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Post by Jae Gordon on Apr 23, 2017 4:23:25 GMT
 He had transferred in as a senior. Now it was spring. His first, and only, year at Aurora was coming to an end in only a few more months and Jae didn't see anything good about it. Sure, he'd had the dubious pleasure of some classes on the control and use of these "powers" he was supposedly gifted with. Sure, he'd seen that he wasn't the only one with unwanted abilities. And sure, he had seen that these powers weren't necessarily a punishment. Even so, in spite of everything he's seen and learned this school year, he was no better off than he had been this time last year. If anything he was worse. There was no reason for it. He had been holding himself together well enough. He hadn't been really social, but he'd been doing well not avoiding everyone. He'd even talked to some people of his own free will. But lately? Lately he'd been caring even less about himself; about living. If asked if he was suicidal he would deny it, but Jae really couldn't honestly say he had a will to live either. In light of it all; the approaching end of the school year, the slowly but steadily increasing depression, and the lack of hope for the future that had never really improved; it was no surprise that on the night of the new moon, Jae found himself sneaking out of the dorms in the middle of the night and heading in the direction of Semora Hall. He had heard the rumors. Who hadn't, really? Semora Hall was haunted. There were demons. The rumors didn't always agree but the one thing that was always involved was a moonless night like tonight. Jae wasn't snooping in the hopes of ending his life, per se. There were more effective ways to do that. He just didn't especially care about the consequences and he was just curious enough to overcome the depression-incuded apathy that pulled him down every damn day. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? So it was mostly by the light of his phone that the young man picked his way towards the hall. It seemed different at night like this. The windows were dark. The only sound was the night breeze and Jae's own quiet footsteps. @open MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 22, 2017 3:01:50 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now.
I want to complicate you.
Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer.
Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now.
I never really thought that you'd come tonight.
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Moonless nights like these were always the worst. His master's demands for the lives of others became some much stronger than they were for the rest of the month. His powers swirled around the hall with little consequence, and one could almost see them shimmer if they looked hard enough. It seemed that lately, the redhead found himself practically living here. Of course he usually attended his classes during the day, but at night, he was always called here. His master's voice was always so loud on nights like these, beckoning everything that it could. But he was done feeding on squirrels and stray cats. He wanted fresh meat. Living.. Human.. Cyril shook his head. He couldn't provide much for his master, but what little he could, he did. He would lay there and bleed until he passed out on most days. But tonight was different. Someone was here. The red head sat up and looked around for a moment before moving out to the main parts of the building, watching as a student approached. He could almost hear his master's glee at how down this guy seemed to be. Wait. He knew him. They were in the same year. Sure, he didn't know him very well, but still, he didn't want to see his master corrupt him in such an awful way. He would stop this. He had to. Of course, it was hard at first, fighting the very demanding voice in his head, fighting off those awful telekinetic tendrils that liked to wrap around his feet and pull him to the ground. But he did. By the time he got out to the other male, he probably looked rather disheveled. He was panting lightly, and his fiery hair was a total mess, on top of that he was very dirty, and bleeding. "You shouldn't be here.. It's not.. Safe..." Well that was an understatement. [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass] |
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Post by Jae Gordon on May 22, 2017 3:29:00 GMT
It would have been a lie to say that Jae hadn't been hoping something would happen to him. Surely there had to be some root cause of all the rumors swirling about the place. And yes, some subconscious part of him deeply wished it to be something sinister. He could deny it all he liked but the fact of the thing remained: the idiot bot more or less had a death wish. Although Jae hadn't been trying to sneak soundlessly, his footfalls were fairly quiet mostly due to his careful pace. It was only the relative quiet of his own progress that gave him any warning that he wasn't as alone as he had originally thought. He looked up, in the direction of the approaching sound, the beam of light from his cellphone illuminated the disheveled figure of another student. He looked horrible. Jae recognized him vaguely as sharing a class or two with him but he didn't recall the other boy's name. But he looked like hell! Momentarily shaken from his meloncholia, he picked up his pace, covering the distance between them as fast as he could saying, "Holy shit, man, are you alright?"
Shadows seemed to twist in uncanny ways outside the LED glow from the phone in Jae's right hand but that could easily be rationalized away. More pressing was the state of the redhead in front of him. Headless of any possible threat or danger, Jae dismissed the warning he had been given, reaching for the other boy with is left hand in concern. "What happened?" he asked earnestly. "Are you alright, here let me help..."MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 22, 2017 4:09:00 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now.
I want to complicate you.
Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer.
Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now.
I never really thought that you'd come tonight.
You never could control me. | |
But it was too late for that wasn't it? 'Let's give him a show then, shall we?' Of course he hated the tone of his master's voice in his head as he was suddenly torn from the other male, dragged to the ground before being pulled back into the darkness. He had reached out for the other student, but there was no use in that. Cyril struggled against it, but to no avail. He guessed that he couldn't really blame his master for being bored, but really, did he always have to be used in such a way? He felt the gravity shift as he was lifted into the air. Well. This wasn't going to be good either. The red head braced himself as he was tossed into a book case, making a very loud crash as everything scattered about. Damn.. He had just finished cleaning all that up... He groaned an slowly shook his head. Candles started to flicker on here or there, creating an eerie sort of light around the room. The doors to the hall slammed themselves shut behind the other male. Cyril tried to hide a sigh as he pushed himself back up. Well, he might as well act the part and freak out a little, right? "P-please! Th-the doors! We have to get out! Before-"Perfect timing, as his master's laughter echoed throughout their minds. Cyril's eyes widened a bit as the laughter hit him, though his fear was rather faked, he had been getting rather good at that. "D-did you... Did you hear it too..?" Of course he had. Anyone near enough to the building would have. Still, he had to make sure. [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass] |
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Post by Jae Gordon on May 22, 2017 21:49:30 GMT
Jae was in no way prepared for what was in store for him. He still wasn't convinced that there was anything odd going on. That is, he wasn't convinced until the other boy was dragged off by some unseen force, pulling a startled "Jesus fuck!" out of him as the redhead was manhandled by something unknown and entirely uncanny. His left hand groped uselessly after him as he shone the light from his phone into the darkness about them. As the other boy crashed into a bookcase, Jae cringed in sympathy. That impact was gonna leave some bruises to say the least. Instinct warred with apathy which warred with empathy. Everything inside of him was screaming that this was a bad place to be; that he should get the ever loving hell out of there before things got even worse. But that instinct was dulled and muted by the utter lack of will to keep on living. Without a real fear of dying the urge to flee was rather toothless. But on par with the waves of apathy swamping his bones was a surge of concern for the red haired boy. He didn't know him but he didn't really have to. And deep inside something dark whispered that maybe he could take out two birds with one stone. Maybe he could help this other boy and just die a hero in the process. Wouldn't that be convenient. Under normal circumstances Jae would really have been freaked out and booking it; long before the sinister laughter filled his brain; long before the other boy's stammered pleas for them to get away. But nothing was quite normal anymore. It might never be "normal" again. Although his eyes were wide with shocked unease, and concern for the redhead, he didn't seem to be panicking the way a sane person would. "Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah I heard that..." He shook his head and picked his way across the dark floor towards the apparently scared boy, hand extended. "C'mon," he said, voice low. "Lemme help you up. I dunno what's going on but come on."MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 22, 2017 23:45:31 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now.
I want to complicate you.
Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer.
Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now.
I never really thought that you'd come tonight.
You never could control me. | |
Well no shit. He wasn't reacting in nearly as much of a terrified manner as he should. 'Ohohohhh He wants to diiiiieeeee...' His master's purr in his mind sent a bit of a shiver through him. He wasn't entirely sure that he was totally ready to give in to that sadistically delighted voice in his head and toss this man into that pit of hell. No.. He couldn't do that. He had already done that enough, hadn't he? 'But I'm sooo huuungrrryyy...' He sighed. He was always hungry. Cyril took the hand that was offered to him and slowly stood. "Th-thank you.. But.. Really.. It's not.. Safe here.."'Are you resisting me?' He had to stop the fear that rushed through him, cold down to his bones. N-no. Of course not. Why would he resist his master's wishes? But.. He couldn't help it. The red head stopped and shoved the other male back a little. "I know life sucks! But you can't want to die! Not here of all places! Because here you actually might have that wish granted if you're not care-" Of course he was interrupted as his body just sort of... Went rigid. It was like he just suddenly checked out or something, his eyes sort of glazed over for a few moments. Every now and then something would twitch, usually a finger, or a hand. "Sorry. I am.. Not well." Well that was an understatement. His voice seemed just a little different, and there was something a little more sinister in his eyes. "If you wish.. To die.. This really is the perfect place for you." His head tilted slightly to the side in an almost eerie manner. Inside, Cyril was screaming to be let go, but his master's hold on his was far too strong. "You can have freedom from this harsh world... Finally know peace..." This again.. His master was quite good at offering peace to tired souls. But was this one really going to fall for it? Or would he do the smart thing and turn around and leave? [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass] |
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Post by Jae Gordon on May 23, 2017 0:24:11 GMT
A bleak little chuckle bubbled out of Jae as he helped the redhead to his feet. That humor, no matter how bleak, was incongruous to the events that were unfolding around him. "Yeah," he said in response to the reiteration that it wasn't safe. "I'm starting to see that, I guess." And even so, he didn't seem unduly perturbed by the downright uncanny things that were happening. He knew full well he wasn't dreaming but this sort of stuff was like something out of a dream. Or a nightmare. "You al--" he began before being cut off by the sudden shove backwards. "Wha-?" The other boy's words chilled Jae in a way that the impossible laughter hadn't. His complexion took on an unhealthy grey pallor and the look in his eyes became shuttered and cold. No longer was his hand extended in an attempt to help. Both hands were hanging at his sides, right hand clenching his phone so tight it hurt while his left was curled into a fist, fingernails digging into his palm. His mouth had just opened to snap out something pithy and scathing about people who didn't mind their own damn business. But then a change came over the redhead. What the hell? Was he having some sort of seizure? Jae let go of the fury that had momentarily gripped him to wave a hand in front of the other boy's eyes, indignation giving way to pure confusion. When those reddish eyes unglazed they were different and Jae took a step back, considering the other boy through narrowed eyes. "Peace?" he asked flatly, almost dully. "You think this is about peace?" His voice was sharper now, almost raw. He turned away and kicked viciously at a book within range of his light, sending it sliding across the floor into the gloom. "You know nothing about me and I'm not here to play your silly possessed game." He veritably spat the last words, expression full of a soured desolation that ran like poison in his veins. Rather than heading for the door to freedom like any remotely rational individual, Jae instead strode stiffly away from both the exit and the other boy, tension and emotional agony radiating off him in almost palpable waves. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 23, 2017 0:37:28 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now.
I want to complicate you.
Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer.
Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now.
I never really thought that you'd come tonight.
You never could control me. | |
It was truly remarkable how humans were. His control over the red head remained in tact as he spun around and followed after the other male. He continued to follow him, a few paces back, just in case he would turn around and snap at him or something. "Minding my own business isn't any fun. It's incredibly boring here." The red head practically teleported in front of the other male, placing a finger on his chest as if that would stop him somehow. "If not for freedom, then what for? Are you not miserable in this place? Alone.. Or perhaps it's guilt.. Killing all of those people.. It weighs rather heavily on your conscience, doesn't it?" Now he really was pushing his boundaries, wasn't he? It wasn't hard by any means, getting into his head, seeing what pulled him down oh so much. Would he lash out? Still, the smirk never left his face, his eyes roaming over the other male as if he were some sort of tasty treat. Then again, to this one, he probably was. "I can take that away, you know. The memory of it all. The pain. The guilt. It can all be washed away.."[GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass] |
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Post by Jae Gordon on May 23, 2017 0:47:33 GMT
Jae froze, the redhead's finger just touching his chest. He had been walking away from him and his stupid little exorcist shtick. He had distinctly heard his voice behind him a heartbeat earlier. But now he was staring once again into those eyes. There was something wholly unnerving about that gaze but Jae didn't have time to ponder that before a nerve was soundly struck. Guilt. Guilt swamped him. His throat worked convulsively and he took a half step back, a cold and leaden weight seeming to form in his gut. "Shut up," he whispered hoarsely. "Just shut up!" Tears stung at his eyes but did not fall as Jae reached out and shoved the other boy away from him. He had thought he'd kept his head down. He had thought no one had recognized him and linked him with the Incident that had all but destroyed him; at least mentally, emotionally. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 23, 2017 1:11:52 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now.
I want to complicate you.
Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer.
Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now.
I never really thought that you'd come tonight.
You never could control me. | |
So that was it then. The guilt of everything that weighed so heavily on his shoulders. "It was an accident, you know... It's not like you had meant to harm those people..." His tone was soft, almost gentle in it's own sort of way. But still, he couldn't help the devilish smirk on his face. "I can help you... I can take it away..." And he did, letting his powers slowly infiltrate the other's mind, making that guilt lessen just a bit. But it was harder than usual. Probably because of how tormented he was by it. Still, he was never stronger than he was on moonless nights like this one. Slowly but surely he would get into this one's head. Slowly he would make him come to some sort of peace with what he had done. After all, that's what he was good at right? He took a few steps towards the other, once again placing his hand on his chest. Could he feel it now? All of that pain just washing away, like some sort of retreating wave, no longer beating against him. "Is it still death that you wish for..?" He pulled a knife from his pocket without breaking any sort of contact with him, and flicked it open, pressing it against the other male's throat. "I can grant you that, if you truly wish for it.."[GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass] |
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Post by Jae Gordon on May 23, 2017 2:09:43 GMT
Bile churned in Jae's gut. Blood coated his tongue as he accidentally nicked the side of his tongue with his teeth. He felt like he was falling, or like all the air had been sucked out of the room. It didn't matter that he hadn't intended to cause any damage. The road to hell was paved with good intentions, after all. He couldn't meet those eyes anymore. Jae stared down almost blindly at the floor between his feet. And yet it seemed that as the other boy spoke to him the weight of the guilt ebbed a bit. It was like the ocean; ebbing and flowing and threatening to drag him down with the undertow. "I..." He didn't know what to think anymore. He was still emotionally flayed but perhaps he wasn't quite drowning anymore. Once again he met those red eyes, seeming to be searching for something in that uncanny gaze. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 23, 2017 3:02:41 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now.
I want to complicate you.
Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer.
Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now.
I never really thought that you'd come tonight.
You never could control me. | |
His smirk fell a bit into a more normal sort of smile, an almost softness coming to his appearance, which was totally out of character for him, not that this guy would know that. He moved a bit closer, resting a hand softly against the other's face. Skin to skin contact made his powers much much stronger, and he easily tore away the guilt. "Does this not feel better? Without the weight of those terrible things on your conscience? Do you not feel lighter?"Again, Cyril struggled within him. He knew what this meant. He knew how dangerous this was. His master was getting close enough to this person to drag him down into the dark. Offer the world, only to plunge them into hell. That was the thing that he enjoyed the most. Watching all the life and hope and peace and freedom that he gave them shrivel away and die as he tore them to shreds. Or at least that is what he had been told. But he couldn't just let it happen again... 'Keep fighting.. And I'll eat you instead...'[GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass] |
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Post by Jae Gordon on May 23, 2017 19:00:57 GMT
The gentle touch of the other's hand on cheek made Jae's eyes burn with unshed tears. He closed his eyes, stubbornly refusing to let those tears fall. Inside the tide of guilt slowly subsided and Jae didn't really understand why. Yes, he did feel lighter; less burdened. It was as if he was receiving emotional novocain to deaden his all too reactive emotional state. It was almost as if he was floating a bit off to the side, slightly removed from that maelstrom of negative emotion that had been swirling around inside of him all this time. He opened his eyes and nodded tentatively. "How?" he murmured, feeling strange and ungrounded without the aching core of misery. "What...?" But he didn't know if he wanted to ask "what are you doing" or "what is happening" and the word trailed into silence. Instead of trying to gather his frayed thoughts into coherent words he stared into the other boy's eyes searchingly. What sort of power...? And why was he doing this? Why was he helping him with it all out of the blue like this? Although his will to live hadn't returned with the ebb of the emotional agony, he was at least not wholly consumed with the desire to die. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 23, 2017 20:59:42 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now.
I want to complicate you.
Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer.
Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now.
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Another gentle sort of look crossed his features. "How? It is my gift.. Just as you have yours. I can make the pain in others ebb away if I so desire." It wasn't a total lie. He really could do that. He just often liked to rip it all away and return the pain and horror tenfold and laugh rather sadistically about it as he fed off of them. But still, most of his meals had seen him as their savior. Even Cyril saw him in such a way. His master. The one who could give him all the love the world had to offer. Poor sod didn't ever see through his illusions. "I am simply capable of a great many things. Removing your guilt, your pain.. It brings me great joy, you see.. To see lost souls return to the light." What a bunch of bullshit that was. But he was a manipulative son of a bitch. "So tell me... Do you wish to continue to have this? Or would you rather go back to having all of that guilt eat away at you until you crumble into dust?"[GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass] |
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tragedy to tragedy, a lover's kiss; that's simple. religion falls behind the walls; paradise remains
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Post by Jae Gordon on May 30, 2017 21:48:39 GMT
Jae could hardly believe how much lighter he felt without the weight of all that guilt and pain that had been eating him alive for so long. It stunned him; that much was obvious, as he stared agog at the redheaded boy in front of him. He licked his lips and let his teeth catch momentarily on his lower lip, worrying at it as he shook his head. "No," he choked out in reply to the question posed him. "No, please I can't... I can't." And he couldn't. He already had no will to live. If that crushing weight of despair returned to him... He simply wouldn't have the strength to go on. Not anymore. Not now that it had been lifted. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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