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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 13, 2009 17:42:50 GMT -8
His silhouette against the rare, bright blue sky was one hard to mistake for anyone else, but then again, he had never been one to fall in with the crowd, and even if he had wanted to, the crowd would have fallen away from him, leaving him as wide of a path as he would ever want. Was it a blessing or a curse that everyone was so in tune to the thick aura that said he was a threat? He supposed it was good for them, but there were some times, rare times, usually times far away from where he had last been intoxicated, that he felt just the slightest bit lonely, doomed to walk alone, first for his blue-eyed curse and then for the man he had become as a result of that.
Which was perhaps why he was making his way to a town or something like that, and, unusually, he didn't have the intention of getting drunk. Instead, he wanted simply to buy something. If all went well and nobody acted stupid, he wouldn't have to bully or threaten at all for he had planned for this and actually had money on him, instead of keeping it in whatever inn he was staying in, where it would actually usually be stolen, not that he minded terribly. After all, he had been one of the young boys living off the obliviousness of those who were better off. And money pretty much had lost all of it's value to him. If he wanted it, he had it, and if he didn't have it, he could get what he wanted anyway. Funny how life always went out of it's way to be ironic.
He was sure he had enough. How much was a pound of rose tea anyway? Couldn't be that much...and he was paid in gold. But he hadn't really planned what he would do after he had gotten it. Perhaps he would just keep it with him, or maybe he would blow it into the wind as he tried to read his damned letter one more time. No one was just willing to teach him how to read, or at least how to read that one piece of writing, and it would just feel wrong to threaten someone to do it, not...not with the person who had written it.
And perhaps he would be seeing them again soon, since he was pretty d*** sure he had some disease that was going to get him killed. Of course, he still was confused about the whole idea of an afterlife. He wanted there to be one, but he also didn't, and he also knew that there was no way in hell that there was one. This was why it was just easier to live where he was right now, in his present life, and live exactly how he wanted to with no regrets. That was his plan as of now.
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Post by Violet Alexander on Sept 13, 2009 19:17:26 GMT -8
She really had no reason to be there. All she wanted was to be away from her home for a small amount of time, and there she was, sitting on top of a hill outside of a town she had never been to. Being a princess made her enjoy the attention of the commoners even though she didn't like them, but today was different. She just wanted to be isolated from everything.
Violet leaned back to prop herself up on her hands as she looked up at the sky. It was a nice day, and for some odd reason she was in a nice mood. It was weird for her to be in that mood, because she usually felt like being a bitch most of the time. She felt good though, she was alone and didn't have to be miserable.
She sat back up to look at the town as she started to sing one of her favorite little tunes. It was a song she learned as a little girl and she loved to sing it. There was also the fact that it suited her voice well. She always sounded good though, she just liked to sing this song the most.
Her voice was strong, but delicate as it rang out into the open space. No one was around to hear her, so she didn't have to worry about that aspect. Even if someone heard her, they couldn't say she was bad. She had been told many times her voice was very good. Her only problem was she had never sung in front of anyone she didn't know, only spoke, so if anyone did come up without her knowing, she might be embarrassed.
She leaned over as she continued to sing and picked a small flower from the Earth. It was more of a weed than a flower, but it was still pretty and she liked it. She used her thin finger to play with the petals, oblivious to the town and everything around her now. The 'flower' and her singing now had her attention as a small smile now took ahold of her lips.
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 13, 2009 20:00:23 GMT -8
If he had been a dog with floppy ears, those ears would be perked up right now and his long nose would be in the air, and at the same time he held that almost comical expression, it was like a knife made out of fear had just stabbed him in the stomach. It was completely unprecedented and he didn't understand it. What kind of instinct would tell him to run for it just because he heard the sound of a girl singing? No valid conclusion came to him as to why he of all people should be scared...of anything, so he shook his head and was rid of it, it was as simple as that.
But he couldn't help but want to see who it was with an urge that had the same strength, if not more, so he shuffled Banryuu on his shoulder and stepped off the beaten road, soft grass squishing and feeling pleasant underneath his bare toes. He really shouldn't be taking a detour, but, he had been putting this off for years and he had all the time in the world. No boundaries both of the physical world and of time marked his itinerary.
But when he climbed over the hill, he had not been expecting to see none other than Violet Alexander laying on the ground singing, nor the strange feeling of deja vu that came with it. Without even realizing it, he had clutched his stomach with his free hand and was moving closer, like a hypnotized wild animal, eyes wide and face expressionless, unless he was only a yard or so away, still only staring transfixed. The strangest feeling of all was that he couldn't do anything about it...what the hell? If he didn't like something, he could end it, but...he didn't want her to stop.
Snapping out of it and thoroughly frustrated with himself, he frowned. "What the hell are you doing?" he spat, swinging his covered halberd down from his shoulder and leaning it on the ground so he could lean on it. He hated her so much. She wouldn't tell him what he wanted to know and he couldn't just make her do it, so everything had to be based on her d*** whim. He didn't like, no, he hated anything having to do with him being based on a whim, just a split second of thought without reason. How he wished he could kill her and be done with all of the confusion that came with interacting with her, but he couldn't.
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Post by Violet Alexander on Sept 14, 2009 13:51:54 GMT -8
A voice rang out through her singing as she was still sitting there fumbling with the flower. She jumped slightly and stopped everything she was doing. She thought about the voice that had just reached her ears. It sounded oddly familiar, but not only that, the tone they were using with her was unforgivable. What were they thinking using that tone of voice with her? They would pay for it, right?
Violet slowly turned, the first thing she noticed, being his sword. She let out a small, yet angry huff, and then stood up, back to him once again. Running her hands down her dress, she brushed herself off and tossed the flower to the ground. “Great, just great,” She mumbled, her happy mood now gone. “You just had to show up didn’t you?” She now turned to him, looking him up and down. How many more times were they going to meet? Every time they see each other, it doesn’t end well, so why do they have to keep showing up where one another is?
“Now,” She stated, crossing her arms, “why does it matter to you what I’m doing? And you’re not blind or deaf, so it’s quite obvious what I am doing and I have every right to do it.” Earlier, before he had shown up, she was quite happy with being alone and just happy all together. Then he showed up. If it was anyone else, except for a select few, she would be perfectly okay, but no, it had to be him. It had to be Amri, the one she couldn’t stand. He was a self-centered, arrogant, psychopathic asshole, which she didn’t want to be around. One minute he was nice, then the next he was acting like a jerk and treating her like he didn’t give a care in the world. Well, she didn’t have a care in the world for him either. Not anymore.
Violet stepped a bit closer to him just to close in a small amount of distance. She wondered if this meeting would make anything different between them. She also analyzed the fact that the last couple of times they had seen each other he was trying to get an answer out of her. She was intent on not giving him what he wanted. Shaking off her thoughts she looked to the side with only her eyes and then quickly looked back to meet his eyes. “So, what do you want Amri, other than to either make my life a living hell, or try to get the reason for your problem out of me?” Violet asked with her snobbish tone as she shifted on her feet.
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 14, 2009 20:14:28 GMT -8
He had been in her presence for maybe a minute at the most, and he was already feeling pissed off. He just had to show up, did he? He wasn't the one who had just been singing, for God's sake, and she was trying to make this his problem? Or was she trying to subtlely hint that she thought he was stalking her? As if he would bother would something as pointless as that. Even if she was fun to irritate, she irritated him just as much so neither of them really won or loss in their interactions. He hated draws, so he wouldn't let that happen this time.
"Excuse me? You think I have nothing better to do than follow you around picking fights? I'll have you know that I was doing something when I decided to find out where that racket was coming from." It wasn't necessary to point out that her singing had actually been good and he wouldn't admit that in a million years. Like he was going to give her that satisfaction, and he knew her well enough to know she wouldn't expect that of him anyway, just like he wouldn't expect her to compliment his fighting skills. It just wouldn't be done.
In fact, he really wouldn't mind turning around right then and doing precisely what he had been planning on doing, but then she would probably ask what that and he really didn't feel like explaining...not that he would. What he did do was sigh and turn to look out over the hill as a short gust of wind blew his thick braid back, but it wasn't that same hot desert wind..."And let me guess, now that you have my attention you're planning on finding a way to use me as your entertainment because you have nothing better to do." He tossed his head slightly out of pure arrogance but glared at the horizon, not looking behind him where she stood, though he did let his eyesight flicker to the sky to notice that clouds were floating. d*** this place. He didn't want it to rain again, he liked the heat.
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Post by Violet Alexander on Sept 19, 2009 18:27:05 GMT -8
What was his problem? Following her is what it seemed to be. There was only one time that she had found him and that was the first time they met. The second and third time he found her and now this? He was, so.... there were no other words for him than what had already been described.
Violet let out a small scoff at his comment. "Racket? You think my singing is no more than racket?" She started to raise her voice as she spoke to him and then she took a deep breath and looked away. There was no point. She knew she was good and she wasn't going to let him get to her. "You're not worth it." She chuckled lightly looking back to him. "You're just trying to make me mad and I'm not going to let you get what you want."
She watched as he turned from her and the wind blew his braid back. The same wind blew her blonde locks in her face, making her bring up a hand to remove the hair out of her line of sight. She couldn't believe his accusation when he spoke once more. Why would she want enjoyment from him? "Don't flatter yourself." She said calmly, but mockingly. Never would he be good enough for her entertainment.
"You know, you are the one who disturbed me? You are probably the one who wants entertainment if anything." She turned away from him and sat down where she had been before. "So, at anytime you could leave." She smirked to herself as she pulled up another flower from the ground. She looked out at the small town she had noticed before. She wondered if that was where he was heading before he came to her. He was probably getting ready to go on a killing spree or something close to it. There was no telling what was going through his mind.
Violet started to hum as she played with the flower in her hands. She didn't care that he was still standing there, behind her. If he didn't like her singing then oh well. He could leave if he really wanted to. If he didn't leave then he would just have to deal with it, because she liked singing and she was going to do so whether he liked it or not.
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 19, 2009 19:55:38 GMT -8
Realized I was passing through From the moment I saw you I was hypnotized Couldn't wait to get you alone So i could walk with you So I could talk with youHis eyes flickered back to her as she sat down and started playing with the flower, though he turned back quite suddenly. Without even realizing it, his fists had clenched up as she hummed. He was holding back something, but he really didn't know what. That sound...was so horribly irritating, but not because it sounded bad. It prickled his skin and if he had looked, he would've seen he had goosebumps. And holy crap, she had a flower in her hand. What was she playing at? Acting like she didn't have a care in the world and like he couldn't kill her in two seconds if he wanted to.
He ignored her comment about him leaving when he wanted to. She could come up with all sorts of reasons for the things he did if it made her happy and gave her something to do in her sad little life, but that wouldn't make them true. And hey, what if he did want to use her for entertainment? He didn't have anywhere he needed to be and he just didn't feel quite like picking up Banryuu and lifting his feet from the ground to start moving again. In fact he really couldn't move at all.
"Are you trying to be as girly as possible?" he had to ask, thoroughly offended that his presence didn't merit some more defensive position. It was like she automatically knew what annoyed him the most and proceeded to do that. The only compensation was that he knew that he bugged her the same amount she bugged him. Back and forth, back and forth, like some swinging pendulum that he really wouldn't mind smashing. Well...most things he wouldn't mind smashing, but especially stupid pendulums. Just all tick tick with no end and no purpose.
Next thing he knew she would start pointing out clouds. That thought, though, stirred up his insides, causing his stomach to flop over and a hard, dull, but thick pain to throb in his chest. He choked down a breath and groaned slightly as he squeezed his eyes shut. What the f*** was this? d*** stupid disease he was going to die of. Probably wasn't a use in knowing what it was anyway cause, knowing his luck, there wouldn't be a cure. However, he did know what he wanted to do.
He spun around angrily and bent over to reach down and rip the flower of her hand, and then he crushed it in his own and tossed it on the ground. "Stop playing with damned forsythia!" he screamed at her,after which he then rubbed the same hand over his forehead, leaving little bits of the yellow flower on it. He growled and rubbed them off, and then stood up straight, face no longer angry but obviously not happy. God how he hated forsythia. Useless, pointless flower of false hopes. Cause it's alright There's nothing to stop us If it's feels right Then baby, it's right For just one night Baby you go back to your life And I go back to mine
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Post by Violet Alexander on Sept 20, 2009 7:12:55 GMT -8
Violet glanced behind her to see what he was doing as she continued to hum. His fists were clenched and she giggled to herself as she turned her head back around. She didn't know humming angered him so much, which made her wonder what his deal was. She had never met a person so annoyed by it. Regardless, she kept humming. She didn't care if he was pissed off or not.
She bowed her head as she tried to hold in a laugh. "Amri, if you haven't noticed I am a girl and I'm a princess, so I'm going to be girly." She leaned back a bit to glance at the sky, a smile on her face. "Should've known that by now." She couldn't believe that he had asked that question. She was probably one of the girliest people he was ever going to meet. It was the way she was. Dresses, flowers, singing, dancing, and more. She knew he was dumb, but she didn't think he was stupid.
She brought the flower up to her nose and smelled it. She ignored the fact that he was still there now. She didn't care one bit that he was there anymore. She was having a good day before he showed up and she wasn't going to let him ruin that. At least she didn't believe he was going to be able to ruin it. Bringing the flower back down she let out a sigh. It wasn't of annoyance or hatred, but it was calm and peaceful.
The peace was out of the picture when his hand reached over her and grabbed the flower to rip it up. She stood up once more. "What the hell is your problem?" She screamed. She wasn't expecting to get mad, but he pissed her off. He had no right to snatch anything out of her hands and without thinking she lashed out at him with all her strength. She didn't care if he didn't go anywhere, she would be happy if she just made a hit. Never did she think she would have the courage to try to hit him. He just pushed every button she had, which made her explode.
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 20, 2009 18:16:25 GMT -8
His eyes widened with ultimate shock as her hand connected to the side of his face. It hadn't even occurred to him to jump away after being an ass, it wasn't like defending himself came to mind when it came to Violet. She hadn't seemed to have to guts to lash out at him, even if she didn't let him walk all over her. But still, no one just hit him like that. It was simply unheard of, like things falling up instead of down, which was probably why it was taking him so long to process what had happened.
"Did...you, did you just...slap me?" He took a wobbly step back with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Yes, she had. She was very angry right now. Wait...what exactly had he done again? That's right, he had ripped up her flower. Why had he done that? Oh yeah, it was forsythia, and he had been feeling weird, but that pain was gone now that she wasn't playing with a flower and she had obviously stopped humming. in fact, he was feeling a lot better, like things were back to normal.
"I..." he started to say as the beginning to a comeback to her remark, but he couldn't think of anything. He couldn't say why he had done it, because although he wasn't the biggest fan of forsythia he knew it wasn't just that. His mind just went blank, and he blinked a couple of times, wondering exactly what was going wrong. He was even starting to panic inside, thinking if he didn't come up with something insulting soon he'd just go kaput and disappear off the face of the planet. But not another word came out.
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Post by Violet Alexander on Sept 21, 2009 17:09:13 GMT -8
Violet staggered back with shock after her hand had in fact come in contact with his face. She was not only shocked by what she had done, but scared of his reaction. His eyes were wide and he was just standing there. She assumed he was shocked as well. Her eyes slowly looked down at her now red hand. It was throbbing, but she really didn't feel it as much as she would have if she was fully aware of what was going on. She was in her own little world, dazed and confused. Once again she had done something without thinking.
She snapped out of her thoughts and gazed back up as she heard him begin to speak. His question made no sense to her as it was obvious that she had indeed slapped him. Maybe he was asking, just to reassure himself. She didn't know, but what she did know was that what she did was truly real and she couldn't take it back. She didn't want to answer him, for she felt if she had it would just make matters worse. If they were to strike a conversation once more, she knew for a fact she would not apologize. What she did, he deserved.
Thinking he was going to speak again, her eyes met his face, but seeing as all he was going to say was 'I', she turned slowly and sat back down. Once more, she looked out at the town. Well, it was more like looking beyond the town, not really looking at anything at all. She was still trying to process the fact she had slapped him. She never expected herself to do that, no matter how angry she was. At that moment, she just hoped he would leave without anymore words. She would feel better, and it would let her know that he had no intention to hurt her for what she had done.
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 21, 2009 18:48:20 GMT -8
She just completely ignored him and sat down, which he supposed was better than having her stare at him as continued standing there in shock more about the fact he couldn't speak than her slapping him. It just wasn't right and completely out of character, but seeing as the whole event was a spur-of-the-moment thing, he couldn't explain himself, and there wasn't really a way to insult her for slapping him. He would have been more likely to insult her if she had been to much of a coward to lash out at him.
So he followed suit in sitting down, though he only crouched and crossed his arms over his chest, then putting his forehead to his arms. But then he brought his head back, and down again, banging it slightly against himself, a somehow always calming motion that either helped him think or stirred his thoughts up. Right now it was doing that latter, sending thoughts more rapidly around in a circular motion, faster and faster. And when the speed of his thoughts went up, so did the banging of his head. If only he had a wall, then he could bang harder and there could be some stop to this.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW TO READ?" he questioned, though he kind of screamed it at her. It was the best he could come up with in his haste to end the silence. His eyes widened as he said it, wondering why he hadn't just left, but he hadn't wanted to, or it hadn't even occurred to him. Now he just had to sit back and deal with whatever her response would bring, if she responded at all or just decided to continue ignoring him. He missed his smirk.
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Post by Violet Alexander on Sept 22, 2009 14:31:57 GMT -8
Violet turned slightly when she heard movement to find him sitting down. When he started to bang his head on his arms. She cocked her head in confusion. Why would he be doing that? Who would bang there head on their arms like that? Would he be alright? Did she care? She turned her head back around and brought her knees to her chest to let her head rest on them. Who knew that one slap could bring so much confusion?
Her eyes flickered to a flower that danced in the lightly blowing wind. She wanted to pick it from the Earth and play with it, like she had with the flower she once held in her hand before someone had rudely snatched it from her. If she did pick another one, he would probably freak again, and no more confusion or slapping needed to be done in that moment. So, regretfully, she forced her eyes from the flower and just simply closed them. The wind actually felt nice and comforting as it brushed over her.
Violet jumped at the sound of his screaming voice and turned just her head once more to look at him. Was his question serious? "Yes, of course I know how to read." She said, hesitantly, yet calm. She let her eyes drop to the ground as if she was thinking, though she wasn't. "Why?" She asked quickly, curious of his question. Softly she let a couple more words slip out. "Don't you?" She didn't understand why he would ask such a thing, and in the tone he did. Not that it was a bad tone, but screaming the question was a bit odd. Something was not right in his head.
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 22, 2009 17:15:47 GMT -8
"No," he said, keeping his face facing the ground and reaching a hand down to rip up some grass, "of course I don't know how to read." He said it as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe as a princess she just expected everyone to have the same education she did, but when exactly would he have had the time to learn to read? When would he have had the need? Well...actually there was an answer to that last question, but it was more complicated than just not being able to read.
Speaking of which, reading was really a bad subject to get into. Bad Amri. He should have shouted out some other random thing, or even gotten onto the subject of the night he was drunk again. That also would have been better because that was more expected of him. But in his rashness, he hadn't really thought at all, he had only remembered that he couldn't read. God dammit. Usually banging his head against things helped...at least somewhat, well, better than what he would do otherwise, which would usually be to lash out, which usually wasn't good for the general public.
But maybe he could change the subject, and quickly. Maybe instead of talking about reading, they could talk about the other thing he as inept at: counting. So, he put out one finger, than two, and then the one he didn't know. "What comes after two?" he asked, looking up with all traces of anger gone from his face, seeing as he was just wishing she would fall for the lack of a segway, while holding up those fingers on a hand that was held as far away from his face as it would go.
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Post by Violet Alexander on Sept 23, 2009 16:10:02 GMT -8
Violet almost felt sorry for Amri as he said he could not read. She turned her head back to the little town in front of her. She let out a small sigh. She didn't know he couldn't read, which also meant he couldn't write. Maybe he wasn't as lucky to have someone teach him. He probably killed every person who tried to help him, if anyone wanted to help him. She didn't know his past enough to know that answer, so really he couldn't blame her for not knowing.
"Reading and writing isn't that hard to learn if you're interested in it." She spoke softly, almost whispering like it was dangerous for her to bring it up. "Of course you need a teacher for that though." She spoke this quickly, in case he took her words as an interest in helping him. Maybe on a lighter note she wouldn't mind helping him, but right now was not the time for her to offer to teach him.
Violet turned her body to face him, but kept her knees tucked tight against her chest as she watched him hold up his fingers. The question he asked baffled her slightly as she tried to figure out how he didn't know how to count either. Counting was something you could easily learn on your own. At least that's what she thought.
"The number that comes after two is three." She stated, looking into his angry eyes. Why was he making that face? It was kind of scary. "Why do you look so angry?" She asked after a few minutes of debating whether to ask or not. She didn't want to anger him anymore than he probably already was. The last thing she wanted was another fight.
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 23, 2009 19:38:07 GMT -8
"I don't want to learn to read," he said venomously, hoping she wouldn't ask why, because, like before, he would have no answer that he was willing to share. To be perfectly honest, he was scared of learning to read, not because he thought he'd look stupid, but then he'd have no excuse not to read his letter, and he had no idea what he'd find or how he'd react or if he'd be able to control himself afterward. Was it worth risking it? He had no idea. But he wouldn't have to even worry about it if he couldn't read.
"Three...three..." he repeated, while starting at his hand, holding up three fingers. It felt weird to learn a new number, to learn anything really. But it was also stupid. Why would he ever have to know a number like three? At least one and two he saw the point. He had one nose and mouth and two eyes and two ears and two arms and two legs. But he didn't have three of anything, so it was just something idiotic he'd have to remember. If only he hadn't had to ask out of a panic.
"I'm not angry, this is what my face looks like. If you'd prefer me being angry I'm happy to oblige," he spat, reaching down and ripping another one of the flowers off the ground and holding it to his face while glaring down at it. "Stupid forsythia. What's the use of a flower that means anticipation? Especially a weed, nothing to anticipate but being picked and dying." He then tossed it aside, but his hands felt empty so he fiddled with the ends of his red sash, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
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