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- Jasper de le Poer - 12-07-2008 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 12-08-2008 [html] let the dogs bite at your ankles On occasion, she was drawn out to the borders for one reason or another. It wasn't necessarily to contribute to their upkeep—Gabriel did that job well enough on his own—but just something she felt like she could do. Anselm was gone, so they were one leader short, but even that wasn't anything new. Corona knew that her mother had lead the clan without any other supporting leaders in more or less the same state that it was in now. Gabriel may as well have not been any different, though maybe a little less gruesome on the physical scale. There were both not nearly as scarred as they should have been. Or maybe she wasn't. Corona more or less stayed out of sight most of the time, kept to doing what she did best. She interacted with family only and had little regard for the others because they seemed the more likely to be less open-minded and even more biased and full of shit in the form of ridicule and intelligence. Some of them were so far gone that they were only good for fighting. And those somebodies was really reduced now to that someone, and that was Hybrid. Corona didn't pay any attention to him if she could help it, though she knew his worth. She knew what he did for Inferni and that was enough. He had earnt his keep. But as she moved through the sparse trees along the toothpick line of skull and bones that made up their visual border, she spotted an all too familiar figure slumped there. “Jasper?” Her tone filled with instant concern and worry and Corona didn't hesitate to cut the distance between them short to look him over. “What are you doing way out here?” That question should have been rephrased—why are you out here, what's wrong?—but she didn't. She couldn't, knowing that if something was wrong, he would tell her. At least she hoped he would tell her, but there was no guarantees. let the sunshine burn your eyes - Jasper de le Poer - 12-08-2008 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 12-08-2008 [html] let the dogs bite at your ankles As perceptive as she was, there was very little to mask the battle of emotion that waged war beneath Jasper's muted expression. He didn't look at her, but he didn't need to. She extended an arm out to rest her hand on his rounded shoulder just to give him that sense of reality. A sense of being grounded. Yeah, she was really there, flesh and bone, still the same. Well, mostly. Her brow knitted with visible concern as he spoke and a dreading sort of sense came over her like the ocean waves washed over their sandy tracks. “What's wrong?” Thought he lost everyone? “Why would you think that?” What had happened that she was so painfully unaware of? Maybe he was out of it, maybe he was still sick. The thought came to her and she didn't stop it. She had become desensitized to the madness of the world. Little surprised her, so it was no wonder that the thoughts came so easily. Still, the fact that he came out to Inferni of all places told her something was up, even if he was sick or not. let the sunshine burn your eyes - Jasper de le Poer - 12-08-2008 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 12-08-2008 "He burned down my house," and I sat here and went LOL for some reason. [html] let the dogs bite at your ankles Had she been human, the colour would have probably drained out of her face momentarily. It wasn't nearly as bad as she thought, but rather at first she thought maybe Jasper was being silly. Until he mentioned that Ahren had lost it and gone and burnt down the shack that he had been in. Without really considering it, Corona compensated for him. “He probably did that because that's where the sick were kept. So there wouldn't be anything left for the illness to cling to.” In the same sense that they had burned diseased bodies in the past, she decided. Made sense. Corona didn't question what her father did, though when that had ultimately stopped was questionable. She gave his shoulder a little squeeze to reassure him. “You're okay though, aren't you?” He wasn't burnt up to a crispy critter, so that much was good. He didn't look like he had been wrung through a ringer any more than he usually did, so she could go about pretending everything was okay. Some things didn't make sense, that much was true, but that was normalcy. Complete and utter normalcy. Jasper wanted someone to comfort him and Corona could do that, she supposed. She had done it well enough with Talitha, so why not her own brother? let the sunshine burn your eyes - Jasper de le Poer - 12-09-2008 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 12-13-2008 [html] let the dogs bite at your ankles He thought so and in some small way, that quiet answer quelled her concern briefly. As Jasper looked up, Corona smoothed out a piece of hair that went askew, preening him absently as he spoke on. “Yeah, I did. Rachias and I took care of you, Laruku, and Dad.” She really thought that Rachias deserved more of the credit than she did, because she had kept a constant watch over them. Corona always was the one who came and went. “I'm glad you're better now, I was really worried about you for a while,” she went on to say, the edges of her mouth curling into a small smile. He was a good kid, at least compared to the rest of them that were around. It had always been said that the good died young, but she supposed that they had won that round. Hopefully no more illnesses would spring up from the ground and take root in them. They could come up with the cures to physical illnesses, but the thing they all couldn't stop was madness and that madness was something that she had ignored all of her life. It did not exist. let the sunshine burn your eyes - Jasper de le Poer - 12-15-2008 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 12-16-2008 [html] let the dogs bite at your ankles She wasn't a very good actor, but she still tried. It was harder to act a certain way, but easy not to act at all. Bury it underneath the sand, bury underneath the rock and the magma beneath that. Put it in the very core of the earth and prayed it didn't bubble back up between the cracks and crevices—the literal scars that were etched into the planet as it were—and pray like hell they all got away with the secrets they hid. But this was her normalcy. Maybe it was a fantasy. Maybe her father was crazy. Maybe her siblings were crazy, maybe her mother had been crazy. Maybe she was just as crazy as they were. But she denied it, she had reasons (excuses) for everything. “I don't know if she did or not,” Corona replied after a thought of consideration. Had Matinee ever really been there? The gypsy woman had crossed her thoughts a few times. The anger towards her had bubbled up in idle moments when she had been rearranging things. Doing nothing meant that she over thought everything eventually. “You'd have to ask Rachias, I guess. I wasn't always there like she was.” And if Matinee had actually come? Well, Corona didn't care too much as long as she had left Ahren alone, but the gold-haired hybrid had never caught so much as a whiff of her. She doubted she would ever tire of hating that woman. let the sunshine burn your eyes - Jasper de le Poer - 12-17-2008 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 12-18-2008 [html] let the dogs bite at your ankles “Of course,” was her answer. She wasn't going to turn him away. He was family for one, but it wasn't like Inferni didn't have room for him. “We have a mansion here. I think I'm the only one who makes any use out of it, so you could probably stay there with me.” Keeping him away from Hybrid would be another story, but she doubted in the dwindled numbers of their ranks that anyone would really care much or act adversely. Talitha would probably shy away, Ryan and Ezekiel probably wouldn't care too much one way or the other, which left Gabriel sitting somewhere in the wings. If anything, she supposed, he might have needed convincing. Corona was aware that they had met before, but she wasn't really sure what he had really thought of Jasper. Even the notion that Jasper wanted to stay with her of all people was troubling. It stuck out in her mind well enough to merit being a problem, but she tucked it away. “Would you like to see it?” she went on to offer after a brief pause, hoping it would do. Better than him being out in the cold open somewhere near by. let the sunshine burn your eyes - Jasper de le Poer - 12-18-2008 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 01-04-2009 I fail. [html] “I don't see why they would,” she answered him before turning and heading off towards the mansion. “Talitha's liable to be afraid of you, she didn't have such a good run in with some wolves,” but why for she didn't bother aying, “and Ezekiel spent some time away from here with a couple of friends of Gabriel's that are, well, wolves. I'd say they're pretty adjusted.” As for meeting them, she didn't know how that would all go down. How they acted one day could very well have been different from another. “I bet they'll like you,” she went on to say after a moment, musing over the possibility that they would get along just fine. Optimism didn't always come to her, but she felt like she could handle feeling that way. “So maybe you'll find some common ground to talk about. There's another here that you might get along with too. Her name is Ryan. She wears clothes like those coyotes that were here did.” Corona liked her well enough, so she was worth mentioning too. - Jasper de le Poer - 01-12-2009 [html]
- Corona Lykoi - 01-13-2009 [html] “Laurel,” she repeated, as if to assure him that she remembered his name when she'd only choose to probably forget it later. Aside from meeting him a couple of times, she hadn't been able to form much of an opinion of him. A memory would remain, but that was about it. Though at his confession of not being able to smell, Corona couldn't help but throw him a look of sympathy. Losing something that was quite vital like that was never good, but as to why it would happen was a little lost on her. She had never thought about the things that could make that happen, fire or not. “I'm sorry to hear that. I imagine it doesn't make things easy for you.” The fire was so long ago that Corona figured if it was going to be temporary, it would have gone away by now. “You still cook though, don't you? I remember you having an interest in that, I think.” Of course, she thought absently, if he couldn't smell, then his sense of taste was probably a little hindered too. They didn't have very good taste to begin with, no doubt having traded that sense out to amplify their keen sense of smell. Either way, she tried to spur some sort of conversation with him that wasn't dreary or ominous. |