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May 28, 2015 20:16:09 GMT -5
Post by yin on May 28, 2015 20:16:09 GMT -5
squelch. squelch. squeeze.
blood oozes out. yin watches it flow, a manic grin spreading across her features. ooze. oh, ooze! it comes out slow, then when she squeezes, umph! it splurges, splatters on the wall and on her face. oops. she mouths the apology and licks the dripping blood from the base of her palm.
she haphazardly tears the organ in two. as much as she wishes to be neat, she knows by now they don't work that way. she puts one half in her mouth, and sucks like a baby. her free hand goes to explore the dead girl's face instead, her glassy eyes and knotty brown hair. she makes a face that resembles hers, and pulls the deflated organ out of her mouth, puts the other one in.
the gaping hole in the dead girl's chest stops bleeding, and yin, already on her knees, frowns and pokes at something else. ohh, this one's long. and bendy too.
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May 29, 2015 22:11:29 GMT -5
Post by ciaran callaghan on May 29, 2015 22:11:29 GMT -5
he hears it first, thinks that it sounds too much like what he hears outside of the wall. no, that's not possible-- mind racing, he stops, heart pounding. just around the corner...
ciaran rounds it with a cautious hand on his blade. the iron scent of blood is thick in his mouth, and perhaps if he were still eighteen and naive the cloying smell would choke him, leave him gagging in disgust. there is a woman-- no, a beast who pays no mind to him and instead toys with what he thinks is a long intestine. this is something out of a nightmare, a dismayed voice in his mind mutters.
there is the hiss of steel sliding out of its sheath. "desist, creature." |
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May 30, 2015 6:28:55 GMT -5
Post by yin on May 30, 2015 6:28:55 GMT -5
her head darts to face at the presence of the intruder; the intestine slips out of her hand. she's gripped with a sudden fear, or maybe it's the chill in the air; but either way, she literally braces herself, her whole body trembles. her nails dig into her arms, own skin, leaving stretches of dull red marks.
she yelps at the sound of his voice. her fingers scratch at her face. it marks the start of a flood; she cries and cries and cries, and in between, she chokes out apologies she can't fully comprehend.
ciaran callaghan
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May 30, 2015 18:18:12 GMT -5
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Post by ciaran callaghan on May 30, 2015 18:18:12 GMT -5
he's surprised, and it shows. ciaran expected a fight, something like the desperate struggles he's so used to. but...she cries. what is he supposed to do now? "um." usually when he's confronted with a crying woman, he does an awkward pat on the back and mutters something that sounds like an apology-- sorry, miss, he died bravely-- but this case is, ah, a little different.
he settles for lowering his sword a little-- cautiously, because he's not sure if this is meant to get him off guard. or maybe she's just crazy, because she's covered in a dead girl's blood and crying and apologizing, of all things. he's not a policeman by any means; there are no cuffs to put on her, no procedure he knows to follow.
well, shit. "back away from her." his voice is a little softer this time, more coaxing.
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May 30, 2015 19:22:53 GMT -5
Post by yin on May 30, 2015 19:22:53 GMT -5
she shuffles backwards a little too eagerly, almost toppling to one side. she presses her palms down before her, fingers spread far and wide. blood cakes underneath her nails, stains her skin. her deep breathing resembles quiet snarls of a feral beast, but her eyes are wide, red, and pleading. she; she, splutters on attempted words; coughs out a clot, which she pulls out with an odd elegance like dental floss. she sets it in front of her like a starting line.
"don't... l... leave... please..." her fingers scrunch to make fists; her entire body pulses to a disgusting, off, beat. she breathes heavily, strained, hiccuping, scratches at her throat, leaving more staunch, red, marks.
in between gasps, she opens her mouth wide to try and explain, but lack of solid reasoning crushes her brain into mush. brain matter and blood. blood. the explanation turns into a pathetic plea for the human to stay. (she wonders if she needs to feed; again.)
"don't be scared." she pleads weakly instead; staring intensely at the dead girl's bloody garments. she feels her stomach turning.
ciaran callaghan crap im gomen
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May 30, 2015 21:57:53 GMT -5
Post by ciaran callaghan on May 30, 2015 21:57:53 GMT -5
the saddest part is that this isn't the weirdest situation he's ever been in. ciaran coughs and rubs the back of his head. "er, alright?" what else is he even supposed to say? stop ripping apart young girls, please and thank you? i'll let you off the hook this time? naughty, naughty bloodsucker? his eyes trace the red smears she leaves across her neck before dropping down to look at-- is that a blood clot?
"oh, i'm not..." he sheathes the sword, at a loss for words. "i'm not scared." perhaps what he should be is concerned; this conversation seems a little too tame, considering that there's a torn up corpse between them and a roughly handled intestine piled on top of it. "do you...uh...do this often?"
he regrets saying it almost immediately. how much more awkward can he possibly make it? ciaran wonders if there's some protocol that says he's supposed to be cutting her down and denouncing her as an enemy of the state (there probably is).
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May 31, 2015 6:11:26 GMT -5
Post by yin on May 31, 2015 6:11:26 GMT -5
she shakes her head; no, no not all. still, it doesn't help with her stammering. she stares sadly at the bloody girl; by now, her flesh must be cold. yin feels frustration curling up inside, but no, no; she could make friends with this human. friends! she chuckles weakly at the thought.
"no... she... she screamed," she whispers it as if sharing a naughty secret. "...when she saw." yin nods. the panic sets in once again. "i didn't know what to do i swear i don't understand, i... i... can't help it..." she never spirals out, it's all tears, all fatigue. she starts sobbing again.
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Jun 1, 2015 20:38:25 GMT -5
Post by ciaran callaghan on Jun 1, 2015 20:38:25 GMT -5
"when she saw..." he trails off, lost in thought as his gaze remains trained on the dead girl. he feels pity-- pity for the dead girl, pity for the distraught strigoi who slaughtered her. "i don't think her family would be satisfied with that answer." ciaran says softly, probing, but not accusing.
"please don't cry." ciaran moves a little closer, careful to avoid the blood. the stench of iron and terror is nearly overwhelming, and the last thing he needs is her to start up the waterworks again. "what is your name?" the easy questions come first-- they put people at ease.
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Jun 8, 2015 16:38:41 GMT -5
Post by yin on Jun 8, 2015 16:38:41 GMT -5
she stares, half not understanding the question, half trying to fathom what his eyes would look split open with a nail. ultramarine blue, utterly, completely, baffling. her confusion spills into more stutters; she ducks, drags the cold body closer towards her.
but she catches a word of his, at least. she looks up in response.
"yin." she mouths it out, it comes in tremors, a bare whisper.
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Jun 11, 2015 12:52:36 GMT -5
Post by ciaran callaghan on Jun 11, 2015 12:52:36 GMT -5
"yin." her name is strange on his tongue, short and sharp as it is. oddly fitting. "ciaran. my name is ciaran." he makes a pointed gesture at himself. he pauses after that, studying her with pale eyes. after all, she is a creature from legends, fangs flashing white in the night-- like the vampires from those old, worn out tales told around the fire. but he finds no fear here; rather, it's a strange mix of curiosity and disdain, pity and sadness.
"where do you belong, yin?" he asks, and it comes out a great deal more philosophical than he ever intended, that question. he's a bundle of nerves ready to ignite, hand extended in some odd gesture of friendship.
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Strigoi
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Jun 13, 2015 3:41:14 GMT -5
Post by yin on Jun 13, 2015 3:41:14 GMT -5
'ciaran.' she mouths it. the name fits oddly in her mouth. she repeats it once more.
she lifts the corpse onto her knees. all of a sudden sense befalls like a ton of bricks. "do you know, what i am?" she asks him, but her eyes are still fixed on the dead girl's eyes. she needs to be disposed of. and so does he. never let us be known, us be known not, we cannot let the humans know.... she'd been told. with that, oddly serene eyes trail up to the human. she smiles, then, baring a sharp toothed grin.
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Jun 17, 2015 23:09:24 GMT -5
Post by ciaran callaghan on Jun 17, 2015 23:09:24 GMT -5
"i'm...not sure. no." he says, eyes darkening and hand dropping back to his side. he's seen the word once, just once in passing-- a word hastily scrawled into a report on a superior's desk, wandering eyes deprived as it was snatched and hidden inside a locked drawer. ciaran's never asked, never questioned. he knows the moment he opens his mouth the evidence will vanish into thin air, and so will he.
so he suspects, even if some things are better off unknown. he thinks he knows. how can he not? there are stories, whispers in the night-- even now, he thinks that he can spy the malevolent, pale gleam of her teeth-- but he can't tell her that.
but that question... the hair on the back of his neck prickles. ciaran wonders if she has lulled him into complacency-- tears to catch him off guard, apologies to soften him-- and the paranoia sets in. she doesn't mean him harm, does she? a creature to be pitied, not feared, his mind says, warring with the instinctual tension that curls through his body at her smile. but his eyes flicker to the dead girl and back.
"what are you, then?" he asks, throat dry.
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