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| Kaiden Brooks | Tue Mar 25, 2008 5:21 pm Post #1 |
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Flickers of orange glow streaked across the city building walls, followed by shouts and hollers. The pursuit was on like a giant game of cat and mouse, the only problem was that he was the mouse and they were the cats. It wasn’t such a pleasant game to say the least, but it was one that needed to be played and one he played oftenly, perhaps too oftenly. While most of them didn’t necessarily play out in his favor, it really didn’t matter now, this was his life and the way he needed to live it in order to survive. Rounding his way around another corner, the pursuit would follow still hot on his tail and that was when a large hand snaked its way over his shoulder, only to snag it firmly it’s his grip. The suddenness of the action damned near took him from his feet and if it weren’t for his quickness it probably would have. Sprawling his legs out in bent fashion, both of his feet would plant themselves as solidly as they could upon the ground, but it would be to no avail for it would take no more than little effort to drag him along. He felt helpless in the man’s grip, but it would do no good to try and call out, nor would it be very effective to try and weasel his way out of this one. The man’s grip on his shoulder dug well beneath the tendon that stretched from his shoulder and to the base of the neck, which alone caused him to grow weak beneath the man’s force. With no hope of escaping, he was quickly drug within the circle of angry men and held steadfast within the center of it. The first man to approach him was a scruffy looking man with sandy blonde hair and a faded black haired beard, which made him look quite bizarre in Kaiden’s eyes. The man’s hand lowered to Kaiden’s chin, lightly stroking it before lifting it, only to strike him swiftly across the face. The man would proceed to repeat the action two to three more times, before stepping back a sneer look upon his face, “Oh look at that! Not even a couple hits and the kids bleeding like a siv.” Kaiden’s lips twisted and contorted into a look of disgust when the words came to his ear, but there would be nothing he could do about it in his current position. With the man at his shoulder and still keeping the grip he had, it would be a lucky thing if he could even take a single step. The thoughts would shift; however, as the pain in his head would begin to pulsate with each beat of his heart. Lifting his gaze up to another man who would approach him, he would only manage to get a mere glance as a fist drove itself into his mid-drift, causing all the air within him to rush out in a noiseless gasp of air. Doubling over in pain, both of his arms would move instinctively over the injured section of his torso in order to protect himself from any further damage. That would not be the end of it though, because before he knew it there was a boot coming flat towards his face…And then nothing. After a time, his eyes would open in a flutter, only to give his eyes a moment to readjust themselves to the surroundings around him. Starting from a blur, they would gradually bring themselves back into focus, taking note of the woman hovering above him. For a few moments his eyes simply blink in response, before breaking forth from the woman and then around him. Noticing that it had just been him and the woman, a sudden relief washed over him, as his head came back to a gentle rest upon the pavement bellow. There seemed to be no worry upon his features, but only that of pure and utter content. Granted that a good portion of his face was puffy, swollen, and bloodied, it still didn’t change the fact that he was safe now. He had no idea what had taken place during the time he was out, nor did he really care. If the woman was involved, then that was her own issue, not his. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Mar 25, 2008 9:26 pm Post #2 |
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It wasn’t entirely often that Cordelia ventured into the city of Taras. Tonight was one of those special occasions, however, and she might as well enjoy it while she was here. Perhaps there was little to enjoy, since she mostly considered Taras to be a ‘dirty’ town, what with all the taverns and inns. Plus, where there was a port, there were sailors… and those people weren’t exactly clean from everything she had witnessed. The thought almost made her shudder and made her reconsider her reasoning for coming out here. It wasn’t too far to just run back home; she had already fed for the evening, and a few small traces of blood still stained her snow white fingers as evidence of that. It wouldn’t be too much of a big deal to turn around. But, in truth, she was a bit too lazy to do that. She was already in Taras, and there was no real point in turning back. Sure, maybe the people of this town were hardly respectable and she was completely stereotyping all of them, but that wasn’t such a huge issue. Besides, people never influenced her other decisions about what she did… so why should she let these people influence her not to come to this place? Cordelia lifted her arms and lifted the collar of her thin, black coat before stuffing her hands into the pockets, shaking her head. Silly people. They probably acted that way just to keep her out of this place. Oh, they were so wrong. Not too far from where she was standing, a small group had gathered around something on the ground. A brow lifted and before the whole thing had actually been processed, Cordelia had made up her mind to investigate. She was a naturally curious person, and passing up a chance to observe such an odd thing was completely out of the question. She didn’t really make an effort to be quiet as she began to head in that direction, trying to get a good look at what was on the ground. It was probably some sort of animal, in which case she wouldn’t really care… but it wasn’t an animal. It was a boy. The thought caused the vampire woman to freeze in her path. A boy, who was clearly not conscious, was being kicked by these older men. And for what? Pleasure? It didn’t matter… whether they were kicking him for fun or he deserved it didn’t matter, because frankly, a little kid like that couldn’t deserve such treatment. There was no way something so little could ever do something to deserve abuse. Her fingers curled into her palm to form fists and her jaw clenched, her eyes taking on a look fueled by complete rage. There was only one thing that Cordelia was completely against in her life, and that was harming little kids… but how could any mother stand for that? She started walking again, this time faster than before. She started muttering under her breath, incredibly glad that she had picked up a few spells. This would make this whole ordeal much, much easier to handle. Immediately, and probably before the group had even realized she was coming, the men were inflicted with small wounds over their bodies. Now that was bound to get some attention. Cordelia smirked; this was the only reason she would ever start a physical fight… and she was going to win. That boy needed her to. As they turned to her, the man’s abuse on the boy stopped and Cordelia withdrew her sword from its sheath, giving them all the deadliest glare she could muster. Being so deep into her rage, that wasn’t exactly hard to handle. She had issued the spells cause fear and weaken, so this wouldn’t be too hard if they decided to put up a fight. It was doubtful that they would, anyway… with the combination of the three spells she had used, she figured she had the upper hand. “Now…” she began, her voice deep from the fury. “I suggest you step away from my little brother here… last time I checked, it wasn’t your job to handle him.” Eh, she hoped it was convincing enough. Maybe being a sibling wasn’t close enough, but whatever; she wasn’t entirely sure she could pass as anything else. Without hesitation, she would grab the man that had kicked the child and bring her blade through his stomach before roughly tossing him aside, allowing him to writhe there in pain and bleed to death. The others seemed to take the hint and ran while they had their lives. This cause fear spell was doing wonders for her ego… But that wasn’t the problem here. As soon as she was sure they were away and were going to stay away, Cordelia sheathed her sword and kicked the new corpse away, giggling quietly. Maybe he wasn’t alive to feel it, but he had gotten what he deserved. She could have stood there for hours, just kicking him and kicking him and kicking him! The action was surely just after what he had done. Cordelia stood above the boy, not too worried about whether he was alive or not. She was sure he was, since he didn’t look too bad, except for the fact that his face was all scratched up and bloody. That wouldn’t take too long for her to either fix or to heal on its own. She shrugged off her coat and crouched down, deciding she would stay here until the boy at least returned to consciousness. It was the least she could do, after all; what kind of person would she be to go through all that effort and then just abandon him to let anyone else hurt him? Poor dear… she hoped he wasn’t hurt too badly. She didn’t even care what he had done to make those men do that to him, since no matter what, he didn’t deserve it. It took a while, and by now she had lost track of time, but the boy stirred, bringing a hardly noticeable smile to Cordelia’s face. He looked at her before turning away, and Cordelia held her coat out, placing it over him as a sort of blanket before sitting herself down completely on the pavement next to him, folding her legs and placing her elbows on her knees, her dark blue eyes fixated on the child. “You should be more careful,” she advised. “Out here all alone like that… what were you thinking?” Those probably weren’t the words he wanted to hear after just waking up, but Cordelia couldn’t stop herself. Even if she had to make sure this boy was safe, she couldn’t help but ridicule him. “You could have gotten away from those guys. Now are you okay, can I go now? Or…” She contemplated getting herself further involved into the situation. It probably wouldn’t hurt much, even if it might wreck her reputation as a heartless, Ice Queen of a woman. “… Do you want me to stay with you for a little while?” She ruffled his hair, uncertain whether the action would end up hurting him or not since his face was all swollen and bloody. If it did wind up causing him pain, she at least hoped the kid could piece together that it hadn’t been intentional. |
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| Kaiden Brooks | Wed Mar 26, 2008 2:44 am Post #3 |
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Second after second fell off the clock while he stared up into the starry night sky, which was of course until she spoke up. Curious as to why she still was here, each of his sea green orbs would drift off to grace her form. Not only did she seem to want to play hero in this night, but Mother as well. The thought bothered him and caused his face to distort itself in response, but he would quickly shake it off. She saved him and for that he was grateful, so she was free to do as she wanted. Granted that she would want to remain with him once she noticed he could not speak, since most didn’t know how to speak with him, nor did they even know how to act around him afterwards. A faint flinch followed the soft ruffling of his hair, both from pain and fear of being struck again. Though, when no harmful intentions presented itself in the action, he simply stilled his beating heart. Placing both of hands down upon the pavement, he used them to push himself up to a sitting position, before signing the words, “Stay here.” But the second he had, a faint frown twitched across his lips knowing the woman would have no clue what he was try to say. With a sigh, a hand snaked within the bindings of his robes and removed a book from its inner linings and placed it gently upon the cobblestone. Following the action, the other hand would dive within the robes to fish out a writing utensil. Taking it up in hand, the other would carefully flip open a couple pages of scribbles until a blank one was reached. Satisfied in its early discovery, the hand holding the pen would bring the tip out to the surface of the paper and begin scribbling down the worlds, “Stay, your choice, and thank you.” That was the only thing he could think of writing at the time, so in the time of thought he would idly tap the tip of the pen against the paper. Making it incredibly easy for the woman to notice the Ouroboros tattoo printed on the back of his hand. Not even bothering to take notice of the exposed tattoo, his hand would come to life again in a blur across the paper, “I’ve always been alone and I’ve always been on the run, I have no home so I make due with what I can…” Those would the final words he would get around to writing for the time being. Sucking in a deep breath, both of his hands would push and spin the book towards her so she could read it, before placing the pen upon one of the pages. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Thu Mar 27, 2008 2:31 am Post #4 |
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Cordelia simply watched on as he turned to look at her, tilting her head when he made that look. What was that for? Too tough to want her around? There was no point in dwelling on it… it was probably because he was so badly hurt. To be honest, she didn’t even know what she was supposed to do right now. She could take him to either one of the taverns to get him fixed up, but that would mean subjecting him to even more people who might want to maim him if she left him alone. Besides, she wasn’t so sure she could do anything to help; she wasn’t exactly a nurse, and having someone else do it might cost money she didn’t want to spend. Children made things so difficult… but at least he was safe now. Maybe she was a vampire and had her share of bad qualities, but she wasn’t low enough to hurt someone who wasn’t even her own size. She noticed the flinch, and lightly removed her hand from his head, folding her hands on her lap. Sitting up probably wasn’t a wise action; all the blood would go to his head and he would probably feel dizzy. At least once the action was completed he didn’t show signs of a headache. There was no doubt in her mind that all those injuries still hurt… there was no way he was over them by now. At the very least, maybe she could go to one of the inns to find some ice so the swelling would go down. A blank look crossed her face when he moved his hands like that before an eyebrow lifted in confusion. Okay, maybe the beating would make it hard to talk, since the sound of his voice might only add to a potential headache, but she didn’t think it would make him delusional. He was using his hands and making little signs or something… really, what was that supposed to mean? Who did that stuff? Why was it her that always met the crazy people?! Then the little switch in her head clicked, and her face went blank again. He’d been using sign language, hadn’t he? The poor kid couldn’t talk… and he couldn’t have screamed for help when those men decided to beat him up. She bit her lip at the realization, suddenly feeling angry again. He really was defenseless. She should have done so much more than just kill that one man, but causing such a huge scene probably wouldn’t have benefited herself or the boy. It would certainly satisfy a sense of justice, and she was so wound up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice him take out the book until the sound of the pen scribbling against the paper brought her out of her thoughts. She had failed to see the tattoo, and she looked at the words that he had written when the book was pushed toward her. “Stay, your choice, and thank you.” Awww! He was so respectful and grateful! Cordelia smirked just a little bit; it was good to actually feel like someone respected her. After the last few encounters she had had with others, it was a refreshing change. She read on, her eyebrows lifting as she read the last part. She should have figured he would be without a home; no parent would – or at least should – let such a young child go out into the city at night. Since she could speak, she didn’t need to write a response. She would let him have that paper instead of wasting it all with her scratchy, messy handwriting. “I’ll stay,” she assured him in a slightly cheerful tone, which seemed completely out of character for her. It wouldn’t have mattered if he had told her to go away or not, because she would have stayed whether he liked it or not. She pushed the book back toward him, keeping open to the same page as she thought of a response. There was only one thing she could really say about the homeless thing, but she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to get her hands full with that just yet. If the kid kept up being respectful, then she probably would say something, but for now, it might have just been those bumps on his head making him act properly. She did wonder where he stayed if he didn’t have anywhere to go… but just the idea was killing her. The streets weren’t meant for children… Changing the subject off of what he had written, Cordelia continued on. “Now, how are you feeling? Do you think you can stand so I can get you somewhere where they’ll take care of those boo-boos?” If he couldn’t stand, she would just have to either drag him or carry him somewhere, depending on how willing he was to let her carry him. It wasn’t like she was going to bite him or something. |
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| Kaiden Brooks | Wed Apr 2, 2008 8:13 pm Post #5 |
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A faint grin traced his lips at the thought of her staying with him, but it quickly faded when she pushed the book back and turned her attention to his pains. Calling them boo-boo’s only made him feel more childish than he really felt at the time being and all emotion would quickly abandon his features. Deciding to pay it no more attention than a simple thought of regard, before pushing himself slowly up to his feet, a slight tinge of pain resonated throughout the very core being of his body. It felt like someone had hit him with a sack full of bricks, but he tried his best to shrug it from his features not wanting to worry the woman if it came down to it. Putting on a fake smile, both of his arms would lift themselves off to his sides as if to present himself to the woman to show her that he wasn’t as hurt as she thought. That’s when he heard one of the names people called him, causing him to turn around in a half startled manner. “Farant…” The second his eyes befell upon the one calling his name a wave of relief washed across his features. The man was a scruffier old looking man with a hood drawn over his head and a child off to his right flank. The girl was known as Sophia, she was an odd duckling that seemed to know more than she really should have. For example, she was one of the few that could actually translate what Farant motioned with his hands. Each and every sign he made would not be in vain with this girl around, but in a way he kind of disliked it…Especially with someone alongside of her, much like that of the old man. Though, there was nothing he could really do about it, other than to simply hear the old man out and answer whatever he wanted. “You really shouldn’t be out on the streets, we saw what happened and the last thing you want is the city guard after you again. You get thrown out again and I don’t foresee them letting you back in again.” Came the elder man’s voice, weakness flourishing in every word he spoke almost as if he were sickly. Farant’s hands took life in vivid and rapid successions of signs and intricacies, belaying his message as forceful and as best as he could to the man, the little girl translating everything he said vocally, “You’re the one that shouldn’t be on the streets right now. This is no place for crocks, phoneys, and liars. Go scurry back to your little hole; I have no interest in talking to you.” When the last word was passed, a heavy heave of breath rushed out of Farant’s lungs in a sudden huff as if to show his frustrations to the man. “I understand you’re angry with me, I can’t expect you to forgive me. But in your current condition, you should really try and avoid the city guard the best you can. I can provide you with a place to hide out for the time being.” While the man spoke, his brown eyes drifted over to the woman within Farant’s company for a brief instance, “And she..?” Farant’s eyes seemed to stray as well off to the unknown woman for a few long moments, before signing again, “She…” There was a long pause as his mind tossed around the idea of what she really was in his mind, before allowing, “Friend.” Perhaps she really wasn’t, but at the current point in time she proved to be harmless and it wasn’t like she held any intent to harm him. The only question resided in whether or not it was an act of some sort, like most people tried to do around him. Or how long she wanted to go on and try to be his friend, by his calculations it wouldn’t be long at all. “A friend…Well, how about you and your friend come with me to my place. You don’t have to stay for anything longer than you wish to and we better start heading there now.” The old man’s eyes drifted off to the corner building, watching the orange glow flicker across a nearby building and a few voices echoing off from each of the walls, “We really don’t have much time, if you want to go, you know that way. Sophia and you can lead the way, your friend and I will be fine straggling behind.” For a long while Farant thought over the idea of going to the old man’s place, until the guards approach came into play, which seemed to skew and sway his decision one way over the other. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he bent down to the book, picked up the pen and scribbled out, “It’ll be fine,” and slid it towards her. Issuing her a brief nod, he would turn back to Sophia and with a nod of understanding; the two of them would rush off towards the direction of the man’s house. The old man turned towards Cordelia now that the two little ones were out of harms way, at least for the time being, “Come, you’re welcome as well. Besides, if you stay here they’ll surely think you did this, while I know that to be true, they don’t. There’s no reason to lead them into believing it, right?” Issuing a slight wave of the hand in the general direction of his house, the old man would proceed off in that direction, maintaining a calm and cool pace, clearly not worried the least about the approaching guards. “So, I suppose I should introduce myself. The name is Calvin, I use my house to give those of the less fortunate a place to call their own. Farant’s an odd child though…” For a moment the man broke off into silent reverie over his history with the child, before taking notice of a familiar building off a short distance from where they were, “We’re here…” Once they approached the building, he would swing open the door to allow the both of them within its embrace, before shutting the door just as quickly. Moving off from the main hall of the rather large and lavished house, he would move into the Living Room, hoping the woman would follow on her own accord. Within the room resided furniture, elaborate and intricate in their wood work and style of coloring and fabric. Also within the room was a group of kids, huddled in a circle laughing on the ground. Off from them was Farant and Sophia not too far off, communicating through their own means to keep the others out of their conversation. “Please make yourself comfortable, unless you have something you would like to ask me. And would you like something to eat or drink?” |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Thu Apr 3, 2008 8:07 pm Post #6 |
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Cordelia wasn’t sure how smart it was of him to stand up like that. She had been extremely sure he had been hurting enough to want to stay on the ground for a good while. His head was all beat up; standing like that had to be sending him reeling. Her head tilted a little bit as she tried to figure out what to do. Either she could make him sit back down and get stuck there around all the blood and the single corpse, or she could simply make sure he didn’t fall over and hurt himself even worse. As soon as she heard another voice, the vampire’s head turned and she pushed herself off of the ground. She brushed herself off before straightening up completely, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the approaching man and child. They were clearly talking to the boy, unless he was completely delusional and was talking to her; but that was incredibly doubtful. A single hand moved to her hip, allowing the other one to simply dangle at her side as she watched the conversation, completely out of the loop. The whole situation really didn’t concern her, but she still wished she had a clue as to what was going on. “You really shouldn’t be out on the streets, we saw what happened and the last thing you want is the city guard after you again. You get thrown out again and I don’t foresee them letting you back in again.” Cordelia bit the inside of her lip. They’d seen the whole thing, which from her point of view, started when she had come in. She hadn’t seen the group of men go after the boy, nor did she think there was proper reasoning behind their cruel actions. It wasn’t that she was anxious that they had seen everything, but rather that she was confused, because she didn’t see why the boy would get in trouble with the city guard. He wasn’t the one that had committed murder. If anything, she should be the one to get in trouble, especially since she had done plenty of things in the past to get the guards on her case. The kid began talking with his hands again, and the girl at the side of the man relayed the message to him. Cordelia ignored it all for the time being, averting her eyes. She wasn’t involved in any of this, and trying to dig deeper was only going to give her a headache. The attention was soon shifted toward her, however, causing her to blink and look right back at the old man before glancing at the boy and then back to the man. “A friend…Well, how about you and your friend come with me to my place. You don’t have to stay for anything longer than you wish to and we better start heading there now.” Her eye twitched. She didn’t exactly want to go anywhere right now. This kid apparently had a place to stay and people to take care of him; so why should she get herself even deeper to this? Her brows knitted as soon as he mentioned that she didn’t have to stay for any longer than she wanted. “Who said I even wanted to go at all…?” she asked, slightly frustrated. He then went on to mention that he would be walking behind with her; well, this was just peachy. Tonight wasn’t going to be that great, probably. Every night started off great, what with killing people and all; then everything seemed to spiral down. Her shoulders slumped forward a little bit and she sighed, not really wanting to do this. She didn’t like being surrounded in what she was going to assume would be a cute, comfy little home for just the three of them. It was too… family-like, and she had bad experiences with that. She was about to completely refuse and go the other word, but the boy had scribbled something on the paper and pushed it into her direction before running off. Well, if he said it would be fine, then maybe it would really be fine. He was a kid, after all; he didn’t know how to lie. He didn’t have any reason to, anyway, especially since she had been so outstandingly nice to him. She would decide to trust the kid – Farant, as he had been called. “Come, you’re welcome as well. Besides, if you stay here they’ll surely think you did this, while I know that to be true, they don’t. There’s no reason to lead them into believing it, right?” The vampire rolled her eyes. “They can believe whatever they want… they’ll know it was murder anyway, and it’s not like they could catch me. And if they did, they wouldn’t have me in captivity long.” Cordelia could feel her patience slowly dissipating. She didn’t want to have to answer and explain her every action to some old geezer. She had killed that guy, and though he didn’t know it, she’d been killing since she was ten. He didn’t need to worry about her or worry about the guards on her trail. If they hadn’t thought anything of her by now, they never would. “So, I suppose I should introduce myself. The name is Calvin, I use my house to give those of the less fortunate a place to call their own. Farant’s an odd child though…” Ugh, did it really look like she cared? Cordelia shot the man a glare out of the corner of her eye when he introduced himself and called Farant odd. Children didn’t need to be labeled. She didn’t see any reason for him to be ‘odd’, anyway. So he couldn’t talk and grown men found it enjoyable to beat him up; that wasn’t his fault. She didn’t really want to dwell on the fact that he used his house to give people who were unfortunate somewhere to go, but she couldn’t help it. “Well aren’t you Mister Nice-Guy,” she commented, looking away. She hated having to deal with him. Couldn’t she have just followed the children? She wasn’t this old guy’s babysitter… Finally, they had arrived at the house. Frankly, Cordelia was glad. The sooner they were here, the sooner she could go. There was a large part of her that truly did want to make sure Farant got well again and didn’t get into any more trouble, but she had to make herself realize that it wasn’t her place. After stepping into the house, she wanted to run right back out. It was huge and extravagant and much, much too organized for her tastes, albeit nothing like she had imagined it would be. Then again, her own home was a bit of a wreck… at least the kids here at somewhere nice to live. She shuffled along slightly reluctantly behind him, her hands in the pockets of her pants. A smile couldn’t help but grace her features when she saw all the children laughing. It always warmed her spirit to see little ones happy; for at least half of a moment it seemed like things were right in the world. “Please make yourself comfortable, unless you have something you would like to ask me. And would you like something to eat or drink?” “I’m fine standing,” Cordelia said bluntly. If she sat down and made herself comfortable as he had requested of her, she would probably end up talking to and bonding with those children and she didn’t feel it necessary to run an orphanage. Maybe it would be nice, but attachment never seemed to work out well for her. Surely it was understandable that she had to draw the line at some point. “And I don’t want anything.” She had to fight a smirk away. He didn’t know what she was… and her cunning sneakiness always made her feel so good! “But there is something I’d like to ask you…” Her voice got incredibly softer and her eyes fixed on Farant. “What’s his story? He can’t talk.” Her eyes returned to the old man, hoping he would at least be worth providing useful information. It seemed that he liked to talk, since he hadn’t shut up on their way to this house, so Cordelia was looking forward to hearing whatever details he had. |
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| Kaiden Brooks | Fri Apr 4, 2008 1:09 am Post #7 |
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Calvin brought a hand up to his chin, lightly rubbing his index and thumb fingers across the stubble of his chin in deep thought at the woman’s question. There were a lot of things that he could tell her, but would it really benefit the child to tell her such things? And if she was a friend how long would she remain as such? As far as he knew, Farant never really had one friend for much longer than a couple of days, for he usually ended up pushing them away any time they ever got too close to him. Though, it would be her problem should she make not of it in the kid’s presence, since the Kid wasn’t really in his care… “Farant…Kaiden…Vehros…Whatever it is that you call him, or whatever his true name is….” For a brief instance his voice faltered, while his eyes slid unnoticingly over to where Farant sat with the girl, “He couldn’t talk when we first found him in the city streets, the two of us ended up having a discrepancy that day. I ended up making a grab at that cloak he wears to catch him and stop him from running off. That’s when I took notice of the flesh missing from his neck, it was truly a horror…It looked as if someone ripped it clean from his throat, voice box and all. The sight of it sent me back and the kid seemed quite angry about me taking notice to it, which is the main reason he keeps it covered I’m sure. Since they when I offer him refuge here, he’ll stay till we all head to bed and then depart again into the city. I’ve heard rumors from those in the city that they see the kid quite oftenly sleeping in the streets…” Again the pause followed his words and his eyes would slide shut in perceived thought for the moment, “We have no idea who his parents are, he quickly changes subject or flat out ignores us if we ask. Annd…What else…." Thoughts continued to fill into the man’s head trying to give this woman ever bit of information he knew about the child, “Ah…Right, the tattoo on his hand has a lot of people puzzled. I’ve asked about it, but never put much research into finding out what it was…The only information I’ve been able to gain about involves working with the dark arts. I’m not quite sure what classifies itself in the dark arts and if it involves the child forth right or if it was someone close to him.” Slowly his eyes would open, gazing at the woman as a simple shrug took upon his shoulders, “Another odd thing I noticed about the child is that in the two years we’ve known him, he never seems to grow not even in the slightest.” Again he would shrug in response, before turning his eyes back to Farant and giving him a come over here motion with his hand. The child responded, rising slowly from his seat and moving methodically in pace towards the two of them, a puzzled look on his face. Calvin smiled and lowered into a crouch to bring himself about eye to eye with the child who stood taller than him when he did so, “You’re all beat up, Kiddo. Haven’t I told you not to steal from people…?” Just as he was about to reach his hand out to lightly touch the boy’s face, it was quickly slapped aside in a huff of anger from the child. As Farant’s hand slapped the man’s hand aside, a look of anger took upon the child’s soft countenance. Without hesitation, a hand snaked its way out to Cordelia’s forearm, taking it up within the grasp of his tiny digits to pull her along behind him the moment he made way for the door. Once outside the boy released her arm and moved forward a couple steps before turning around, the look of anger still upon his face. It wasn’t at the woman persay, but he did dislike the fact that two were talking about him. Though what was done could not be so easily undone, so he would simply allow it to slide for the time being. Reaching behind him, the hand of his right arm would dig itself within the pack upon his back, only to pull out the book from earlier. Bringing it in front of him, he would scribble down a couple of words and hand the book to her, “I hate him…Never leaves me alone, can we go?” From there he would simply await her response, one leg seemed to drop back behind him in an erect posture, while the other bent at the knee and positioned itself slightly in front to give him a ‘carefree’ kind of look. The features of his face would only belie the emotion, since he wanted to get out of here and away from here for the time being. If he had to look at that old man again, he would probably go insane from it. At least that’s the way he thought. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Sun Apr 6, 2008 5:09 am Post #8 |
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As Calvin began to scratch his chin, Cordelia’s patience thinned slightly. Clearly he was thinking, picking and choosing what he should tell her, but dang it, she wanted information and she wanted it now! Finally, he started off with the boy’s multiple names. A faint grin spread over her face, since she knew that now that he was talking he probably wouldn’t stop. He hadn’t shut up on the way to this house, so why would he do that now? “That’s when I took notice of the flesh missing from his neck, it was truly a horror…It looked as if someone ripped it clean from his throat, voice box and all…” Oh goodness. Cordelia’s eyebrows raised and a look of concern and sympathy crossed her features. It was a rare look for her to hold indeed, but not altogether impossible. That poor boy… who could stand to do that to a child?! Kaiden, or Farant, or Vehros, whatever his name was, couldn’t even defend himself. He was so little, so young, and already people were trying to kill him. The intention of that wound hadn’t been to just get rid of his larynx, of that she was sure. The blow had been dealt to kill him, but for whatever reason a mistake had been made and only taken away his method of communication. Cordelia had to stand there and wonder what was worse; dying, or living out the rest of one’s life without ever being able to voice their opinions, their thoughts, or even defend others with words. She would have died if she couldn’t speak to others… and knowing that this boy didn’t deserve it only made her heartache worse. The thing that made her angrier, however, was that clearly this man hadn’t tried to help him any sort of way. Maybe healing spells couldn’t regenerate missing body parts, but the least he could have done was try and make things easier. That girl had to relay messages for everyone; what would happen once that girl was gone? Writing took longer than talking, and she just knew not being able to talk was going to get the boy in trouble one day. It had already happened earlier that night, in a way, since he hadn’t been able to cry for help when those men were beating him. Her disdain for Calvin only deepened when he mentioned the people of Taras seeing Farant sleeping in the streets. The streets weren’t meant for children! Cordelia couldn’t stand it. What kind of a guardian was this man to let that boy go off on his own and face dangers like that?! Being a guardian was more than giving people a roof over their heads and food to eat! He was a disgrace to anything or anyone that could be considered a parent, a complete disgrace! The vampire almost regretted asking! He continued talking, but for once, Cordelia believed that she had had her fill of hearing information someone had to give her. Even if these facts would come to be useful in the future, she should be getting them from the boy instead of going behind his back. She had saved him earlier that night; going behind his back would only make her look like a hypocrite. Granted, she very well could be considered a walking contradiction… but that wasn’t exactly the point right now. “…The only information I’ve been able to gain about involves working with the dark arts. I’m not quite sure what classifies itself in the dark arts and if it involves the child forth right or if it was someone close to him.” Even better. The kid was involved somehow in dark arts and this cur of a man was too lazy to get off his bum and actually find something to give him insight on the tattoo. Cordelia hadn’t even noticed it, but she didn’t care. This conversation was only making her angrier by the minute. She was so much better than this man right here. Maybe she killed people, and maybe she did plenty of despicable things in her life time, but she at least knew what her responsibilities were and how to take care of a dependant child. As old as this man was, she was surprised he didn’t. It was almost sickening that a twenty seven year old who hadn’t even been a mother for a year knew more than an old man who might have been a father. Then again, maybe he hadn’t been, since he so obviously didn’t know how to really take care of a kid. “Another odd thing I noticed about the child is that in the two years we’ve known him, he never seems to grow not even in the slightest.” That was it! “So now he’s odd? Who the hell are you to judge? You know what, just shut up. I don’t want to hear your biased thoughts and your annoying voice…” Cordelia growled, looking at him with narrowed eyes and knitted eyebrows. “I know a lot of people that don’t age. It isn’t weird. You just aren’t used to it.” The temptation to punch him was so strong that she could feel her arm tremble as her muscles tensed, ready to strike. But she had to control herself; there were plenty of impressionable young boys and girls who might only be scarred by seeing their ‘guardian’ being pummeled by a visitor. “I think you, you old ugly rat, need to open your mind a little bit.” Kaiden approached them, to which the old man simply leaned down and lectured him. Cordelia wanted to kick him while he was down there; maybe if she did, he’d never stand up again. He was so patronizing that it made her stomach tighten with nausea. She had to keep reminding herself that he was the only thing keeping these kids alive, though; they needed him, as worthless as he was. A wide grin spread over her features when Kaiden grabbed his hand and slapped it away. Go kiddo! Woohoo! He proceeded to take her by the arm and lead her out of the house, which she allowed completely. The place was too fancy and if she had stayed in that man’s presence any longer she might have done something she would later regret. Or, well, probably not regret, since he deserved it completely. She bit her lip when he gave her that angry look, hoping that wasn’t directed toward her. She hadn’t done anything except ask for information. As wrong as it was to go behind his back, he probably wouldn’t have given it to her anyway. Vehros reached behind him and once again grabbed the book. She waited patiently, watching as his tiny hand moved the pen across the paper, until the book was handed to her. She read the sentence and quickly nodded in accordance. “I don’t like him much either. He’s a crappy guy… I don’t blame you for always running out of that place… anywhere would have been better than there, even the streets.” She handed the book back to the boy, looking around to try and figure out where to go from there. It seemed he truly didn’t have anywhere to go, so her option from earlier would have to be put to use. “You’re welcome to come with me… Farant? Kaiden? I don’t know what you prefer being called. I’m Cordelia, by the way, but as I was saying… I just know you and I both want to get away from this dump and I wouldn’t mind at all if you wanted to come with me. I promise I won’t neglect you like he did, and if you decide you hate me I won’t make you stay like he did.” She reached down and ruffled his hair lightly again, giving him a tiny smile, as if it might influence his decision. |
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| Kaiden Brooks | Mon Apr 7, 2008 2:29 am Post #9 |
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Taking the book from the woman, he placed it carefully within the pack upon his back. Listening to her all the while she spoke, a faint smile traced his lips, but it would only remain for a brief instance once her hand began to rub his head again. Spurts of pain began to shoot forth from each raise and bump that lay scattered across his head, especially his face due to the scrunching of his features. The moment her hand stopped its action, his soft countenance would lighten in response not really wanting her to bother about his injuries much. That’s when his thoughts picked up over his appearance for the moment, causing both of his hands to immediately drop down to the cloak adorning his body, making sure that it covered his neck completely and entirely. The last thing he wanted now was to have another person pestering him about something that didn’t even matter anymore. It wasn’t like he could even remember what had happened to him to cause such a thing. There were a lot of things he couldn’t remember, since his thoughts were lost to the abyss long ago. During her speech, his ears would perk up at the sound of her name, mentally trying to pronounce it all the while her speech went on. A look of puzzlement crossed his face, before taking the book and opening it in his hands again to scribble down, “Coredeelyah, Cordeelia, and lastly Cordelia.” Looking over each of the written names curiously, both of his hands would spin and offer the book out to her, issuing a shrug as if to say, ‘which one?’ Hopefully, just hopefully she could at least understand gestures if not Sign Language. As soon as she would answer, both of his hands would spin the book back to face him, before scribbling down, “Call me Kaiden and you really shouldn’t go behind my back. We can go anywhere, long as it’s not here.” Over the years his style of handwriting got much more elaborate, intricate, and elegant in each pen stroke he made, leaving quite the few people ask him if he’d practiced a lot. That type of question annoyed him beyond belief, but he knew the woman wouldn’t be dumb enough to ask such a thing. So far she seemed quite pleasant to be around, but it may just be the fact that she saved him from suffering further assault from the group of men earlier in the night. Offering the book out to her again, hoping that she would take up into her hands this time. Just to make sure she got the hint, his head would nod towards the book, while his hand reached for the pen residing in the crease between the pages. While she would reach, his hand would bring the pen tip flickering across the top of the page, knowing that it would be upside down to her, but didn’t really care. The words were as follows, “The city guard doesn’t like me, they’ll kick me out if they see me. Also, no one seems to like me in this city, Balefire is okay, but they’re less friendly. And Kellen, they won’t let me anywhere near there. This is my only place to go, so I can’t let them see me and if they do, we have to leave, okay?” While it really didn’t seem all too important to most people, it was all the world of difference to him, because this was his home. Not just one building, not just one certain place, but the thing as a whole was his home and if he lost it then there would be no where else that was any safer than that of Balefire…Unless of course if he wished to cross the desert, but that would be an insane type of idea to even consider….Patiently he awaited the woman to decide upon their place to go, but with the current addition of information, he doubted she would be able to center herself upon one single decision too quickly. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Apr 8, 2008 1:29 am Post #10 |
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Noticing his face scrunch up when she ruffled his hair, Cordelia made a mental note to not do that anymore, at least until he was all healed up. Poor baby… she just couldn’t stop thinking about how unfortunate he had been in his few years alive. There were no other words for everything she was feeling and for everything she had already thought. Such acts of cruelty and abuse blew her away and seeing it really broke her heart. As she talked she noticed the confused look on his face before noticing that he was writing something in the book. There was one more reason now to take care of this kid – he couldn’t interrupt her! While it was incredibly mean and a bit selfish to think that, it at least meant she could talk as much as she wanted and the only thing he could do to protest was scribble in that book. There weren’t going to be any harsh words to send her off the edge; only smooth letters and hardened facial expressions, and those wouldn’t really do much to her. She could really see this as being the beginning of something great. He’d get the benefit of being taken care of by someone who actually knew what the heck she was doing, wasn’t overbearing, and would give him plenty of room to breathe while still making sure he was shown affection. She’d get a second chance to take care of a child, she could talk as much as she wanted, do whatever she wanted… both of them won in the end. “Coredeelyah, Cordeelia, and lastly Cordelia.” The boy had overestimated her. She wasn’t really sure what he wanted, but she had almost instantaneously narrowed it down to two options. Either he wanted the spelling of her name, or he wanted the pronunciation. She doubted he would need the pronunciation, since he couldn’t speak, and spelling didn’t really matter unless he planned on addressing her by her name. Even then, any of the three spellings weren’t so difficult that she wouldn’t know who he was talking about. In the end, though, she figured she might as well answer both – just to be safe. “The first spelling is how it’s pronounced,” she explained, “and the last is the correct spelling.” She offered a smile, faltering somewhat inwardly. Hopefully what she had answered had been what he wanted to know… “Call me Kaiden and you really shouldn’t go behind my back. We can go anywhere, long as it’s not here.” Kaiden had been the name she had preferred all along, so she was glad to see that was what he wanted her to call him. She did feel a bit guilty about going behind his back, but she still firmly believed that it had been the only way to get what she wanted. In the end, that was what she really had to look out for. Her own desires were a bit more important, and besides, her knowing might end up helping him in the future… all right so that was doubtful, but it would at least satiate her curiosity. “Eh, well going behind your back looked like the only way, sorry hun,” she said honestly. Even if he was young, she hoped he would be able to understand that. “I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to. I can either be a complete liar or be brutally honest… take your pick.” Unlike with other people, she would let him have some sort of an influence on how she acted. She couldn’t guarantee always telling him the truth, but she could at least try for his sake, couldn’t she? The book was offered to her again and she took it within her hands, just as Kaiden had hoped she would. She lifted an eyebrow when he started writing upside down; she wasn’t talented enough to read something like that. As soon as he had finished, she turned the book around, her eyes scanning over the words just as she had done before. Everything would be going so much faster if he could just talk… but Cordelia made sure she stayed patient. It wasn’t his fault he was handicapped. She tapped her index finger against her chin, debating on what to do. It seemed that he did want to come with her, but if they couldn’t stay in Taras and couldn’t go to Kellen, then what were they supposed to do? What he said about Balefire was true, and while it might not have been the friendliest place, it seemed like the safest right now. The kid needed a friendly environment, but right now safer sounded a lot better. Besides, that was where her home resided, so if anyone decided they didn’t want to be nice to little Kaiden there was somewhere to retreat to. “Ehh…” she began. “Balefire. I’d say that’s the best choice.” She handed the book back to him, taking a step off in that direction. “So, Kaiden, let’s play the getting-to-know-you game. It’s very fun.” Not really, but she figured they might as well talk, or well talk, read, and write on their way. “How old are you? I’m twenty seven.” That was probably a huge number in a little kid’s mind, but that was a minor detail she had failed to look at. Oh well. |
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| Kaiden Brooks | Wed Apr 9, 2008 12:37 am Post #11 |
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Carefully his eyes watched each and every movement of her visage for hints of anything while she spoke words of believing her or not. After a time, his interest would concede and allow her the benefit of the doubt. If she would lie, then she would do it in a noticeable manner so he would know. At least that was how he thought anyway, besides she seemed pretty true to her words or she would have never put her nose in the whole ordeal that took place earlier in the night. At the mentioning of Balefire, his eyes would widen briefly only to soften shortly after, it wasn’t something he was all too excited about. But as she seemed to think, it was something that was needed to be done, considering he couldn’t exactly stay here alone. And the past times he went to Balefire was all by himself, this time he had someone with him to perhaps aid him if things got hairy. If not…Then it would be a lesson to never trust a single person during the remainder of his life; however long that would last. Tearing his attention from his thoughts and back to the time at hand, the soft gray hues of his eyes would dance along to the retreating form of Cordelia when she began on her way towards that of Balefire. Sucking in a deep breath of air, Kaiden would then proceed to run after Cordelia enough to catch up and bring himself along side of her, where he would glance down at her feet to best match her pace on their little trek. Finally getting the rhythmic beats of their feet hitting the cobblestone bellow in sync with each other, his full attention would turn to her question. For a short while he stared up at the woman, trying to factor out the numbers in his head and finally coming up with the number eighteen. Holding a hand up in front of him, the thumb would raise as if he were giving someone the thumbs up to create the number ten, but the hand would then quickly twist in a counter clockwise fashion. Each of his digits curled outwards with exception of his thumb and middle finger as the tips of the two would connect themselves to create the number eight. It wasn’t so much for her, but as it was for him. Opening the book again, he would take the pen up in hand, before scribbling out 27 and placing a 9 bellow it, which he would then proceed to break down into the number 18. Circling that number, he would tap the tip of the pen against the paper at that point, before shrugging and writing, “Age holds no truth.” Leaving that statement as that, the boy tilted his head up towards the ¾ moon that lingered above them, casting its radiant light down across them and their surroundings. For a long while the boy thought, not of anything in particular, but over a culmination of ideas that stirred about his vividly imaginative head. That was of course until one thought implemented itself within his head and it involved the woman alongside of him. Something about her made him feel at ease, but yet at the same time at unease…As if something wasn’t quite right about her. Unable to place a finger upon it, the soft gray hues of his eyes would slide over to gaze at the woman a moment. She didn’t necessarily look like someone who would outright offer help to someone without some type of purpose to it, what that purpose was that involved him was something he couldn’t place no matter how long he thought about it. Shrugging it from his mind, all of his attention would shift and befall upon the book in his hands where he would again begin his ritual of scribbling out words. Pausing in the action, Farant’s free hand would quickly move to flip the book to its first couple of pages. On that page resided countless names and small little two-three sentence blurbs about the person in general. Running the hand holding the pen down the page and across the names, mentally reading each one in his head as they came to view, until he would soon paused just bellow the one written as Manic Deathstorm. In the space free bellow the name, he would write out Cordelia leaving a good chunk of space after for her last name should she ever offer it. Throwing a hyphen upon the page just beyond the space for the last name, he would scribble out, “Woman who helped me in Taras, currently heading to Balefire in her company.” From there he would stop, only to flip back to the previous page he was at to begin writing again, “Why don’t you tell me about you, since you probably know a lot about me? For starters why you helped me?” Most people would be shocked by the eloquent way his words left the pen, no less the way he used them in each sentence, but it was the countless years he had spent buried in books and surrounded around those who used such words frequently. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:26 pm Post #12 |
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Honestly, this was becoming a bit tedious. She wished he could have talked… just walking wasn’t very fun and it took time to write that just speaking wouldn’t have taken. She didn’t notice his eyes widen at the mentioning of Balefire, but even if she had, she wasn’t changing her mind. Balefire was really the only option if everything else he said was true. Nothing had been said about Cascadia, but after the bad experiences she had there, she didn’t exactly want to go there unless it was completely necessary. She’d had enough of tieflings to last her until… well, until she got her revenge on Fehade. The thought made her grin. Oh, that was going to be one glorious day. Her eyes fell downward, and her features softened somewhat as she noticed his little legs in comparison to her own, much longer ones. The way he was trying to keep up was entirely too cute! Cordelia laughed lightly before slowing down a little bit. It was hard for her to not want to take full strides, since she was so used to it, but making sure that poor dear didn’t burn out because he couldn’t keep up was more important. She wasn’t accustomed to walking alongside people who were so much shorter than she was, so she was going to have to repeatedly remind herself of what an acceptable speed would be. Hopefully she’d be able to keep it in mind. As Kaiden lifted his fingers, she simply tilted her head a bit, looking at him in confusion. It took her a moment to realize he was creating numbers and not trying to use sign language again. She swiped a hand through her hair just as he created the number ten. Aw, that was adorable! She would have thought that he was younger, but she always had a tendency to do that; it wasn’t a big deal. However, when he then made the number eight, she had to say she was really puzzled. First he was ten… now he was eight? That was a difference of two years! He then started writing in his book, and as soon as the numbers twenty seven, nine, and eighteen were written, she could have fallen over. Couldn’t he just make up his mind?! Ugh, none of those numbers made any sense! Sure, by now he had circled eighteen, but there was no way he was that old. He looked like just a kid! However, she began to doubt that when he wrote ‘age holds no truth’. It wasn’t the kind of statement little kids wrote, and that, paired with the intricate handwriting… well… it all added up. “Eighteen I guess then, eh? But you’re right, it doesn’t matter. Age is just a silly little number.” If that wasn’t awkward, she didn’t know what was. If that was the case, she was only about ten years older than him, and if he was twenty seven, they were the same age. Oh, goodness. What the heck was this kid? Clearly he wasn’t human. No human would have survived having their throat ripped open, either. More confusion. Goodie. Cordelia rolled her eyes and averted her gaze, looking at the various buildings they were passing instead. It would offer a minor distraction until he would start writing again, even if there was nothing too great here. Why was she even bothering? None of it was important. And, even if it was, it was some pretty dull important stuff. When she heard the page turn, she discreetly turned her eyes to the paper. She wasn’t so sure why he kept a record of everyone he met – bad memory, maybe? Either that, or he was some stalker who obsessed over every person who crossed his path… but she doubted that. Even if he was ‘eighteen’, she still thought of him as a child. What was she supposed to do when he looked exactly like one? Treat him like an equal? Haha, yeah right. She treated kids better than she treated people her own age… so little Kaiden was extremely lucky he looked like he did. Before he flipped the page, however, she caught a very familiar name that mde her stop in her tracks. She blinked for a moment, knowing that she had seen that right. That was just peachy, just fantastic! The kid knew Manic. She hadn’t seen what he had written about the guy, but she was certainly going to find out once he stopped writing again. It would be rude to tear the book from his hands now. “Why don’t you tell me about you, since you probably know a lot about me? For starters why you helped me?” Her eyes narrowed at the question. It wasn’t something she was too excited about answering, and she didn’t think simple, false answers like ‘I’m a good person’ would work with this kid. Oh, well, she could try that anyway. “Because… eh…” She really didn’t want to answer this. “You needed help and… I was… there…?” Saying that almost made her cringe. It was such a lie that it even showed on her face. Pretending to be something, or someone, that she wasn’t had never been a huge talent for her, but talking about her deceased son was even worse for her. Before he could write anything more, she reached down and snatched the book right out of his hands, lifting it up above her head and opening it from there. Even if he jumped, he probably wouldn’t be able to reach it, which was exactly what she wanted. She flipped through it for a moment, just because she was nosy, before she went to the page she wanted. She read the description for Manic and almost laughed. “I feel bad for you for running into that crazy freak,” she snorted. “He tried to kill me, you know. And he bound me to a contract to make me respect him. Granted, he’s helping me with something… but he’s still not a good guy. I don’t want you hanging around him, is that clear?” She then proceeded to grab his pen before drawing a small, angry face next to Manic’s name. She wasn’t very artistic, so the drawing wound up being a simple circle with two dots for eyes, a zigzag line for a mouth, no nose, and two lines arching downward above the eyes. Quite proud of herself, Cordelia giggled before handing the book back to Kaiden with a grin. “There we go, all better.” |
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| Kaiden Brooks | Thu Apr 17, 2008 8:40 pm Post #13 |
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Eighteen…The number played through his head over and over in slight confusion. Right…Eighteen when he looked the way he did was the woman that dense or was it just the confusing process in which he allowed the numbers to present themselves upon the parchment of the book. Whatever the reason, there would need to be some form of clarification to keep things from getting too awkward and/or confusing. Granted it had already reached that level, but at least he could spare some more of the confusion, hopefully. Though at the sheer second he was about to continue to write some things out the woman had snatched the book from him, leaving a scowl set itself across his face in response. And then came her response to his question, while the book still resided in her hands, it wasn’t as if he could really respond to the woman at that point in time, so with quick and angry hands his fingers spelled out L-I-A-R before signing it out in one quick and concise movement of the hand. Anyone even unfamiliar with sign language would be able to piece out the L and I in it, the A would be a little harder and the R could be a possibility, depending upon how the person watching thought on its appearance. Whether or not she got it, it really hadn’t mattered. At this point, the fire still roared in his eyes and the anger upon his face remained present as everything about this woman swiftly washed away, starting from the action of snatching the book and to the lies and finally the bad talking of what he would consider a friend to an extent. Wanting nothing more than to walk away at the time being, he knew he couldn’t at least not without the book in his hands, but once she returned it, it occurred to him. What was the point in having it…? No one respected him because of the need to use it and without speech there would be nothing but those trying to treat him like a petty little child trying to defend him from everything and anything that looked sharp or harmful. Staring down at the book within his hands a faint frown crossed his lips. As much as he hated it, it was true….She was just another of the farses that littered his life, another fake and another phoney that presented itself as some sort of figure in his life. No more….No more would he accept that and no more would he allow himself to get hurt at the expense of trusting another. So without delay the book would flair open in obvious disgruntlement and the scribbles that would take up as his writing were nearly illegible in their appearance, but they would come to appear as, “You’re just like the rest.” From there the book would slam itself shut with the force of his hands, only to be quickly after tossed towards the woman in haphazard manner, before veering off from her side and down one of the alleyways, where he would pause and drop back first against one of the nearby brick walls, sliding down to a sitting position against it, using it to support his back as he had. Bending his legs at the knees, the soles of his boots would plant themselves flat upon the ground, while his arms rested in crisscrossing fashion upon one knee to the other, chin resting just atop them as he began to blankly stare at the brick wall ahead of him. Who needed her…Sure she helped him, but what she did was uncalled for…Something he didn’t respect in the wish. Tonight he would settle for being alone…A woman as loose with her tongue and actions like that would never come to apologize… |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Thu Apr 17, 2008 9:38 pm Post #14 |
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Cordelia felt her stomach sink a little bit. Maybe she was dense enough to think there was a chance he was actually eighteen, but she wasn’t dumb enough to not notice he had just spelled out ‘liar’. Dang… that kid was good. Then again, her lie hadn’t been very convincing. There was a part of her that felt guilty, since he was just a kid and only wanted the truth. Even so, there was a part of her that simply said that he would have to deal with it. The tragedies of her own personal life weren’t for other people to know, and there was no way Kaiden could even begin to understand – he was too young. In the long run, simply not telling him would wind up being best for him. Couldn’t he see that? She sighed inwardly. Of course he couldn’t, for the same exact reason that she hadn’t told him. He was just simply too young. However, she hadn’t exactly been able to place what he had been angry at. She knew he was, with that look he was giving her, but she figured it was just because she had taken his book away from him and had read the list of people he had met. Children were fussy like that, and growing kiddies especially didn’t like their property taken away from them. Cordelia knew that, but there was a very clear difference between knowing something and respecting it. Kaiden frowned a little bit when she returned the book to his care. Cordelia lifted a brow, confused as to why he would do that. She hadn’t done anything too bad to it; a little smiley, or rather angry, face written over someone’s name wasn’t that big of a deal, was it? She hadn’t torn any of the pages out or completely invaded the book and read every single thing that was written on the other pages. In fact, she had been very nice about that. She could have started at the beginning like it was some sort of story, maybe even read it aloud and dramatized it, but she hadn’t. She could have been a lot meaner than how she was behaving right now, so why wasn’t he grateful? Oh, well, the silly little boy would learn to cope with her ways soon enough. People usually got used to her if they stuck with her long enough. The pen began to scribble across the paper and the book was then thrown at her. Cordelia was stunned by the sudden violent action, but nevertheless reached out and caught it. The vampire bit her lower lip. She had really screwed something up, hadn’t she? Was wanting to keep the personal details of her life to herself such a problem? Was taking that book that big of a deal? For goodness’ sakes, it was a book, get over it already! Cordelia’s eyebrows knitted and she watched as he stomped off into the alleyway like a spoiled brat. There was a part of her that wanted to throw the book right back at him, but then she would be acting just as childish, and that would hardly solve anything. She then remembered that he had written in it, and for a moment she tapped her fingers against the cover of the book, wondering if she should look. He had gotten so sensitive to her grabbing the book before… but this time he had thrown it at her, so she could always use that as an excuse. Slowly opening the cover, Cordelia turned to the page he had written on. The handwriting was much messier than before; was he that upset? She was able to read it, since her own writing wasn’t very neat, and after reading those words she felt like she had just been slapped across the face. Just like the rest…? He was comparing her to the old man that had ‘taken care of him’, to Manic, to everyone else he had met? Oh, but she was so much better than them! She knew how to actually handle kids and how to be nice to them. Unlike Calvin, she didn’t let kids go running off into the streets, and she was in a much better mental state than Manic. To be compared to them was incredibly insulting… But she was so ashamed, because in a way, he was right. If she knew how to handle kids, then why had she been so completely obnoxious? Why had she let him run off into that alleyway that could be filled with rats and diseases? She folded her right arm over her stomach while propping her left elbow on her wrist so she could pinch the bridge of her nose with her hand. For the first time in a very long time, she actually felt genuinely guilty. She was absolutely no better than Calvin or Manic for letting Kaiden become that angry. Cordelia looked into the alleyway with a saddened look on her face before numbly heading to the alley herself. She was such a terrible person. How could she have let herself do that? She could have been a lot nicer than what she had been earlier. Maybe she didn’t like asking politely, but just like Kaiden had done nothing to deserve being beaten, he had done nothing to deserve her being so callous, and for that she needed to apologize. Her actions simply just couldn’t be justified. She’d lost her first child; losing another one was just completely out of the question. The thing that made it worse was that this time, it would have been her fault. Kaiden wasn’t hers, but that didn’t mean she was incapable of caring about him. Standing over him now, she leaned down a little bit, her arm extended downward with the book offered to him. She took a deep breath, looking upward and shifting her weight from foot to foot. Contemplating doing the ‘right thing’ made her head sting a little bit, but it certainly wasn’t as bad as when she had had to admit to Manic that he was right and that she wanted his help. Kaiden was just a kid, after all, so she was pretty sure and quite hopeful that he wouldn’t spit it back in her face. Looking back down, her blue eyes focused on his tiny frame against the wall, that shamed, guilty look present on her face. “What I did wasn’t right,” she said smoothly, loud enough for him to hear but much softer than her usual outrageously loud tone. She crouched down, looking him right in the eye. “I shouldn’t have snatched the book from you, I shouldn’t have written in it, and I shouldn’t have lied to you. It’s how I usually act because I’m just a big ol’ meanie, but I’ll do my best to change that for you because you haven’t done anything wrong and I am completely ashamed that I acted that way, especially to a sweet kid like you. I won’t ever snatch the book from you again and I won’t write in it unless you want me to. I can’t tell you any details as to why I wanted to help you, because it was for an entirely personal reason that it hurts too much to talk about, and I hope you understand that. I can tell you, though, that I hate seeing kids get hurt and knowing you did absolutely nothing to deserve that was a very large part as to why I helped you. I apologize, Kaiden, and I sincerely hope you’ll forgive me because I can’t stand the thought of letting you down.” |
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| Kaiden Brooks | Thu Apr 17, 2008 10:37 pm Post #15 |
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When the woman interjected herself back within his company, a distasteful frown slid across his slender and small lips. Carefully he listened to each and every word she said, soaking it into the depths of his mind to store away for the future and to simply mull over in his thoughts. All the while he listened, his eyes lifted to the book that was held out to him, before taking it up into his hands and hugging it against his body. Though, once she reached about mid point in her sentence, the frown that remained prominent upon his visage quickly faded and a smile cracked across his lips in its place, no matter how badly he tried to prevent it from doing so. The sweet kid comment was what got him to smile, but the further she progressed the more she began to win her way back into his favor fully. Throughout the entire course of the night and the course of many nights, it was the only time anyone was genuinely honest with him. Granted she didn’t give him a full on reason, but it was genuine and that was all that mattered. Even if the actual reason did bring about countless questions that swam the chaos of his mind, but he would respect her and not ask the question again. By the time she stopped speaking though the smile spread its way completely across his face. Without wasting much time, Kaiden would gently set the book off to the side and upon the ground, before rocking up to his feet to throw his arms around the woman’s neck. Using what strength he had, he pulled the woman into a hug, before finally pulling away and poking her nose lightly with a nod. It had been an INCREDIBLY long time since the last person he actually even considered hugging, so the woman was completely and utterly fortunate to even get him to do such a thing. But for the first time in the long time, he felt he had actually made himself a friend of sorts. Besides, it was the only way he could visually communicate to her that he appreciated her honesty and what it took to come and tell him that when it would have been much easier to turn tail and leave like he never existed. Turning from her, he would bend down to pick up the book in hand, before flipping it open to the page involving the breakdown of Manic and Kaiden’s meeting. At the top of the page resided the word “Highlights” with an underline bellow it. In short, the page was meant to show the upside of their meeting together and bellow it resided a page jam packed of information, starting at the words, “Where I received my cloak.” And from there, a couple cute blurbs about some of the things he said, which appear totally uncharacteristic to those who knew the man personally. Presenting the book out for the woman to read, his head would nod towards it as if to show her why that angered him. Once completed the boy would shift the book back to face him, before flipping to empty page where he would start scribbling down words like, “Bullies, keep away, and everyone lies to me, understand?” Presenting the book back out to the woman for her to read, his head would nod again before smiling and taking up to writing again, “You’re not like them, you stayed.” Again the boy showed the woman the words, only to spark up to writing again, “We all have personal things…That’s why I didn’t like you talking to Calvin.” The moment the words were written, the boys hand paused while his eyes carefully looked over the words, before finally allowing, “Trust earns information.” Lifting his eyes from the parchment, they quickly danced across his hand, only to pause momentarily upon the marking that lay on the back of it, wondering if she noticed it yet and would ask about it. Most people did, especially Manic, it was the one thing that bothered him about the man, was his pushiness to know about it when he couldn’t answer him. Regardless of that, his attention would lift to the woman, before moving back to the paper, “Are we ready?” |
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