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Aeron
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight!
WC :: +736 OOC :: Normal Aeron gear plus a bum arm from fight with Firefly. Right arm badly hurt and wrapped
Believe me
You've never met another one like me
Bet you've never seen the things that I've seen
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ITOU ALAKI Closet mind is distorted instability.
Please release me before breaking.
So long... In humiliation
The final art is your dead face Word Count :: 577 Permission to kill me for being so slow with this ;______;
It had been just yesterday he'd woken up and everything at the time had seemed fine. Which of course, was the young Rakeeb simply slipping into denial once more and pushing all his problems away and refusing to deal with them, refusing to come to terms with the fact he'd almost lost Miwa, had gained a second daughter and was blind to top everything off. Laying there he felt the warmth of another laying behind him and he couldn't help it; he mentally rolled his eyes and sighed out loud, the simple sound expressing the fact he was growing quickly resigned to the fact the ghostly male simply didn't listen. Opening his eyes, although only seeing through one, he turned to find the pale male sprawled out on his bed beside him. Strange guy and with the thought he grinned, shook his head slightly and eased himself off the bed without disturbing Alex. All over he ached, throbbed and he could feel the tug of his cuts where he had been torn open by the bears claws. The more sane, weaker part of him wanted to curl back on the bed beside the strange male and sleep until all the pain went away, but that wasn't whom he was. He couldn't sit still, he need to do something... to move his damaged body and take all his pent up emotion out on something.
Padding away from the bed of furs and over to one of the two tables push against the left wall of the training space he attached his usual array of weapons, grabbed a leather strip and pushed his hair back, gathering it and tying it up in a quick, practised motion. Stepping back from the tables he turned to look back at Alex, confirming the stranger was still asleep. Looking at the other he knew it was completely not normal that a complete stranger had moved into his cave and was sharing his bed, but then from what he'd seen nothing involving the pierced male was normal and he couldn't help but be dragged into Alex's pace and strange little world. Grinning, he suppressed a laugh and exited his chambers. Keeping a slow, steady pace he managed to make his way over to the village and within it the training grounds; he entered what was once the sawmill and began working with his Katana.
Pain spread through his body and his breath was heavy, but still he pushed himself through the basic sword motions, swinging and slaughtering imaginary foes that surrounded him. But time and time again he found himself off balance, tripping, the angles of his cuts of, swinging too wide with little control. All his time practising and working to become adapt with weapons suddenly seemed pointless, everything was off and he couldn't even complete the basic stuff. Releasing his right arm from the handle he swung his left arm with katana in hand out into his blind spot, unease filling him as both arm and blade left his field of vision. “Shit!” he threw the blade down and raised both hands to his head, pushing his fringe back and running one through his hair, knocking the healing wounds that scattered his face. Flinging his hands down he turned sharply, he legs flared with pain that he ignored, and growled at whomever had called his name and disturbed him. “What” he barked out harshly without really thinking or registering whom had spoken..
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Aeron Ganesa
The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
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ITOU ALAKI Closet mind is distorted instability.
Please release me before breaking.
So long... In humiliation
The final art is your dead face Word Count :: 389 Not my best post, sorry. Muse gone awol still <.< Or well, as usual to be more exact xD
Each breath was heavy, his chest raising and falling in fast succession, the air he breathed in cool to the point it seemed to pierce his lungs, muscles throbbed with pain in rebellion to the vigorous workout he'd put his still healing body through but he cared little; if anything he welcomed the pain, took pleasure in harming himself for he thought he deserved it and worse. Standing there he glared at the woman, his expression of pure anger and frustration that he could no longer bother to hide. Her words washed over him and he blinked a few times before breathing out loudly and consciously forcing his muscles to relax and easing himself into a less aggressive stance; it wasn't Aeron's fault he'd been injured, it was his own and so there was no point in taking it out on the woman despite how tempting the idea was. “Not you're fault. Sorry, shouldn't have reacted like that” he spoke quietly, unsure whether she would hear his words or not but not caring either way.
Blinking a few more times he clenched and unclenched his hands until he felt he had his temper well enough under control and then moved to where he'd thrown his katana. Gingerly he picked the blade up, lifting it to eye level so he could inspect it and confirm he hadn't damaged the blade in his little fit of anger; once satisfied the damage to the blade was minimal he eased it back into it's sheath and once more turned to face the female. When he looked upon her words wormed in his head; pack, family, protect, such things only added to his guilt to the way he had responded to her presence, not that he'd let on that he felt guilty about his actions; he was too prideful for that. Taking a steadying breath he smiled at the woman, although he was sure it didn't reach his eyes he hoped she'd ignore such a small thing, “Hey, atleast the bear came out worse then I did” he responded to her question, the smile turning into a mischievous grin as he answered her without truly answering her. “What brings you all the way out here, Meiwakuna on'na?” he resorted to japanese at the end, wondering if she would be able to understand his words.
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Aeron Ganesa
The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
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WC:: 253 Urgh, do not like this post at all, sorry it fails @_@
He grunted in response, the memory of the attack was at the front of his mind, his mistakes, his weakness, his foolishness; they all taunted him, poking at him, laughing at his inability to do little more than act as a rag doll for some bear and have to be saved by the pack he was sworn to protect. “Physically they may be okay but I question their mental capacity. Makes me wonder what the hell they were thinking making a game out of the situation. Pure stupidity” he spoke the words harshly, meaning every single one of them. It scared him a great deal that Miwa had played a key role in the situation and that despite his best efforts to tell her off he was sure the child hadn't learnt her lesson, would never learn her lesson, much like himself. Trouble seemed to already be following the young girl and he could only blame himself and his failure as her father.
At the mention of hotel he squashed all thoughts of the past and the worries regarding his misfit daughter and concentrated upon the present. “What happened to your arm?” he asked, stepping forward close to the woman so that he could examine it better, titling his head slightly so that his undamaged eye was aligned better with the wound. Although his sight wasn't too badly restricted it was still strange and unnatural to only be capable of seeing through his right eye, but with time he was sure he'd adjust.
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WC:: 337 More fail posts ~ Eat and talk me thinks?
A malicious grin touched his face at the others explanation of her injured arm, “Dead would be my preferred shape, but you better have maimed her at least in return. Can't have you going around giving us a weak name now could we?” he spoke the words, deadly serious and yet joking at the same time. Pausing he suddenly felt awkward, unsure what to say or do next and if he should be saying or do anything, for Aeron wasn't particularly a close friend of his and he wasn't obligated to spent time with her nor keep her company as friends were. Still, it seemed she had little else to do and he definitely had more then enough time to kill. Titling his head towards the doors of the room in a silent way to ask her to follow he headed towards the door, reaching out she pushed the wooden mass open and narrowed his eyes, staring up to the now grey sky.
It had been early morning when he's made his way down to the indoor training grounds, the sun only beginning to rise and the skies, at the time, had been clear. Now storm clouds hung over heard, depressing and ominous in nature. “Looks like it's going to rain” he spoke the thought out loud and stepped free from the shelter of the converted sawmill. As if to spite him a single drop fell and landed on his nose followed by a light down poor. Ignore the drops he progressed over to the barely standing building that acted as a store house for the village at the moment in time. There was no door but as he stepped into the ruin of a building he hit he left shoulder harshly on the frame, having misjudged the distance. Cursing under his breath he shrugged the sore arm and entered into the depths, moving straight over to where he'd left the two cooked rabbits wrapped up tightly that he'd brought with him that morning, courtesy of Alexander.
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WC:: 310 More fail posts ~
Judging from the sound it seemed as if the rain was only getting worse, it had been awhile since there'd been a heavy shower so it was a nice change in a way. Cautiously he eased himself up onto two boxes that were stacked upon each other, testing how stable and strong they were as he did so and desperately hoping they didn't give under his weight and make him look like a fool in front of the Oriax. Wriggling around it seemed as if the boxes weren't perfectly steady but weren't likely to fall over any time soon and would do for the moment. Reaching down he picked up the rabbits and placed them on the free space beside him, blue eyes turning towards Aeron as she spoke. "Sate anata wa mushiro nesshin'na gakuseidesu?” he responded in Japanese just to test the woman and irritate her if she didn't understand the words; petty, but he couldn't resist doing it.
“Enemy would be Teki” he responded in a bored manner, reciting the word of the top of his head. “Hows things going at the hotel? Last I heard it was still under construction or something along those lines” he asked, thinking over what the Oriax had said earlier. Picking up the wrapped bundle he unfolded the rabbits and held them forward in the direction of the woman, “Want one? Alex made them, crap cook he is but it's better then my attempts and definitely better then starving” he asked, elaborating more then he really needed to but he couldn't bring himself to care about sharing that little bit of information with the woman. Looking at the rabbits he had no idea what the pale Zepar had done to cook them, only that they smelled of some herb or another and that it was probably somewhat cooked and thankfully not burnt.
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