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- Lucia Cabriel - 07-05-2011 [html] Hope this is okay for my first post back on Souls! <3 Lucia had no plans on moving today, quite intent with sitting at the base of a tall pine tree and drinking her sorrows away. Little rays of sunshine beat down through the leafy canopy, a soft breeze whispering between the trees. At her feet were a small bunch of thistles, common here all through the summer. For the past couple of days Lucia had hung pretty close to this tree, sleeping and drinking until she could find something else to occupy her time. It hadn't been long since she had crossed into the borders of Nova Scotia again, and already she was finding herself quite content… or maybe that was the alcohol. With malachite eyes unsettled and unfocused, Lucia caught a glimpse of, what she believed could be, a rabbit. Her stomach grumbled but the ebony female paid it little mind, deciding that if she were to eat anything, the alcohol wouldn’t keep clogging her system. That would not do at all. .lt b {font-weight:bold; color:#91ba5a; letter-spacing:1px; } .lt .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #a99393;} .lt p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .lt {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#2c3033; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... /table.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 350px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Axelle Napier - 07-06-2011 [html] Its good for your first post back ! =] Axelle hadn’t been in this neck of the woods since… forever. When Dahlia de Mai inhabited the lands, she stayed away from this particular little place. Now that she was here, she regretted it. It was a nice little quiet forest area. This was somewhere good for staking out in a tree and hunting with her crossbow. She would need to try that someday. She walked in Optime form today, something not as rare as it once was. She found her Optime form more useful everyday, but lupus would always be her preferred form. As she passed close to trees, she touched them, pushing her body forward off of them. The felt tired, and wanted to sit down, but knew that sitting wouldn’t get her anywhere farther. She kept walking now with a lazy pace. She wasn’t really paying all that much attention to the things around her, but the one thing that she was paying attention to were smells, and she did smell someone… or something. She smelled a heavy scent of alcohol in the air, close by, and maybe a masked scent of someone else underneath all the alcohol. Axelle, now cautiously, kept walking. Not before long, she was behind a wolf leaning against a tree. There were various alcohol bottles lined up on the sides of her, and she was hiccupping. She must’ve been really far gone already for her not be notice Axelle being so close. Axelle walked around her widely to not scare the female. Being drunk and scared could be a bad thing. So Axelle circled around so when she finally came into view to the female, she was in front of her, not behind. She was in clear view, and at a safe distance just in case. ”Hello.” She made a friendly wave toward her. Maybe the female, in the state that she was in, didn’t see her. Axelle came a little bit closer, but stopped and, also, leaned against a tree, but standing. She leaned with her right shoulder against its bark, and watched the female. ”You’re out pretty far from civilization. What’s your name?” Questions were always helpful to show that one was friendly. .waterbeads-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .waterbeads b {font-weight:bold; color:#a48da4; letter-spacing:1px} .waterbeads p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .waterbeads {margin:0 auto; background-color:#a3676b; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/qxtjcp.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#c89eaa; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify; width:400px; border:1px solid #50333a; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Lucia Cabriel - 07-07-2011 [html] Thanks! It's just taking a while to get back into the swing of things... The hiccups continued. Hick, hick, hick – it was like the beat of a steady drum. It would have almost been musical, but the stench of booze and the swaying female made it all the more disgusting. Taking more and more swigs out of the bottle, beads of saliva and drink down her chin, the ebony female could feel herself slipping into a desired cloud of unconsciousness. Her mind had begun to go blank, her senses failing her. If she had paid close attention, she would have noticed the scent on the wind, she would have seen the approaching stranger… but no, she did not see, she did not smell. She was in alcoholic bliss, and as such, was ignorant of the rest of the world. - Axelle Napier - 07-10-2011 [html] =] The drunken female slurred out words of distaste of life. Axelle could relate. Her life wasn’t going that great right now. She didn’t have anyone to love, she didn’t have a family. Shit, she was lucky if she had a few friends here and there. Everyone’s purpose? Everyone had their own purpose for living.”Everyone has their own purpose. Something put you here for some reason or another. It’s your job to figure out what it is.” Axelle wasn’t really into trying to change the female’s mind, but she would add her two cents in when needed. The female swayed and slurred from all the alcohol in her body, but Axelle kept her ears alert for what she was saying. It was interesting enough coming from a beyond drunk someone. ”Men are pointless. It seems that they get to do whatever they want, while making us females seem less important or weak even. I’m tired of that shit.” Lucia had a point: men were pointless. They were only good for impregnating, that was it. Axelle pushed off the tree, and walked closer to Lucia. She sat down in front of her, far enough away to have a normal conversation and not be in her face. She took her bag off her shoulder, and put it down beside her. She rummaged through it for a moment before pulling out a bottle of vodka. Good thing I always come prepared. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. She popped the cork cap off and took a sip. Then she put it down beside her. ”I feel this would be an interesting conversation, do continue.” She liked that the female had the same dislike for men as she had. Maybe this one wasn’t as afraid of them as Axelle was, but she was happy they were in the same boat. .waterbeads-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .waterbeads b {font-weight:bold; color:#a48da4; letter-spacing:1px} .waterbeads p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .waterbeads {margin:0 auto; background-color:#a3676b; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/qxtjcp.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#c89eaa; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify; width:400px; border:1px solid #50333a; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Lucia Cabriel - 07-11-2011 [html] How would you like this to roll? Lucia could feel Axelle’s eyes upon her. It almost made her skin crawl. She hated being watched or studied, it made her uncomfortable. She remembered when Inferni members used to do that, how they would watch her with a cold, judging stare. She never was accepted in their ranks, she was never accepted anywhere. That momentary bliss she had felt with Snake, and the possibility of belonging to something… well, it was just that – momentary. It was gone like a tumbleweed in the wind, and now, now Lucia was just the damaged empty shell that had been left behind. - Axelle Napier - 07-13-2011 [html] We'll see how it goes... PM me if you have any specific ideas? Axelle’s lips twitched wanting to curl into a snarl. She hated being imitated, taunted even, for her advice. It made her feel stupid. She was only trying to help this female, and if she didn’t want help- then what did she bring it up in conversation for? But, the conversation turned for the better and Axelle forgot about the antagonizing snarl that wanted to make its appearance on her lips. It slowly faded away as her attention was brought to another subject: her bottle of alcohol. Vodka. ”I’m not picky when it comes to my liquors. I usually make my own, but this is the one I pulled out first.” She had others in her bag, homemade others. Strong ones that someone could easily get fucked up with. She planned to give one to Lucia when she was feeling more criticizing. Or maybe she would throw it in her eyes. Lucia changed the subject once more, back to a more interesting conversation they were just getting into: men. Axelle took another sip out of her bottle and elaborated, ”Mmmmmmm…..no.” Even though Axelle did have father issues, he wasn’t the main reason for her hate for men. In fact, he didn’t even contribute to the reason. Lucia was very off. Axelle would tell her story for the first time in a while. She didn’t bring this up with people, and hoped she wouldn’t get any negative feedback from Lucia because she might as well kill her. She didn’t have many weapons on her at the time, just a few throwing knives that she didn’t know how to throw in her bag, but they would do. They were crossing dangerous waters with this conversation. ”I was overcome, raped, and beaten by one.” She pointed to an obvious scar on her chest, above her breasts. It was large, and diagonal, but it didn’t cross over her entire chest. It was pretty set in the middle, and looked ragged. Painful. It bled for weeks. She also had numerous others around her body, on her wrists, on her right side, but those weren’t as big as the main one she pointed to. ”And yourself?” She had reason to ask. If Lucia was going to dig into her personal reasons, she had every right to dig into hers as well. ”Lost love, father issues also, rapists…?” Each word hung there with it’s own question mark attached to it’s end. Axelle’s gaze was friendly, but concentrated at the same time. She felt exposed now that this female knew her story. Knew of someone who had overtaken her, beat her, and raped her. Now she sounded so weak, and she didn’t like it. .waterbeads-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-size:12px; text-align:right;} .waterbeads b {font-weight:bold; color:#a48da4; letter-spacing:1px} .waterbeads p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .waterbeads {margin:0 auto; background-color:#a3676b; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/qxtjcp.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#c89eaa; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify; width:400px; border:1px solid #50333a; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Lucia Cabriel - 07-15-2011 [html] Apologies for the length. Maybe a bit too rambly?? Lucia caught glimpse of the twitch. It amused her, but only for a second. She stored the knowledge that what she had done had annoyed the stranger greatly. It could be of use in the future. Watching the twitch fade was like watching ice melt, it was boring. Luckily, it didn’t take as long as it could have, and Lucia was grateful. There wasn’t much else to look at around here, and being as drunk as she was, she often stared numbly at things anyway. It just so happened to be Axelle that her eyes were glued to. - Axelle Napier - 07-16-2011 [html] =) Burned them alive. This statement brought her back to her pup burning days. She understood this very well. She understood what it felt like to burn family for pure revenge, and even if she wasn’t as wicked as Lucia, she was pretty damn close. I’d like to see you do that without a twinge of remorse. She thought to herself about Lucia. Axelle nodded with a smile on her face thinking back about the smells of organs cooking and hair burning, and the tiny little puppy screams as their last few moments of life were agony. The best part about that though, was getting their father to burn them alive as well. He was hurt, too bad he couldn’t know it, but he got his for being a dirty, fucking rapist. Oh, he got his. She softly cackled at the thought, ”Oh, I know what you mean.” Her voice was slightly malicious now as she thought back. ”I burned his children alive.” She had to share it. She never shared that shit before, but she felt Lucia was on the same boat as she was. It was only fair. As for Lucia’s next drunk ramblings, Axelle couldn’t relate. She never felt love. She felt lust for her actual rapist after a time of getting to know him, and yes he did disappear, but she didn’t understand love. She didn’t know anything about the hurt after the other doesn’t care about you anymore or has found someone else better. But she did agree that they were all bastards, and most of them should rot in Hell. Axelle nodded agreeing to Lucia’s question even though she didn’t understand it fully. ”Yup.” Axelle broke eye contact to find her bottle placed next to her. She picked it up, and took a big gulp. She winced as it went down, but recovered quickly. Then her attention was back on Lucia. .axelleblur-text {padding:0px 5px;} .axelleblur p {padding:5px 0px; text-indent:15px; margin:5px;} .axelleblur b {color:#2b3a5f; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; } .axelleblur {width:400px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#1c1817; background-image:url(http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/9245/souls52.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:6px 0px 250px 0px; font-family: 'palatino linotype', palatino, serif; font-size:13px; color:#866aaf; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:3px double #000000;} </style> [/html] - Lucia Cabriel - 07-17-2011 [html] Nice post Axelle seemed distracted for a moment. Perhaps she was pondering Lucia’s words, or maybe just mocking her. It didn’t bother the ebony female too much, however. She was just happy to be drinking. She lived for that these days. There wasn’t too much else for the female to live for. - Axelle Napier - 07-19-2011 [html] Thanks =] and once again, thanks for the tables ! Axelle cleared her throat as the alcohol went down a little harshly. She recovered and brought the bottle back to her lips, taking a successful, smooth swig now. ”That’s what I’m aiming for,” she said as she swallowed. She showed a toothy grin to the female across from her. Friendly it was. Friendly was an overstatement most of the time. Lucia was lucky to catch Axelle in a good mood, not that she was capable of doing anything overly damaging in a bad mood, either. Mental was an understatement. She was capable of a lot more being in the right state of mind. Axelle smiled wickedly at the thought of a few things she had done wrongly. The pup burning session being in the first place spot. Having Kemo throw some in was at the second place spot. Actually doing the deed without losing any sleep for the next few months was in the third spot. Sure, she felt shitty when she was actually doing it, but when it was over and done with she had nothing connecting her to that bastard anymore except for her underlying crush for him. Hmm… Maybe she did know a little about love, but it never made her feel any different way when he disappeared. Maybe her feelings for him weren’t that strong after all. All this thinking made her thirsty. She took another sip from her vodka bottle, and its contents were nearly halfway finished now. ”Maybe even more,” she joked with Lucia. In her statement, she was half kidding. The other half she was quite serious, but then again she really had no idea what Lucia was capable of and Lucia really had no idea what else Axelle was capable of doing either. A smirk came to her lips, and she brought the bottle back up to her mouth once more. She took another sip, put it down next to her, and lay on her side propping her head up on her left hand, and watched Lucia with interested eyes. She was ready for more of what this female had to offer. What else could she learn about her? Word Count → 357 Points → 3 - Lucia Cabriel - 07-28-2011 [html] Not my best, but my muse is being a bit funny recently. Apologies for the long wait! Lucia ignored the words of her companion. She was too busy trying to work out where her strange behaviour had come from. It was out of character, it wasn’t normal. She didn’t like it one bit, and it confused her. Staring blankly at the ground, she brought the bottle to her lips and finished the contents. Her voice was quiet now, contemplative. Lucia was almost on a different planet it seemed, lost in thought yet speaking aloud. Whether it was intentional or not, well, that was a mystery. - Axelle Napier - 08-01-2011 [html] Must be everybody… my muse has been shit lately too -___- Lucia seemed to drift off into thought with a faint knowledge to her own speaking. Axelle stayed in the position she was in, and did not speak until the female was done. The tone in her voice was lost, and almost creepy. She hoped Kemo felt the way that Lucia described, but maybe he wouldn’t since he hadn’t known they were his pups. At the same time, she didn’t wish ill on Kemo. At first, she thought of him as a demon and the same of the pups growing inside of her, but now she didn’t really think much on him. She felt that they were even, even though he didn’t know it. The topic of love came back up again. Axelle suddenly wished she had more experience on the subject now that it was so frequent in the conversation. The way Lucia described it, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to get to know the subject anymore. She had heard that it was something fantastic; it made you feel great and different in good ways. There’s usually an evil side to everything that’s good, though. Axelle figured that what Lucia was describing was the evil side that she recently felt. The downfall. Axelle was quiet for the time being until Lucia’s change of subject snapped her out of thought. She blinked and answered grabbing the bottle, ”It’s coming along. You?” She could see Lucia was getting worse, but what was she going to do? She couldn’t do anything, and she didn’t know or care enough about the female to stop her from drinking herself to death if she wanted to. ”Ciggarettes don’t faze me much, but solitude and booze are a good choice in life.” She liked them a lot. Word Count → 366 Points → 3 - Lucia Cabriel - 08-05-2011 [html] Sorry for the wait. Muse dead. RIP. Lucia nodded as Axelle spoke. Lucia had a slight addiction to the cancerous sticks she polluted herself with. Whenever she couldn’t smoke, she felt like she would snap. A few times in the past she had almost thought about stealing from others to get her nicotine fix, but luckily, someone had offered her them or traded with her for them. Without those little sticks, she was a pipe bomb waiting to blow, and yet, these days it didn’t seem to matter. She was still a pipe bomb; all the cigarettes did was delay the inevitable. That was good enough for now. .lt b {font-weight:bold; color:#91ba5a; letter-spacing:1px; } .lt .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #a99393;} .lt p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .lt {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#2c3033; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... /table.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 350px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Axelle Napier - 08-14-2011 [html] Sorry for the wait Cigarettes weren’t that important to Axelle, but she saw others that liked them very much. Axelle liked weed; that was the only thing she smoked to burn away her lungs. She didn’t care much for the other smokable devices. Whether they caused health problems in wolves were beyond her, she didn’t like them anyway. ”I thought they only caused health problems in humans?” She hadn’t really thought of how they affected werewolf lungs. The alcohol was another thing, though. Axelle enjoyed a drink to numb the pain here and there. She nodded in agreement as she listened to Lucia ramble on about the enticing liquid. It did help alter reality, and put one in a really good mood if that was what they were aiming for. Drinking while in a bad mood was something dangerous, something that one wouldn’t be able to control once they were drunk enough. Axelle never got that way, but she’d heard and saw other’s behaving for the worst. ”I can’t really say I’ve hallucinated with alcohol, but I’ve definitely hallucinated on other things,” as she said it she pulled a out a jar in her bag that was full of brown, chunky goop. Her own home made concoction of mushroom goop that would have anyone or anything tripping off their ass. It was the best hallucinogen that she had ever found and eaten. Just add water, and mix. She shook the jar slightly to advertise the concoction inside. She wondered what kind of stoner Lucia was. Did she get high on occasion or was she just a drinker? ”This right here is the best hallucinogen I’ve ever experienced. You see the weirdest shit.” Now she was starting to sound like a stoner, someone who got high a lot. She did get high a lot, though. It was something she couldn’t really hide from others because it was sometimes given away through her personality. Word Count → 318 Points → 3 |