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Post by EmberRoseDarkheart on Aug 26, 2011 14:55:57 GMT -6
Ember silently slipped through the loose boards in the wall of her sanctuary. The sanctuary was really an abandoned shed that she had found by chance on one of her walks on the trails. The inside of the shed smelled of must, dust, and another scent that she didn't recognize.
On the table next to her secret entrance was several candles and stands; the candles were nearly depleted, having been used almost all the way down to the base. Next to them was a pack of matches. Ember struck a single match and lit one of the better candles. She watched the flame dance for a few moments, marveling in its unique beauty.
The light illuminated the room and the human looked around. In one corner was a pile of blankets hidden under a patato sack—she had discovered them the last time she had been here—and in the other corners were, well, junk.
Meow?
She jumped slightly and looked at the ground before squatting. “Hey, Midnight,” she said softly, reaching a hand out to the majestic, lean, ebony feline. She immediately pulled her hand back when he arched his back, hissed, and swiped a paw at her. “Mean cat,” she growled. Another meow caught her attention a moment later and she looked around for the cat she called her own. “Daydream?”
The white she-cat in question appeared out of one of the other corners where the large gardening tools—namely rakes and shovels—were stacked; trailing behind the she-cat were four fluffy kittens, who were, for the first time, leaving their “nest” to look around. Two of the kittens were white while one of the others was gray. The runt of the litter was a little black kitten that looked just like his sire. Daydream lead her kittens over to the human and purred as she rubbed her body against Ember’s ankle.
Ember squatted down and tusseled the she-cat’s fur before looking at the kittens. “Aww… They’re adorable!” She would never talk like this to another human being; she didn’t trust them. But to Daydream… The mother was her only friend she had ever had. The kittens started playing with the loose strands from her black cargo pants, causing Ember to smile. “Nice to meet you, too.” She fished around in her pockets and pulled out one of the handfuls of table scraps she had managed to grab from her lunch tray and placed it in front of the group of kittens. “Here ya go.”
Daydream led her kittens to the food and ate with them.
Ember then reached into her other pocket and grabbed the other handful of table scraps out of her pocket and placed it in front of Midnight. “Here, you mean kitty. Eat.” She turned around and went back over to the kittens, sitting down a little ways away from them, watching them eat. Eventually, she laid back against the pile of blankets. When the kittens were done, they slowly made their way over to the human, curiosity getting the better of them.
The runt, Scourge, made a playful leap and attacked one of Ember’s twitching fingers playfully. Ember winced when the kitten’s sharp teeth bit her, but she didn’t shoo the kitten away. She knew it was an accident. The other kittens, meanwhile, attacked the loose strands from her pants.
She lost track of time and fell asleep soon, not even realizing that the little black monster had climbed onto her chest and snuggled up to her neck, his tiny body resting on her breasts. The other kittens had curled up alongside the warm human. Daydream and Midnight had disappeared to go hunt.
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Aug 26, 2011 15:56:01 GMT -6
It was dark, the moon high overhead. Low-riding black skinny jeans revealed a card-symbol tattoo with LUCK spelled out on it on the small of a scrawny teen’s back, his shirt far enough up his stomach to reveal his belly button, barely covering his ribcage. It had long sleeves. They were so long, in fact, that they hung down over his thin hands, barely letting the tips of his fingers show. A jean jacket hung from one hand, the boy almost unwilling to admit that he was chilly in the cool fall air. He was always cold, it seemed like. Even in the middle of summer. It sucked.
He had a lighter in his other hand and was mindlessly flipping the small object between his long fingers. Pausing for a moment on the sidewalk, the dark-haired teen slid the jacket on, a frown tugging down his thin lips. The jacket was a good three sizes too big. And it hid his tattoo. The sleeves were where he liked them (like the shirt had been), but the rest of it…well, there wasn’t much he could do about it. After he had situated the jacket on his shoulders, he reached into the pocket with his free hand and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. There were only three left in it, which was, quite frankly, downright depressing. Ah well, he had more in his room. One more pack, to be precise. He’d have to go find the warden that got them for him and strike up a deal. One blowjob for…three packs? If he was lucky. It’d more than likely end up being two and ten bucks or something. Damn cheapskate.
Lip pulling from the smile to a grimace, Dareynn flicked his fringe out of his face and flicked open the pack, the lighter still in his hand. He pulled one of the thin white cancer sticks out and shut it again, slipping the pack back into his pocket. He put the cigarette between his lips, thumb flicking the lighter to life. A small flame appeared, shivering in the wind. Even the fire didn’t like this weather. He lit the cigarette and inhaled, feeling his anger at the stupid cheap-ass warden melt away as the nicotine filtered into his lungs. Placing his forefinger and thumb on the cig, he pulled it away from his lips, exhaling a stream of smoke into the clear night air. Ahh…much better. It was easier to cope when he was smoking. At least, it seemed that way. The nicotine clouded his brain and forced his body into a false state of relaxation. It worked. So long as he was in this place, he better have cigs. He’d die without them.
He stood there for a few minutes, the cigarette going back to his lips. Allowing both hands to slide into his pockets, he held the cig in one corner of his mouth and exhaled smoke out the other. It was easy for him now. It had taken him a while to get used to doing that, but he figured it out soon enough. He was about to continue on his way when he felt sharp pinpricks in his calf, glancing down at the source of the pain with a half-affectionate, half-displeased expression. Nightmare. The scrawny black cat was like him, in some ways. Antisocial, bad-tempered, and covered in black. Minus the fact that Dareynn’s skin was a near-blinding white, the observation was pretty spot-on. “Heya, kitty.” The boy greeted the cat like he was an old friend, swooping down to pick him up. The black cat didn’t argue, allowing Dareynn to hold him close. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth with his free hand, Dareynn dropped it onto the ground and used the toe of his black Converse to snuff it out. He didn’t want to burn the cat, and it had been gone for the most part, anyway. Exhaling a last bout of smoke, the boy leaned his head toward the cat’s, Nightmare reaching up to touch noses with him. His tiny pink tongue swiped across the boy’s cheek in the next moment, making him pull a face. “Hey, hey, hey. Nonea that, eh? I’m not into cats.”
Bored of just standing around, the boy headed toward the abandoned shed that was behind the courts. The outside fit the description perfectly—abandoned. Rickety, falling apart, dilapidated. In ruins. Moldy. Cat still clutched in one hand, Dareynn pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and flicked the pack open, removing one of the two remaining sticks with his teeth. He swapped the pack for the lighter in the next second, Nightmare trying to bat at the flame as it flickered. “’ey now, stop it,” he mumbled through closed lips, holding the cat away from the fire. Once it was lit and he’d stowed the lighter safely in his pocket once more, Dareynn shoved open the door to the shed, letting Nightmare down onto the ground before kicking the door closed behind him. He wanted some alone time, and this was just the place to get it. Normally he brought his paying customers here, but it worked as a refuge of sorts, too. It smelled like sex, but Dareynn didn’t care. He kind of liked it, actually. It was familiar. Sex and cigarette smoke. And…
Why was a candle burning? Raising an eyebrow, Dareynn removed the cigarette he was currently smoking from his mouth and turned toward the other end of the shed. A girl was curled up on the blankets he’d smuggled out of the damn facility, fast asleep. Covered in kittens. What the fuck? “Mare, you bloody little bastard.” There was no real hostility in his voice, though. He had a soft spot for animals, especially cats. The girl, however, posed a problem.
Crossing over to her, the dark-eyed teen nudged her with his boot. “’Ey, gettup.” He took another drag from the cigarette, frowning down at the figure. “C’mon, up, up, up. You’re on my stuff.”
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Post by EmberRoseDarkheart on Aug 26, 2011 15:56:44 GMT -6
Ember had been dreaming about freedom, away from this horrible place on earth, and she was mighty upset that she had been awoken from it. She batted her rustic eyes and looked around. Scourge was still curled up on her chest--the other kittens were on her stomach--and she didn't want to disturb them. "Mmmm..." She glanced around, wondering if it had been Daydream that had woken her. "Daydream?"
Meow?
Daydream walked over to her, passing by the semi-invisible being in the room, and meowed again. She started purring when Ember scratched her head. The little gray and white kittens woke up at that moment and mewed. Daydream abandoned the human, went over to her babies, and licked them.
Ember frowned slightly at display of motherly affection, wondering why she was never shown the same compassion growing up. A tiny tongue running over her nose brought her back to the present, and her eyes focused on the tiny black mass in front of her. Scourge mewed playfully, licking her nose again.
"Lil sweetie," Ember grinned, tickling the kitten with a finger. "Your nothing like your father..." She played with the little kitten for a little bit longer before sitting up--the other kittens had gotten off and were now nursing with their mother. She placed Scourge on the ground, watching as he scampered off to his mother's belly on the other side of the stacked gardening tools.
The sixteen-year-old yawned, blinking when she smelled cigarrettes. 'Odd...'[/i] She looked around, slowly beginnging to get up, only to faceplant into some kind of lump under jean-like fabric.[/size]
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Aug 26, 2011 16:19:21 GMT -6
Dareynn frowned as the girl said "day dream," figuring she thought it was during the day or something. Then a cat meowed. A cat that wasn't Nightmare. He knew Nightmare's meow, and that was not it. It only took him a moment to spot the white cat moving across the floor toward the girl. "It's one in the morning," he said flatly after the girl had clearly not noticed him, seemingly more interested in the kittens.
He assumed that the girl meant "your father" meant Nightmare. "Mare, you dumb thing, c'mere," he said gently, bending over and snapping his fingers softly together. He held the cigarette away from his lips between his fingers, tilted upward slightly so the ashes wouldn't fall off onto the floor. He couldn't dirty up the place more than it already was; it had to be somewhat clean, if he was fucking people on it. Nobody wanted to fuck on a dirty floor.
The scrawny black cat came immediately to him, sniffing at his fingers and licking one of them once the boy's hands were still. Scooping the cat off the floor and placing him on his shoulder, Dareynn looked at the girl again. One hand still stroking the black cat, he said, "Why're ya in my place? Ya don't belong here, unless yer trying to buy from me. And I'm not selling to a kid like you. It's jailbait."
As the girl started to stand she stumbled, falling forward onto him. He didn't have time to react, the girl hitting him between the legs before he could decide he cared enough to let go of either Nightmare or the cigarette. He winced, eyes closing tight as he stepped back, using his knee to push the girl away without being too rough. "I just told ya I don't sell ta kids," he said, voice somewhat strained. His grip had tightened on Nightmare unintentionally, the small black cat letting out a warning growl. Loosening his fingers in the black fur, the boy made himself straighten up. "What the fuck're you doin' here?"
Nightmare had stopped growling, leaning over to lick the cheek of the boy whose shoulder he rested on. Dareynn turned his head, rubbing his cheek on the cat. "I said no more'a that, huh? Feels weird." This comment was affectionate, the boy pressing his lips lightly to the top of the cat's head before turning his navy blue eyes back on the girl.
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Post by EmberRoseDarkheart on Aug 26, 2011 16:24:13 GMT -6
Ember's heart was on overdrive. She hadn't expected anyone else to show up in her santuary, but that didn't stop the blush from creeping across her cheeks when she realized what she had faceplanted into. Her rustic eyes wide, she backed away against the blankets, knowing she was trapped. She gulped, refusing to let the male know she was afraid, and glared at him in the candlelight. "What are you doing here? Get out! This is my place!" she growled angrily.
Almost as if he picked up on her resentment, Scourge--he had finished feeding from his mother [he usually finished first, since he needed the least amount of milk]--had appeared again and, without hesitation, sank his tiny kitten teeth into the stranger's leg.
Ember contuinued glaring at the stranger, but she couldn't stop the smirk that crossed her face at the tiny kittens "heroic" act. Meanwhile, the flame on the lit candle flickered and grew bigger, though there was no breeze to disturb it. Ember's anger was growing with the flame, it usually did, and she knew that was a bad idea; bad things tend to happen when she gets angry. However, at this point, she didn't care. She didn't like this person.
She suddenly blinked. "What do you mean "sell" to kids? What are you, some kind of freak that sells drugs or cigarrettes? Bastard. I don't want any of that. I just want you out of here! Leave me alone!" Her anger continued to grow and the flame continued to flicker dangerously.
Scourge continued biting the much taller enemy, growling. He had to protect his friend that brought him and his siblings goodies. He ignored his mother's calls and his father's growls, and just let his teeth sink in. He was a ferocious feline, just like his father. He had to prove himself worthy.
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Aug 26, 2011 16:55:58 GMT -6
Had it been a less painful moment for him, Dareynn would have laughed. He could tell the girl was scared--why else would she have backed off? Yet she was trying to act brave. It was almost cute. Kind of reminded him of himself, when he'd been a kid on the streets, learning...well, his "profession." "It's my place. I pay off the wardens to stay the fuck away. Why else wouldn't they patrol down here? Those blankets? They're mine." He gestured toward them. "Brought 'em down here a couple days ago."
He hadn't noticed the growing flame. Straightening up, the boy was in considerably less pain that before. At least it hadn't floored him. Taking another drag of the cigarette, the boy felt something at his feet. One of the kittens--spitting image of Nightmare, it was cute--was trying to bite him. Nightmare was growling softly in his ear, the white cat meowing. Odd creatures, cats were. "'Ey you," Dareynn said, placing the cigarette between his teeth and bending down to scoop the kitten up by the scruff, one hand holding Nightmare so the cat didn't tumble off his shoulder. "Ain't yer dad told ya that you don' bite the owner a this place?" His words were slightly muffled because of the cig in his mouth, but talking wasn't something he couldn't manage.
"Me? Sellin' cigs and drugs? Tha's funny." He chuckled, almost rolling his eyes. Why would he do that? He fucked people to get the cigs, no way was he getting rid of them. As for drugs... He'd never been too big into those. "Ain't ya heard of a prostitute, kid? I sell myself." And now she knew, if she didn't before.
Leaning his head away from the two cats, he exhaled, sending smoke into the air. He leaned back against the wall, cupping the small black kitten in his hands. "Stop bein' so mean, ya runt. Mare, what's with yer kids? Teach 'em manners, huh?" Nightmare crawled down into the crook of Dareynn's arm, the dark-haired boy easily holding him there. The black cat leaned over and licked the top of his son's head before turning to look up at Dareynn.
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Post by EmberRoseDarkheart on Aug 26, 2011 17:13:18 GMT -6
Ember blinked several times, watching the interaction between the other human and the cats. Briefly, she thought that if this guy was nice to a bunch of strays... he couldn't be all bad, could he?
She banished the thought almost immediately when he told her that he sold himself, not drugs or cigarrettes. And what was this about him paying off those maniacs known as "wardens" to keep away? Seemed rather sleezy to her. She didn't believe it for a moment, yet... watching him with the cats...
"Why?" she finally questioned. "Why do you do... that?" She was talking about him being a prostitute. Sure, he had the sexy looks, but she hadn't expected it. It just seemed unnatural. Sure, she had heard of female prostitues, but never male ones. It was odd.
She slowly got up, keeping away from him--she still didn't trust him, not that she ever would--getting away from the blankets. She wanted to get away from this building, but... she couldn't just abandoned her cats. They were her only friends.
As for this place being this moron's... Did he really pay off those evil wardens? She wasn't about to apologize for being there, though. This was HER sanctuary, a place where she could get away from it all and be with the only family she had. This was her home.
The flame stayed at a steady place, neither growing nor shrinking. Ember continued to look at this person curiously, wondering about him. What did he think? What did he feel? Would he hurt her? Why, oh WHY, did he have to show up?!
"Could you stop that? That stuff reeks." This time, she was talking about the death sticks. She loathed the smell. "It's bad for you, too." Okay, where did that[/i] come from? Why did she care about what he did to his body, anyway? He was just another dumb human.
Who also happened to be sexy.
Those were the ones to watch out for.[/size]
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Aug 26, 2011 17:29:59 GMT -6
No one had ever asked him why he was what he was. He thought no one had really cared. He blinked, startled by the question. "Why...?" It was obvious he hadn't really expected it. Eyes going to the floor, he said, in a voice similar to what he'd used with Nightmare--softer than what he'd used with the girl earlier, nicer--he said, "I did it to survive. Had to. No other way for a wretch like me to live on the streets."
He exhaled, his second cigarette almost gone. The girl told him to stop, that it was dangerous, and he rolled his eyes. "It can't be worse than anything else I've done," he muttered around the cancer stick, shifting the kitten into one hand so he could remove the cig from his mouth with the now-free one. He yanked back the sleeve of his jacket and his shirt with his teeth, uncovering his hand. He pushed the lit end of the cigarette into his palm, wincing slightly. "It's out, happy now?" He shook his hand, trying to get the burning sensation to go away. He'd put plenty of cigs out that way, but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt. He put the butt into his pocket before shaking his sleeves back over his hand, still cradling the cats in his other arm.
"How'd you get out here, anyway?"
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Post by EmberRoseDarkheart on Aug 26, 2011 18:28:51 GMT -6
Ember was surprised. He did what he did to survive...? It was unreal.
She felt pity for him, but didn't let it show in her eyes. At least, she hoped it didn't.
"Thanks... but you didn't have to burn your hand," she said softly, looking at the hand he had used. "You could have just stepped on it..." She sighed, looking away. "As for how you grew up... Well..." She didn't know what to say to him, nor did she know why she was even talking to him.
'What's wrong with me? He's a stranger. Not to be trusted! STop talking to him![/i]'
She didn't get a chance to say anymore as Scourge the kitten freed himself from the man's hand and climbed up the male's shirt. He stopped and sat on the human's shoulder, balancing perfectly--a small feat for the munchkin--and playfully batted at the longish hair. He snagged some in his claws and brought it to his mouth, chewing on the strands.
Ember watched this and smirked. "He likes you." She watched for a little bit longer before speaking again. "I was just wandering around..." She was hiding the fact that she had been trying to run away from this horrible place and had just stumbled upon the building. She had hid in it until the guards had given up their search--or, more likely, went to search somewhere else for her. It was then that she had met the cats.
That was several weeks ago.
She had come back here ever since to find sanctuary and visit her friends. Hm. Well, she could tell him that much... "I wanted to visit my cats. They're the only friends and family I have." She spat out the word "family" like it was disgusting food. She hated families. "Sorry, I mean kin... or whatever. I feed them when I can steal scraps from my food tray. Other than that, they feed themselves. I just felt like Daydream might want some help taking care of this bunch."
Unaware of what she was doing, she walked over to him, untagled his hair from the kitten's claws, and picked up the lil monster, cuddling with him as she walked back over to her "spot". She nuzzled Scourge, smiling. "You're so cute, lil Scourge."[/size]
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Aug 26, 2011 19:00:08 GMT -6
Dareynn shrugged his free shoulder at the girl's attempted apology. "It made me stronger," he said, leaning fully on the wall and extending his feet slightly before him, crossing one ankle over the other. "And I'm somewhat used'ta burning my hand. I do it all the time." Which wasn't a lie, really.
As the small black cat crawled up his shirt Dareynn shifted his hold on Nightmare, holding him more comfortably. He felt paws bat at his hair, an amused smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "Your father used to do that," he told the kitten, dark eyes sliding sideways to peer at the miniature copy of the cat in his arms. "Just don't choke on my hair and puke on me."
At the girl's comment, Dareynn had to make himself not shrug. He didn't want to knock the kitten to the ground. "Most animals seem to, even if humans don't." He forced a smile then, though it didn't look overly genuine. "Your cats? I believe this one, at least," Dareynn said, nodding down at Nightmare, "is mine, if anyone's. I found him when he was this scrap's size." He jerked his head at the kitten on his shoulder, making his hair flick out. "He was stuck in a hole in the wall over there,"--he gestured vaguely with his hand--"that I've since fixed. His back and underside were all cut up. Took me a while to get him fixed up right." He scratched Nightmare's ears affectionately. "Haven't seen the others before now, though. Did you bring her here, you rotten scoundrel? Leading people to my hideout..." None of the words were hostile; they were more like a mother scolding her child for doing something wrong. "That was...almost two years ago. Just after I got here. Or was it three...? I can't remember. This place fucks with your sense of time, y'know? Eh. Not like it matters how long I've been stuck 'ere. I don't got anybody that really cares."
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Post by EmberRoseDarkheart on Aug 26, 2011 19:21:50 GMT -6
"Neither do I," Ember replied without thinking about what she was saying. "No one cares about a freak who sets things on fire with her mind."
That... slipped out.
She turned her head away from the stranger, sure he would shun her or call her a freak, just like all the others did. The flame began dancing again, growing a bit more in size. It continued to shift with her emotions, which were all conflicted. She didn't know whether to be fearful, angry, or sad.
That's why the flame danced.
She sighed and looked at the black cat on the human's shoulder. "It's cool that you found him," she said softly, her voice shaking slightly. "No wonder he likes you better than me. Then again, who doesn't?"
She continued stroke the little kitten in her arms. "I hate this place. Everyone's mean and keeps their distance... No one gives me a chance..." She sighed. "I grew up alone, too. I learned the hard way to not trust anyone. All anyone does is call me names, hit me, and..." She paused, not wanting to go further with what had happened to her by both her father and older brother. Her so-called protectors.
"I just want to get out of here... Live alone with a bunch of stray cats. Cats are the only ones I can trust." Yes, she was rambling. No, she didn't realize it. She had forgotten he was there. She was used to talking to herself.
That's how she had relieved herself of her loneliness. It was how she coped. She would pretend that someone was there. Someone who cared.
She suddenly growled, clenching her fist slightly. Scourge didn't like this and bit her finger, causing her to unclench her fists. "Sorry." She set the kitten back on the floor, watching as he disappeared, running back to his mother.
Ember took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, but it wasn't working. Her nose flamed and her eyes became more red than brown. Thinking about what had happened to her just made so angry.
The flame doubled in size. If it grew anymore, it would most likely lit the place on fire.
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Aug 26, 2011 21:06:33 GMT -6
"At least you don't fuck the wardens for cigarettes." The dark-haired boy allowed himself to slide down the wall, moving slow so Nightmare didn't freak out and bite him. He frowned slightly at her next comment, mouth pulling down to one side more than the other.
"That one," he said, nodding at the white cat, "What'd you call her? Daydream? She doesn't seem to be fond of me. She keeps glaring." Dareynn shrugged his free shoulder as Nightmare readjusted himself, crawling halfway up his chest and resting his head beneath Dareynn's chin. "Cats tend to like the ones that find them first the most. Kittens are less picky. They all seem to like you. I doubt they'd all come over here and sleep on me. Probably wouldn't want to, I toss too much." The boy chuckled, even though his tossing had nothing to do with his regular sleeping habits. It was caused by the nightmares and bad images in his dreams, but there was really no need to bring those up, now, was there?
"I hate it here, too. Nobody gives half a shit what you do or who you are. They just want to force you to be what they want you to be. 'Normal,' or whatever. They don't give if I like bein' what I am. I wasn' necessarily alone growin' up, but I mighta well as been. Left...fuck, I can't even remember how old I was. Young. Just left, begged off people til I was like...thirteen. Couldn' get people ta just gimme stuff then. They wanted stuff in return. Most people...just wanted to use me. So I let 'em." He shrugged again, fingers slowly working his way through Nightmare's soft fur.
"Animals are nice to be 'round. They're quiet, and they listen. Cats, anyway. Dogs..." He involuntarily shuddered, arms drawing nearer to his body, enclosing Nightmare in his arms. The cat was his companion, the one creature he trusted fully. There were others he sort of trusted, for certain things. But nobody had his full trust, except for the little black cat.
Dareynn noticed the flame growing larger for the first time. "Uh... You...can control that, right? I don't want my place burnin' down..." He frowned slightly. He didn't like buildings that were on fire. He'd been caught in one once, when he was fourteen. His arm had been burned. The same arm, in fact, that he'd put the cigarette out on earlier. Just thinking about it made his arm burn, a sort of fear creeping slowly through his cold body.
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Post by EmberRoseDarkheart on Aug 26, 2011 21:36:47 GMT -6
Just hearing the man's voice helped her calm down somewhat. His voice was... soothing. It was odd, just like him and his "job". Almost immediately, the flame shrunk back to almost normal size.
Ember took a few deep breaths, calming her nerves. She could NOT afford to lose control like she almost did. Too many people had been hurt because of her curse. "S-Sorry," she apologized, the words feeling strange on her lips. She didn't say them often and actually mean it. "I... I try not to... you know... lose control..." She slowly sat down--for some reason, she had ended up back near the blankets--and leaned back against the soft pile.
She could tell that this guy didn't open up very easily, but she wasn't going to force him too, either. Who was she to judge? She had a past that she didn't talk about, just like him. She STILL had stuff going on that she didn't want to talk about.
And just like that, one of her headaches made a rather rude arrival.
Em placed a hand on her temple, massaging it, trying to make the ache go away. At least this headache wasn't as bad as some of them had been. However, that didn't stop her body from trembling. She tried her best to keep it under control but it wasn't worth the effort. It never was.
The flame on the table grew and shrank, danced and remained still. Suddenly, it grew until it almost touched the ceiling and just like that, it went out, leaving the shed in darkness, save for the few shafts of moonlight streaming in through the decayed boards.
Eventually, after about twenty minutes or so, the headache finally subsided, but not before she actually whimpered from the pain--which she had for a good five or six minutes. She found herself on her side, confused, with Daydream licking her face and staring at her with worried eyes.
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Post by DareynnCainPayne on Aug 26, 2011 21:59:39 GMT -6
Dareynn was slightly relieved when the flame went back to it's normal size, glad that the girl had calmed down. "'s fine, I just ain't fond of gettin' caught in things that're on fire, y'know?" Though it was stated in an off-hand way, the statement obviously implied that this had happened to him before. He had nightmares about it, sometimes, when it was really hot outside. But not often. And it was more that he was afraid of his arm getting burned again than the fire itself; he carried a lighter around, for crying out loud.
He kept his mouth closed as he thought, eyes going down to the cat in his arms. When he first found this place he had just come here to take care of Nightmare. He would sit and hold him, talking to him like Mare was a real person. He had, for the most part, broken himself of that habit, because he'd convinced himself that doing so made him sound like he belonged at the facility. And he didn't. So now he just made the odd comment to the creature, accepting the companionable silence Nightmare offered.
He jumped when the flame flared again, nearly reaching the ceiling. For one panic-filled moment, Dareynn was convinced the building was going to go up in flames. As old as it was, it wouldn't take long to turn to ashes, and then both he and the girl would be dead. Or running around, screaming as flames devoured their bodies. Whichever happened first. He assumed the latter was more likely.
Then the fire went out. They were plunged into blackness, save for the moonlight peering through the window. Unfortunately, the moon was nearly gone. It was a sliver in the sky, just a crescent. "Are you all right?" Nightmare hopped off Dareynn's lap, though he didn't seem to be particularly frightened. The black cat blended in with the darkness surrounding them so well that Dareynn lost track of him after just a moment. Fumbling for his pocket, the dark-haired teen freed his lighter, flicking it on. He wasn't sure what had happened, but getting some light set up seemed like the best idea.
Standing carefully and sliding his feet so he didn't trod on a cat by mistake, the pale boy lit as many candles as he could, moving slowly so he didn't burn himself or light anything on fire. Once they had a decent amount of light again, he stowed the lighter in his pocket and went over to the girl, who was now laying on the floor. "Hey..." He was almost afraid to touch her. Then the white cat was there, licking the girl's face.
Dareynn leaned back on the balls of his feet, watching as the girl's eyes began to open again. "What happened? Are you okay? Ya ain't gonna die on me, right?" Navy eyes clouded with uncertainty, the boy wasn't sure whether to have her sit up or make her stay lying down.
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Post by EmberRoseDarkheart on Aug 26, 2011 22:16:04 GMT -6
Ember didn't know where she was. Her eyes were clouded over. She was trapped in nightmare.
All around her were bright lights. A strange device was strapped to her head, her arms and legs tied down. She couldn't move.
Voices. So many voices. It was unclear of who or what was talking. One voice told her to lay still, that it would be over soon. Another voice told her that this was going to hurt for a moment, but no more than getting pricked by a needle. Yet another told her that this was for her own good.
What was for her own good? Who were these people? Why wouldn't they let her go? What had she done wrong?
She let out a cry, terrified. What was going on?
Pain. All around her was pain. Her brain was exploding, or, at least, it felt that way. Blinding whiteness. She couldn't hear herself screaming.
Daydream let out a startled screech and jumped about four feet in the air at the sudden screaming. With lightning-like speed, she sprinted away, her ears flat against her head. She went over to her kittens, protecting them and hissing angrily.
The flames in the shed all grew in size and intensity with her emotions. It was a miracle that the building didn't go, for lack of a better word, BOOM.
"STOP! LET ME GO! NO MORE! I'LL BE GOOD! NO MORE!" Ember screamed, clutching her head and curling in the fetal position. Her screams turned to whimpers as she begged for mercy... for the pain to stop. Tears rolled down her cheeks in torrents. "No more... please... no more... It hurts..."
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