurt but she wouldn't. She was now covered in blood, rocks and dirt sticking into her wounds and scrapes. Her head hit the floor so many times she was disorientated. But she got up, and still tried. She took one more hit, her vision going black and the guard promised her that he would continue until she did as he said.
She didn't care, she needed to get out of this place. She needed it more then she's ever needed anything.
SO with the last strength she had, she fought against the guard. Killing and biting and hitting- anything to make her let go. It wasn't until her elbow connected with his face and his teeth sunk into soft flesh that he let her go. Instead of going for the blade she stumbled towards the gate and tried pulling. a small portion of the rope was still connected but she had no strength left to try to pull harder then she was. Before she could try again, something hard and sharp slammed into the side of her head and she was slammed against the gate, her head loudly slamming against it before she hit the floor.
She lost consciousness for a second and all she could register was a ringing in her ears and a vision so blurry everything just mashed together into grey. Blood covered her body from her bruises and it wasn't until he grabbed her by the head and lifted it that they both realized that blood was pouring from an unseen wound in her head. To Vaas the blood that poured out of Itty would smell like Ellie
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 4:35:21 GMT -5
Vaas. Watched. Everything.
Vaas was not amused in the slightest. In fact, Vaas was the angriest he had been in the longest time.
He felt a connection to this girl. Watching her be abused and disrespected in such a manner as she had attempted to escape bothered him, infuriated him. To see the plain disregard for her safety caused his blood to boil, to watch her be treated like another animal. Just some trash. Her determination eased him enough to think to an extent. He was amazed that she continued to get up over and over again. It was a determination he had never really seen too much. A will to fight. A desperation, almost. But then the smell overpowered the area he was watching from, and a deep snarl left him with anger.
Vaas jumped down from the tree and landed hard on the ground, bent over a bit before straightening himself up. He rubbed his hands against his pants, biting his lip as he easily watched blood drip from the girl. One drop of blood was too much blood she was losing. Protective instincts were taking over him, and as he kicked open the gate thanks to the rope having been nearly all cut, he found himself thinking that once more he was getting himself into something he shouldn't be.
Once more, Vaas was doing something he would not normally do for someone else.
Protecting.
Caring.
Vaas walked behind the man holding her really fast, armed with nothing but his fists and a mean look on his face that screamed bloody murder. He tightened his fist and without thought he threw one hard punch aimed directly back of the man's neck, hoping for a best case scenario of killing him instantly, and looking at a worst case scenario of missing and having to trouble himself with fighting him.
Vaas wasn't sure what occurred in the next few moments. There were sounds but there was also a sort of strange silence he had grown accustomed to. He blinked and stared at his two large hands, trembling, and absolutely drenched in blood. Foreign blood. Absolutely none of that blood was his, actually. He gulped, looked to the side, and noticed a lump of what would have resembled a human being if you looked at the body. The face, however, was a different story. Bashed in with rage, having been slammed against the bars of the fence in the same manner as the man had done to the girl, only with twice the force and double the amount of times. The body wasn't moving.
It was dead.
He gulped and fought the urge to lick his hands as he looked over in the other direction. There was another lump. This one? Alive. Alive and breathing and... He wasn't sure if she was terrified, glad, or both. He stood up straighter and, turning to face the girl he risked so much of his sanity for, extended a hand out to help her up, attempting his best to not look intimidation. But this was Vaas. To try and not look intimidating was a task in itself.
"Coke," he murmured lightly in a heavy accent.
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Post by Decoii on Jan 27, 2016 3:58:53 GMT -5
Her head was swimming and her vision was a blur. There was a pounding in her ear that made her want to stab herself continuously until she was sure she couldn't hear anything- much less feel. She supposed that the constant drumming of blood running through her body caused her to still be conscious. Adrenaline was such a beautiful thing after all and she was a determined child.
She was trying to move away from her attacker but she felt like too much was going on. Although she wanted to scream and sob, she couldn't, so she held her bloodied fingers in front of her and looked at the blurred red that tainted her normally pale skin. She felt enveloped in her hair, minus the four inches of obviously cut hair, but the heaviness that rolled down the back of her neck and left ear was weighting her hair down and it felt absolutely sickening and wrong. She shivered again, touching her head and feeling a new hot wave of liquids run into her palm. The rush of warmth against her fingers snapped her out of a daze she hadn't even realized she'd been in and her body started flailing again. She wanted to move away from the man that had harmed her but she needed to get out of this place and he was blocking her only exit. So she was flailing in the sense that her body was wiggling in every direction and without any strength she wasn't moving anywhere anytime soon.
So, with what little dignity she had, she looked up to face her attacker only to see him... Being attacked? She was confused, it showed in the way her face twisted up as she looked at the two lumps that once resembled people. Where had the second one come from and why was the first one on the ground? She blinked her eyes a couple of times -it helped- and noticed the guard covered in red and the man with the red eyes now moving towards her. Instead of being afraid, she openly stared at him in what could be considered a childish way. But why was red such a strong color? Why was he covered in red and seeing from red and why--?
Suddenly, the courtyards lights turned on and the buildings doors slammed open, people rushing out to figure out what was going on and out of all possible things, Itty chose this moment to pass out.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 17:46:30 GMT -5
time was everything, and Vaas had so little of it now that he was beginning to become frustrated. Things weren't going as planned and he mentally berated himself over it, despite being fully aware of the fact that he had not really planned too much to begin with. But he was here now,cans he found himself needing to think on his feet. He looked away from the young girl for merely a second in order to point out where the noises where coming from, the next second he grumbled at the passed out body that lay before him.
He knew he should have left and never came back. He knew this was so against what he was like, he was beginning to not be able to recognize himself. And yet here was the man breakin practically every law he had placed upon himself as he scooped up the young girl in his arms, moving quickly to be about of the building before anybody truly knew what had been going on. His face was probably on cameras. They'd probably start out to look for her,caucuses him of having stolen a child. But Vaas didn't care. He rarely came to the city. He lived far enough where nobody would look, he was sure. By the time he even got a prospect, a small marginal thought, of showing his face in broad daylight to someone, everyone would have forgotten about him, what he had done, and who he was.
This much Vaas had planned, and he knew that the little girl would have no choice but to stay with him to survive. She'd have to learn what he knew,cod what he did, if at least vaguely. The last thing he needed was to carry the burdens of an entire second person on his shoulders. Looking down at her as he walked from shadow to shadow, he was almost tempted to drop her and go. Still, once more he could not bring himself to let go of her, and looking away even to just make sure that the coast was clear felt wrong.
He himself felt very wrong.
It wasn't until around a half hour more that he managed to get them outside city limits. Vaas didn't smirk or laugh out loud nor did his body even tense up in the slightest at his success, merely huffed under his breath as he adjusted slowly aching arms to better accommodate her in his grip and to make it easier to carry her. She was light, he thought to himself. Somewhat too light. Even for a young girl. He could recall vague memories of girls who looked her age weighing more. Or perhaps she was too light for his own strength? Vaas had no fish ready, though it was pitch black out, he figured he would have to wake up before dawn in order to get himself a meal...
No, not himself. Her too.
It had been a long time since he thought ahead for two people, not just one.
Two more hours of walking. Using his own intuition and knowledge of his natural surroundings, Vaas slowed down his pace a bit and started to take his time to get home.
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Post by Decoii on Feb 1, 2016 22:24:45 GMT -5
She didn't know what was going on.
Since she passed out until the moment that she woke up again she had no recollection of the events that unfolded. No, that was a lie, she had some memories. It felt like she had been floating and throughout the night she would open her eyes and see him. The sight was so confusing and in the darkness she barely saw an outline but before she could focus on it she would fall under once again and it wouldn't matter.
By the time she woke up it was far after noon.
She only managed to open her eyes and let out a long breath she felt like she'd been holding for forever. Blinking a couple of times she managed to focus on the sight in front of her and it was... Golden? Rays of gold piercing through thousands of leaves and she's never seen so many colors in her life. Then a bright breeze ran across her skin and she snapped out of her daze.
Automatically she jumped up with a gasp and realized that she was outside surrounded by thousands of tree's completely alone. She opened her mouth as to say 'what?' But no sound came out.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2016 0:02:20 GMT -5
Vaas carried her gently. She was a feather in his arms and although there was some discomfort from the proximity, it quickly faded away as his mind wandered off to other ideas. Thoughts ran wild, but then calmed as well. He took the time to appreciate the finer things of his surroundings, noticing new details despite how many years he had spent analyzing and analyzing over and over the nature of his surroundings. Everyday brough new surprises which he catalogued instantly: new methods by which to make weapons, plants he could mix for herbal medication, perhaps even a few berries he figured would do good for a light meal in the mornings before his daily patrols. He never really tired, his keen sight and sense of smell carrying him on throughout the night. Every so often he'd feel her move about in his arms; instinct wanted to kick in, but he forced himself to keep his heart from holding her any closer.
He didn't know this girl. She didn't know him. He felt like he knew her. It... Confused him.
There were still two more hours before daybreak by the time he arrived to the vague location he called home. His eyes scanned and noticed that everything was untouched. Leaves were unkrincled, his primitively yet effective traps hadn't been set off. The fire he had left burning had died out and was nothing but cold embers by now. A slight wind played with his hair and caused his skin to crawl. Vaas stood for a few moments and simply... Watched. He looked at the tree where they slept, and the little grass patch where they laid and stared at the stars, and the spot in the river where they bathed, and far off in the distance, barely visible to the eye, was the rolled up wolf pelt laying under a tree, in a spot where he could silently watch over her from a distance.
Vaas set the girl down under one of the trees, by the river. This spot was different from where he was before. He needed distance. It was more thickly forested, but it worked. It was clean and fresh and had enough space for himself.
He sat and watched her sleep silently throughout the night, hour after hour, unmoving, unthinking in fact. Sometimes he wondered what he would do with her once she awoke, but at one point he just gave up and figured he'd leave it for when the moment came.
Vaas bit his bottom lip slightly. His eyes had start to doze off far after noon had come and gone. He was hungry. She wasn't awake. Necessity and curiosity outweighed basic needs. Then she awake, with a start, and he awake too, though he remained still and calm. He watched her, thinking, bit his lip again, then slowly but calculating stood from where he sat. "Good," he said, thickly accented. He looked down at her, unblinking for the longest time. He remained silent though he felt like he had already said too much. A small frown almost formed on his face but he wiped away the need to do so quickly.
He should have though about what to do when she woke up. Vaas found himself at a loss yet again.
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Post by Decoii on Feb 16, 2016 14:48:31 GMT -5
Itty was, in all honesty, the equivalent of a blank canvas. She had no name, no history. She didn't have a voice or much that stood out and was worth looking at. She was pale, skinny, with long thick curly hair that currently was knotted up and crumbled up behind her head with dried blood. Her white dress was filthy with blood and dirt. So was her face and her arms but she didn't react much to the sight when she looked down and studied herself. Her eyes narrowed in confusion but soon enough she was looking at the tree's again and looking around herself.
She shifted and felt something soft gliding across her thigh, with a quick look, she noticed the pelt and ran her fingers lightly through it. Now she felt like crying. It had nothing to do with the pain in her head or the fear she should be feeling. But the pelt was soft and warm and something about it filled her with an intense stroke of sorrow. She would have cried had she not heard his voice. She looked up at him and sobered up quickly. She didn't like showing weaknesses in front of others. She'd been picked up for crying before and had learned her lesson.
She stared into his blood Red eyes but didn't make a single sound.
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