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Post by Seth Rowan on Sept 7, 2008 17:44:09 GMT -8
Seth stood in an empty hall of the Headquarters, revelling in the fact that he had found one of the few places there where you couldn't hear the screams and smell the blood of those being tortured in the dungeons below. He leaned against a wall and ran a hand through his hair, closing his blue eyes and relaxing in the relative quiet. Times like this brought up memories of a happier time, when he was young and his twin still associated with him and the rest of the family.
"Whatever happened to you Jacob?" He murmered to himself as he stood there.
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Post by jacob on Sept 7, 2008 19:09:57 GMT -8
Jacob was there. Spying, trying it out as a possible new hobby. It just didn't seem him, but he could try it. Mind, he had a clearly uninterested look on his handsome facade. He had ears like a hawk, perhaps it was because he was not as human as he appeared to be. A small spark of recognition showed in his face as the realization came upon him that this wasn't any other low life. This was his own brother. The twin that shared the same bloodlines with him. The one that he used to have a strong connection with.
He wasn't sure the exact moment when the connection vanished. Perhaps this is because it was a gradual thing, and it eased him into the feeling of being alone. Or perhaps it was because he just didn't care anymore and had forgotten the time of which nothing tied him to the other boy but blood and appearance.
A moment of emotion twinkled in his eyes as he thought about what was, but he quickly just placed another mask atop of it to cover up anything that could make him appear as something more than a 19 year old 6 foot tall boy made of no emotions but hatred.
To be honest, it was easier to hide the emotion then to let it show, as strange as that may sound, as he was becoming accustomed to it. He muttered quietly to himself about how nice food would be right now. Something to take his mind off of everything except for his next plans of devastation and destruction. That or whiskey; another one of his favorite things.
One of his not so favorite things- having his brother think about him. Wouldn't it just be easier to forget about Jake as Jake had done to Seth? Why take the hard road when it leads you to the same rain rotted hell that he was eventually going to end up in anyways.
The hall wasn't exactly what one would call 'well-lit'. And when Jacob finally stepped closer to his brother -making enough noise that he was sure to hear- not every detail of his handsome figure could be seen clearly. "Whatever would you mean Seth; what happened to me." He paused. " Nothing happened to me, I am still the same wolf-dog you have always known, just with more secrets." His voice was rather low, but it fit him well enough.
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Post by Seth Rowan on Sept 7, 2008 19:14:03 GMT -8
Seth turned to face his brother with a sigh.
"Jake. You know exactly what I mean." He replied, his bright blue eyes silently pleading with his brother. But his expression remained as blank as he could make it.
I know everything a healer could wish to know about the mind and body, but I can't help my brother with the problems he faces. He thought sadly, clasping his hands behind his back. It really hurt him to be unable to help his twin, the one who used to know him best. The two of them had been inseperable when they were younger, but as time went by they had drifted. The pressure of the Sceithian court had been too much for the more volatile Jacob and he had bent beneath it.
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Post by jacob on Sept 7, 2008 19:58:16 GMT -8
*gets on knees and begs Aden to extend her post to at least 100 words.*
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