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Post by beaoscuridad on Apr 26, 2008 17:45:34 GMT -5
The light of the sun outside let in no warmth or heat. Only one prisoner sat without a blanket, the rest at least seemed cold.
"Aren't you cold?" Came several voices.
Lucinda did not answer. She lay in her corner, unmoving, her breath quiet. No one bothered seeing if she was alive. They knew she was. She always was. That was how she had ended up in Hallogray Tower in the first place.
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Post by Silver on Apr 28, 2008 20:52:20 GMT -5
Aidriana watched the girl on the other side of the room. She sat, bundled in a moldy, moth eaten blanket. It was no more than a scrap of cloth really, but she pretended it was a down-filled coverlet.
She did not feel the cold, but she wanted the others to think she did. She did not need them treating her as they did the other girl. Instead she forced her body to shiver, her fingers to turn blue. Her bare toes peeked out from beneath the muddy hem of her skirts, curled in upon themselves.
She had rather found herself in a predicament with this place. The spirits had led her here, unknowing of where she would really end up. But, they had not yet led her to her death, so she would wait, wait to see what would happen.
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Post by beaoscuridad on Apr 30, 2008 15:32:24 GMT -5
Lucinda slowly backed farther into the corner. She was so tired of them seeing her. Why wouldn't they look away? She had only ever liked to feel one person's eyes staring at her - but all of a sudden a cell full of strangers looked blankly.
She had tried so hard to make herself thinner than the window bars, but she knew it wasn't possible. It was undoubtedly for the better, considering what happened to all the escapees of the tower.
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Post by Silver on May 9, 2008 18:10:01 GMT -5
Dri watched the girl, her eyes catching every small movement and shudder. With a sigh she rose slowly to her feet, dragging her blanket along with her. She looked past the girl as she sat down beside her, pretending this was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Child, why are you here?" Her face turned to look the girl directly in her eyes.
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Post by beaoscuridad on May 10, 2008 22:39:40 GMT -5
Lacy paused, unsure, though their eyes met, that the girl was addressing her. Mostly in this place she was ignored.
"I am here for many reasons. Mostly, for a murder, but also because I breath though I am dead."
She smiled, her teeth clenched, as though it hurt.
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Post by Silver on May 19, 2008 18:28:24 GMT -5
Dri sat in silence a moment. She still could not understand why she was here. This girl did not seem outwardly moved, other than a, perhaps, bitterness towards her status.
"Murder, I understand. Being one of the undead; that is not so heinous a crime." HSe puled the blanket closer around herself. "It is something you get used to. Something you understand the more time you give it to bloom within your understanding." She looked straight at the girl once more. "It is what action you take that dictates how fast this understanding will blossom."
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Post by beaoscuridad on May 20, 2008 6:26:14 GMT -5
Lucinda smiled weakly.
"I've given up on understanding. I gave up understanding when I was pulled away from my burning house without a scratch."
She sighed deeply, as though she could still feel the smoky air.
"But, anyway, it matters not. Why have they put you here?"
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Post by Silver on May 25, 2008 17:19:35 GMT -5
Dri laughed shrilly. "I'm considered mad, child." She tilted her head to the side, indicating the rather frightened stares her laughed had invoked. "They locked me up here to protect the public. 'Course they only know of my day-job, so to speak. They know nothing of my bloodlines." She stretched out her hand and idly examined her fingernails. "'Sides, the spirits tell me to come here. So I come." She shrugged.
"How come you let them put you behind these steel bars? Why not just start again? You got lifetimes ahead of you child, why give up so fast?"
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Post by beaoscuridad on May 26, 2008 11:23:23 GMT -5
"Well, that one is a bit harder to explain."
She bit her lip, and a little blood spilled outt. She licked it away.
"You see, I am engaged to be married. The night they brought me here, my love told me to stay as long as I could stand it, and he would come back for me when he had cleared a path to a safe life. He said if I was gone when he returned - he would assume I was not willing to be his wife anymore. Of course I am, and so I wait. I wait for that precious day when I will stare out that window and see his face. Unfortunately, I know not when that day shall come, but I remain hopeful and I back myself into this silent corner. they never let the silent ones leave."
She grinned wryly, and stuck a pale thin finger to her lips, her dark blue eyes wandering to the guard outside the cell.
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Post by Silver on Jun 5, 2008 9:49:14 GMT -5
Dri played with her tongue inside her cheek a moment, carefully considering what she was about to ask and say. "So, when is he coming? I have found men to be rather unreliable at picking a girl up from anywhere; they either run absurdly late of forget altogether. How long have you been here?"
OOC: I apologize for the shortness of the post... think we could have a back story of exactly WHERE we are and possibly what time period? I don't want to do too much in case it screws up your mental images...
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Post by beaoscuridad on Jun 5, 2008 13:06:48 GMT -5
OOC: Oop, of course. I'm not the best at background stories but I felt nervous about joining an older RP with my first post.
Lucinda blinked at her. Then she emitted a small hiss.
"I have been here since 1905. Its a hard path for him two clear, you cannot expect him to be done already in just five years! Anyway, I don't think we'll be staying in this area. Maybe we can finally go south. Maybe East. North? West? Does it matter? Nicko will show up."
She plastered on a grin and looked away toward the window. It was sunset, but the temperature hadn't changed. So surrounded by all the other prison towers, Hallogray barely felt wind or rain or snow. Much less warmth or light.
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Post by Silver on Jun 5, 2008 13:31:04 GMT -5
OOC: Thank you, this helps a bit. Do we have a specific country?
BIC:
Aidriana sighed before laughing quietly. She could remember being in love; she could remember what it felt like to be loved. The ages had washed away the emotional attachment she had held to these memories; now they were merely a catalogue of events for the spirits to mull over in their quiet times. "Honey, I think your eyes are clouded with the haze of love and foolishness." She shook her head and looked over the other prisoners. This was a collection of madmen and people too important to be thought other than mad by the public. It had taken her a bit of work to be accepted into this particular building.
She pulled at her petticoats and sighed heavily. She was bored already. This had better perk up or it would feel like an eternity; and when she was feeling eternal, the spirits usually led her to mischief.
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Post by beaoscuridad on Jun 5, 2008 16:27:27 GMT -5
OOC: No terribly specific location. I was thinking around Michigan, Illinois, Canada, maybe Indiana.
IC: Lucinda glared into the dark. Part of her wanted to shake Dri. The other knew what she said was true.
"I am not being foolish," she muttered, "time is just playing games."
She turned away, looking at a woman trying to eat her hair, and another trying to stop her. They looked alike, she figured they were sisters. But in this place, it was hard to tell with all the prisoners. Something clanged against the bars on the window, and Lucinda saw a small ring fall down by the feet of the girl sitting by her. It was inscribed with a large N.
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