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Post by Harlequin on Jan 1, 2012 22:38:10 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,400].:And When I Look In My Window So Many Different People To Be. That Is Strange, So Strange. You've Got To Pick Up Every Stitch:. [/shadow][/b] She laid on the hard bed,hands at her sides, snow white hair splayed around her head blending into the sheet beneath her. A lazy smile curled her cracked lips, eyes painfully wide. Harlequin stared at the ceiling but really wasn't looking at it, she had been doing so for the past hour and all who knew her-or at least knew about her- smartly kept their distance.She really wasn't even there, in the infirmary. At least her mind wasn't. She went on little lapses such as this quite frequently and preferred to be in a place where herself or someone else could receive immediate medical attention when they happened. There was no predicting what would occur when her mind was lost to her. Harlequin's pupils swelled, almost covering the whole iris, then shrunk to a pinprick, the colour in her eyes a swirling mixture of violet, ice blue, and gold taking hold. Her eyes continued on in this fashion, shrinking and growing. The box. Glass box. Pretty square. Ugly girl. Rotten child. Rip your eyes out! STOP! Don't stare at the ugly girl, stop crying rotten child. Cold box. Reflections too stunning, burning the sky. Every ones burning....Box is closing in. No air. Too much oxygen. Blue lips, red face. Changing colours. Let me out! Glass shattered, bloody fingernails. A dizzy light...Box gone. Ugly girl running, running in the rotten child. One,two,all. Same, we are the same. Images came with these broken thoughts as they raced through her cracked brain, but none could make sense to anyone but her. They were parts of her past, but drawn into a more creative memory. Her relaxed grin became a straight line then her face began to morph , bones popping and cracking as they grew and transformed. Harlequins face was now a more realistic version of Edvard Munch's, The Scream. Her features the true portrait of pain. Ugly child.Rotten girl. Sick lady. Jewels, pretty diamonds. Give, take them, rich sick lady. Dead bodies, pretty rubies fault. Hide them. Still lives, Fates knife in sick lady's fingers. Don't touch the gold. Bad glass, change. Disguise who you are. Pain. Ouch hurts so much. Better to change. OUCH! stop please..no more. No must make glass good. Run from mean jewels.Ugly girl staring at the rotten child looking at the sick lady.One, two,three, all. Same, we are the same. Her hand came up, the flesh an unnerving white. The fingers nails grew thick and sharp as she placed them right below her shifting eye. Harlequins hand slowly moved downward, deep shocking crimson gashes appeared beneath it. Blood ran down the side of her cheek colouring her hair and staining the once sterile sheet. Suddenly her finger tips stilled and her reddened hand fell back to her side, the finger nails back to their right length and thickness. Once more the bones in her face popped painfully loud as they rearranged themselves returned back to their original proportions. The look of anguish remained on her face, Harlequins eyes still shifting. Slowly at first then quickening her lips moved whispering words.
"White walls, blank. No faces, everyone gone. White walls, white ceiling, white floors, white faces. Dead no ones breathing. Why won't they talk back to me? White walls..." Her voice rose " EVERY-THINGS SO BRIGHT!" A manic laugh escaped her throat, building till others rushed over to her but did nothing, just stared unsure what to do. Harlequin curled onto her side, shaking with laughter, words chocked out in between. " No ones safe...the white floors....are red...so bright..." Her cries of merriment died, and she clutched her body rocking softly, sobs coming from her. Her mind returned to her but she remained as she was, crying loudly, blood mixing with her tears as they streamed down her face. [shadow=black,left,400].: You've Got To Pick Up Every Stitch. You've Got To Pick Up Every Stitch. Oh No, Must Be The Season Of The Witch:. [/shadow][/b] ** side note: i spent time on this post and I'd appreciate if the responder would do the same. thank you  |
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Post by Serenity on Jan 1, 2012 22:53:39 GMT -5
Conner, who had come here in search of the girl he was told was a nice person and could help him- heard the yelling. He walked quickly to its source only to find the odd girl.
A girl with long blue hair pulled up into a high, sloppy pony tale came to a stop beside him. Her blue eyes wide, she looked to him and asked, "what is going on? What happened?" He shrugged unable to answer. Her eyes encased him in kindess and love. They were so beautiful. So pure. He knew this was who he was looking for. They girl of the water.
Before he could say anything she gestured to the girl. "Who is this?"
"I don't know..hold on." He said, and slowly walked closer to the girl. "Hello. I'm Conner. Who are you..and what's wrong?" He looked at her with caring honest eyes knowing she needed someone to care.
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Post by Harlequin on Jan 1, 2012 23:24:22 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,400].:Im Not Afraid,Im Not Ashamed, Im Not Okay. Welcome To The Masquerade:. [/shadow][/b] Harlequins sobs quieted, then died and she slowly sat up, eyes a clear ice blue. Four ragged wounds dripped blood on her left cheek and a crazy light shone in her eyes. She remained silent untill the manic sparkle left.
"What is right?..." a sad smile played on her lips " I am called Harelquin and Im not well Conner.. my mind flies away from me at moments and i have the damnest time catching it again." she looked around at the shocked and slightly frightened faces before returnig back to Conner. "Surpised i know your name? you really shouldn't be...I know things because I cannont be seen when you are looking for me...i hear things when you don't think im there...im here when im not..do you understand?" Harlequin asked but then answered her own question. " No you don't...no one understands..." She clasped her hands in her lap, her hair a mess. the smile she wore grew even sadder." Don't be frightend...i don't mean to hurt anyone...don't..I-i.." she bit her lip eyes watering but no tears fell. She continued to bite her lip till a red line trickled down mixing with other lines of blood. "Ow" She said surpised and dabbed at the scarlett trickle with her finger, then raised her hand staring at it in wonder. [shadow=black,left,400].:Im Not Afriad, Im Not Ashamed, Im Not To Blame. Welcome To The Masquerade:. [/shadow][/b] |
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Post by Jatta on Jan 1, 2012 23:29:31 GMT -5
(aww! I was gonna post... But Ser beat me to it. Oh well, guess I'm just gonna have to stalk this instead.  ) |
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Post by Harlequin on Jan 1, 2012 23:44:07 GMT -5
( lmfao guess so then again it does say open...do what you wish unless "ser" has any objections?? ) |
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Post by Jatta on Jan 2, 2012 0:17:05 GMT -5
(Nah, I'd have to create a whole different post.)
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Post by Serenity on Jan 2, 2012 0:27:03 GMT -5
Conner joined her sad smile, and reatched a hand out and touched her arm gentaly, understanding.
"I do understand Har." He said giving her a nickname. "No one really understands a lot of ths for me either" he rubbed her arm with care. "Why don't you tell me what happened?" He said sweetly wiping the blood from her face.
Serenity looked at Conner in shock. She had never seen someone handel something like this so well. She smiled and sat on a chair nearby.
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Post by Harlequin on Jan 2, 2012 0:47:43 GMT -5
(nit picker here! lol isn't conner queasy at the sight of blood?? ) [shadow=black,left,400].:Out Of Her Mind, The Way Pushes Him Whispering She Must Have Been Out Of Her Mind:. [/shadow][/b] She studied Conner and flinched slightly at his touch. She was still fragile right now, and she wasn't used to people who saw her crazy side touch her. " but i understand you.. i know all of you...i have a nasty habit of easvedropping and i never get caught.." Harlequin's smile turned true at the name he ahd given her but it vanished when she spoke next, face dead pan. " But it hurts.. hurts so much to change..but i have too. I don't like being me" The blue in her eye's turned green, like Conner's and she looked down at her hands. The black dress she wore was wrinkled from laying down so long and darker in certain spots from blood and/or tears. The dress had one sleeve and it reached all the way to her finger tips, lovely black lace edging it. Diagonal flares of gold struck only the torso of the gown. It came down a few inchs past her knees. On her feet were muddy blue converse.
"What do you want me to tell you Conner?..I have so much to say..so much im not sure is the truth..." She looked up at him, voice strong, no longer shakey. Harlequin spared a glance to the girl with blue hair then said " you have such lovely hair..." Conner once again regain her attention, the tips of her white blonde hair becoming a familar blue. For a moment her face twisted in pain before returning normal.
[shadow=black,left,400].:Midday Delustions Of Pushing This Out Of Her Head, Making Her Out Of Her Mind:. [/shadow] [/b] |
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Post by Serenity on Jan 2, 2012 0:58:52 GMT -5
Serenity smiled then gasped. Her hand covering her mouth.
Conner glared at her, and grabed Hars hand protectivly.
"You don't like being yourself. You literaly change yourself to suit your imaganation. I get it. I wish I had the power to do that. But there's a reason I don't. I'm made the way I am for a reason. We all were. And whether we like it or not, we have to learn to adapt to ourselves. Learn to love. And its hard. But you can do it. You don't have to change yourself..."
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Post by Harlequin on Jan 2, 2012 1:13:01 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,400].:Blow The Smoke Right Off The Tubes, Kiss My Gentle Burning Bruise Im Lost In Time:. [/shadow][/b] " I thought you would understand...but no..no one does...I have to change Conner. I don't feel right when im me for too long, my skin crawls" The spark came back to her eyes, the lazy smile back on her lips. Suddenly her flesh began to move like thousand of bugs were moving underneath it. Harlequin snatched back her hand stroking the moving bumps. " white walls, white faces, white skin." She muttered. Harlequin's skin stopped moving and she her face turned painful then apoligetic. "Sorry Conner.. I-i..Im normally not ashamed but im sorry if i frightened you...so strange."[/blockqoute]
Warily a nurse walked up with bandages and cleansler for wounds.
"Harelquin, you hurt yourself again. Can i help you?' He asked. " No." She repiled a hint of anger in her tone. Gently she touched her face, the blood crusting as more leaked over top of it."Ow" She repeated her eariler statement.
[shadow=black,left,400].:With No Purpose And Drive, 'Cause In The End Were All A Lie. A Lie:. [/shadow] [/b] |
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