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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 11, 2010 0:56:03 GMT -5
Annibelle took a slow look over her shoulder at the masses of people behind her. Women trading their bodies for only a few hours of high, men giving themselves to men in the dark of the allies. She closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled, holding her breath as she pulled back the curtain to a tan and gold striped tent. Her bright, wide blue eyes searched the tent for any sign of movement as the stench-filled air rushed back into her lungs. Hmmmm. She moved slowly through the tall stacks of chairs balancing foot to arm, gently swaying back and forth. Her eyes stayed fixed on the chairs as she reached out and touched the edge of one, quickly pulling her hand back and holding it tight to her chest for fear of knocking over the astonishing sight.
The Tan And Gold Tent was strewn with many a interesting objects that were all foreign to Annabelle Lee though she had been to the carnival many many times. She quickly became bored with the trinkets and her head began to spin. The brightly colored and shiny things in the tent started to blur and tilt back and forth. Annabelle stumbled into a table, knocking over a set of tea cups stacked quite decadently. The china cups hit the dirt floor one by one, bouncing and then shattering into thousands of pieces. It had been days since she had come across any form of close to sanitary Z and the effects of the below-undermarket drugs was wearing on her body. In the back room of the tent there was a makeshift cot of tanned hides and feather pillows, she collapsed onto them, closing her eyes and clenching her jaw shut tight to keep the vomit in her mouth. Once the wretching in her stomach ceased she sunk into the lumpy bed and closed her eyes, quicky falling asleep.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 11, 2010 1:21:49 GMT -5
Graverobber wandered through the circus, musing the idea of finding any speck of humanity here. Carny freaks and scalpel sluts were all, and every once in awhile, he might stumble upon a black market surgery, one he would probably stop the moment he saw it, because of Annie. Dear, dear Annie. She was a peculiar one, fragile and sweet. She had that innocent charm, one he admired strongly. It was her mind, the world, her life that betrayed her. Not her. She was too quiet. Too nice. The world was vile.
A plink-crash startled his musings, and he looked up with a small snarl. Excited to investigate, GR slunk to the tent he heard it from. When he quietly opened the curtain, he saw the source of the noise: twenty or so china cups shattered on the floor. As he walked closer, he heard a faint sound, like breathing. A quick survey of the room showed him where the noise was coming from. Alarm hit him, and then a short blast of excitement. It was Annabelle, sweet Annabelle. He rushed to her side, picking her up gently. "Oh dear, why are you out here alone?!? You know better!" His tone was angry and harsh, but on the inside he was fluttering with joy. She had gone missing over three days ago, and it was all because of that rat, Jadey. Nevermind him, He thought, carrying Annie towards his hut, You have your little sis back.
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 11, 2010 1:37:55 GMT -5
A deep pain in her temple stabbed her, a repeating pain, slow and steady. After a few moments of the deep pain she came to realization that the pulsating pain was her heart pumping blood through her head, her foreign heart.
Annabelle looked up, she could tell that she was lying down, only she did not recall where she was. She could remember falling asleep to the loud festive noises of the carnival, but here it was quiet. Tranquil almost. She sat up slowly and moved back quickly against the thin, uneven wall, messing the covers all around her. The long, thick, black skirt she had been wearing completely covered her legs as she pulled her knees up beneath her chin. As she sat cowering against the wall, the only noise she could hear was her breathing. Her eyes would not adjust to the darkness of the room, Annie had always had bad vision. "Hello?" She whispered quiet enough to almost be inaudible.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 11, 2010 9:39:24 GMT -5
Graverobber's hand clutched his drink gently, and he sipped slowly. his ears were focused on the tiny 'living room' of sorts, waiting for Annabelle to wake up. She was dropping way low, obviously on bad Z. He'd seen this kind of thing before, although he could've sworn he taught her better. When he heard her wake with a soft "Hello?", he walked out there, standing across the room from the bed. "Annabelle? It's just me, you're safe." He cooed softly.
He crossed to her, sitting at the foot of the bed, rubbing her cold feet softly. After a few moments of silence, he began to speak to her. "Annie... What were you thinking? You know better than that..." His voice was soft and smooth, like satin. He kept stroking her feet, his expression matching his concerned voice. "Why didn't you come back? You know I can take care of you... There was no need to be stupid." There it was, his best attempt at being sweet. he couldn't help but be a little pissed at her, she was smarter than this. He was disappointed in her, and part of him hoped she knew that, and felt bad.
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 11, 2010 10:04:26 GMT -5
Her tiny fingers like bleached white bones against her black skirt clutched tighter to her calves as he came nearer. She listened to him, her eyes would not obey her command to adjust to the dim light. Cursing her eyes she listened for movement as he stopped speaking and took a seat on the bed. His hand felt like the warmth of being too close to a fire. I, umm.. She fumbled to find words, her muscles tightening with stress.
A cough came up from her lips as she struggled to speak. Her hand reached up from her leg and rubbed across her lips, she could feel the sticky black lipstick smeared away from her lips around her mouth. I heard Jadie yelling at you, and it..scared me. It felt like I was in the way, he needed you. So I went away for a little bit.. This nice man woke me in one of the back streets and he told me he would buy me a meal. So, I let him.
Annie's glazed and dialated eyes moved from his and searched around the dim room for something familiar, but she found nothing. I was itching really bad for a hit, and The Man said he had some Z he would give me. She looked back at him and with eager sincerety said, It looked legit, it really really did. I thought it was clean, he was nice.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 11, 2010 10:31:45 GMT -5
His eyes found a sort of nurturing quality, but the hardness and slight anger remained. He tried to be nice, but it wasn't in his heart to be sweet and tell her she wasn't at fault, she obviously was. He stopped petting her, recoiling and giving her a hard look. "Annabelle," He knew that would get her attention, he never used that name with her. "You know better. What was in your brain? Never take Z from a street vendor. Unless it's me. Get. That. Through. Your. Head."
His words were biting, and he stood, walking into the kitchen. He poured her a glass of juice and brought some pain pills. No Z, not now, she needed to come down off this crazy high. Damned if I don't find that son of a bitch that did this to her. Whether she knows better or not, he will suffer. With that thought, he brought the pills and drink to Annie, and sat down once again.
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 11, 2010 10:44:23 GMT -5
Annabelle let her head drop forward and her legs slide away from her body, her feet pushing against him. A quiet yawn, almost like the meow of a cat, sounded like a sweet song coming from her mouth.
Alright Graverobber, I won't. She resigned, taking the glass from him and sticking out her tongue. After he placed the pills on the tip of her tongue she closed her mouth and took a drink from the glass, washing the pills down with ease. Annabelle slowly drank down the rest of the juice. Graverobber?
Once she gained his attention she put her hand on his cheek and smiled a childish smile as she pushed his hair out of his face. Her hand returned to his cheek stroking it softly. You're soft Graverobber. She giggled softly. Where are we gonna go tonight? I wanna fly.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 11, 2010 11:00:07 GMT -5
Graverobber's heart broke a little, seeing his Annie so drugged up. She was screwed. And all he could do was wait with her. Graverobber was not a tender heart, not at all, but he could sympathize with dear Annie. She was much like the kid before her, so lost. He reached down and stroked her chin, a soft sadness touching his small smile. When he spoke, his words were tender. After all, this was his little sister.
"It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabelle Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabelle Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me." He opened his eyes that had fallen shut while he recited the age-old poem. He looked away, a quiet huff expelling from his lungs.
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 11, 2010 11:20:32 GMT -5
Annabelle's smile faded, Gravie, what's wrong? Her voice drug out into a whiny child tone. She scooted closer to him and moved her hand across his face to his ear, slowly rubbing up and down it with her thumb.
What's got you so down?
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Post by graverobber on Jun 11, 2010 11:41:58 GMT -5
"I'm fine." His said, an angry tone in his voice. He was over being upset. Now he was pissed. "That man was a bad man." He said, stroking her face slightly. This wasn't her problem anymore, it was Graverobber's. He was gonna track down that douche that hurt his favorite girl.
"Let's just say that he needs to be talked to. And hurt." He looked down at her, a light smile on his lips. But the moment he turned away, a malicious scowl came over his lips. He continued to stroke her, thinking of all the z peddlers he knew. Not many would risk crossing him, that's for sure. Now came questions. "Who was this man? What did he look like? Where does he peddle at?"
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 11, 2010 12:05:10 GMT -5
Her white teeth had great contrast against her black lips as she chewed on her bottom lip. The carnival, I believe. In one of the streets there. I was dancing around and singing, and he called out to me, from the dark. So I went to him. And oh he was cute, Graverobber! The blood in her cheeks boiled, giving them a dark pink pigment. He was a very handsome man, very young too. I think that I am older than he. He had perfect skin, like you! It was all real..not designer like everyone else.. Like me too. She trailed off, thinking of the x-shaped scar covering her chest. It would never heal, never go away like everyone else's scars. Her hand moved slowly, over her heart. I wish I had my own heart. Her voice was solemn, quiet.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 11, 2010 12:46:25 GMT -5
Graverobber looked at her, sadness in his eyes. She really was sweet, just so naive. He got closer to her, putting a hand over hers on her heart. "Annie, it doesn't matter. Your heart is much larger than the beating block in your chest. That means nothing. Your heart is not an organ, it's an idea. It's a feeling. Not this hunk of junk." He brought his hand up to her face. "Like your smile. It's not the look, although beautiful, it's the warmness behind it."
He leaned down and kissed her forward, a small laugh in his throat. Oh look, the fearless Graverobber has a heart! He hugged her tight, a big smile on his face. "I'll find the bad man, okay? There's no need to worry, huh? Big brother's got it." Another kiss was left on her cheek, and he sighed warmly.
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 11, 2010 13:22:48 GMT -5
Alrighty then. Annabelle smiled at him and scooted to the edge of the bed. She stood to her feet and leaned her head back so she could stretch. She turned back to him and took his hand, Come on... I wanna go get some Z
Annabelle pulled him up off the bed and drug him through the small livingroom area into his bedroom. She knew he kept his personal stash there, and was ready to delve into it. Her fingers unraveled around his once she was inside his room. She nervously chewed on her lip as she rushed to the cabinet and opened every draw, searching for the blue glow of the little glass viles. Graverobber? Where is it? Becoming more frantic now she didn't bother walking around his bed to get to the other cabinet, she simply stepped up onto it, tripping and falling forward. Once untangled from the blankets she stumbled onto the floor and crawled to the cabinet. Her faux heart raced as she quickly threw the drawers open, her shaky hands pilfering through the random objects littering the drawer.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 11, 2010 14:35:33 GMT -5
Graverobber watched her go through everything, sadness poking at him. She was beyond desperate. And he couldn't give her what she wanted. His feet carried him to stand behind her, and her picked her up off the ground, moving her on to the bed. He tossed blankets over her, curling up underneath them with her, making a discreet blockade.
"AnnieBelle..." Graverobber said, in a soft and careful voice, much like one would use with a child. "You can't have any Z right now, dear. You're ill. The bad man put bad stuff in it, okay?" He pet her face gently, holding her close, like she was a little girl. It was moments like these that GR usually avoided, moments he kept private to other people. If the streets knew how he acted with her, they would tell him he's 'gone soft,' they wouldn't respect him the way they did. It was true, he was one to fear, but this was like a soft spot. It wasn't like she was a scalpel slut, a fake whore. She was just sad and naive. She couldn't help herself, she needed a big brother of sorts. She needed him. And somewhere, he knew he needed her.
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 11, 2010 14:48:24 GMT -5
Anna's eyes closed as he touched her face, though she could tell where his hand was as the small light that lights your eyelids would disappear when his hand would cross her eyes.
Why though? He wanted a friend, and I sat with him. I was nice.... Her voice was in an inquisitorial tone. She realized as she spoke that the man that had given her the Z did not have any intentions of being her friend. She couldn't recall much after taking the hit, it was all a blank spot in her mind. She tried though, as hard as she could, to remember, but the thoughts simply were not there. They no longer existed.
Annabelle rolled onto her stomach and folded her arms, resting her cheek on the fatty part of her scrawny arms. The blue pigment in her eyes caught the tiny bit of night light that shone through cracks in the walls, reflecting it and making her eyes almost glitter. Graverobber.....Have you ever been in love? The childish curiosity she possessed poked out, but she was sincere.
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