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Post by Admin on Apr 27, 2008 22:10:59 GMT -5
Summer, 1980
A black clad figure danced between the old graves in Retermositoa Cemetery. The city of the dead was on the outskirts of the supernatural epicenter that was Retermositoa. Siouxsie and the Banshees blared distortedly from a boom box resting on Marguerite Smith’s epitaph. Overhead a full moon shone brilliantly creating shadows that seemed alive.
Bottle of red wine in her right hand, a clove cigarette in her left, a mortal girl sensually swayed her body to the music. She was only 15 yet she danced like at any moment she could die. Pollynda was her name and she lived in the city.
Feeling a presence behind her she spun ‘round to greet her midnight intruder.
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on Apr 28, 2008 19:39:46 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Aldariths haunting, violently violet eyes met Pollyndas.[/glow] He stared a moment, taking in the scenery. This being a graveyard, there were, as expected, gravestones littering the area. Some seemed exceptionally extravagant, others miserably under decorated. Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful and so are you Dear Prudence won't you come out and play
"A wonderful night" stated Aldarith flatly as his attention returned to the girl. He knew nothing of her and yet inexplicably he felt as though he should. Was it her face? She didn't seem to have one of those familiar faces - this ones face was that of an individual, set apart from all the rest. Dear Prudence open up your eyes Dear Prudence see the sunny skies The wind is low the birds will sing that you are part of everything Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?
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Post by Admin on May 1, 2008 21:35:05 GMT -5
Pollynda kept her gaze focused on the new arrival even as she swayed to the melody. Music had been her life for the last few years so she couldn’t ignore it no matter the state she was in.
She took a deep swig of the wine as she traced the features of man’s face. He was attractive, Pollynda wouldn’t deny that. But what would someone be doing in a graveyard on the edge of the city limits under the full moon. She decided to ask him.
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on May 5, 2008 0:01:39 GMT -5
Aldarith looked over the scene once more prior to imparting the answers the girl wanted. "I find it an excellent place to meditate and delve into the farthest recesses of ones mind. The past lies here, as does the future." He contemplated the girl for a moment, and inquired after her own presence. "I have told you my agenda, what brings one so young as yourself to this place?"
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Post by Admin on May 23, 2008 1:20:44 GMT -5
"They're dead--each and every one of the people here--'cept me, 'cept you," she said as she pointed a finger in the stranger's direction, her nails painted pitch. "They're dead." Pollynda waved the stranger closer as she imparted her next words in a quiet tone. "Sometimes," she said, "I wish that I could join them."
Bringing the clove cigarette to her lips she took a long drag, pulling the delicious smoke deep into her lungs. Sensuously blowing the smoke from between her rouged lips she slightly moistened them--more for her own amusement than to gain the attention of the one who interrupted her night's escapade.
The song changed, something upbeat but with a melancholy twist. Pollynda continued to sway. Suddenly, she stopped. Putting her left foot backward, the wine bottle still in her right hand she bent over her arm in a bow as she extended her left. It was something she had seen in an old Robin Hood movie. From her exaggerated position she looked up into the strangers eyes. “My name, good sir, is Pollynda. Who might you be?” With equal exaggeration she brought the red wine to her lips once more as she straightened.
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on Jun 15, 2008 21:17:36 GMT -5
"My name?"He stared for a moment - taking in the scene. His eyes touched the nearby headstones, each one a different name. Every one had a story, his would never end. He chuckled for a moment. Never Ending Story was one of his favorite books. It was published but a year before, in 1979 by Michael Ende. It was from Germany.
"My name is Aldarith. Aldarith Myrna." He flicked an ant from his blackened nails. "
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Post by Admin on Jun 16, 2008 21:47:32 GMT -5
"I say, what an odd name. Seems we have something in common already."
Brining the clove cigarette to her lips Pollynda tried to take a drag only to realize it had burned down to the filter. She dropped the but, crushing it under her Doc Martin's and walked over to Marguerite Smith’s headstone where her pack sat beside her boom box.
She quickly lit another cigarette and retuned to Aldarith. A moment of sobriety entered her features. "You stay and meditate, be all up in your own head if you want to, but I'm going back to the city where there's more livelier things happening. You're welcome to join me."
Pollynda went back to her boombox and turned the volume down. She pocketed her pack of smokes and started past Aldarith toward the gates of the cemetery.
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Post by DolorNoir on Aug 14, 2008 2:25:54 GMT -5
"Aw come on! You're hogging it all!" "Am not!" "Am so!" "Am not!" "Gimme!" "Slag off wanker!" "Fuck you!" "Watch your tongue!" "Watch your fat ass!" "Don't make me bite you!"
Twilight and Phantom were scrimmaging over hair care products in Phantom's bathroom, preparing for a night on the town. Twilight had a definite upper hand, despite how much taller Phantom had grown in the last few months.
Twilight was a thin girl in her indiscriminate teens. She was built small and wiry, with eyes that had mysteriously turned violet when she had become a vampire. Her hair was bright violent red and cropped short and spiky, with a long sheet of bangs over half her face.
Phantom was sixteen, and was rather thin and clumsy due to a recent growth spurt. His hair was messy and dyed black, and he was constantly reapplying black Kohl on the rims of his hazel eyes. His face was rounded, slightly babyish, with definition ever emerging through his jawline. He and Twilight were quite the pair, black clad youth took to them as fat kids with the munchies at an IHOP.
Finally when both of them were sufficiently spiky-haired and make-upped, they clasped hands and walked out the front door....
....just as Phantom's father pulled into the driveway. The man looked tired. "Where are you two going?"
"Hey dad." Phantom said weakly.
"We're not sure yet." replied Twilight.
"Have fun." The front door shut behind him and Twilight and Phantom stood on the lawn, watching after him.
Ever since Phantom's mother had died, his father had not been there. He was not rude or cruel, just gone. When Phantom looked his father in the eyes, he swore there was nothing there: a cold abyss. Phantom avoided his father's eyes. They usually communicated with notes: grocery lists, forwarded addresses or phone numbers, instructions on how to cook dinner; and passing muttered greetings, similar to their recent short exchange.
Twilight knew that Phantom's distance from his father bothered him, just as achingly as she knew he was helpless to mend the situation. She kissed him full on the mouth and grinned, teeth shining in the low light.
"Let's go."
They meandered through many neighborhoods, walking quite a long way. Phantom wore very comfortable shoes since Twilight never tired, and often forgot that he did.
They saw two figures up ahead, intriguingly drunk by the looks of it. To Twilight after hanging around a town for a while everyone started to look familiar. It was a girl and a guy, and Twilight wondered if she'd met them before.
"Who the fuck are they?" she mused to no one. "I don't know." said Phantom. "Let's go find out." She grabbed his hand tightly and rushed forward.
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on Nov 28, 2008 0:01:20 GMT -5
Aldarith paused for a moment, meandering through his messy thoughts.
Strange days, these. Odd kids. He thought to himself.
Deciding that it would be the best (and most polite) course of action, he followed after the newly aquainted "Pollynda" towards the cemetary gates. He noted a funerary procession starting furthur away, and gawked at the coffin momentarily.
Superb Craftsmanship! He mused.I wonder what the lining feels like.
He quickly abandoned this train of thought, concentrating fully on Pollynda once again.
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Post by DolorNoir on Dec 1, 2008 20:45:21 GMT -5
Twilight and Phantom bowed their heads as the funeral procession passed them through Retermositoa Cemetery. When they looked up again the other two were gone. They walked around a bit and after only a few minutes, they found them again. They stopped quite a ways away and watched, waiting for more clues before actually going up to the people.
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Post by Admin on Dec 25, 2008 20:17:48 GMT -5
A slight wind crept up behind Pollynda as she followed the road back into the heart of Retermositoa City. It was a trek that she could do in any state of mind, even in her sleep. Retermositoa Cemetery had become like a second home to her.
She didn't know how long she had walked, or how many cigarettes she had smoked before the moment that her mind became lucid and she noticed Aldarith walking with her, but she suspected that a fairly long time had passed. She didn't mind the lapse in coherence but she felt a twinge of guilt that she had ignored a guest. Her nanny had always taught her (by decree of Pollynda's mother) that it was extremely rude to ignore people who were not of a lower standing than one's self. She shook her head to clear the sudden murderous image she had of her mother.
"Aldarith," Pollynda's voice was coarse from the harsh cigarettes. "Is there anything you'd like to do this evening?"
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on Jan 15, 2009 3:16:42 GMT -5
Aldarith's mind sputtered back into life like the engine of a derelict car. It had been a very long time since he had been invited to any form of social function. The figurative pistons of his mind whirred and groaned as he thought of all the options.
"First" he began "I believe that I should like a cigarette." Time crept in on them, stealing another moment before he continued on. "Then I am sure I would very much like to spend the remainder of the evening performing whatever activity you deem your favorite."
"I should also like to aquire some fresh attire for the time being - any mercantiles about that could accomidate me?" Aldarith queried, eager to piece together a new outfit.
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Post by Admin on Feb 8, 2009 23:58:09 GMT -5
Pollynda quickly offered Aldarith a black cigarette. She was down to her last few. She would have to stop at a store and pick up a new pack. She also flashily lit her Zippo lighter and lit his cigarette after his lifted it to his beautiful lips.
“I know the perfect place to find just what your looking for.” Pollynda sized up Aldarith’s current outfit and was excited at the prospect of shopping for gothic clothing.
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on Feb 9, 2009 0:12:26 GMT -5
Aldarith gratefully accepted the cigarette, daintily flipping it between his fingers as though it were a coin and the act was a cheap parlor trick. His blackened nails glinted in the sun. He allowed Pollynda to light up his cigarette befor he raised it to his lips and drew breath.
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Post by Admin on Feb 9, 2009 0:37:01 GMT -5
Pollynda led the way to a shop downtown that was open at odd hours of the night. The front of the store had no sign identifying a store name, just a blank black space. When Pollynda had once asked the store owner why that was he replied “I don’t like logos.”
Entering, Pollynda set right to work finding clothes for Aldarith. Being a child of privilege, shopping and fashion were in her nature.
Running around the store she quickly found and ensemble fit for Aldarith. A pair of skintight black leather pants, Fetish Cowboy shirt, velvet and black denim Versailles coat, fingerless fishnet gloves, and poleclimber boots.
“Let me know if you need a different size of something,” she said to him as she pushed him gently in the direction of the fitting rooms.
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on Feb 9, 2009 0:48:31 GMT -5
Aldarith slid behind the flowing, velvet affair that was the fitting room curtain. A twanging melody was flowing from the speakers above, mixing with the sepulchral tone of the singers voice to create an eerie cacophony of noise. He liked it. He gingerly removed his own garments and examined himself in the mirror. Eerily pale and free of imperfections, now as always. He slipped into the fresh pants first, being sure to pull on the shirt next to tuck it in neatly before zippering and buttoning his pants. He slid the boots on from a prone position, tightening the laces by stretching his legs and then tying them one hole below the top to allow for knee-room. Sliding his arms into the jacket, he shrugged it on over his shoulders before straightening the outfit out to make it fit properly. Apparently Pollynda had been a good judge of size. Everything fit perfectly, rendering her offer to change the sizes for him unnecesary. He stepped out from behind the curtain and stood gazed about to pinpoint Pollynda, who was examining something-or-other across the store.
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Post by Admin on Feb 9, 2009 1:36:55 GMT -5
Pollynda turned around when she felt Aldarith’s eyes on her. She went over to the fitting rooms and stood awestruck. The man had looked amazing in his own clothes, but he looked exquisite in the outfit Pollynda had picked for him too.
She stood for a long moment just appreciating the sight, a smile curving her crimson lips. “You look unbelievable. What do you say we get out of here?
“Hey, Sinister,” Pollynda called to the distracted cashier, charge my account. Prior experiences told Pollynda that it was very unlikely that she would ever have to pay for the clothes. On the way out of the store she grabbed a tape from the racks of music near the door.
“Common, Aldarith, I have an idea.”
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on Feb 9, 2009 1:46:16 GMT -5
Aldarith dashed back into the room and nabbed his own garments before dashing off into the ether with Pollynda. Unsure of what was to be going on, he asked Pollynda what direction they were heading in.
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Post by Admin on Feb 9, 2009 1:48:23 GMT -5
"We're going to the square in front of City Hall." Pollynda held up the boom box in her hand.
"Lets dance."
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Post by DolorNoir on Feb 14, 2009 1:46:00 GMT -5
Twilight could hear the goddamn Cocteau Twins playing in the store across the street. She and Phantom were having fun stalking the pair they had followed out of the cemetery. She had the sudden urge to throw on a bandit mask and demand from the strangers all of their loot. She realized that she was grinning maniacally only when Phantom was staring at her and cowering in fear.
"Eat this." Twilight thrust her fist toward him. It was a little plastic sandwich bag full of dried mushrooms. She pulled him back into the shadows, and did not dare go back out onto the street until the two they were stalking were well far ahead.
Twilight and Phantom crept out of the alley, proceeding very slowly and cautiously. With any luck they would go undetected.
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on Mar 3, 2009 23:18:55 GMT -5
Aldarith smiled his wiley smile. He would like this dancing business. He only wondered what exactly they would be dancing to. Vaguely aware that they were being followed, he dismissed the thought. There is a rug, sweep it under.[\i] He continued along with Pollynda, reaching the aforementioned square. It was, indeed, square. It was surrounded on 3 sides by apartment buildings, the 4th being city hall itsself. They passed through the entrance tunnel and passed into the square.
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Post by Admin on Mar 12, 2009 0:27:01 GMT -5
Pollynda entered the square with a flourish. Sweeping in, she placed the boom box on the sidelines in front of City Hall, the volume obscenely loud. No longer was it Souxsie and the Banshees for Pollynda had flipped the cassette tape over. Joy Division's new single "Love Will Tear us Apart", the melodic legacy of a musical pioneer, filled the square and put a smile on Pollyda's lovely face.
With abandon she danced, reaching out her hand for Aldarith to join her.
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Post by DolorNoir on Mar 13, 2009 19:47:43 GMT -5
Twilight and Phantom stood bickering in the alley. They had watched until the guy and teenage girl were out of sight before speaking to each other: Phantom was eating all the shrooms. Finally they were all gone, an each of them had eaten a large amount. Phantom had a stomach ache. In twenty minutes they would start to feel a bit weird, and in an hour or two they'd be arriving into the thick of their trip.
They walked out of the alley, tossing the plastic baggie into a nearby dumpster. They started off in the direction the other two had headed in.
"How do we know where they went?" asked Phantom.
"We use our ears dummy!" Replied Twilight.
Phantom just stood and looked at her.
"That's where the girl said they were going when they left that store dummy! Jeez!"
Phantom looked downcast.
Twilight laughed and kissed him, messing up his hair just a bit roughly.
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on May 13, 2009 13:32:22 GMT -5
Aldarith practically floated to Pollynda, taking her hand. He swayed rhythmically with the music - When the routine bites hard And ambitions are low And the resentment rides high But emotions wont grow And were changing our ways, Taking different roads Then love, love will tear us apart again What little of his clothing hung loose swayed free, lost in the guitar strings and sombre lyrics. He slipped a cigarette from Pollynda's pocket, lighting it with a match from his own. He took simple pleasure from the cacophany of crackeling as the blackened, spicy papers gave way to smoke and the bittersweet taste to ash.
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Post by Admin on Jun 5, 2009 4:01:38 GMT -5
Pollynda laughed as she enjoyed the simple pleasures of the night with a man she had just met. Ever since Wink had left months earlier she had been seeking companionship. Good music, good booze, good friends--they were the staple of her social diet for the time being. Each eased her mind away from the future and the past.
They continued to dance as more songs played from the weak speakers of the boombox. Pollynda hoped that the sun never rose upon this wonderful evening.
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Post by DolorNoir on Jun 6, 2009 16:55:37 GMT -5
Twilight and Phantom were sitting beside a dumpster and a few garbage cans in an alley by the square where the night's other two children laughed and danced. They started out by just spying on them, watching their bodies jerk and sway to the rhythm from afar.
However, they had now forgotten about the others. The music was an ancient drum, played by a cannibal tribe on the other side of the concrete mountain. The buildings shook and moved, light was skewed, gravity was working at an awkward angle and they were having difficulty hanging on.
A dash of weird light across the bricks caught Twilight's eye. "SNAKE!" She bellowed. Phantom jerked up and with a small shriek knocked over the nearby metal rubbish bins. The clatter on the pavement was too much for them to handle. They sprinted out of the alley and into the square, nearly knocking over the slim dancing girl. They tripped over each other's feet and flopped onto the ground before the dancer, clutching each other's hands with a ferocity that would have hurt had they been sober.
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Post by Admin on Aug 19, 2009 18:58:04 GMT -5
Pollynda recovered from the impact of bodies to watch the new arrivials cower at her feet. She extended her hand to them, an invitation to join in the dance and revelry.
That was one thing Pollynda loved about the youth of Retermositoa: they were all just looking for a good time and it was never hard to find.
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Post by Aldarith Myrna on Sept 21, 2009 22:21:28 GMT -5
Aldarith laughed at the catatonic couple and grabbed for the hand of the one Pollynda hadn't offered her own to.
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Post by DolorNoir on Oct 26, 2009 13:20:32 GMT -5
Phantom took the girl's hand, half expecting her to let go and drop him back to hard earth. But she helped him up strong, and he held her hand and started to dance.
Twilight grabbed the male hand extended to her and pulled herself upright again. Her legs felt funny, and she was bending sideways at the knees. She suddenly realized a very different kind of comfort in this stranger's hand than was in Phantom's. His hand was cool and stony, harder and older than her own. His skin was firmer, maybe even lighter. Twilight realized this gentleman was a vampire. Like her, but probably much older. She looked into his face. Her pupils huge, her violet irises pushed slim. She felt like she could see everything, if only she could stare for a while.
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