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Post by Jace (Conner) on Mar 6, 2012 10:42:22 GMT -5
Conner sighed. "Right. Okay. You seem to know where we are. Where to?" He glanced over at the tired looking Harliquin.
"Hey...You okay Har?" A concerned tone entered his voice, completely canceling out the previous annoyance. His concern for his loved once, was much stonger than the concern for himself. That has yet to change.
"We can stop to rest for a while if your like Har. We don't have to go all the way yet....I mean, it's not like we're gonna find him immediatly, unless you know exactily where he is..." He glaced again at his friend through the corner of his eyes.
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Post by Harlequin on Mar 8, 2012 8:41:13 GMT -5
“ I’ll be fine. I’m just trying to kick some habits, I mean if I’m going to be in public more often I can’t just duck into the shadows like a man and pop out a fuzzy kitten.” Harlequin said then paused. During her hesitation her eye’s shifted and silted into those of a purple eyed cat, her body shuddering slightly, both in pleasure and in pain. “ Lets go try to find your boyfriend. It will keep my mind off things. But as I said, with this cash we’ve so luckily-and by luckily I mean the Gods must really be favoring you- chanced upon we need to buy me clothes and transform you. Just find a thrift or costume store. Pick out whatever for me- doesn’t matter size, I’ll fit- then come back and I’ll help you with you.” Harlequin gave a warming smile in Conner’s direction the breeze from the window curling her hair around her face. “ There should be one down this street, to your left.” |
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Post by Jace (Conner) on Mar 9, 2012 12:06:24 GMT -5
Conner nodded and agreed, turning on the next corner and sure enough, Mal's Clothes Stood on the corner side. He parked the truck, and got out, openeing the other door for Harliquin. "Let's go m'lady" He smiled down at the naked girl, and striped off his long jacket quickly. He sighed. "Your never really in public much are you? Nudity isn't the best of ideas...Especially around here." He jestured around him. "New york isn't the nicest..." He sighed again, and tied the coat around her. Holding his arm out for her to hold on to, he said again, "Shall we go M'lady?" he smiled again.
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Post by Harlequin on Mar 13, 2012 22:34:17 GMT -5
For a moment she stared at his arm, unsure what to do-Harlequin wasn't too familar with contact of the human kind- but a flicker of a memory of a distant movie shot into her mind and she realized why he was holding out his arm. She took ahold, looping her arm through his, a bright smile on her pale lips. " The public eye is one i tend to stay away from, better for all parties involved. But yes I'm quite aware of how nudity is treated but i have no adverstion to it and I'm perfectly comfortable with my skin-whatever shade or form it takes. Oh and Conner dear? You need not fret about what others could do to me. I'm not the nicest either." Harlequin continued forward, her bare feet stepping on some broken glass but she paid no mind. Little rubies of blood trailed them as they walked into the store. Racks and rows of dated clothes sprung into her cat eyed vision, the chimming of the door bells ringing in her now slightly pointed ears. Harlequin glanced around the musty thrift store feeling as if she was home. As much as she enjoyed bright shiney dresses and new flashey garments , she was mich more partial to this kind. Harlequin turned adn pecked Conner on the cheek then relased his arm, going hunting.
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Post by Serenity on Apr 17, 2012 9:09:43 GMT -5
Conner A.K.A... Jace Morgensten... Conner smiled impishly, and followed after her, shaking his head at her animal like instigns to hunt and gather as she did. She really was one of a kind. He liked it. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he opened the heavy glass door to the shop. The bells ringed cheerfully. What irony. He was to short to look about the racks and racks of clothes in search of Harliquin, so instead he started to shuffled through the rack of coats in front of him, knowing when she was ready, she'd find him easily. As he moved the coats back on their hangers to get a good look at them, he found a flowing long black trench coat. He gasped. It looked so familiar. Yet so strange. Like a distance memory. He stumbled back a few steps into the door. The bells ringed annoyed. The cashier looked up ed back to him confused. He shook his head. "Sorry about that. Just tripped." He smiled sheepishly. She shrugged. "It's alright." She turned away, back to her boxes of clothes. Conner's' head was spinning. Long. Black. Flowing. Long legs hidden beneath. Black shoes. Black straight hair. Blue eyes. A shy smile. Him/ Conner knew why that coat was so familiar. It was the exact coat He had worn the first day. The Conner had arrived. The day his life had been changed forever. Conner's' face was pale, but she shook his head again, and was determined to shake it off. No distraction. It probably wasn't even his. Just some look alike. Curious, Conner stepped back over to the coat. Hesitantly he took it off the hanger. He knew what to look for. He flipped the coat inside out. The tag was torn, and barely readable. But Conner knew what it said. Property of Damon.[/font][/size] Conner dropped the coat, but quickly picked it back up before anyone noticed. He had been here... No! Time to move forward. you want to find him? Get Over yourself! His mind was screaming at him. Conner set his face back to an annoying neutral and step forward to the back of the store. Forward...Move Forward...[/center] |
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Post by Harlequin on Apr 24, 2012 18:19:19 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,400].: You Know My Mind,These Cheeks Hide The Twisting Cracks. Slip Away, Shake Black From Day And See A Killing Cat. :. [/shadow][/b] Shiny, shiny. Twirly. Ready to turn in circles.Long. Short. Swishy. Blue. Black. Crimson. Maroon. Gold. Shiny. Shiny Harlequins slitted eyes danced around the musty shop, spotting treasures among the wreckage. The diamonds in the dirt, so to speak. Dazzling, glittering diamonds. She paused in her gazing and strode over to a ring of clothes, feet making barely aduabile noises on the wood floor.Although there was many more flashy garments to choose from, she clutched a drab green overcoat smelling of dust and moths between her two fingers. As she rubbed the rough cloth with the tips of her thumb and index finger, Harlequins skin began to itch with the sensation of craving to transform, but she refused to cave into urge and pinched her eyes shut.Harlequin swayed on her feet, the cloth tightly gripped in her fist now while she tried to hold onto her mind-What was left of it anyway. Her chest expanded and deflated as she took deep
cleansing breaths but when she opened her eyes the world was swimming in nightmares of the past and she couldn't help but dive into one:
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8. Repeat. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8. Repeat. 1,2,3..... The numbers stilled in her mind as her own feet held, stuck before the door. So many times she had been forced down these halls, placed into the room with the man who had petal hands and the women with sharp eyes and black nails. Demanded to play their games unless she wanted the shocks. The shocks and the water. How she hated them. But today , instead of her counting her rounds of 24, they stopped at the cool steel door of 19, one she had only heard the screeches of tortured beings like herself sound from.Why would they bring me here?Harlequin wondered.She almost always complied to their twisted wishes,and never posed as an actual threat to them. Of course, the flower fingered man hadn't a clue what she really was, and she,and her so called'parents'wanted to keep it that way. They wanted to keep her safe,but they never once did they try to save her.
So there she stood, barefooted and for all intents and purposes barenaked. The long corridor that stretched out behind and before her was cool and she shivered when they halted. Whether from the cold or the prospect of actually going inside a room where noises of agony only reined was still a mystery to Harlequin. There was only silence in that moment however, but that in itself was even more frighting than if cries of anguish blared from within. It left her with her maddening imagination to
it's own devices, creating her own screams of pain to fill up the dead air. Harlequin was shoved forward when she refused to move, which resulted in the smashing of her face into the steel door, red blossuming from her nose that spilled down her chest. The ruby streams dribbled onto the floor and Harlequin bent over, fingers swirling in the blood creating designs until she was hauled up by her ice blonde hair without a yelp comming from her mouth. She wouldn't break the silence yet.
Harlequin turned then, looking at the brute who had bashed her into the door and gave her a manic grin, scarlet rivers staining Harlequins porcilen flesh. The burly woman gave her a disgusted and, as normal, sharp look before a clicking of a lock sounded from the door.The woman pulled it open, her onyx painted nails a keypoint for Harlequins eyes until she was pushed into the room.The door slammed closed with a kind of finallity as she stumbled on the slippery floor, bruising a knee or two. The lights in the room-which came from an undistingushable source-blinded her for a moment and she stayed curled on the smooth ground.Quickly though, she regained her vision and upon inspection Harlequin found that the entire room,floor, walls, and ceiling was one giant mirror. She was in a box of glass.
Run and find the Ugly Girl, hide her from the spiteful world. It's too late she slit her wrists with the glass box.
[/color] There was no large crash, no snapping open of the eyes or quick movement of any kind that happened after Harelquin returned to the present time, no reason other then sheer will power that caused her to removed herself from such thoughts. She just walked away from her memories, fled from them and with it, her sainty. Slowly, ever so slowly, her fingers uncurled from the fabric and her eyes lazily slid open, a tight smile on her pink lips. Harlequins eyes blazed an errie lavander-to a mortal eye a deep blue- and the ring of colour was exteremly wider than normal, almost swallowing the whites. Fire..can't the world just burn? Engulf the spinning orb of detrimental shells with a cleansing destruction..just be.. be free. Harlequin looked away from the garment she had been previously grasping and was about to contort her hands into those of a certain pale fire weilding boys, before a slightly annoying chime of bells distracted her feeble mind and a soothing familiar voice calmed it. Her head snapped to the direction of the sounds and although she couldn't find any reason to the exchange of words, she found one voice soothing and even though insainty coursed through her brain she slowly sought for control of her mind. Minutes passed and the voices stopped talking-one she could now identify with a boy named Conner- but soon enough her eyes dimmed and returned to their previous feline adapting state. Harelquin, still not in the best of mind frames, sank to the ground and crawled into the center of a circular metal rack of clothes, curled knees to chest. She wrapped her arms around her body, staring blankly at the curtain of fabric in front of her.[/blockquote] [shadow=black,left,400].:Switching Places When Clocks Spin, Eyes A Toxic Trap.Flames Cure Only Burns and Kiss The Broken Girl:. [/shadow][/b] |
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