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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Aug 3, 2010 11:04:45 GMT 1
Okay so life had not been so easy since her arrival not so long ago. Things where so out of the ordinary as it where on the grounds she sought out no real human to human contact save for perhaps Kimi, which he in himself was harmless as a fly. The only real public places Illyria ventured out was to occasionally eat at the dining hall or flitting across campus to the small makeshift dance studio her father had arranged for her. Nowhere in the contract she was committed to did it state she had to be friendly with her peers just simply coexisted until the guardianship the judge had placed over her was null and void…
Just another 325 days to go…
For hours Illyria had hidden herself away like every other night since her arrival tirelessly dancing her emotions away. This was just more than a hobby, something to pass the time away… this was her life… her passion… her reason for existing….
She wasn’t just some hopeful dumb little bunny grotesquely gyrating her body around to get someone’s attention.. dance… and more than anything else ballet.. gave her the reason to live. All Illyria had to do was slip on her slippers and it somehow magically transformed her into different person entirely. With the sound of the music softly echoing across the studio she watched her own movement through the floor length mirrors, hand coming up to fling the sweat from her brow but again she would find herself at a loss.. feet stuck like glue against the wooden floor. Illyria just couldn’t get the steps right all those months wasted away in protective custody had made her body go soft and forget how to move.
For the first time in forever she could feel the searing hot tears begin to streak across her face, sniffling back her emotions no longer did any good. For the longest time she gazed at her own reflection before Illyria could no longer fight the inner turmoil that seems to weigh her down. Like most ballet dancers she starved herself in order to retain the perfect body imagine while so many countless hours of dance left them exhausted beyond all repair. Just like before Illyria could not find herself immune to such things catching up. Wrapping her arms about herself Illyria felt her knees buckling as the instant feeling of being hit by a semi truck came crashing down over her. She’d successfully been fighting it all day and with the new onset of her cascading tears staining her once perfect face she found herself unable to handle the emotional state she’d been off putting for so long.
Once second she’d been gracefully gliding across the floor… the next watching herself have a mini nervous breakdown in the mirrors reflection and now… all she felt was the inky blackness overcoming her. Feeling herself falling was the last thing Illyria could grasp before she collapsed into a pile of heaving sweat flesh on the shiny hardwood floor, everything going black… the only sensation she could feel was the room spinning into unknown chaos around her while the steady thumping of her heart flooded hear ears.
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Post by FABIAN GENESIS ADOLFO on Aug 7, 2010 16:43:50 GMT 1
Doing his usual rounds, Fabian was drifting into the ever dangerous situation of getting bored with his jobs routine. Nothing exciting ever happened, just once he wanted to test the skills he came here with and tackle a crazed student to the floor. Water could be a powerful weapon in the right hands (whether that includes his own is up for debate), but it didn’t take much to drown you, make you soaked or drag you under and away. Lately all he seemed to be doing was party tricks, making drops of water hover like in space or holding a glass over someone head for nothing to fall out. It was all so mundane, repetitive. Sure he had the odd ‘scary’ moment but mostly events were snuffed out before they had the chance to explode which was probably a good thing really.
Hearing music was something new though. There was certainly music coming from somewhere, he couldn’t just be hearing things as the sound got loader the closer he came to it. Generally voices you get in your head don’t have a beat to them, he didn’t think they did, at least it wasn’t something he read as possible effect of schizophrenia anyway. He thought he should check on the reason for the noise just in case a student had broken into the sound equipment store, there was a lot of expensive stuff in there that any sane student would try and sell given the opportunity. Walking past the store cupboards though he saw they were all perfectly bolted shut as you would expect. The sound was coming from down here somewhere and moving on Fabian stood outside one of the unused gym halls that was down the same corridor. Looking inside he saw nobody but the music was definitely coming from inside so he moved inside. Only then did he see the shaking figure of a young woman on the floor and his first thought was that she was having a epileptic seizure of sorts. What was he trained to do in this situation? He was no doctor, all his solutions were heavy handed and the ‘care’ and ‘nursing’ was left to the women a majority of time in this place. Just staring, as he seemed to be doing now however would not at all be helpful so stopping watching he switched to what he could do to help.
Getting closer he saw she seemed to be crying which made him think this was more of a panic attack rather then medical problem. “Hey. Its ok.Im here.” He said kneeling down and placing a hand to her back but who was he kidding, what did he know to do? Shit all really. He was pretty sure the girl could still hear and take instruction though even if she was in no state to repy. So he did what he thought was best and was good at, ramble on and hope for the best. “I need you to try and relax. Take slow breaths.” He said trying to seem calm himself when his heavy Londoner accent and dress sense giving him the sound and appearance like that of a hitman.
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Aug 8, 2010 7:47:23 GMT 1
Only in the preceding moments of Fabians arrival Illyria had been right in the middle of massive manic meltdown but by the time he would have arrived near her only then would he have been able to tell that this young unknown female was in all actuality crumbled up on the floor unconscious. Perhaps it was the Succubus portion of her person who left such a highly massed cloud of those negative emotions hanging like a heavy fog throughout the room. By the time Fabian would reach down to place his hand on Illyria’s back it would all to quickly come to him as those words drifted out of his mouth that everything wasn’t A OK here in the land of Oz. For the amount of sweat beading off of Illyria skin her flesh was alarmingly cold to the touch for a human, her breathing far too shallow. Out of curiosity any normal person finding someone unresponsive would reach out and turn them over and so would Fabian only to find whoever this “student” was so no longer awake… blinking or even comprehending that someone else was right beside of them.
In her right mind Illyria would have more than likely ended up slapping Fabian for even considering touching her and stormed off, much like she had done with Zack. But the only thing that would greet Fabian was Illyria’s eyes rolling back up into her head, body limp and lifeless… unmoving. Perhaps it was stress from everything that had been going on in her life but the culprit was likely to be extremely low blood sugar paired with the fact that Illyria never truly ate more than 600 calories every other day. Today’s media tended to have a negative effect on the way people looked at themselves and not to mention paired with her time at Julliard dancing along side with the world’s most elite dancers made eating disorders just another tool to achieve success.
Either way Fabian now seemed to have more than just some mini teenaged meltdown on his hands…
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Post by FABIAN GENESIS ADOLFO on Aug 8, 2010 16:00:05 GMT 1
Fabian had some basic first aid training but he was hoping he never have to really put it into practice. He wasn’t especially keen on the whole ‘kiss of life’ idea but with every second it was looking like this girl was falling deeper into a coma that she wasn’t going to wake up from. Having looked her over it was clear she was smaller girl, not particularly skinny but he guessed she had been dancing with the way the room was set up and the music. Overdone it, pushed to far maybe... She was sweating buckets which would just dehydrate her tired body more. Shifting the girl to her side it was easy to move her frame into the recovery position, though if it was the best thing to do Fabian had no idea. He wanted to get some fluids into her but in this state she would just choke, wasn’t like he could leave her either. Then what was he thinking? He didn’t have to leave her and could just use the gifts God gave him. Touching her forehead he drew the sweat from it, sweat was just water really before standing quickly and opening a window in the room. He had more chance of drawing water from outside then from anywhere in here. Sure enough small droplets of cool water started appearing on his and which he placed to Illyria again.
“Come on hunny... You dying is going to be a hell of a lot of paper work for me.” He said hoping just his voice was going to keep her on some level of consciousness. She really needed somebody who knew what they were doing or had a idea of her past and could say just what was going on with her. “Keep awake.” He added moving his hand and rubbing the two together and pulling more water from the air again, not that it really seemed to be bringing her temperature down. “You got a name?” he asked, more to himself then her as he looked up and around to see if she had any bag with her that could give him some clue to who she was.
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Aug 9, 2010 7:33:34 GMT 1
The sensation of cold water being sprinkled down onto her flesh was just enough to begin the process of resurfacing from the inky blackness that sent her collapsing onto the floor, only being able to really hear at this point. Illyria’s eyes starting naturally blinking in an attempt to clear her vision, a sickly groan escaping her parted lips. She had felt exhausted before but now as she started to come around she truly began to feel like a huge pile of crap.
“Son of a b..”
She muttered curling up into a loose fetal position under Fabian, a think trickle of blood starting to flow from her nose. Sniffing lightly she tried to whisk away the pain of her nosebleed but it didn’t really work. Illyria’s eyes opened slowly as a hand lifted to her face to swipe away the blood forming above her lip. Lifting up her hand she gazed out at the bright crimson blood in disbelief for a second as she attempted to register what this red substance was, smearing it between her fingers. Still almost totally unaware of Fabian she said nothing to the man as she let out another groan, feeling a sickly nauseous hit her stomach. Sucking in a deep breath she totally felt like she was about ready to hurl all over the floor, her stomach growling in protest. Well if this wasn’t a freaking hot mess if she’d ever seen one.. Mata would be absolutely furious if she ever caught wind of this little mishap.
Confused and disorientated she attempt to shove off of the floor, feeling shaky and utterly like dog crap. It wasn’t until Fabian’s movement and his mutteled words would key her into his existence. Catching her off guard Illyria nearly jumped right out of her skin as she scooted sideways, attempting to put at least a few feet between them both. Even if she was beginning to become suspicious that she had indeed blacked out in the middle of the makeshift dance studio it wasn’t like she was going to openly admit it any time soon, her pride wouldn’t allow such things. Waving her blood soaked had at him Illyria chocked out a few words before the room started to spin again.
“Sorry I’ll be out of your hair in just a few moments, I was told this section of the academy was basically unused and sectioned off for me to use.”
Lifting up her untainted hand she started to feel a massive migrane coming on no doubt caused by her head smacking against the floor.
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Post by FABIAN GENESIS ADOLFO on Aug 9, 2010 13:56:15 GMT 1
Sighing with relief as the girl seemed to be coming round Fabian got ready to stop her sitting up to fast, she shouldn’t really move to much. God knows what or how she came to be on the floor or how hard she came down. At least she seemed coherent and Fabian chuckled hearing her first comment, swearing was always a good sign, showed she hadn’t knocked and connections loose. Though by looking to her now it seemed she had damaged something with the amount of blood pouring from her nose. At this point Fabian wasn’t convinced she really knew what was going on other then she hurt, he didn’t want to let his grip of her go until he knew she wasn’t going to topple over. “Hey,hey.. calm down. You had a pretty nasty fall.” He said catching her eyes when she did focus up to him. Maybe not the best idea as she acted like she was being attacked.
Holding back he just let her move, her being scared wasn’t going to make it easier to help. “Sweetie, i don’t think you are in a state to go anywhere.” He said with a faint smile, even if she felt well her bleeding nose was a sign all was not well inside her. She must have hit her head fairly hard going down so he wasn’t going to just let he skip off like nothing happened. He wanted to get her to the medical wing or at least get someone from there to come to her, but he wasn’t sure if he left that she would remain. “Look at your hands, you think its a good idea to go out like that? You nose is really bleeding, pinch it and tilt your head back.” he siad knowing he sounded somewhat patronising but she couldn’t really expect him to allow her to go. “If you don’t want me to help you, thats fine but let me take you to the one of the medics.” He asked shifting closer again to close the distance between them.
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Aug 10, 2010 16:54:33 GMT 1
At the mention of medics Illyria let out a low groan, fingers moving up to pinch her nose as she tilted her head back. Rolling up onto her knees she half crawled half scooted her way over to her bag and belongings, making sure not to drip blood anywhere… once again putting as much space between her and Fabian as possible. Moving around did nothing but make the room spin more, her vision going slightly fuzzy. A hand dipped inside her bag as she rummaged around for something for her nose, producing a tampon and a pair of scissors she used to cut her toe wrappings. Stupid enough as it seemed Illyria cut the tampon in half and just shoved the pieces up her nose, the technique she’d been taught long ago. Working quickly through the fresh haze passing out cold had provided her she attempted to quickly clean up the blood off her face and hands before she began shoving the rest of her crap back into her bag. Like any true socialite Illyria went about this like any other thing she didn’t want the rest of her peers finding out about.
DENY!! DENY!! DENY!!
She wasn’t about to let Fabian take her to the infirmary and have them alert Mata or even worse her Mother and Father of what had happened.
“I know I should have been more careful on this new waxed floor… its nothing.. I just lost my footing and slipped is all.. nothing more.. no reason to make a big fuss about it.”
The more Fabian insisted on making light of this little transgression the more Illyria just attempted to sweep it under the rug. The quicker she moved the more she began breaking out into a cold sweat again, flinging the beading sweat off of face and away from her eyes. Again the room started to spin again like she was riding the tilt-o-world at some fair causing the sound of her beating heart to flood her ears. If she didn’t get back to her room quickly enough it wouldn’t be long before she’d get sick again
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Post by FABIAN GENESIS ADOLFO on Aug 11, 2010 15:25:11 GMT 1
Standing up and back Fabian just watched the stubborn woman wondering how much authority he could use to get her out this room and seeing someone. He didn’t want to be to heavy handed as it was clear she was right on edge just being in the same room as him so getting close enough to take her there and he was risking all hell erupting. If she wanted to keep this event quiet then surely sticking, whatever it was up her nose wasn’t the best idea, nor is smearing blood when she obviously needed a shower to get properly clean.
“Uh-hu..” Fabian mused unimpressed with her reasoning and kicked a foot out at the floor, she have to be pretty clumsy to slip over as it didn’t look newly polished. “Look, just come to the medic. Thats all I ask, you can get clean up proper and not have to stick tampons up ya nose. It wont go further then that but if you leave it and something happens then it might. Its better if you give yourself in” he explained making it sound somewhat like she was a criminal who should turn herself in. Illyria looked pale enough that if she did as she wished she wasn’t going to make it out the door without fainting or losing her lunch, if she ever ate lunch that is.
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Aug 12, 2010 18:46:03 GMT 1
Alright she was tired of everyone telling her what to do.. from her parents to her siblings.. to Mata.. now even this dude.. like what was he security or something? To her he was the lowest possible person on the totem pole and she didn’t need the staff added into the persons she had to report too. So to her he became enemy number one, the only person standing between Illyria getting the hell out of this room and keeping this entire event under the radar. It was like this place would keep this little problem under wraps and not go and blab to the rentals. The last thing she needed right now was to disappoint her father anymore and give her mother yet another thing to nag and nitpick at. Glancing up at Fabian she rolled her eyes, letting out huff of hot air.
“Look just let it rest alright? I’ve got this handled I’ll go down there myself.”
Of course she wasn’t stupid and only said that to get him off of her back. Illyria had no intention of going down the infirmary what-so-ever, she was only telling Fabian what he wanted to hear.
Cramming the rest of her gear into her bag she set about the task of cutting the tape off her toes, wadding the sticky material up into a ball. By now enough time had passed for her nose to stop bleeding, free hand snatching up the blood splattered towel as she turned slightly, her back to Fabian. Tugging the blood soaked cotton out of her nose she plopped it down into the towel along with her used tape, scrunching it up into a ball before shoving the towel into the side pocket of her bag. She was smarted enough to never leave any psychically evidence behind that could be used against her. If she thought she felt bad before she was sadly mistaken as Illyria pulled her bag over her shoulder and moved up into a standing position, eyes closing as she fought off sickly feeling that the world was rapidly spinning around her. The sounds of blood pumping through her veins defended her suddenly as she stood there for a moment, cold sweat starting to drip off her body. Illyria had every intention of bolting from the room and just leaving Fabian behind her.. even if she had to use magic against him
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Post by FABIAN GENESIS ADOLFO on Aug 13, 2010 18:27:03 GMT 1
This girl must think he was born yesterday if she thought he was going to swallow that little placebo. He didn’t really like being lied to, even if this lie was so blatantly transparent she was hardly keeping the truth from him. “Im sure you will...” Fabian said with a faint smirk. “You know, its my job to tell you, cant force you to do nothing.” Fabian said with a shrug, perhaps giving in a bit to easy when he should frogmarch the stubborn woman out the door and take her to the medics himself. But who was he to force anything on her? She probably got enough orders from people as it was and being nothing but a teacher/part time go-around-and-make-sure–no-student-is-torching-the-building guard.
He hadn’t even asked the girl her name, for one he didn’t care, second without a name he couldn’t very well report her. He just stood watching her pack stuff away almost statue like only stepping back the minimal amount to allow her enough room to go round him and out the door when she wanted. Though he half wanted to follow her just to see how far she got before the blood loss kicked in and she fainted again, she seemed the type though that if she knew she was being tracked she march on regardless and fight through it, ending up doing more damage then if she just rested. You have to admire that stubbornness somewhat to get through things.
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Aug 14, 2010 8:01:00 GMT 1
Oh but perhaps Fabian should care because things were going to ugly around here… and with Illyria at the helm it was possible for this little demure female in a single blink of an eye to rock this academy right down to its foundation. She was never one much on obeying the rules or even taking others advice.. hell she’d operated mainly on her own for so many years now being stuck in this place was nothing more than a large pain in her ass.
If Fabian where to push little Miss know it all or fuck off a little too much it was likely she’d been reality itself just to get away from him. Instead of looking just a little green around the edges like before Illyria had started to take on a sickly grey hue to her skin after she tossed her bag over her shoulder, a suddenly sizzling boom spreading across her brain that caused Illyria to noticeable pause before tilting. Keeping her head down she was more than prepared juggernaut right through Fabian and out of this room to some further unknown destination. Perhaps one of the stupidest moves of the century crossed her mind for a split second she thought she could remedy this entire situation by “Blinking” her way right across campus to her private rooms. It seemed like the most perfect idea ever because she could just simply poof and Fabian would be no more. Like Kimi had witnessed before Illyria concentrated what little power she had left has her handy dandy bracelet sparked suddenly, closing her eyes briefly, a few chosen words flowing past her parted lips. Now if she’d been in perfect health right about this point she would have just “POOFED” into thin air but in her current state Fabian could clear see the cornered female move almost to quickly for the naked eye to see as she zipped right past him in a blur of movement and color. Under duress Illyria only made it out into the hallway a little further down from the present room before she fizzled back into reality. Unable to concentrate clearly she whirled into being as she slammed into some unused furniture causing it to bang loudly against the wall. Again she pushed herself harder to “Blink” only to find herself fizzling back somewhere on the stair well. With each additional push she only fizzled harder causing more stress and strain on her already sickened body .
Once again she would find herself in the same building only one floor under from her position of few moments ago. Like a light bulb going out her body started blinking rapidly shifting her between place and time causing her to feel so ill she could only hope to pass out again. But this time unlike before she’d seriously pushed herself to far as she reached out to the wall in front of her, attempting to steady herself. But everything seemed like putty and melted under her fingertips as the world around her swayed and spun like she was on some twisted carnival ride. Sweating profusely by now Illyria crumbled as she collapsed, her body smacking against the tile floor with a sickening thud that rang throughout the deserted hallway. She’d been lucky before that Fabian just so happened to cross her path but now she might not be so lucky… at cataclysmic event that would end with one of the Latsis family member perhaps tarnishing its prestigious aura that surrounded with wealthy elites… after all the press and yet to catch wind of Illyria being presently admitted into a facility for the insane
Because after all she was only the daughter of Spiros Latsis.. who's families net worth was more than 7 billion dollars... that's right billion with a capital B placing the Latsis family at one of the 50 wealthiest families in the world.
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Post by LAURI TOIVONEN on Aug 14, 2010 20:48:29 GMT 1
Lauri was still wanting to find someone to read him his book, he had borrowed it from the library days ago but hadn’t managed to get very far, not that he would ever be likely to remember even if he was the author of the thing. Memory loss came with the territory when you were split down the middle, not part of one species and not part of the other. Perhaps if his traits had been more compatible then he would exists better, as it was he was both alive and undead, in itself enough to make anyone a little confused. Lauri, though was born a few sandwiches short of a picnic and was never going to grow to be the intellectual type, he was doing pretty well until his demon side really kicked in. Stress does that though, brings out sides you never knew you had not always for the better. The on, off switch was somewhat stuck now... maybe that was just hormones? Any case Lauri was much more predatory now then he used to be. He always wanted something but thankfully his fey blood and consequence naivety stopped the real connection between women and sex equalled the ability to make demon babies. That was after all what the Incubus was meant for, to continue the species.
Being that it wasn’t night Lauri was not totally away with the fairies, getting there certainly as he wondered absentmindedly down the corridors gazing at the ceiling rather then ahead. It was his preferred method of getting around, few ever looked up so if he moved up there then he was less likely to bump into people, or people to bump into him. People here were very clumsy, walking into him, throwing his books to the floor and things.
Looking back ahead he sniffed the air, tongue flicking out as it was oddly familiar. It tasted how he smelled, just more scented. How odd... Quirking his head to the side as his eyes fell on the crumpled figure of a young women, blinked, side stepped around her and sat down cross legged on the floor in front of her. “I like the floor to.” he stated simply with a faint smile, shifting his position slightly. Only then seeing she seemed to be bleeding, the smell of blood stains and sweat was fairly strong now he recognised it and he couldn’t help but feel attracted. “You smell.” He added, unhelpfully and continued to watch her like a tv not in the slightest thinking he should help. Then this was Lauri, few hours ago and he would have tried to aid her but not now, didn’t even begin to cross his mind. “Why are you on the floor? I get bored... Can you read this?” he said almost in one long sting as he shoved a book to her nose, thinking somewhat that she find it hard to read to him with all the blood staining her hands and he didn’t want the libary staff to get mad at him for dirtying there book.
Pulling her hand away he lick it. not having any water, spit would do just as well...
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Aug 16, 2010 5:37:09 GMT 1
When this totally weird new comer so happened to cross Illyria’s path it should have been a Godsend but this was Lauri were talking about… no good could come of this situation she’d gotten herself into now. The entire time he fumbled around her… speaking.. touching.. attempting to hand her the book did no good honestly in bringing her around. Perhaps in a normal state Illyria would have taken the book, even if just a little more than weirded out by Lauri and honestly would have read it to him.. but not now..
It has been in her best interest to follow Fabians suggestion if her pride and ego didn’t take such a hit in simply being sent here in the first place.. but that was really neither here nor there at this current time. Still Illyria didn’t flinch a single solitary muscle.. even down to an eyelash when he licked her hand.. again weird. Even though Lauri in his own little way was being sweet it didn’t much matter. No poking or prodding from him seemd to rouse the unknown woman.
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Post by LAURI TOIVONEN on Aug 16, 2010 13:29:50 GMT 1
Lauri didn’t like being ignored, it was rude for one thing...apparently. This girl didn’t seem to be doing anything, not even saying thank you when he licked her hand clean. Maybe she was sleeping, Lauri slept on the floor a few times, just to see what it was like. It wasn’t very comfy, beds were better or the ceiling hanging upside down was fun to. Still not really getting what was going on he lightly shoved the book further under her nose and sat back, waiting, nothing else and staring at her. If she was sleeping then she probably wake up soon as you were only supposed to sleep at night unless you took a nap, and that wasn’t as long as sleeping at night. Few hours maybe, Lauri could wait that long easy, like a statue. He did sit unblinking for a while before boredom set in, he probably could last a long time if he didn’t get bored so easy. “You going to wake up yet?” he asked giving Illyria a poke in the side and moving round, getting right into her personal space so it was probably a good thing Illyria was out her head currently. Glancing down over her he picked up her arm again before letting it go and thud to the floor, how was he going to wake her up?
Hmm.. That was different. Lauri glanced that sparkly bracelet on her wrist, he never seen anything like that before and like anything else new to a child it went straight to the mouth. Pulling it off he gave it a bite but it didn’t taste particularly good so he just shoved it into his pocket. He give it back of course later, he was just borrowing it for now. She didn’t need it if she was just sleeping now, wouldn’t miss it anyway. “Do you want to go to bed?” he asked giving her another shove, harder this time so it rolled her over move and showed more blood on her face. Even Lauri couldn’t lick all that clean, she needed a shower or something. Or to go to the hospital, hurt people get sent there when they are hurt. “I can take you..” he mumbled bundling Illyria up and into his arms, who knew, after she might feel better and read to him.
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Post by ILLYRIA LATSIS on Aug 17, 2010 19:11:11 GMT 1
As for Illyria she was mentally in a place Lauri could not reach, totally detached from the psychical realm as it may be. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault but her own honestly. She didn’t flinch, twitch or even bat an eyelash to his incisive probing and poking. She was currently nothing more but a limp ball of flesh with a faint beating heartbeat. When he removed her bracelet it still didn’t faze her one single bit but it would however send a rippling effect that would quickly trickle down to her coven members. It was highly unusually indeed for her to be without such an intricate piece of her person, the object being far more special than normal people could understand.
Even though Illyria was a slender female in her current unconscious state she was extremely more heavy than she would have normally been like dead weight always was. Lauri would only be able to move a few steps from their current position when that little trickling effect would come with a heavy backlash. Female voices filled with concern would soon surround them with their eerie sub tone, sounding far more like an EVP recording of paranormal voices from beyond
“Turtle?”
Three separate voices rang out from beyond, fading in and out suddenly
“Turtle? Turtle? Where are you, I can sense you? Turtle?”
The voices faded in and out, sounding more concerned and alarmed with each passing second. In the glass of doors and reflective surfaces strange faces began to appear, seeming foggy and clouded.. transparent.
“Turtle answer me?!? What’s going on has something happened?”
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