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Post by pen on Sept 29, 2008 18:06:53 GMT -5
Pen stumbled out of the ruins of the lab. It had all been too much for her: the heat of so many people crammed into one small place, the smell of sweat and alcohol on their breath, the pounding music, the scent of old chemicals that had been knocked on the floor by some of the partygoers, the bad memories.
Pen felt like she like she was going to puke.
Why didn't anyone warn me? She thought, before reminding herself of the answer. They don't know about you. They don't know what this used to be. You didn't know. She hadn't even realized where she was until she saw the twisted metal of the cage where she'd spent the first few miserable years of her life. She was fairly sure she'd been created here. She' been moved when she was around four or five to another facility not too far away.
Pen sat down on the ground, pulling her knees close to her body and wrapping her arms around them. She rested her forehead on top of them, breathing in the scent of roses, he own natural perfume. It had a calming effect on her. She lifted her head up again, wondering if anyone else had strayed outside from the party.
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Post by Hunter on Oct 7, 2008 19:20:48 GMT -5
"Hey, you alright?"
Silent and well hidden within the shadows, Hunter had been waiting tensely for his girlfriend to arrive, when the strange, green haired girl had stumbled out of the several-years-former lab. He stepped into the light now, shuddering subtly as the shadows slipped away from his sturdy form. He moved with an oddly tentative grace, knowing full well that his appearance wasn't likely to leave a comforting first impression, what with his torn and threadbare clothes and the way the skin of his knuckles was freshly raw and bruised, the fingernails ragged from one his most recent fights. Worst of all was his face, a mess of fine, threadlike scars that glinted with silvery paleness in the glow of the streetlight, and the unusually dark sunglasses that hid his eyes from view.
"I could look for someone to help you if you'd like," He went on gently, trying hard not to seem too intimidating, despite his appearance.
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Post by pen on Oct 7, 2008 22:45:34 GMT -5
"No, thanks, that's alright, I'll be okay," Pen replied, looking at the source of the voice. It was a boy, a few years older than, who looked to be in shabby shape-ragged clothing, torn up hands like he'd been in a fight, scars crisscrossing his face. Definitely not someone from Hampton High, and probably not anyone from one of the neighboring towns who'd come for the party either. She seen worse than him, but not in school.l In one of the bad memories being in that lab had brought up. She shook her head slightly and toyed with a strand of blond hair that had fallen in front of her face, trying to get her mind off it.
"I just...wanted to get some air," She said to him, "Its sort of sensory overload in there." She jerked her head back in the direction of the lab. She wasn't too intimidated by him; at least he was making an attempt at being nice.
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Post by Hunter on Oct 9, 2008 20:18:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, I figured as much from the noise," Hunter sighed, leaning back against the metallic post of the street lamp. "That's why I'm waiting out here instead of there."He fell silent for a moment, chewing his lower lip as concentrated on his what his sense were telling him. For starters, he could almost swear that he smelled roses but he knew from common knowledge that there was nothing but overgrown weeds around these odd ruins. He'd brushed it off at first but when he concentrated on the girl and tried to "see" her, he didn't see the faintly glowing shadows and dark, faceless figure of a human. Her form was brighter than that, the details clearer and colorful even. That was odd... it made the girl simultaneously more interesting and more of a threat then he normal would have considered of her.
He might have left or tried to scare her off then, but one his lesser senses stopped him. It was the same sense he used around Silence, a sense she had forged in him actually, and he'd never tried to use it on other people before. The feeling he got was vague but unrelenting. Through it, he knew that this girl was saying less than what she felt, hiding something perhaps, which was only fair given that he was a stranger but it was the mix of disgust and fear that made him remain where he was. This girl seemed too much like himself and his girlfriend during their earlier years of freedom.
"You, ah... you sure you're alright? You sort of seem like... like you could use some help with something."
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Post by pen on Oct 9, 2008 21:42:05 GMT -5
She almost asked what, or who, he was waiting for, but decided it was really none of her business. He was probably just waiting on a friend or a girlfreind, or a ride home or something like that. She glanced up at the street lamp he was now leaning against. The bulb flickered for a moment, giving off a strobe like effect, about the only thing the party in the lab didn't have. The flickering stopped, and she looked back at the boy.
He asked her again if anything was wrong, like he knew what she was hiding. "Its really nothing," She muttered, "Its just...this place brings back bad memories." She hoped this answer would satisfy him and he'd drop the subject. She didn't really want to get into the whole thing; she'd rather just get it out of her head for the moment.
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Post by Hunter on Oct 17, 2008 11:04:24 GMT -5
Hunter nodded solemnly, tilting his head up towards the sky. He was about to say something more when a group of teens, clumsy with the effects of what they’d been drinking, stumbled roughly into him, knocking his sunglasses from his face. He grimaced, closing his eyes instantly as he stooped and reached towards where he’d heard the glasses fall when he heard the unmistakable crunch of glass and plastic. With a groan, he sat back against the street lamp, angling his head so that his dark hair fell over his eyes, hiding them in shadow.
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Post by pen on Oct 21, 2008 22:17:26 GMT -5
Pen scrambled backward as the group of drunks stumbled past them, not wanting to get knocked over or trampled . The guy she'd been talking to wasn't so lucky. They smashed into him knocking them to the ground, and one of them-she couldn't really tell if him or part of the group, crushed his sunglasses underfoot. "Why don't you watch where you're going?" She stood quickly, and shouted to the group, who made no indication that they'd heard her or care, just continued to wander away from the party. She looked over at the guy, who had leaned against the street lamp. "You okay?"
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