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Post by river francis blake on Jun 2, 2010 19:32:57 GMT -5
 
River had not planned on coming here, not tonight. His plans for this dreary night was to sit in his home and read a book he had purchased recently. As he imagined the thick, leather book with it's various pages ripped along the edges, he smirked slightly, a toothy smirk. It was a book filled with pictures of surgeries and how to perform them on a human being. He shook his drenched head, a booming laugh escaping his thin lips. How idiotic society now-a-days was, he constantly thought. He hated every single person, who wasn't part of the resistance. They were all the same. They were all obsessive dumbasses who wanted surgeries for appearance, not because they needed it to survive. Of course, Amber thought that she needed the surgeries to "live." It was killing her, that's what River and the rest of the resistance saw. They would refuse to ever think otherwise.
River sighed heavily as he craned his boney neck back to stare up into the gray, rainy sky that was slowly fading to black. He hated rain, and that's all that had been going on the past few days. His boyish face squeezed together towards the core of his face to make a powerful pout. It wasn't a sad, pathetic sort of pout that you would expect to appear upon his adorable face. It was actually a bit intimidating. Fuck rain, he growled towards the sky before allowing his head to go back to looking straight in front of him. He was in the imperial yard. It wasn't quite as depressing as some of the other places around. He hated it either way. Why couldn't things be brighter and a bit less wet and death-like?
River moaned quietly as he slipped his ghost like hand into his black dress pants and yanked out a pack of cigarettes and a purple lighter with his name written in cursive across it. He smiled. His best friend Vanice had written that on there a few weeks back at a pub in town. He didn't know why she did it, but he's glad she did. It made him the official owner of his lighter. No one would be able to steal it. He shook his messy mop of hair and placed a cigarette between his persed lips. He lit it and inhaled heavily, a thick cloud of smoke forming within his tiny body. He exhaled and let it flow up into the damp air.
As he stood there, River wished that Vanice was there to talk with him. She shared the same sense of humor and interests as he did, which was rare in this empty, stupid world. He frowned and sat down top of a rather thick, mossy grave. He shut eyelashes, letting the rain fall against his body. [/center] [/size][/font] |
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Post by vanice connie montrille on Jun 2, 2010 19:56:48 GMT -5
 
Vanice had found herself pacing the tombs in the dead of night. The air was stale as she passed her dearest followers and guards. Many people were getting ready for bed, but she wouldn't sleep. She never slept. It was a small thing to her, and she always felt like she could be doing so much more with her time than sleeping. Though it made her weaker, she was still able to function without it. Something her father had taught her.
Her red fingernails scratched her head as she pushed her thick, long hair back from her face. The green in her eyes piercing the flesh over everyone she examined. She checked every night if someone was missing, or if someone was there what wasn't meant to be. Her lack of trust in the human population was rather sad.
Satisfied, she pressed open a tomb door, the faint smell of wet soil and death hitting her pretty face. She twisted her face to match the sour smell in her nose. The rain was beating down lightly, but it wasn't like she had a problem with it. Vanice loved the rain sometimes, it made her feel new and clean, though the water was far from it.
Vanice's boots made hard thuds on the beaten, muddy path through the graveyard. Stepping over bodies periodically, she tried her best to look up and not down. The sight of the dead still made her want to puke, even if she'd seen them her whole life. She'd been walking for a good five minutes in the rain before the smell of cigarettes hit her tiny nose. She knew that smell. No one smoked those but him, and she figured he'd be lingering around here somewhere. She crouched behind a few piles of dirt and looked for him. A quick smirk found her lips as the glow of his cigarette met her eyes. There he was, sitting on a grave like an idiot. She'd warned him about the constant guards that lurked around here. Though he didn't look like a graverobber, he would be sent to Amber's office and he didn't want that.
The rain was letting up a bit and the sound of howling and bugs filled her ears. Vanice snuck up behind the grave he was perched on and pulled his belt loop. When she did, it sent him flying back towards her. A girlish giggle left her mouth. Wow, she'd never do that again.
It's a wonder you don't get shot at out here by our guys or Amber's. She laughed. The expression on his face was priceless.
WORDS; ENOUGH
OUTIFT;HERE
TAG; KNASTAY
MUSE; 100%
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution
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Post by river francis blake on Jun 4, 2010 19:56:11 GMT -5
River yelped quietly as he flew backwards. He had learned to never make a noise higher than a normal speaking tone, especially at night. Graveyards more than anything. If you were obnoxious and loud, you'd be mistaked for a graverobber and shot down in an instant. Of course, at this point in his sleepless, dull life, River wouldn't really mind death. It was unescapable anyways. By the time he began to form wrinkles and get older, Amber and her "cult" would positively seek him out and kill his ugly, aging ass. He smirked at the idea.
River's bright eyes looked up, startled. He grinned deviously when he saw who it was who had oh so rudely caused his fall. He pouted. You know, Vani, it's not very nice to scare people like that. It could result in serious injury and fucking up River's favorite shirt, he stated smoothly as he stood up, pointing to the back of his elegant orange vest, which was now covered in thick, brown sludge. Not mud, but even worse, sludge. That's what was formed when constant death was laying on top of the mud. He was used to the smell, though.
River smiled at he bowed, as a gentleman would. And what do you think you're little ol' self is doing in here, hmm, he asked curiously, his head, which was covered in his messy mop of jet black hair, to the side. He knew she was out here, more than likely, seeking some sort of trouble, but he wanted to hear he say it. The way she said anything was interesting to listen to. She had one of those voices that you could sit and listen to for hours. He adored it, but at the same time it annoyed him. She was so cruel to him, at times when it wasn't necessary, but she was so beautiful and sweet at other times, he let it go.
River turned, thinking that he head footsteps squishing in the heavy sludge behind him. His eyes wide and searching scanned the entire graveyard. He saw nothing and heard nothing else. He raised a suspicious eyebrow. He ended his paranoid moment with a shug and a boyish grin, turning back to Vanice. Must've been a crow, he muttered, waving it off. He turned his full attention back to the lovely creature in front of him. He crossed his arms across his chest and observed her as she spoke. He wondered why god, or whoever controlled this hellhole, chose this cruel girl to have the prettiest appearance of anyone on the earth. Even Amber Sweet and her plasitc angel face was jealous of this girl. He chuckled to himself at the thought. He bet that Amber died inside everytime she looked at Vanice, just like every other girl. The funny thing was that Vanice, as was River, was part of the resistance. Therefore, she was surgery free. [/center] [/size][/font] |
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Post by vanice connie montrille on Jun 4, 2010 20:28:04 GMT -5
The sound of his hard voice was her favorite sound in the echo of night. Nothing was warmer, or colder than it and the echo it made her in small ears reminded her of her father's voice. If she could hear anything all day, it would be River's voice telling her how mean she was or telling the recent plans he had for the resistance. Sometimes she acted dumb just to hear him repeat his last words. It was a beautiful thing, and Vanice was willing to wear it out.
Well you ought to learn how to come see me when you're pacing my graveyard at night. You know how much i love your visits late at night! Vanice twisted her tongue in her mouth and smiled wide, her hands reaching out to grab one of his.
Their relationship was one of best friends and lovers of long ago. Nothing was bigger than the spark they had, but no one paid attention to it anymore. It was River and Vanice this, River and Vanice that. Destiny is what her father used to call it when Vanice would come in from playing with River when they were children.
What am i doing? What are you doing here! I happen to live in the tombs not to far from here, you remember the ones you didn't want to live in so you left me for the inner city shit? Vanice's voice was hard but she hoped he'd pick up on the sarcasm. Sometimes she confused herself with her words. Half of it was true, and the other half she was careful about. If a negative reaction sounded, she'd shoot it down with a laugh, but she always meant what she said.
When River jolted to look behind him, Vanice couldn't help but reach for the gun tucked in her boot. Instinct was the main thing that kept them all together around here, and her gun was always her instinct. Vanice couldn't remember the last time she ran away from something that went bump in the night.
With his comment about the crow, she relaxed slightly and grinned, still looking over his shoulder just in case. The last thing she wanted was River getting shocked or shot in the back by a repo man or assassin. Though they both had had no surgeries, Amber had signed off on killing anyone in the resistance and they just happened to be the top dogs.
But, even with that Vanice's pride wouldn't let her die by a sneak attack from a masked man. Oh no, if she was going out, she'd go out with a bang. A smirk played on her lips as she imagine herself blowing up Amber's office with a bomb on her belt. Ah, the thought of death excited her.
Lets get that shirt clean. Meanwhile, you can wear one of mine. Vanice winked at River and pulled on his larger hand. For a man that did a lot of dirty work, River's hands where soft and cold, making you never want to let go.
WORDS; 704;
OUTIFT;HERE
TAG; KNASTAY
MUSE; 100%
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution
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Post by river francis blake on Jun 7, 2010 0:51:44 GMT -5
Yeah, what are you doing here! You're such a recluse, you hardly ever come out of your tomb, River said playfully, his words followed by a soft chuckle He smiled as he reached his paper white arm towards hers. He traced his thing finger along her chilled skin. You know, it's not so safe for you to be roaming these grounds at night, ma lady, he said softly, his voice obviously sarcastic.
River and Vanice had alwayus been very sarcastic towards each other. It's just how they were, and how they always would be. It made everyhting between them interesting, and it never gets old. River laughed quietly as he let his arm drop back to his side, where it belonged. He knew if he continued to touch her affectionately in public, she would most likely give him a nice kneeing to the balls, and he definately didn't want that.
River eyed her curiously as he commented on his shirt. He ran a large hand through his soaked hair. Oh really? Are you goint to take the one your wearing off so I can wear it? Wouldn't want you to do that, love, he said sweetly, a boyish smile plastered across his red lips. Or do we have to go to your dredful little cave, he asked dully with a rolling of his eyes. Of course, he was being sarcastic. Then again, he wasn't being completely joking. The tomb in which she lived was pretty creepy. Of course, you wouln't expect a tomb to be beautiful and decorated, or a place to live in, for that matter, but hers, specifically, had an odd feeling to it. As if there was someone always looking over it. It freaked him out, not only in fear for his own safety, but for hers. He didn't want anyone in Amber's posse to lay a hand on her.
River gently grabbed her hand and extended his arm smoothly in the direction of her tomb. Lead the way, darling, he said quietly with a wink, placing a kiss on her cheek.
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Post by vanice connie montrille on Jun 7, 2010 1:11:48 GMT -5
It was almost painful when he kissed her on the cheeks, but Vanice kept her stuff together and just smiled. She swung their hands as she walked, her mood better now that a familiar face was beside her.
You know you'd kill to see whats under this shirt. She said seductively. Her voice was naturally seductive, so when she tried, she could make you melt with a whisper or a wink. Natural beauty was hard to come by and hard to maintain, but Vanice made it looks easy. Sometimes, however, she wished she was ugly. Maybe more people could take her seriously.
They approached the tomb door in little time, the silence between them light and welcomed. The hold she had on his hand could rely messages if there was need for it.
Vanice thought back to when they were kids. In front of his house they would sit criss-cross in front of one another, place their palms together and try to read one another's mind. Sometimes it worked because they just wanted to think the same thing. Vanice never told him, but she'd always peek to get a good look at him before he opened her eyes and blamed her for cheating.
Riiiiiiiiiver. She sang into the night, letting go of his hand and stepping back into the pitch blackness. She could only see him, but she knew she'd be invisible to his eyes.
I'll tell you where i am in your mind. Okay? If you don't catch me, i'll kill you where you stand. Vanice cupped her mouth as she spoke, making her voice come from everywhere around them. She giggled a little, but kept it serious by pressing a button on the side of her gun. It was a warning sign to him.
Vanice wouldn't shoot him anywhere that would kill him, but as a sharp shooter, she'd graze him. Maybe that would be a good reason for him to stay with her just for once in the dead tombs he kept herself hidden away in.
Measures for her pleasure had to be taken, and she was willing to go the extra mile to get what she wanted.
Come find me She whispered. Pressing her body against a wall of the tomb, she closed her eyes and focused, like she once did as a child and told him exactly where she was.
River, by the wall. River, Behind the tomb. River, the wall!
WORDS; 597;
OUTIFT;HERE
TAG; KNASTAY
MUSE; 100%
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution
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