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Post by nate on Sept 5, 2008 5:38:24 GMT -5
Silent foot steps could be heard through out the halls. It was the soft sound of bare feet hitting the floor, creating hardly any sound but just enough to be heard a few feet away. The halls were brightly lit, except for a few broken lights that would flash off and on. Other sounds included were, quiet breathing, a small fluttering sound and the often crinkle of paper. Andrew had been walking for hours and he had no idea what actual time it was. Trudging down through and up halls trying to remember how he got in here. Every door and even all the flashing lights looked the same. Would he ever get out?
His spiked up blond hair stayed perfectly in place as he stopped abruptly in the middle of one of the halls. He unclenched his right hand and looked down onto a small piece of paper he was holding. What was on the paper almost seemed like an interview list. It had things like 'name, age, where you live,' written on it. His blank eyes scanned the top part of the sheet. "Name, Andrew." He said with no emotion at all. His memory had been getting worse since he came to this place, this place, this... he checked the paper again. "Home, here?" He said with an upward reflection. He filled out that sheet himself but the thing was, he couldn't remember if he ever had another true home. For now, this was home to him. His wings quickened their fluttering as he started to walk again. His face showed no emotion, and either did his eyes. In fact, it looked like his eyes had no pules at all. They were soulless but big and beautiful.
The frail fairy doll that was, he checked the paper again. "Andrew." Continued down the never ending halls. Some memories were clear, some were hazy. Maybe that's the way they're supposed to be. Maybe if he could recall the things that he forgot, maybe his memories would just hurt him. He shuttered, he was cold. Maybe being skinny as a twig and frail as a newborn would do that to you. The impact of the title floor to his foot started to hurt after awhile. Should he rest? If he could find his way out that is.
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Post by laurel on Sept 6, 2008 22:48:09 GMT -5
Laurel's eyes flickered in interest at the sound of the approaching footsteps. People. It was rare for someone to walk do the corridor that she now stood rooted in. Curiousity overtook the normally still girl, and she stepped out of the shadow and into the light. One small light bulb was the only source of light. There it hung, in the middle of the ceiling casting a feeble ray of light to add shapes to the nameless ghosts that seemed to haunt the hallway, but were merely old chairs and broken lamps.
The cold air around her caused her regularly sickly face to become one of no colour, like one who was dead. Her clothes too, were colourless, causing a eerie and unnatural vibe to radiate to all who saw her. She longed for the feel of soft dirt beneath her feet once more, to feel the wind in her hair and smell the fresh mountain air once more, but it was not to be. Instead she stayed there trapped. Unable to remember all, and determined to remember. That was her purpose. That was the point of Laurel Blackburn's existence. To remember, and discover.
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Post by nate on Sept 8, 2008 19:05:11 GMT -5
Andrew felt very cold all of a sudden. Colder than he was before. He rubbed his hands together to get warmer, but it wasn't helping. "Hello?" He spoke quietly. "Is anyone.." He quickly cut himself off and turned around to see nothing there but more hall. He did a full 180 and stood perfectly still. "A, B, C, D, PHD, if you move I'll cut your arm. You can scream you can shout, no one cares there's no doubt. A, B, C, D PHD, here I come you cannot run." Andrew stated this so clearly and so memorized that it was like the twisted song was branded into his mind. After the song Andrew immediately fell to the ground, crawled up to a wall and went into the fettle position, with his back against the wall. He started to whimper and rock himself back and forth. The first time he can to this place now called home, he could remember it very clearly now. The crazy doctor that made him into this fairy boy sung that song to him before they operated on him.
He wanted to forget the painful memories, and maybe remember the good ones. Like remembering times he was with his family, he had a family didn't he? "Go away!!!" He screamed. "Get out of my head!!" He shook his head. Tears started to stream down his eyes as he continued to panic. His crys were echoing down the halls. Normally, people would go see the problem of the screams but no one cared here. No one cared at all about him. "AHHHHHHH!" His scream was very high pitched. He swung the back of his head against the wall and knocked himself out.
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Post by laurel on Sept 11, 2008 5:31:29 GMT -5
Should she come out, and let him know she was here? she wondered, watching the stranger carefully and cautiously. It soon became apparent, though, that his words were not directed to her, and she stayed silent. It was almost as if he wasn't really saying them, another voice, trying to be heard through his body...or a memory. She stood there, the silent observer, and watched the scene unfold, listening to the screams, and finally, watching him knock himself out.
As a shadow, she loomed above the cold quiet figure. Curiosity and concern getting the better of her, Laurel knelled down in a graceful and silent swoosh. "Hello?" she asked, her words drifting like a summer breeze. "Are you okay?" With that, she removed her shawl from her shoulders, and placed it gently on the boy. Gently, she lifted him up, until he was sitting, and sat there, his limp body leaning against hers, and she began to sing. It was a song of joy, and freedom. Of the feeling of running in the meadows, and climbing the mountains. A song of birds flying, and insects buzzing. A song of healing. Life pourred out of Laurel, and she gave it to him, giving him hope in this gloomy place.
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Post by nate on Sept 12, 2008 19:12:20 GMT -5
Andrew slowly awoke to the sound of someone singing. He fluttered his long eyelashes a few times trying to wake himself up. His wings started up like a sick motor boat. He sniffed in some air and sneezed like a kitten. He slowly opened up his eyes and red drew around his cheeks when he saw that a fragile, pretty girl was in front of him. "Oh dear." Again his voice had no emotion. "How did I get here?" He questioned. It was obvious now that when he knocked himself out he totally forgot about everything. "Hello. How do you do?" He reached out and grabbed the girls hand pulling it to his mouth and he kissed the back of it. "I'm," He checked the paper. "...Andrew. What's your name?"
Andrew looked over the girls face and gave her a smile. It was a smile that had been perfected by lots of practice over the years. A smile that had been forgotten by all of the busy people. "How do we get in here?" He looked around. "I don't see any possible entrances or exits." Andrew pulled himself form off the floor and pulled the girl up by the hand. Andrew looked down at his shoulders and saw the shall that was given to him. "Oh. Is this yours?" He put it back on the girl. "You'll need it more then I do. I might be cold but I'm always cold. I don't have much bone mass." He articulated his words perfectly, like he was a computer.
He looked down one of the halls, then looked down the other. "Do you have any sense of where to go." He looked down at his feet. "Because I think I'm lost." He held out a hand. "Will you help me?"
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