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Post by 'Angie' Elisaveta on Oct 6, 2015 15:53:23 GMT
 | ⇐ If there was yet another reason for her to hate that bear, this would be it. It would be this bitter feeling of helplessness; the lingering shadows in the back of her mind, those that stalked her from back on the deck. It magnified how empty her hands felt, how defenseless she was without a weapon. It spawned mirages of her demise. Some people might be able to power through potential threats with brawn alone, but all she's got up her sleeves were her small stature and relative nimbleness. Now those might have been enough if she were out in the streets, but all the running in the world won't do a goddamn thing in a confined place like this. Every turn she had to make to avoid bumping into furniture or walls only made worthless whatever ground she may have gained. Here on this boat, there were no straight alleyways to dash into. It won't be long before somebody snaps, and the tension in the air was suffocatingly thick. She rummaged through the drawers, her deeds illuminated only by a solemn dim glow. Creaks and footsteps echoed from up above. Any one of them could be somebody soon entering the dining hall. Constantly looking back with shifting glances, the wooden door that served as this room's entrance gave her a horrid sense of foreboding. It taunted her as the seconds ticked by. The shadows whisper. Empty chairs crackle and laugh. She had to get the job done quick. Her fingers curled around the handle of yet another drawer, pulling it open to reveal the contents within. What she was originally looking for laid next to it's twin - a cold whetstone block. She took the latter almost immediately, stuffing it into her backpack that laid on the counter. As for the former, Angie had just reached her fingers inside the drawer when her luck ran dry. She had just rolled a 1, and her dungeon master's veins were known to flow with cruel blood. For this devil, lenience was a word shunned like sun to a vampire. Shunned like salt to a wound. |
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Aniki Greyson
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Post by Aniki Greyson on Oct 7, 2015 6:00:46 GMT
 I WILL GRAB MY FREEDOM WITH MY OWN HANDS. If the shitty bear had thought that food would be a good enough motivator for Aniki to lower himself to murder without a fight, it was dead wrong. The human body could survive a surprisingly long time even while being starved, a lesson that the teen had learned personally when he had been younger. Dehydration, on the other hand... Without water, that time would be much much shorter. So clearly, water was the most important thing here, and that was something there was no shortage of considering around 97% of Earth's water was currently rolling beneath the wood he and the others stood on. Salt and things like seagull shit weren't that much of a problem if it could be filtered out through evaporation, and to do that, he needed materials. The dining room—and by extension, the kitchen—seemed like the best place to start looking. If there was a source of relatively clean tap water, he'd take that over distilled seawater any day simply due to the ridiculous amount of energy he'd need to get that water evaporating in the first place. ...That was only if the accursed force field apparently surrounding the ship didn't cut the sea off. If that were the case, maybe he'd check out the bathrooms and stuff later, assuming that there were some on ship. With nothing to hide—he wasn't guilty, he had nothing to fear—and fully confident in his ability to be able to fend off most of what his fellow shipmates could throw at him, Aniki purposefully made his way to the dining room in plain sight, footsteps silent as the grave. ...Not that it took much skill to move quietly when the groaning of the ship did well to mask any soft noises. In one smooth movement, he slipped into the dining room, door closing behind him with an inaudible click. There was a beat of silence and a rush of tension, but the older teen drew casualness to him like it were a cloak, forcing himself to appear somewhat relaxed in front of his fellow shipmate. No need for unnecessary hostility. At least not yet, because he wasn't about to come out swinging. "Evening," Aniki greeted with a wary but cordial nod, eyeing the open drawer with something like shrewdness in his gaze. Angie, was it? The medic girl. Now wasn't this just gold; what could she be doing down here in the kitchen? There was no food here. Of course, the same could be said of himself, but he wasn't the one rifling through a drawer at the moment. Aniki stared the girl down with unreadable red eyes, an unspoken question hanging in the air despite his facade of indulgent affability. "Fancy meeting you here."MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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'Angie' Elisaveta
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Age: 17
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Talent: Unlicensed Medical Practitioner
Alias: SoullessCake
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Post by 'Angie' Elisaveta on Oct 7, 2015 11:55:25 GMT
 | ⇐ Angie stopped in place, as still as a statue. Shifting her head just a little to the direction of this intruder, she turned slowly to look over her left shoulder. “A pleasure indeed, bumping into you here.” said the medic, her words undoubtedly tinged with a tad drop of venom. Taking a step to position herself in front of the drawer, she made the move seem as casual as the tone of the Reject's voice. With it now blocked from his line of sight, her fingers had the freedom to linger inside the shadows of the drawer. She thought about what action to take next, whether to pursue the more.. interesting option. This was an opportunity, after all. The seconds ticked by, and she decided to go with the second plan instead. It was idiotic, even thinking about pursuing Plan A. She can't let herself get caught in the heat of the moment, or in this case, the iciness in the room. “I found neither hide nor tail of food in here, so don't bother searching.” she said, speaking up to cover any sound of the drawer being pushed back in. She couldn't put a name to his face, but she doubted that he was the type to introduce himself all friendly-like. There was no doubt that he hadn't – she would have remembered if he did, and the unspoken words of that action screamed louder than any craze-filled cry. He was dangerous. Those red eyes of his were reminiscent to a predator's gleam. She could only hope to match it with her own. Turning around, she pressed her back against the drawer. Not planning to budge unless forced otherwise, she met his freezing gaze with one of her own. “I'm surprised you managed to be as silent as you were. As suspicious as that may be, bravo.” A smirk spread across her lips and she crossed her arms, lowering her head to give him a rancorous glare from below her cap. “Wonder why you're lingering around here, scurrying down without a sound.” she questioned, letting herself flow with the tide of the bravado she worked up . With the darkness of the room and how tall the Reject was in comparison to her, there was a high chance he would be unable to confidently read her expression. Her tone though, it carried all the weight of that which had hid itself in the dark. “I don't suppose you're plotting something that would force me to call for help, are you? If you're talking murder, there are far more easier options out there.”
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Aniki Greyson
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Post by Aniki Greyson on Oct 8, 2015 5:55:08 GMT
 I WILL GRAB MY FREEDOM WITH MY OWN HANDS. Whatever was in that drawer, the younger girl certainly hadn't wanted Aniki to see it, and that was all the hint he'd needed to realize that that she was hiding something possibly incriminating behind her. If she really had been looking for food, like she'd implied, then it was all just bad timing on her part, but on the other hand... Somehow, Aniki very much doubted that anyone hadn't believed the teddy about the food, not when that one chick had already died by his paw. Still, Aniki thought as he watched the girl do her best to stand her ground, perhaps he'd play along with her little farce and test some waters, see what she was capable of. This little kitten had some claws, that he was sure of, but just how sharp were they, and how well could she use them? "...You don't say? Well color me surprised," he allowed dryly, but his arched brow belied his acquiescence and instead spoke volumes of his incredulity. Of course there wasn't going to be food in here; what had she thought she'd find, cookies? He almost shook his head at the stupidity of the thought, but he soon turned the brunt of his attention back to Angie as the girl made her counter attack. Aniki found himself vastly unimpressed with her open hostility, and had his brow not been raised already, it would have risen once more at her accusations. There was nothing subtle about her words or her actions, nothing to hide her fear. If the paranoia in her words hadn't already given away her defensiveness, her tightly crossed arms did the job, and coupled with this, any intimidating effect she tried to exert was nullified. "The only one talking murder here is you," the reject countered airily with a shrug, posture still relaxed, "and even if I were, you really think I would've given you the time to respond like this?" He flashed his teeth in a humorless grin, careful not to let any disappointment show. "Don't be a fool. Paranoia will lead you nowhere." Because it was one thing to be cautious, but it was another thing entirely to have to always watch your back on the off chance someone attacked you. Succumbing to that sort of fear was already the death of the soul. TAGGED | NOTES not happy with this post, but whatever |
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'Angie' Elisaveta
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Post by 'Angie' Elisaveta on Oct 8, 2015 10:00:14 GMT
 | ⇐ And just like that, her bravado were washed away. Angie sighed, biting her lip. The light pain would soothe just a little bit of the disappointment she felt, but it honestly hardly helped. Her shoulders slumped, and the fire in her eyes died out. “God damn it.” she softly muttered, a small spark of anger flickering alight. But with a dwindling source of fuel to thrive off from, it died almost as soon as it appeared. Nothing but a short, brief flame. “Well forgive my attitude towards you, but I was never the friendly type to begin with. Never cared much about how I came across to others. A long time ago I did, but.. ” Her sentence trailed off, disappearing into a monotonous mist. She clicked her tongue, irritated by this whole debacle. The medic's eyes drooped to the floor, a weary look worn as its shades. “There's no more fight in me left for this day. I'm tired of.. of this. Do whatever the hell it is that you needed to do in here, don't pay me any heed.” said Angie, grabbing her backpack. Heaving her heavy feet towards the tables and chairs, she pulled one up and ungracefully slumped down. Her head leaned back to stare at the ceiling, thoughts drifting back to the earlier episode that just happened. “You're an interesting one, aren't you?” |
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Aniki Greyson
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Post by Aniki Greyson on Oct 12, 2015 6:57:19 GMT
 I WILL GRAB MY FREEDOM WITH MY OWN HANDS. Red eyes stared hard at the defeated slump in the girl's shoulders, watchful for any signs of guile before he offered a shrug in her direction, still the very picture of rough carelessness. The mirthless grin was quickly put away, and something easier but no less guarded was shuffled forwards in its place instead. "It's cool, I get it," Aniki dismissed, gaze already flicking past the younger student, interest dissipating. Padding deeper into the room on still silent feet, he chose a cabinet he could look through without turning his back to the medic. The girl might have claimed not to have any fight left within her, but who knew? If the spark wasn't completely dead—and it wouldn't die, not until the end—the fire could easily start again. Why Angie had chosen to stay in the dining room with him was beyond him; it could only mean she still wanted to play, but Aniki had never been the unjustifiably nosy type so he kept to himself. She was still just a little girl, after all. A kitten who'd learned she'd had claws but still didn't know how to use her new-found weapon. Or perhaps, was it just that she was reluctant to do so, to learn? It took a certain sort of brokenness for people to give up their hesitance and take advantage of everything available to them regardless of contemporary moral values, after all. Unlike the younger student, Aniki was almost twenty, almost an adult by Japanese law and already one in the eyes of many western ones. In his experience, morality had not been something he had clung onto simply because it hadn't earned him any favors. Impromptu musing session coming to an end, Aniki listed the things he could find some use for in the cabinet he was searching. Cups, bowls, jugs—perfect, just what he needed. He'd look for some sort of clear wrap later. But now that he thought about it, broken ceramic could make for a decent weapon if only because it could cut... Not that he was looking for anything like that. "You're an interesting one, aren't you?" The question came out of the blue, and once again, cool red eyes slid over to take in the room's only other occupant. The reject's person was definitely not a subject Aniki wanted to touch; he wasn't in the habit of giving much about himself away, and he was going to make sure it stayed that way unless the circumstance was beyond him. The best courses of action was to either ignore Angie or to let her do all the talking for him, and he figured he'd go with the latter, just to see what kind of cards she had to play. If he could learn what dirt she had on him and let her form her own conclusions, it was all good. "What makes you say that?" he deflected nonchalantly, question for question, and though he still faced the cabinets, his eyes were on her. Briefly, he wondered if she would count that as a victory; what did she hope to gain from such a statement? Regardless, he would listen to what she had to say. TAGGED | NOTES bring it on, bring it on |
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'Angie' Elisaveta
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Post by 'Angie' Elisaveta on Oct 13, 2015 11:12:26 GMT
 | ⇐ A small smirk spread across her lips. She relished the feeling it brought out, fanning flames to keep it intact. This guy just loves dodging questions, doesn't he? The real question here is what's not interesting about him. There's the shifty way he spoke, the air of indifference enveloping him, the cloak of daggers he wore close to heart. While most of these were just the impressions she drew from the cards he dealt, the medic was sure they were close to the mark. “Every time I look at you, I could just about imagine the cogs whirling away up here.” said Angie, tapping the side of her head to emphasis the point. “Just like that army guy with the glasses.”
Back on deck, she had caught sight of the Reject scurrying in the backdrop when everyone focused on where the spotlight shone. While the behavior wasn't necessarily abnormal, she understood why he did it. Given another reenactment of the episode back on deck, whether she brought attention to herself or acted as the Reject's shadow would have been down to all but a coin toss. While a reluctant kitten with claws she may be, it's not like they haven't seen their own fair share of use. “It's kinda funny, you. Perhaps I'm disillusioned, but I could almost see myself standing where you are right now.” Getting up, she started making her way towards the exit. Her hand brushed against the cold knob of the door, but she couldn't bring herself to open it. The sentence she just said echoed back in her mind. Turning back to face the Reject, Angie finally realized why he intrigued her so. She would have laughed, but it caught in her throat. “You're just a sadder version of myself.” she muttered to herself, the sentence soft. “You're just a sadder version, aren't you?!” shouted her, eyes filled with frantic poison. The sight of him begun to scare her. She saw herself in him. He was evidence of how cruel the world could be, the fingers that plucked the cobwebs from her eyes. It scared her. What the Reject represented, what he meant, she was scared by it all. One wrong turn in the past, a step onto a crooked path, she would have turned out just like him. She wanted to be naive, to be happy. The medic wanted to grasp onto innocence and wish for unparalleled goodness. Looking at the Reject drove a stake into the heart of that wishful delusion. ”That's it, isn't it?”
She grinned a halfhearted grin fueled by disgust, a grin that soon fractured and faltered. The thought of turning into a monster like him made her want to crawl under her bed and wrap herself up in blankets. Back in Russia, she was happy. That happiness was taken away from her abruptly, a gaping hole left in its wake. Then it happened, making everything worse. In Japan, her wounds healed. A gruesome half-recovered scar was bandaged up only to be again torn away and ripped into shreds. When HPA entered her life, she let herself hope for one last time. But the devil and fallen angels hadn't stopped their torment there, now taking the form of a monochrome bear. The realization of the mess that her life had become hit her like a truck. When everything here ended, would she still recognize the girl in the mirror? What would have become of her? The fact that she could kill scared her, and the walls started to close in. Able to bear this day no longer, Angie ran out the door. She bit her lips, grit her teeth. Tears stung her eyes as she retreated back to her dorm, desperately trying to outrun wailing ghosts and haunting shadows. Whether they were tricks of mind or the remnants of a shattered soul, her lungs burned in agony all the same. She threw her dorm door open, frantically closing it shut before her knees gave way. Steadying her breaths, she forced herself to calm down. In this safe recluse, the stitching would begin. It felt reminiscent of one episode in her past. She mended herself back then, she'll do the same now. Tomorrow, nothing would seem different. Everything would be better the next day. The night would pass and the seagulls would cry next morn, a cue for warm rays of gold to begin healing all. |
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Post by Aniki Greyson on Oct 14, 2015 0:21:14 GMT
 I WILL GRAB MY FREEDOM WITH MY OWN HANDS. And suddenly, that magnificent fire that had burned back on deck alighted in her eyes. Inwardly, Aniki sat back with satisfaction. There it was, that was what he had been looking for throughout the entire exchange. Not the cagey uncertainty that he'd snuffed out before, but this fierce gray-blue flame that rose and then fell away once more to madness. More. He wanted bitterly to see more, wanted to watch that fire burn away into ashes and then resurrect itself again in a cycle that was sure to repeat until The End. Was there meaning in that sort of worthless struggle? Aniki didn't know yet; he'd lost sight of the answer himself. But until he would reach it, he would continue to want to watch that madness grow and fade because it was utterly fascinating, even if it was in a cruel sort of way. Smirking eyes watched the girl as she recoiled, laughing at her disgust and her horror and above all, her futility. Oh, he knew it would come; the disgust always did, one way or another. No matter what she thought, this girl could never reach the height of his madness, the brokenness that crowned him the king of rejects. Not now when The End was already upon them. Stuck on this ship with no escape in sight—nothing awaited them, it seemed. Remaining silent, Aniki simply watched, gaze equal parts solemn and mocking, as the girl turned on herself, her conscience attacking her heart and eating it like a snake would swallow prey. He said nothing to encourage her, but also nothing to refute her. The difference between she and he was that she would hate and regret her fall from grace, whilst he had torn his own wings off to accelerate his fall from heaven's gates. (Some part of him howled at that, a voice that screamed until it died from overuse, driven insane by the rage and pain and humiliation of being the scum he was now, of Her selfishness and his selfishness, of his hatred and his love. But another reigned it in with iron chains, always whispering remember remember. Remember that you chose this path for a reason. Remember what you did it for. The latter voice always won, so he squared his shoulders and held his head high, sneering at those who had the gall to look down on him. They were trash as much as he was, in the end.) At last Angie simply bolted, fleeing from the room and her inner conflict, no doubt to stifle it and return to her false happiness once more. Aniki didn't care. He had his own burdens to carry for he was Atlus carrying the weight of the sky, Her sky. If the younger student wanted to keep pulling the wool over her eyes, then that was none of his concern. Instead, he finally turned his attention to the forgotten drawer, pulling it open to see what the kitten had been up to before he had entered. He found the dull gleam of a knife, and for a moment, he simply stared at it. Then, silently, he closed the drawer and returned to his original task. He doubted Angie would come back for it now, not if she didn't want to become like him, not unless she fell into desperate despair. Chuckling mirthlessly to himself, he quickly finished his business in the kitchen and slipped back out, sauntering down the hall to continue his search of the ship's interior. TAGGED | NOTES congrats on surprising the shit out of me; excellent post, i really liked it
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