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Post by dee on Aug 27, 2009 10:39:52 GMT -5
mary-jane skelton. because when the rain falls,
it cleanses my soul so i can come back to you. Mary-Jane sighed deeply as she look around her empty apartment. She hated being alone all the time and just wished that one day she could find someone she would be able to share her days with, but no, she was stuck here in this world alone because her mother had abandoned her and her father had died. The one person in the world that she ever felt connected to was gone and now she was just left all alone and had no idea what she was going to do with her time. Being alone was a bad thing for her, she was a social butterfly, she needed to be around people, she hated being alone because it meant she could think of the past that she hated so much, hence why she clung onto anyone who she came across because she needed them more that a poet needed pain. Ironic. She was a poet and she couldn't live with the pain any more, she needed it to go away, she wanted to be held tight so someone could tell her everything would be okay, but there was no one to do that, only the ghosts of her past and they were only comforting when she thought about them, which she rarely did because the pain was just too much.
"Did someone break your heart inside, you're in ruins," she sung along to the radio as she applied a small amount of eyeliner under her eyes. She sighed deeply as she looked at the mirror, she sometimes hated her reflection, but her father had always told her she was so beautiful, but then she just had those days when she didn't believe him, today was one of those days. She needed to get out of here, she needed to be outside and in the fresh air so she could think about things a little more clearly. Once she was outside, she would be a little bouncey happy bunny like she always was. People thought she was fake, and people thought she was annoying, but then again, she had to put a smile on so people didn't bug her with questions, constantly asking her what was wrong with her and making sure that she was fine. She hated fuss and she hated attention from people, she just wanted to be left alone and live in her own little world if she was sad or happy. Then again, she liked human contact, maybe a little too much sometimes, she was a contradictive person, but then again, weren't we all?
She finally switched off the radio, she knew if she listened to that song any longer she would probably end up curling up into a ball and crying for hours on end, she decided against it, she wanted to try her hardest to be happy today, for her father's sake, yes, her father. He was dead, he had been for around nine years. In fact, today was the nine year anniversary of his death and she didn't know if she would be able to handle today, but she was sure she could. She decided she would go into Central Park, a place she used to go a lot when she was in ballet school to make herself feel a little better about herself, it would also remind her of the good times, so she decided today would be the perfect time to go. She slowly got up and moved out of her tiny little apartment and made her way out into the big bad world, hoping that she would be fine out in public otherwise she was slightly screwed, but then again, she needed the fresh air.
Finally out in the world, she smiled bravely to herself and nodded as she moved off through the busy streets. Being as small as she was, she was able to weave through the crowd, avoiding everyone coming her way and then finally finding her way to the gates of Central Park. She grinned to her self slightly as she swung open the gate, stand on it like she always used to when she came to the park with her dad. She walked in and her eyes lit up like a small child who had just seen something they wanted for Christmas. She grinned as she bounded over to the children's play area, her grin growing as she got closer and closer. Luckily for her because she was so tiny and no one took notice of her, she got away with almost everything. She sat herself on the swing set, grinning brightly and swinging as much as she could, grinning more and more. The good memories came flooding back as she remembered all those days with her father, her head filling with almost every single Shakespeare quote her father would give her while she was backstage with him. "All the world's a stage!" she started, exclaiming loudly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -once upon a time a young girl that went by the name of MARY-JANE decided that she would take a little trip to CENTRAL PARK where she ended up bumping into SOMEONE and had a lot of fun. it was a nice day which was why she wore such a pretty little OUTFIT but then again, she might have been trying to impress someone. it took her around EIGHT HUNDRED AND FORTY EIGHT words to actually FINISH what she was trying to say. |
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Post by seawright on Aug 28, 2009 18:29:01 GMT -5
elijah marcus seawright, swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen,
OH, WE'RE SO YOUNG BUT
DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION “Damn it to hell,” Eli cursed under his breath, waiting for his cocktail. He was a very impatient person, and he hated having to wait for anything. One thing that teleportation couldn’t seem to solve was time. He wished he could bend time and hurry the fuck up, but everything seemed to go at a miserably slow pace. One of the things that only time could solve was good, solid mixed alcohol, and right now he was feeling the need for some dulled senses to drag him through the day. Sure, he loved straight-out hard liquors, but he had a special partiality for cocktails. One of the best places to get a good cocktail was in The Iron Rose, a small, quaint tavern in rural France.
Eli had discovered the place just a few months ago, after he had to abandon his old bar, which was being watched by the Company. Fucking company, the teleporter thought in his head, his blood rising slightly as he waited impatiently for his drink. If he could have it his way, he would burn the building to the ground. If he had the manpower and ability, he would make sure to see that every Company agent who had harmed the girl he loved would burn in the judgment of Hell. He had vowed it the day he had to watch her die.
“Faites au mieux,” the rugged bartender said, handing Eli his brew. “Merci beaucoup,” he said offhandedly, reaching into his black jean pockets and retrieving six euros, slapping it on the counter, “bonne journée.” Living in France had taught Eli some of the basics of French. I mean, he wasn’t a fucking PhD in French, but he could get his easily get his way around in a basic conversation. With his ability he was able to travel the world and learn new cultures.
He had lived in Paris, London, New York City, Seoul, Bombay, Melbourne, Hong Kong and Pretoria for several months each. With the wealth he had attributed he also owned a flat in each of the cities, although they were very low key. He had high tech security measures and titanium safes to protect his stolen wealth from detectives and others who would wind to uncover his nefarious activities.
The young man retrieved his blended Jack Rose off the counter, and tipped the hourglass-shaped beaker through his lips, feeling the buzzing sensation warm his throat. He walked down the wooden floors of the small tavern and headed outside into the brilliant daylight. The sun rose, shedding its brilliant rays onto the small rural town. Eli headed down past the wooden gates backdoor into an abandoned alleyway. Besides a few trash cans and some pigeon nests, there seemed to be nothing of importance. He knew otherwise. Eli reached the end of the alleyway and brushed some dead leaves off a poorly constructed shelf.
He reached into the box on the shelf, retrieving poorly organized decks of photographs from it's cardboard depths. He shuffled through them casually while sipping his cocktail, look at each personally-taken photo, immediately remembering the memories of each destination. He shuffled through them messily, placing most of them back in the box before stopping on one specific photograph. He had found his destination photo.
He stared into beautiful, lush, photographed scenery of Central Park, which seemed to go on for miles of recreational fields. In the centerpiece of the photograph, however, was a playground for children. The boy had fond memories of the very same playground. As a young child, when he lived in New York City, his mother used to bring him to the park and push him on the swings… Eli took one more sip of his drink before focusing intently on the photograph. He blinked his eyes three times, pulling his mind into the city…
Eli shut his eyes closed for two seconds before opening them again.
The whole scenery had changed from a dilapidated French alley to a lush, green area. He felt an uneven sand underneath his leather boots, and he smiled for just a moment. He felt the same warmth of the sun as he felt when he was in France. One thing that Eli could never seem to escape was the light. Although he was on another side of the world, he and billions of other people shared the same sun, shared the same light, shared the same warmth, and shared the same connection. It was as if everyone was connected through just one giant star. He had always believed that in some way or form, everyone was connected. Especially the others who were just like him.
The boy took another sip of his drink, still completely intact from the violent space warp. The boy stumbled back into the swingset, where he bumped into someone. He struggled for his balance, reaching for the swing support and hanging onto it. He looked around and spotted the girl he had nudged into. Being a generally rude person, Eli would have usually just walked away, but it was a woman. A pretty one at that. He always acted slightly different when he was around gorgeous females.
“Real sorry,” he said apologetically, turning around to face her. "I’m just a little clumsy. You know, always seem to be in the wrong places at the wrong times. . I’m really sorry. [the most true of the three statements]. The name’s Eli, by the way.” Not that she would care. He just always never wanted to pass up the opportunity of introducing himself to an attractive young lady. The boy took a deep sip of his Jack Rose, feeling the tingling sensation of the scent wafting into his system.
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Post by dee on Aug 30, 2009 14:58:50 GMT -5
mary-jane skelton.because when the rain falls,
it cleanses my soul so i can come back to you. Mary-Jane sat on the swing, thinking to herself as he mind drifted back to the days when she was with her father all those years ago, she really missed those times, such a more innocent time and a time she was actually happy. She hadn't felt happy since she was eighteen, after he died, she was even more lonely than she was before. She felt as if her whole world had collapsed and that's why she could only find happiness in performing arts school, a place she could remember her father through the Shakespeare words and anything else that she needed to fell, anything to stop herself from trying to take her own life again. Yes, she was a happy, bouncy kind of person, but right now, she wasn't, she was depressed, her father had died nine years ago exactly on this day and she didn't feel like there was any reason to go on. Usually she would spend this day crying in the bottle of Jamesons and going to bed, but not before she would slowly harm herself like the dumbass she is. Some times she felt like she needed to hurt herself to feel alive and make sure she still had blood coursing through her veins, and it didn't help that a lot of the time, she didn't actually feel human because of this power she had.
As she slowly closed her eyes to have a small thought, she heard a little noise around her and looked up. A guy had suddenly appeared in the park, she didn't think anything of it because, well, would you really. Snuffle and a guy is there, you would just think he walked there, sure she knew of people with powers, but she didn't care about them and she didn't really think that there were that many people with them so didn't suspect anyone. But, she was always careful, she never once used her powers against someone unless she was totally sure that they couldn't use them against her AND she wouldn't feel bad about it. For example, she could never do it to any of her friends and she really could never do it to a stranger who she had just met unless it was an accident. A few times she had done it my accident because her mind drifted and she hadn't controlled her powers by then. Now she had a very good handle on them and she knew what she was doing when it came to being around people, at least she didn't accidentally slip into people's minds by accident like she used to.
Mary-Jane watched as he stumbled towards her. Was that an alcoholic drink in his hand? She didn't press the matter, hell, she was one to talk, if she hadn't left her apartment, she would be drinking to herself as well, and she was no hypocrite. She watched him as he stumbled forwards, trying to get his balance back and knocking her slightly, but it didn't phase her really. She watched him a little curiously, wondering what he would be doing in a moment, her eyes narrowing on him. As he spoke to her, her face brightened up slightly because now she would have something to take her mind off of what today was. "It's fine, don't worry about it," she said speaking in her soft voice. "Oh, I'm never in the right place, so we have that in common," she said with a little giggle and grinned slightly. As she heard her name she nodded, noting it in her mind and smiling, Eli, she always liked that name actually, reminded her of two of her favourite things, the television programme Eli Stone and one of her favourite directors Eli Roth. "I'm Mary-Jane," she said quietly with a smile. "Although most people call me MJ or something like that," she said, a little absently. "But you don't have to call me MJ, you could call me Mary-Jane, that doesn't bother me. Well, you could call me anything," she said, grinning a little sheepishly because she was beginning to realise she was talking too much. "As long as its not an insult," she said with a little firm nod.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -once upon a time a young girl that went by the name of MARY-JANE decided that she would take a little trip to CENTRAL PARK where she ended up bumping into ELIJAH and had a lot of fun. it was a nice day which was why she wore such a pretty little OUTFIT but then again, she might have been trying to impress someone. it took her around SEVEN HUNDRED words to actually FINISH what she was trying to say. |
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Post by seawright on Aug 31, 2009 16:08:25 GMT -5
elijah marcus seawright,swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen,
OH, WE'RE SO YOUNG BUT
DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION Eli’s response seemed to light up the pretty chick’s face. He was somewhat glad that she hadn’t taken his lack of cohesion with his surroundings as offensive. The lady’s seemed to have been slightly brightened by his albeit lame response. Eli was usually the one with the words around ladies, but he seemed to have lost his silver tongue in the whirlwind of haphazard events. Teleportation into physical loss of balance was usually upsetting to his nervous system.
Speaking of which, Eli hoped the girl didn’t mistake his foolish tumble as a sign of drunkenness. Although Eli was smaller in stature than some of the ridiculously sinewy Abercrombie models, it did not mean in any way that he was a lightweight. He could really hold his liquor well. In fact, when he was attending boarding school he used to win almost all the drinking games late at night. The loser had to do the winner’s laundry for the rest of the semester, which meant that he never had to do any laundry. That was a cause for why Eli had so much dirty clothes and so much new clothes. He wasn’t very frugal with his money. Of course, what kind of unstoppable thief was frugal with their money?
The girl responded pretty well to the boy’s excuses for his lack of balance. God damn it, it was one of the few moments where Eli messed up his teleportation mechanisms. He was usually smooth, flawless in his technique, untraceable by any man. But with a stupid maneuver like he had just performed, any Company agent could be located of his whereabouts. Regular humans would just believe it to be a trick of the eyes, but those who were special like him would know better. He wouldn’t even be surprised if the girl saw him appear out of nowhere and guessed he had a power. That would suck.
One more person who would know of his illegal existence. Only a few knew of his powers, or even his existence, but those who did were either very close to him, had some business connection, were his sworn enemies, or were dead. Eli wasn’t much a personal type of guy. The most he got to know another person, honestly, was through fighting or sex. Kind of sad, right? Thank God she wasn’t much of prober. If she had asked too many questions, Eli would be screwed. As much as Eli had a fucked up moral code, he never attacked women unless they attacked him first. It just didn’t feel right at all.
“MJ?” he said with a raise of an eyebrow, a faint smirk reaching his lips. Mary Jane was a cute name. Pretty fitting for her. She seemed very innocent by the way she talked, the way her expressions reacted, and the very details in her actions. Elijah wasn’t familiar with such a type of innocence. He had always been exposed to betrayal, despair, sadness, hardened emotions, greed, and a lot of other horrible influence. He kind of felt drawn into her apparent carefree-like demeanor. “Cute name,” he said with a roguish grin, brushing back a strand of his dark brown hair with his spidery fingers, “I really like it.” That was actually a truth, believe it or not. Eli bullshitted so much that it was actually rare that he told a complete truth. She actually seemed cool, in a naïve sort of way.
“So what brings you to a playground in Central Park, MJ?” he asked, putting the alcoholic drink to his lips, taking a gulp of the pungent, unique flavor that warmed his throat. Definitely one of the Iron Maiden’s best drinks.
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Post by dee on Aug 31, 2009 18:28:04 GMT -5
mary-jane skelton.because when the rain falls,
it cleanses my soul so i can come back to you. Mary-Jane is a girl who was excited by the smallest of things, even something like seeing squirrel cheered her up so she was always happy when she was out and about. Hence why she had to get out of her apartment. If she spent one more moment in there, she would either have started drinking straight away or just sat in a chair, cry and possibly cut herself, just to try and make herself feel a little better. But she really needed to be happy on this day, she needed to do it for herself and most of all for her father, she had to go out and entertain herself. Today, she didn't have to entertain herself, she had this new friend, someone name Eli, a name that always made her smile. She wasn't sure if this meeting would be eventful, interesting or just a bit boring, either way, it excited her, it was the future and the future was so exciting no matter what was going to happen because that was just it, you didn't know what was going to happen and it just made her happy.
Her whole life she had been surrounded by lies and horrible people, but it didn't change her one bit, she still allowed people into her life and never distrusted people. She found it strange, but then that's the way she was, she just saw the good in people but then that was her complete down fall because they would bring her into their lives and just either abuse her and take advantage of her or they would corrupt her mind. She let people do it, she was too impressionable and just wanted to be accepted because she had spent so long being unaccepted by her family, by her "friends" and just about anyone around her really. She was a weird one but that's why people loved her sometimes, she was pretty unique.
Telepathy was something that she didn't want, she had always wanted to have a totally awesome power like being like Wolverine or something, but no, she was stuck with telepathy. The only people that knew about her power was her and an old friend from ballet school, but he wouldn't tell anyone ever, one, because she had trusted him to not tell anyone and he was a very nice guy and two, he was slightly scared of her power and thought that if he told anyone she could use her power to hurt him in some way, which was another reason they kind of lost contact. So, no one else knows about her secret.
Her mind wondered for a moment, she didn't know this guy at all, but she was thinking about what his life might have been like. Something behind those eyes made her feel like she should pity him in a way, something wasn't right and it needed to be put right. She wouldn't pry into his mind because that was against everything she stood for, instead she would smile and be happy for him, because after all he was alive and that was the world's greatest achievement. God! This girl was cheesy, just one cliché after another, but then again when you are raised in front of Disney movies and Shakespeare, life does get a little tacky. She wanted to just stand up and give this guy a hug, but how weird would that be? No, she would just sit on her swing and gaze up at him with her big dopey grin on her lips.
He relayed her name in the form of a question and she grinned with a little nod and a small 'yup', just to clarify for him. A bright blush came to her cheeks within no time as he complimented her name, cute was the exact word he used to describe it. In all honesty, any comment made her melt on the spot because she was a typical girl, someone who craved romance and happiness. She watched him as he brushed the lock of hair back and he stated that he liked her name, the blush grew a little more. "Thank you," she said in her soft voice, a little shyness present. "I really like Eli too, it's such an awesome name!" she said with total enthusiasm, it was true, reminded her of so many cool people.
His question brought a slight sadness in her eyes that she tried her hardest not to show him. She didn't like it, she hated the sadness that would come to her. The reason she was here was a depressing one and she didn't know whether to risk scaring him away with her sob story. She was in the park because she wanted to remember the good times of her and her father before he didn't and not drink herself to death, such a happy story. No, she wouldn't use that one. "Just thought I would come and re-live my childhood, forget about the grown-up worries in life and have some dirty good fun," she said with a grin and little firm nod of the head. "And what brings you here Eli?" she asked him, looking up at him with her big eyes, almost like a curious child.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -once upon a time a young girl that went by the name of MARY-JANE decided that she would take a little trip to CENTRAL PARK where she ended up bumping into ELIJAH and had a lot of fun. it was a nice day which was why she wore such a pretty little OUTFIT but then again, she might have been trying to impress someone. it took her around EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN words to actually FINISH what she was trying to say. |
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Post by seawright on Sept 4, 2009 19:37:49 GMT -5
elijah marcus seawright,swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen,
OH, WE'RE SO YOUNG BUT
DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION (thanks dear for waiting. =])
Eli sometimes surprised himself. After the love of his life Raíne died, he had never really opened his heart up to anyone for any form of friendship. He was in so much pain, bitter and angry at the world who took away her innocent life. And yet even angrier at the cursed Primatech, which facilitated her death. Why couldn’t they just have left him alone? Often, the only interactions he would have were confrontational physical brawls and small talk with business contacts and the bartender at the couple taverns he attended. Never had he actually interacted on a cordial, perhaps open, sort of forum. There was something about this girl that made him feel like he wanted to get to know her.
There were very few people that were actually interesting, and when Eli met them, he was usually too rude to actually befriend them. Other than a couple of the guys back at his old boarding school, Eli never really could call anybody someone he could count on. He was caught off guard at his unusual desire to explore friendship once again. There was something about Mary Jane that made him feel comfortable, friendly, unconfrontational… like the person he was before his mother died. She, in a sense, reminded Eli of his mother’s personality. Was that why he felt like he knew her?
He felt almost uncomfortable when she stared into his eyes. For Mr. Elijah Seawright, that was most unusual. He was almost always charismatic, collected and smooth; emotionless to the core when it came to feelings of nervousness. She seemed to look at him curiously, then making the facial expression as if she understood the type of person Eli could be. He knew nobody could ever understand the person he had become. He didn’t regret it, but he would never tell anyone what he did. It left him too vulnerable to emotion, which was the downfall of his last incident. Opening up left Eli vulnerable to unbearable pain he could only address with liquor and fighting. He could not let that happen again.
"Just thought I would come and re-live my childhood, forget about the grown-up worries in life and have some dirty good fun," Mary Jane said. Eli felt a strange pounding in his heart as he sensed a déjà vu-type of connection. He remembered when he was young, when they lived in the City, his mother, and even his father, on occasion, would take him out onto the chain swings. He would scream in playful laughter as his parents would push him high into the air. He felt like he could just fly anywhere. Be anywhere he wanted to be. Be anything he wanted to be. He often got the same rush from the freefall sensation coming down as he did when he teleported. When he thought about those memories, though, he pictured the face of his mother. And then, inside, he felt a sea of ungodly pain that slammed his conscious soul, leaving yet another crack in his insecure, heated, restless spirit.
The boy’s friendly smirk faded into a solemn expression as he visualized the picture of his mother, and then her death. He watched it play through his head in a matter of seconds, when it seemed like hours. Mary Jane had asked why he was here, and he thought of the strong photographic memories he carried in this old, vintage playground. Why was he here? Why would he revisit his nightmares?
“I used to live around here when I was young,” he said with slight emotion wavering behind his voice. What had happened to him? He was usually so emotionally together and now he sounded like a complete idiot. Whenever he was emotional he was usually just angry, but this was genuinely sad emotion behind his words. “My mom used to bring me to this park almost every day after kindergarten was over. She would play with me in this park for hours. When the sun was setting, I would beg her to stay just a little longer. And she would let me play until the hours in early night.” He felt like shedding the first tear in a long time when he talked about it out loud. It was much worse admitting his emotions then keeping them inside. Why was he opening himself up to a stranger? It was foolishness.
“She loved me so much. I guess I just wanted to remember these times, in a sense,” he said, swinging the Jack Rose down his throat to try and ease the pain. He felt the burning sensation overwhelm his presence, seeming to numb the hurting within his spirit. “Remind myself of who I used to be,” he ended quietly, his eyes hidden behind his dark, straight hair. “What about you, Mary Jane?” he asked as he stared into her brilliant irises, “did you grow up here in New York? What did you do in your childhood?”
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Post by dee on Sept 10, 2009 10:15:28 GMT -5
mary-jane skelton.because when the rain falls,
it cleanses my soul so i can come back to you. Mary-Jane had a pretty tough childhood and to turn out like this bouncy happy person, it took a lot of pretending things didn't happen, it meant she would have to forget about how she was down trodded by her own mother so she could live her life again, once her mother was shut out, she was a little happier but on a day like today, her mother would come sneaking back to her, wrapping her ice cold fingers around her wrist and pulling her down to her level. She didn't know whether she should shut her mother out like she did because she was still apart of her life, she made her who she was today, but then she was better off with out her, her mother was the one who treated her so badly, that everything dull seemed to shine so brightly that life became half bearable with the things she found that could cheer her up. Because she didn't know luxury or things that would make any teenagers life cheer up she had to cheer herself up using things like sticks and leafs, she had no choice because all the money that came into the house, her mother spent it on alcohol and clothes for herself, she was stuck with hand me downs and clothes with holes in them.
She was one of those girls who tended to open up to everyone and anyone because she didn't have any friends left any more, she was left alone after her father died and she wanted to find a connection with someone anyone! She felt alone quite a lot of the time, so when she met a person, she would ramble nervously and just hope to God they would like her because she just wanted another friend, just one more person who would be there for her, like her father was, but no one ever was, she was always alone on the day that she needed someone, the anniversary of her father's death she was alone. Today, she wasn't, today she was with someone, a stranger, yes, but he was someone she felt that she could connect to in a way, he was someone who she felt could become a good friend to her.
Settling in the swing a little more, she watched him for a moment before shying away slightly. There was no doubt, this guy was handsome, he reminded her a lot of the art students who would rush around the halls of the art college she went to. The only difference being, he was speaking to her, he was being nice to her, those people back at the college would ignore her apart from that one sweet boy, the one person who she told about her powers, the one person who she thought she would trust for the rest of her life, but he was scared of her in reality and she missed him, she had no idea where he had gone to.
As his story was told, her eyes softened, she looked at him and smiled warmly, wanting to make sure that he still felt happy. She would have stood up and given this guy a huge hug, but a past experience would stop her. Last time she hugged someone she had just spoken to, their whole life story flashed in her head and she felt so much pain. Yes, she knew how to control her powers a little more but she didn't want to risk it, that pain she felt was the worst thing she had ever felt, physically. Even after all the self harming she used to do, the power would cause her so much pain and she wondered whether if she used the power it would be self harming again, after all, she had promised her father as he died that she wouldn't do it ever again. Hence why she hardly used her powers.
"I grew up in Jersey with my mom and dad," she said with a little smile, thinking about the lovely views in New Jersey, the great places and the amazing people. "My dad used to take me everywhere, he would take me to the park to keep me happy, he would take me backstage when his theatre company performed, but the park was our place. We would climb trees, play with leafs and anything else we could think of to do, like builind forts," she said, grinning to herself, thinking about all the things she used to do and all the fun she used to have. She missed those days, but she got to relive them herself. "I moved the New York after my dad died..." she said, trailing off, she had said too much already, you never tell people you've only just met about the people in your life who have died or they just think that you are looking for sympathy all the time. "...So yeah, I moved here to go to a performing arts school to train in drama and ballet, then I kind of just stayed here," she said with a little giggle, trying to cover up the sadness she had mentioned before.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -once upon a time a young girl that went by the name of MARY-JANE decided that she would take a little trip to CENTRAL PARK where she ended up bumping into ELIJAH and had a lot of fun. it was a nice day which was why she wore such a pretty little OUTFIT but then again, she might have been trying to impress someone. it took her around EIGHT HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR words to actually FINISH what she was trying to say. but all i have to SAY is; ah, no problem, and thanks for waint for me ^^ |
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Post by seawright on Sept 13, 2009 19:47:29 GMT -5
elijah marcus seawright,swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen,
OH, WE'RE SO YOUNG BUT
DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION Her story sounded so familiar that it felt weird. He felt the connection when she talked about her past as it reminded him of his own mother and the things she would do with him when he was young. Two individuals reminiscing in their old childhood memories. The similarities were almost eerie. “A Jersey girl in performing school?” he responded with a flirty smirk, “I could totally see you doing that gig. You seem like that happy, optimistic type just from the start of this conversation.” She looked like an actor and dancer, and Eli could sense the drama and emotion behind those lovely eyes. His love was a dancer… “I’m not actually a student anymore,” Eli said with a slight grin, “I do some photography nowadays and some other odds and ends to make money.” The vagueness of that sentence would have made anyone who knew better laugh. Those ‘odds and ends’ included blackmail, thievery and fraud; not that he would ever tell anyone else. Not that he felt remorse or regret, but he didn’t want to expose himself to the world. “You know, I don’t really want to spend my life coped up at a desk job, or even school, really. Life’s so short and fragile; I want to live it to the full and not regret anything. I’m sort of a carpe diem person, actually.”
“I bet your dad’s proud of you,” he stated gently, his eyes sparkling with a strange emotion. He tasted the melancholy bitterness in his mouth when he thought of his own father. His father hated Elijah after the boy had dropped out of school and left town without giving his father a call. The last time his father had seen him was in the paper, being arrested for starting a bar fight. That was before he had full control of his power and could escape authorities. He hadn’t talked to his dad since his mom died, really. He felt excruciating pain whenever he was reminded of his past. The photographic depictions ran through his mind like he was already there, and he had to relive the nightmares over again. His father had always been a harsh man, and he had never actually invested anything in Elijah except for money. His dad thought money was the best thing for him, but all Elijah wanted when he was young was attention and some time. Maybe he was just bitter at his father. It had been years since he had even heard his rusty, old voice. Their relationship was nonexistent now, and the young man felt almost no desire to mend it. “You’ve got a lot going for you, MJ.”
Eli wasn’t used to this sensitive side of him. He almost never opened up his past to anyone. Perhaps, sadly, it was because Elijah really didn’t have any more friends he could truly trust with his nightmares. The last person he had truly opened himself up to was Fiona, his former love. This Mary Jane, she seemed really different from the rest of the people that inhabited the world. There was something in her that reminded him of a familiar face. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it felt like he had known her for years. She was compassionate, loyal, understanding, forgiving; all that Eli was not. He didn’t know what it was, but there a strange, powerful draw that made him feel like he could trust her. Was it that she was a reminiscence of Fiona and his mother?
He felt too much pain when he recalled the dark memories; the happier days when he hadn’t experienced the evil that took away his mother. He never wanted to think about them; the images ran him insane with grief and rage, exploding his mind into agony. Because he told Fiona what he was, she was brutally murdered by the Company that was trying to contain him. Because of him innocent blood was liberally spilt across the canvas of reality. The guilt just ripped his fragile heart into a empty, cold pit that hid all the pain he had to endure. Talking with Mary Jane was wonderful, but painful. He didn’t want to remember, but by daring to recall his past he had unlocked an endless charade of grief-filled memories. I’m feeling so weak, he thought internally, shaking inside as the images flashed before his mind, Why am I putting myself through so much pain? I don’t want to remember! I barely know her; why am I revealing myself to her who I am? What’s wrong with me? The memories began to cloud his thoughts and consciousness, overwhelming him. The sudden change of emotions were perhaps shocking, but the sudden imagery of nightmarish death enveloped the teleporter’s being.
He tried to shut out his emotions and memories, drowning the pain in his plastered demeanor, but the numbing pain broke through his Ice King demeanor. To her, it might have seemed bizarre, but he suddenly shook, a tear falling down his face. It was clear there was inner turmoil swarming his spirit. She was so sweet and pure; he didn’t want to hurt her with his past and what they did to him. “I don’t want to remember,” he said under his breath, inwardly shaking in aching pain. He didn’t want to remember those things that reminded him of those dark memories. The photographic images raged through his mind, and he stumbled, dizzy from the terrible memories. He felt out of control… Oh my god, Eli cried out inwardly, realizing what the memories were doing to him, If I don’t control myself I’m going to fucking teleport in front of all these people. He screamed inside to stop the pain, but it flowed around him. He didn’t want her to notice, but it was so obvious he was dealing with some serious issues at the triggering remembrance of the day his mother was murdered in front of his eyes… the day he was rejected by his friends when he found he had a power… the day he felt he was hunted as an animal, not a human, because he was special… the day he murdered that man in Glasgow… the day he couldn’t save her…
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Post by dee on Sept 15, 2009 14:21:48 GMT -5
mary-jane skelton.because when the rain falls,
it cleanses my soul so i can come back to you. Mary-Jane didn't know why she felt like she could open up to this guy so easily, she just did. Sure, she was a little careful sometimes, she tended to open up easily, but she didn't spill everything from the get go, she would hold back on little things, like her father, but she just let them flow from her mouth and it seemed so natural. "Thanks, my dad always said I'd fit in there, so that's why I went," she said with a little smile on her lips, blushing ever so lightly. "Optimism is definitely something you need when you get there because you need to brush of rejection so many times," she said, nodding slightly, after all, she was always running up and down the halls, trying to get herself into every production they had so she didn't have to sit around and think of her father in her spare time. She, instead, would be learning her lines and filling her head with other people's stories so she didn't have to think of her own sad stories. She also partook in other things like painting, photography and music, everything that she adored, but she loved performing ballet a lot more than anything else, something she hadn't actually done for ages now. She nodded and smiled as he spoke. "I totally agree with you there! You just gotta spread your wings and fly, don't look back and just live the way you want to live," she said with a little childish nod and a proud smile.
His words hit her like a tonne of bricks, was her dad proud of her? She had no idea, she went in his memory, she went there to escape her mother and most of all to make her father proud, but did this really make him proud or did he want her to do something different, do something that would make her stand out, she didn't know right now. She looked up to the sky, smiling lightly at the fluffy clouds and nodded. "Yeah, I bet he is," she said. She didn't really believe in God, but for some reason, she believed that her father was in Heaven, she believed that he could look down on her and smile and be proud of the way she had turned out. He was the only one who ever had faith in her, her mother dismissed her, her mother didn't care or tend to her at all, she had to deal with being lonely while her mother stopped her father from visiting. All those lonely nights she would be alone and now, she was back to being alone because she no longer had her father. "I guess I do," she said a little absently. She kind of did.
She found it strange how she was just revealing all to this person, even her father, she rarely did that. It wasn't like she was just opening up about her past and saying that she loved her father, she was telling him everything, she was surprised she hadn't told him that her mother used to abuse her and she once tried to commit suicide and was saved by her neighbours, strangers that cared about her more than her own mother saved her life, taking her to the hospital. She then lost her father in a car accident, something that crushed her heart and made her have to run away from it all, get away from New Jersey and get to another place where no one knew her, then she found that performing arts school and that saved her life really. It was a sign, so she applied, something she did quite a lot on just a whim, if it seemed like a 'sign' she did it. She noted her sleeves slowly rising to reveal the scars that remained from her attempted on her own life, which made her quickly tug at the sleeves, hiding those horrible scars.
Her attention changed quickly when she saw Eli in pain, something seemed strained in his face and she just wanted to throw her arms around him and try to make him feel better. He spoke and her heart sank as she watched him, something definitely wasn't right. "Eli, are you okay?" she asked softly as she looked at him, hoping that he wasn't in pain, but she wasn't sure. She slowly placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him, instead she had a flash of confusing images that caused a slight shot of pain to course through her body and create a pained look on her face, but this wouldn't deter her, she kept the had placed there, taking better control of her powers and looking at him with a warm smile, trying to make him feel a little better. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked him, squeezing his shoulder lightly to keep him calmer.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -once upon a time a young girl that went by the name of MARY-JANE decided that she would take a little trip to CENTRAL PARK where she ended up bumping into ELIJAH and had a lot of fun. it was a nice day which was why she wore such a pretty little OUTFIT but then again, she might have been trying to impress someone. it took her around EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN words to actually FINISH what she was trying to say. |
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Post by seawright on Sept 18, 2009 16:40:25 GMT -5
elijah marcus seawright,swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen,
OH, WE'RE SO YOUNG BUT
DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION The change of emotion was so abrupt and sudden it may have seemed strange, perhaps unrealistic. It had just been seconds ago that Eli was having a friendly, albeit personal conversation with Mary Jane. But through such a seemingly harmless conversation, his photographic memory recalled the violent imagery of his poor mother’s torturous death. In the past years he had avoided such by drowning his pain in adrenaline rushes, sex, drugs and alcohol. He refused to endure the pain that wrenched his heart open. But now, in this one moment, Eli had denied his cold shell and had opened up to Mary Jane. And something about her triggered this awful recollection of painful thoughts… the wave had rushed over him in an instant, and suddenly he felt like his mind was numbing to explosion. The dull thuds rushed through his head, feeling light and heavy at the same time as the vision flashed before his very eyes.
“Bloody fuck,” he mumbled, his face turning pale as he inwardly screamed in agony. Tears started to form in his eyes. His emotion seemed so one-dimensional, but his photographic memory was so vivid and real that it felt like he was living his nightmares all again… “Mother!” the little boy sobbed, watching his mother brutally beaten by the gang members. Behind the soaking wet hair hanging over his face, he watched from behind the garbage can their evil grins as they took advantage of her.He wanted to run away, to look away from the vision, but he could just leave her. He cried so softly, watching the rain beat down as he struggled to stay behind his cover. His mother had told him to hide, but he couldn’t stand there and just watch… it was all his fault this had happened… the pain seared in his mind, making him feel so weak. He was going to collapse… mother…
Eli had blocked out all of reality as he was in his own dimension, losing grip to the real world. He could barely hear Mary Jane’s sweet, concerned voice above the lashing of murderous sounds and dischord. He barely felt her warm touch on his numb shoulder, the pain washing away all his senses. But then he felt some form of presence entering his thoughts. The little boy cried as he watched his mother beaten to death by her captors. He didn’t know how to escape this nightmare… Eli was trapped in his child body, unable to respond to the real world. He wanted to forget! Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. The startled child turned around, his eyes flecked with bloody red as he suffered the pain he had to endure… Mary Jane? He saw the very woman he was talking to just earlier stand in front of him like flesh and blood. She looked concerned for his pain.
How the hell did she enter his memory and thoughts? She had entered his photographic vision, as real as reality itself. He had never encountered variations of the memory, and now she was here… but how? Suddenly Eli felt some form of security with the girl by his side. He could still hear the gunshots, the screams, the pain, but he had someone watching him. He wasn’t alone anymore. “Mary Jane?” young Eli asked, looking into her beautiful, sensitive eyes with his own childish irises. "... how are you in my dreams?” He was so scared, yet with the equally powerful emotion of shock. The rain felt so real as it beat down in him, the fear was so real, but somehow, it all felt different. What was happening to him? How could she possibly be here? In reality, Eli was now staring off into the distance, his eyes replaced with a form of whitish blankness. He was in a different dimension of thought.
[k, so this was a semi-GM. sorry. i can totally edit this, I just thought it would be super interesting?... so sorry again. i couldn’t think of a way not to really godmode it a little bit... heh.]
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Post by dee on Sept 22, 2009 13:24:31 GMT -5
mary-jane skelton.because when the rain falls,
it cleanses my soul so i can come back to you. Mary-Jane knew what it was like to be perfectly fine one moment and the next moment your whole world being torn away from you as if the world had stopped spinning and everything was coming to an end. She could always recall a day when she was happy, everything seemed to be working out in her new life, she was getting through it all with ease and she couldn't wait for something amazing to happen, but it didn't, something horrible happened. The extremely vivid images of her father entered her head and her world came crashing down around her and she didn't enjoy that one bit, she hated that feeling and hoped that it would never happen to her again because those memories created so much pain for her. She had locked away that dreadful night in a part of her mind that no one would ever enter unless she gave them a key, there was one person apart from her who had a key and that person was no longer a part of her life because he was scared of her after he found out about her powers and they haven't spoken since, she missed him and was now thinking that maybe she should call him up, see if he wanted to speak to her again or just forget she existed.
She hadn't meant to, but she had arrived in Eli's mind, pentrating his memories and she hadn't meant to. She didn't know what to say to him, whether or not this was a good idea. Instead her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit alley way, she didn't know where she was or why she was here, but she assumed it was something to do with her powers. She blinked, was she really here? Her eyes adjusted to what was around her and that's when she focused on the woman who was currently being beaten by evil men who were smirking evilly. Her heart punded hard in her chest as she froze, she had no idea what to do, she was a lot smaller than the woman that they were hurting and she was never someone who could fight, she was terrible at fighting but she felt like she needed to protect this woman, something sat in her heart that made her feel close to this total stranger, something just made her feel terrible and that she needed to help her.
Her eyes came to a small child that had just spoke her name, was it really Eli, the eyes were the same, something that never changed in a person. She knelt before him and smiled lightly at the small boy before him. "Eli," she said softly, extending her arms as she brought him into a gentle hug, almsot trying to shelter his eyes from the horror that was happening before him, it was something that people didn't need to see, it would be something that is a constant nightmare and that was never good. She was just as shocked as he was and she didn't quite understand what was happening as her powers had never exceeded to this before. "I think this has something to do with me," she said lowly, as she looked down at the tiny boy. "I have a power where I can see people's thoughts and emotions, I think this has something to do with it," she said in her typically slightly rambling way, she didn't want to give him too much information as to scare him away like she had done her last friend, but she wanted to let him know enough that this wasn't his fault. She wanted him to know that she was sorry for this and that it had gone slightly wrong. She wanted him to feel safe in this horrible thing, she had no realised that this was a memory, something that played in his head day after day and she was now sitting in it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -once upon a time a young girl that went by the name of MARY-JANE decided that she would take a little trip to CENTRAL PARK where she ended up bumping into ELIJAH and had a lot of fun. it was a nice day which was why she wore such a pretty little OUTFIT but then again, she might have been trying to impress someone. it took her around SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE words to actually FINISH what she was trying to say. all i have left to SAY is; ah, tis fine, makes sense ^^ but sorry for the delay, uni just starting and it's all a bit hectic |
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Post by seawright on Sept 28, 2009 18:39:13 GMT -5
elijah marcus seawright,swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen,
OH, WE'RE SO YOUNG BUT
DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION The girl reached out to him, and her touch felt almost as real as reality itself. He felt the warmth and comfort of the gentle embrace as she stood in between him and the traumatic scenario that was taking place. Mary-Jane protected the exposed Elijah like a barrier when he was at his weakest. He had never felt so weak or vulnerable in front of a person, and humility and shame mixed into his anger, pain and helplessness. But, for some odd reason, he didn’t feel as ashamed of Mary-Jane seeing in him such a light. His heart, beating fast from adrenaline and fear, slowed slightly as he felt a supernatural calming emotion crash over him, numbing the fear and pain that overwhelmed his body. He didn’t feel like he was dying inside anymore. The memories alone caused him pain, but in a different way than before, perhaps less powerful and more tiring. Somehow this illusion of Mary-Jane had calmed and subdued the wild beast within his memories.
She said she had a power? Elijah’s mind reeled as he realized the repercussions of the situation. How had he found another ‘special’? In the comic books as a young child he recognized this power as telepathy, although he had never recalled this level within the power. His calming emotions and her presence were explained by the power, however. The image of his mother’s murder began to blur into the shadows, his mind being pulled away from the memory. Although they were still within his mind, the images seemed less clear and more focused on her face. How did she find him? Was she following him? He sensed that she didn’t know him before this incident and there was just a genuine connection of fate.
His body flickered as he slowly transformed into his adult body, clad shirtless and in torn pants. The mind transformation had somehow left him without his outfit within reality. His body flickered as if he was in between teleportation gateways, his body in between the real world and his mind. Of course, it was impossible for his physical body to enter his mind realm and it just meant he was losing connection to his thoughts. “Mary-Jane…” he said as he looked up into her innocent eyes, “I have something to confess as well.” Her subconscious manipulation of his emotions was calming him even more, drawing his nightmare away. He still felt fear, but this new discovery was averting his pain. His voice was weak, as if he was still internally within his internal battling these gruesome thoughts. “I have a power as well.”
He looked around as the images began to formulate again, his mind struggling to fight the nightmarish photographic imagery. “Mary-Jane,” he said weakly as he nauseously watched his mother beaten with a wooden bat by one of the thugs, blood painting the alleyway walls red with anger and evil, “Please, I don’t know if you can, but pull us out of this memory. I know it sounds like this is a new aspect of your power, but we need to leave this before I collapse. With this much stress I’m going to teleport both of us into the world in between the mind and the body. I can’t… I can’t… handle the pain. I don’t want to see these images anymore…” Eli fell to the floor, his grimy hands pushing against the hard, uneven concrete. Screams and evil laughter echoed through the stale air as great blankets of illusionary fog surrounded the pair.
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