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Post by graverobber on Jun 11, 2010 14:59:31 GMT -5
His eyes were soft, and he watched her as she spoke. To the first thing she said, he replied angrily. "You can't trust anyone in the streets until you've worked with them." The anger slowly melted as she asked her question, and he took a moment to think. He opened his mouth, and nothing came out. Slowly, his mind unfroze and he could about what she said.
"Well, Bellie," He thought a moment more, looking away. "No, I don't think I have. I don't think it really exists anymore, at least not the love you're talking about. I love you, but it's not the same. I care for you, and I know you'd do the same for me, but..." He tried to keep the acid in his tone down, his eyes fixing in the corner, his jaw tightening. "Our world has outgrown love. The world is based solely on looks. There is no longer genuine people, only fakes. That is, except you." He smiled and tapped her nose, focusing back on her.
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 11, 2010 23:24:46 GMT -5
Annabelle's eyebrows pushed together. I can't be the only real person left, there's no way! Her hushed whisper came in a rush, as though it were the most important thing in the world.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 11, 2010 23:40:47 GMT -5
Graverobber watched her, confused by the way her hands were moving. It was a strange pattern, and he was enthralled in the near-graceful way they moved. Watching her made him feel trippy. He stopped and looked back at AnnaBelle, his face growing serious. "You're sure you can't find anything?" He was irritated, this would slow down finding the guy.
"Annie... I'm worried..." It was almost hard for him to spit out the words, the anger building more. "I'm afraid that bad man hurt you. I'm afraid he put his hands on you, or took advantage of you. You don't deserve that." He was trying to be nice, be sweet, but all his mind could think of doing is shake her until she talks. The irritation spreading, and with her arms still moving, he reached out and grabbed them, his tone harsh. "Stop fucking playing around and tell me what happened." As soon as he said it, he regretted it. He didn't want to hurt poor Annie, she didn't do anything wrong.
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 12, 2010 23:48:06 GMT -5
Annabelle rolled onto her back and looked up at the cracked, peeling ceiling. I don't think I would've stayed gone forever. She shook her head and pulled her arms out from beneath the covers. She put her arms up straight in the air, using her pointer fingers to draw with brightly colored swirls that gave off glowing light.
Beginning there was a rose with many thorns and leaves curling off of it. I'm not even sure where I went. I remember The Man and taking The Z, but I do not recall the After Period, it's just..not there Graverobber. No matter how many times I check each room in my mind, that one little memory keels eluding me. Just slipping away like a piece of paper in the wind..
The sounds of her voice had become sing-song, or like a nursery rhyme. Her fingers had begun a very detailedly descriptive painting on his ceiling, which she could not reach, though every movement of her finger made another line in another color on the yellowed ceiling. But I know bathed my arms somewhere, because when you woke me up I could smell soap. Not like GenClean, but actual soap... What they used to bathe us with in the Group Home.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 13, 2010 0:13:08 GMT -5
Graverobber watched her, confused by the way her hands were moving. It was a strange pattern, and he was enthralled in the near-graceful way they moved. Watching her made him feel trippy. He stopped and looked back at AnnaBelle, his face growing serious. "You're sure you can't find anything?" He was irritated, this would slow down finding the guy.
"Annie... I'm worried..." It was almost hard for him to spit out the words, the anger building more. "I'm afraid that bad man hurt you. I'm afraid he put his hands on you, or took advantage of you. You don't deserve that." He was trying to be nice, be sweet, but all his mind could think of doing is shake her until she talks. The irritation spreading, and with her arms still moving, he reached out and grabbed them, his tone harsh. "Stop fucking playing around and tell me what happened." As soon as he said it, he regretted it. He didn't want to hurt poor Annie, she didn't do anything wrong.
[[I'm an idiot. I modified the post before your last post. >.< oh well, it was supposed to ge here.]] |
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 13, 2010 2:05:35 GMT -5
Annabelle cringed at his hands on her arms and pulled back, trying to wriggle them away from his grip. Let go. Let go, please. That hurts. Her voice was quiet, barely audible.
When he yelled the harsh words at her she gently pulled her hands away from his grip and pulled her knees up, tucking them under her chin. She rocked just enough for her to be able to feel the movement. The screaming had sent her into ptsd, it happened often. A lot of the time actually. With everybody in this world being so angry and stressed over the latest skin fashion she heard a lot of people yelling and screaming. Though she had become quite good at hiding the fits this one broke her, she let him see her. How messed up she was on the inside.
Annabelle's bright white teeth bit hard into her lip, puncturing the skin with ease. Crimson droplets fell from her lip, the taste of rust filled her mouth, and left small dots on the sheets beneath her.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 13, 2010 2:16:21 GMT -5
Graverobber watched her, unsure of what to do. He was growing uncomfortable, and felt terrible. Hesitantly, he reached out and gently stopped from rocking. "Annie... AnnieBelle... I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Big brother is sorry..." He said it in an estranged voice, curling closer. He had hurt his little sister, and she was already messed up enough.
"AnnaBelle.. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you, I promise. Just please stop rocking." He could cry he was so upset, and this was a rarity. Nothing in the world upset him more than anything when his AnnieBelle was hurt, because of him. He had driven her out of his home, then straight into a frantic episode.
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 13, 2010 2:33:35 GMT -5
The moment he laid a hand on her, her movement ceased. She exhaled, collapsing her ribs into her lungs and sliding out from beneath his arm. She stood and tucked her messy hair behind her ears. I am going to go spend the morning with Rennie, I will see you around. Her voice was stern and Grown Up, not the normality for her-soft, gently, friendly.
Annabelle could feel the throbbing in her head worsening but she turned to him anyways, her eyes filled with cold emptiness, nothing but black. Good evening. Her words were harsh but there was no controlling it now. Anna turned on her heels, walking out of the room. There was weight on her shoulders, their had to be. The heaviness of the awkward state, but she couldn't feel it. Or anything else for that matter. Her body had taken over, her thoughts were fading. It felt as though she was in a black box and the lid was being closed, the last bit of sunlight being etched out by the wooden lid.
five forty-three a.m. Annabelle woke to a change of temperature, her cheek. Something was touching it, well, not exactly touching it. But near, warming it. Like fire? Impossible, I dind't light a fire.
When Annabelle opened her eyes she was staring up, at the sky. Her fingertips were pushing into something moist and gritty. Sand? She closed her hand around it and held her hand in front of her face, slowly opening it. She had been correct, sand. But there isn't sand in the city... She froze for a moment and reluctantly drew in a deep breath. Blood, salt, mold, blood, salt, decay, blood. She exhaled and sat up, she could feel her clothes saturated. When her eyes adjusted to the light she focus on her legs. Her skirt was pulled up quite a bit from the position she had been in, showing quite a bit of pale skin. Well, once pale skin. What seemed to be her leg was stained a dark crimson. It felt dry but sticky all the same.
This has to be a dream. Annabelle stood and scanned the area. She was surrounded. By the souls of the dead. Bodies littered every speck of land and sea she could spy. But how did she get there?
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Post by graverobber on Jun 20, 2010 22:16:18 GMT -5
Graverobber frowned as she left, watching her every move. After she was gone, he huffed. Normally, he didn't have time with mysterious or cryptic people, and wouldn't have bothered. But this was his Annie. His little sister. Feeling extra sentimental, he stripped most of his heavy gear, then laid down to sleep.
6:00 A.M.
GR woke with a start, breathing heavily and sweating. As he looked around, he saw the position he was laying in. It was like he was protecting the other pillow. Something in the back of his mind went off, and all he could think of was AnnaBelle. His little cupcake. Another deep frown twisted his face, and he got up. His bare feet barely drug across the floor as he exhaled loudly and stretched. His limbs were weak and it seemed to take him forever to go through his morning routine.
Still, something seemed off. He backtracked through everything said last night, and remembered how upset Anna had been. She usually has a weird episode after these things... That alarm went off in the back of his head again, and he grabbed his watch. He called Rennie, who said Annie hadn't been there. Graverobber nearly hung up on her, then politely excused himself from the call and dashed outside. It didn't take him long to think of where she'd be, all he had to do was go to where her nightmares stemmed from.
Graverobber's boots trudged through the sand and around bodies, searching the banks almost frantically. After a half hour, he saw someone up ahead. Deciding not to scare her or let her run off, he sneaked around her, coming to approach her carefully. When he got to her, he reached a hand out. "Annie? Anna Lee?" He asked softly, trying his best to make eye contact. Please let her be alright.
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 20, 2010 22:29:37 GMT -5
A hard thump began to pound in her head, the consistency of someone leisurly knocking at a door. She raised her grimy hands and put them on either side of her head, shoving them deep into her hair. She grunted as she pushed harder and harder on the sides of her head in attempt to make it stop aching.
There was a sound, a slow sound. It sounded like a voice but more alien. Like she was underwater, muffled. Annie slowly took her hands from her head and turned around. Grave Robber stood before her, calling out her name, the sounds more clear now. Her head tilted slightly, how had he found her when she didn't even know how she got to the shore?
Hello, Grave Robber. The expression across her face seemed solemn and curious.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 20, 2010 22:48:30 GMT -5
Concern and relief washed over his face as he tried to find his Annie in her muddled eyes. She's looking too lost... He slowly pulled her to him, hugging her. She felt colder, and fragile. He gently pushed her back so he could talk to her. These motions had nearly convinced him she was a child again, and that tugged at his heart.
"AnnieBella, we're gonna go get some food, and a warm shower, okay? You're very cold, and it's yucky out here." With that, he picked her up carefully, cradling her like a bride, and walk towards town. It wasn't until then that he realized how far they were from the actual city, let alone Rennie's. "You sure did walk a long way, kid."
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Post by annabelle lee grace on Jun 20, 2010 23:09:02 GMT -5
Annabelle fell limp as he picked her up, resting her weight into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder, just above his collar bone, her face pressing into his neck. I guess, I don't really know how I got all the way out here. I mean, I could've walked. Her eyes fell to her lap and she played with the now frayed edges of her skirt, there were rips in places that cause strings to hang loose.
I wish I knew why I can't remember. Maybe I got sick?
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Post by graverobber on Jun 20, 2010 23:33:17 GMT -5
He looked down at her, she seemed to be a little clearer now, or maybe he'd just imagined all the dark clouds in her eyes. "I was pretty hard on you last night. I'm still beyond sorry for it." His eyes were true to the emotion, but his voice had fallen quiet. They were in a bad part of the city, the part that recognized him as big and bad. Where his fears feared him.
He fell almost silent, speeding through the near-empty streets, the sun still almost disappeared. Then again, the sun always seemed that way... He could hear voices here and there, and practically ran down one of the last streets until he came to his hut. He had dodged several deals, and even heard his name in a conversation or two. When they got inside, GR laid Annie on the sofa. "There we go."
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