Icon of Coil: marionettes [kaj'sha-gaby-taryn]

September 16, 2002

marionettes [kaj'sha-gaby-taryn]

[wyrmpit | asher's quarters | atlantic city]

there's been no movement since the lilting words echoed in the tunnels, asleep or awake, it matters not (breaths even surge of waves beneath bare skin) a whirlwind of silent thought crashing tidal break in the Moon Dancer's mind

what it is he thinks
what is it he remembers

what is it that claims this unnatural silence and holds the curled Galliard in its grasp

This place...
...is like a ghosthouse these days.

These are the thoughts that cross the Philodox's mind as he treads the twisting corridors beneath the lab. Here a door opens into the unholy reeking mess of Sickboy's room; there, another opens into the sparse, spartan furnishings of Sian's. Across the chamber, Kaj'sha pristine room, nothing but white, nothing but nothing.

Empty.

"Hshh'Chs is gone to wreak her blind violence." This voice from his door. "Tam'aul is gone to infect and infest. Ayydis is silent in her room; Kyrsha'wai'gas I have not seen for so long I hardly remember her face.

"And you, too, are silent. No music; no sound. What am I to make of this?"

something jolts (panic) the Galliard from his thoughts, the voice (recognized) pulling him to surface from whatever depths he drowned, lean body twisting to sit (sheets pooling round bare waist above jeans) and focus waking attention the dark voice from the darker door

silence the admission he does not know
silence the beg to find a way to fix

(gaby)
She isnt far, not at all, actually wandering the halls
She had been frequenting the lab as of late, still lost in her own world, but learning much..
between Asher and Christian, she had really actually had some knowledge put away...

the tight tank top clings to her body, the baggy jeans lay on her hips and converse high tops laced up, although now looking more raggedy then normal.

She walks, twisting her hair in between her fingers...feet sliding along the floor, making a scuffleing sound...
in her own world
perhaps other things on her mind for a change, not related to this place
But she had rid herself of that Vos guy climbing up her ass on every occasion...

What do I do to ignore what's behind me?
Do I follow my fate to escape blindly?
Do I hide my pride away from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?

'Cause I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I'm lost within
I put on my daily façade but then,
I just end up getting hurt again

She had been learning, but it as Taryn sheneeded time alone with one of these days, then she would know more in a fe wminutes then she had learned this whole time
real lessons from someone closer to who she was

Footsteps come into the room, expensive Italian shoes clicking on the floor, stopping beside the Galliard. The golden youth wears a suit in off-white, a charcoal gray shirt, a silver tie, and over his slender arm drapes a light gray overcoat.

Standing beside his Beta, he looks down at the other for a long, long time. Then, softly commanding, "Rise, Grra'ack.

"If you are still your Father's son, rise.
"If you are still your Alpha's second, rise.
"If you are still the Goddess's bastard, rise.

"...she demands her sacrifice soon, and I will not disappoint her."

(taryn)
She is silent in her room - mostly, but she is buried in the books that she borrowed from the library. Asher was pleased...which means she must do better.
She isnot hiding, of course, because her door is still broken and won't remain closed, so Karnala's child is in perfect view from the hall, sprawled on her bed on her belly, clicking the cherry tootsie-pop between her teeth in between (indecent) suckle as she reads. Springs of the bed creak every now and again as she bounces, or reaches for something to mark another page, or for her pen to take note, or simply bounces for bouncing sake. Simply filling time.

(gaby)
She heads towards where she had heard the loud pumping music
the music that took her and moved through her
But she stops and looks around..

Stopping on her course...she changes directions and heads towards Taryns room..
Quietly moving...

no need to knock...no door..
she stands in the doorway...

(asher)
there is a soft sound deep in his chest (a lover's greeting far more intimate than a touch could even fathom) but the coiled serpant rises easily (so very willingly) to his feet, thick tank boot soles' muffled thump sharp contrast to the clarity of Italian leather, half-unbuttoned jeans that cling to hips so severe compared to the crisp fashion

not a word passes his tongue
not a word needs to
there is no question the dedication

everything spoken by the burn twisting in mismatched eyes

(taryn)
She continues to click the candy against her teeth in time with the rhythm of words that jumps off the page to swim about her mind and tease temptation from the depths..
From inspiration breeds desire.
She is Karnala's child.

Softly, her voice carries to the door though she doesn't look around. The falter of steps having been noticed and listened too though the bulk of her attention remained elsewhere.
"Common in Gaby.."

(gaby)
She enters...not trying to disrupt whatever Taryn was doing...
moving in view of the girl she finds a spot and sits
Indian style on the floor...
She twists at thedark ringlets, and glances around the room a bit..then to the broken door
taryn had has it much worse then she did not sure why but it was thr truth...

"Am i inturrupting ya?"

Watching the Galliard rise, something like approval, pleasure...relief? crosses the fallen one's features. Abstract as heaven is he, and just as beautiful. When Asher stands, he tops Kaj'sha by a good two inches, perhaps more. The Alpha is neither tall nor physically strong; his power lies in a word, a glance, a command.

And in his pack. He could never lose his pack.

"Good," he murmurs. "Good." Then, raising his voice to a call that can be heard in every room of the pit (...Hive...), "Dancers! Come!"

Today, children, class will be held outside. As wolves brought their cubs along in a hunt, so too will he bring the new ones. While he waits for the young ones to show, his eyes remain on Asher's, black as night.

"There is no better teacher," he says, "than experience. Tonight we watch, and act only if necessary."

(taryn)
She has.... and in the end it makes her stronger. Slowly, she accepts all that has been done, and will be done to pull her to the Spiral's Heart, to make her a worthy servant of the father. (Vivid) Gaze lifts to capture gaby's, direct, and intense, her smile warm (seductive in its innocence)
"of course not. Just reading poetry."
Then her gaze lifts farther to the door as Kaj'sha(savior)'s call rings forth and she winks, and stands instantly, and moves toward the door.
"come, Gaby - we will talk after, I promise - but we dare not keep them waiting"
Indeed.... she is learning.

(gaby)
So much for the pow wow
she hears the bellow from the other room and glances at the girl..
"i think we're being beckoned" she chuckles a bit, nervously..
still not comfortable havingn o one, Christian wasnt one of the pack, so she had ben spendingn o time with him, and all her time in the lab
As Asher requested.
She nods and gets up...following the girl
who luckilly had someone who even if the methods were not ones she would understand, had taken much time to teach the girl

How she wished she had someone who took her under their wing to really spend the time to teach her, but she is still learning, Asher helps, Christian helps..

She follows closely behind Taryn

(asher)

if only Kaj'sha could truly see the smile that forms on the madman's face (the power of a fanatic follower) or the anticipatory flick of invisable tail, perhaps, then, the crackle of canines stretching beneath the barrier of gums the only indication the sudden excitement (indulgence) that surges just within the Galliard's skin

Perhaps it is enough, the small indications of Asher's pleasure. The sight of teeth parting slightly; the scent of anticipation suddenly in the air. Either way, the fallen Fang slides his overcoat on, doing up two or three buttons.

As the girls appear, Kaj'sha turns. His face is composed, free of emotion and indication of what he has planned. He could be ready to induct them into the pack. He could be ready to order them to take their own lives with a silver blade.

Abruptly, he clasps his hands behind his back and walks past them. Follow, says his body language, and they would not be Garou at all if they missed this. "The Triatic Wyrms," he says crisply as he leads them out of the pit toward the company garage, "and the Urges. Name them for me, if you will."

(gaby)
She looks at Taryn, wondering who that was addressed to, she knew them, barely, thank God Asher taught them to her last night, but perhaps that question wasnt addressed to her, so she waits further instructions

(taryn)
Miss it? Surely you must be kidding. Tongue wraps around sticky treat as she turns instantly to follow, and nods.
A glance at Gaby - and She takes the lead - her voice a singsong chant that seems to match her steps that take on lyrical qualities...
"Triatic Wyrms: Beast of War, the Calamity Wyrm; Eater of Souls, the Consuming Wyrm; and the Defiler Wyrm. And the Urges would be.."
Again, the singsong I've memoriezed these in ways that sing deep within the (derangement) soul of the infant dancer
"Foebok, Urge of Fear, Vorus, Urge of Greed, Mahsstrac, Urge of Power, mmmmmmmmmmm Karnala, Urge of Desire - my personal favorite"
a pause, a grin. and she continues.
Abhorra, Urge of Hatred, Angu, Urge of Cruelty, Ba'ashkai, Urge of Violence, Khaaloobh, Urge of Consumption, Pseulak, Urge of Lies, Sykora, Urge of Paranoia, Gree, Urge of Despair, Lethargg, Urge of Apathy"
FIIIIIIIIIIIIVE golden RINGS.... four.. ahem. She falls silent, but still hums softly under her breath.

(asher)
the pristine Philodox
the brutal Galliard

and still that (terrifying) silence
save the sound of his tread, moving even before the subtle change in body language, as if he already knows where they are going

as if he already knows why

Kaj'sha half-turns, just enough for Taryn to catch the grin sketched over his lips: the upper so thin, so sculpted; the lower full as only a sinner-angel's could be. "Very good, Ayydis. Kyrsha'wai'gas, you would do well to work on your memorization. It's been weeks; this is an elementary exercise, but an important one, a first step to the rest. Fail this and you will not live long, I promise you this.

"Now then. Remember well the Urges. Tonight we hunt. The prey is simple, merely a mortal, but the task is not. The rules are as follows:

"First, the prey must not die. He is for the Goddess to enjoy, and she prefers them alive.

"Second, exercise your Urges, every one. Be creative; use them, obey them and command them; make them your own. Asher and I will guide, but we will not perform the task for you unless you have failed miserably.

"Third, should you fail miserably, the prey will die, and penalties will be exacted upon you.

"Clear?"

All the while, they move toward the garage full of cars, some flashy, some ordinary, some so utterly mundane that no one would notice them. It is to one of these last that he leads them.

(gaby)
She blinks and sighs, softly
No she hadnt been taught right, neglected even if not on purpose, thats what happens when the one who was supposed to train and teach you of your new life is killed off
but malcolm was weak and an idiot
She was strong, and could pass off what she needed to in an emergency,
works well under pressure

She listens and makes mental notes...thats something she should remember from this point forward and should be able to recite at will...like the litany, which she has done before and knew back and front...she had learned what not knowing it did to her, and so she learned those rules and laws quite quickly//
a task..use the other urges...fuck she wasnt going to make it, not this way...she didnt know ANYTHING about using other urges, nothing but the one that controlled her...

She nods at Kaj, she would never not be able to recite what she had just heard, it was branded in her head now...

(taryn)
Brows lift, slightly - but her smile is bright (innocent curruption) as she looks toward the slightest of grins from Kaj'sha (archangel) that spills the sun upon starved skin. The 12 days of christmas song does have its use after all. Who knew? She listens to the rules - all of them. Yikes. But she nods, she will not fail (she cannot fail) for she knows the pain of even the risk of the Beta's displeasure - let alone the Alpha's. Silent, again, she follows.

Silence? Such obedient little cubs. Kaj'sha did like a brain in his packmates, though, so he would have to watch for that.

"Come on, then. Ayydis, you drive. Kyrsha, you pick the prey. Asher, you're with me, in the back."

Teamwork. He was grooming them to work as a pack.

(asher)
there is little indication of communication from the young Dancer - unless one looks (this is how the Pack thrives and works) the handle pulled and half-clothed Galliard slips into the driver's seat, key twisted to haul the engine from it's slumber

uneven (unnatural) eyes cast quick reflection in the rear-view, gazing upon Alpha in the back, chin dropping the slighest nod, then full (menacing) attention on Taryn

[where.]

(taryn)
Silent when listening to instructions - yes. She's not certain that she wants to pick the prey - but at least she can pick someone worth hitting on, hm? Tootsiepop can still be heard clicking against her teeth (how many licks does it take) and she slides into the passanger seat, that full (intense) attention on her bringing a slide of vivid gaze to Asher, tongue wrapping around candy, before she pulls it from her lips and she nods following an instinct she dare not question.
"North."
Why? Because it felt right.

(marionette)
A mother and a child.

Madonna and the boy Jesus.

Tiny white hand is held firmly within the enclosure of soft palms, one pair of legs walking briskly, the other half running, half skipping and accompanied by the constant yammering of the curious. "Come on, Julia." The voice is encouraging, hushed in the night air, but travelling still, and the child's mouth continues to open and close with questions - constant, unrelenting. It is a loving, exasperated expression that the woman gives the girl beside her, the click of her heels on the pavement, the pitter patter of runners and the flick of loose shoelaces.

Just two more blocks to go.

(asher)
there's the slightest snort (why not suckle and slurp along with the clacking) gaze narrowing for but the breifest of moments
but a road North is chosen

(marionette)
"Your laces are undone, Julia. Stand still for a second so I can do them up." The little girl's hand is released, she, rounded pre-pubescent body shifting weight from one foot to the next, restless as her wide brown eyes watch the movements of her mother. Not far down the road, another set of eyes is watching the woman, a man out on the street, a cigarette in his hand, sucking in the fresh air through his labouring lungs.

Occasionally, a car passes by, amber lights a flickering illumination.

(taryn)
She runs her tongue around the sticky treat - almost as if she read that thought... but she didn't. An almost loving taste as she watches that narrowed gaze after the snort, before crunch the candy is shattered and desolves in her mouth, window open and stick tossed outside as she studies the streets that they moter through. Something to use all the urges.. something to prove her worth, and that would prove worthy to the Goddess.

Man with cigarette - plenty of those and its like kissing an ashtray. yuck.

The occasional passer by - though nothing tugs at the ache within... nothing until...

Mother and child.
Madonna
Is there anything more fitting as gift for the goddess? the embodiment of life given to the destroyer that will birth a new Gaia.
The final crunch of candy brings decision and her voice brings soft command.
"There."
A nod to mother and child.
"let me out."
Lies already forming, Seduction already twisting (innocent) lips, fear. greed. power.
hatred. There are things the pack may never know. there are things she most likely will never be asked. The loving bend to tie the shoes......
The watchful eyes of another. A smirk. A nod. And she reaches for the doorhandle, merely waiting the car to slow enough.

(kajsha)
Kaj'sha, in the backseat, is a ghost, a shadow, and so elegant. He says nothing at all.

Seven sins, thirteen urges, and so many ways to destroy.

(asher)
the wheel spins beneath the (molestation) guidance of his hands
car pulling to the curb
stopping to wait
[just what is your plan, infant dancer.....]

(marionette)
"Goodness, what have you done here?" Fingers, nails carefully manicured (I'm well taken care of.. I'm some man's prize... A fertile sea... Brood mare..) - french manicured - work at the knot in the lace, its tightness creating difficulty for prying. She grits her teeth, and slowly, surely, and though she know it shouldn't - all her concentration goes to it. Pedantic. Perfectionist. Neat freak. Obsessive Compulsive. (Every item in its perfect place. Every dinner at the exact time.)

"Mom..." Soft whiney voice as eyes dart over to the stopping car. "..what are you doing? Hurry up." A soft demand. She's quite spoilt, the innocent angel with the cherubic face, the cupid-bow lips. The dirty brown hair. "Mom?"

(taryn)
Plans....
"Paranoia. See the man who watches her - I will approach and point him out. Fear - I aim to pick up the child and urge mother faster this direction. Lies - obviously convince her that she is safe headed toward us in the car. Take the child the mother will follow - threaten the child, the mother will not leave my side. Threaten to harm the mother before the child - and hatred will blossom - but she will not leave. If she loves the child - there will be no problem in getting her into the car."
of course - if she is anything like her own parents, she will fall back on other plans.
"one by one until I find the trigger that works. Be ready to silence her - I will have my hands full with the child."

(kajsha)
From the backseat, Kaj'sha laughs softly. "The cub thinks herself an Alpha, does she? Very well. Kyrsha'wai'gas, Ayydis is your Alpha tonight. Plan accordingly."

(asher)
a soft breath
a level glance
there is mockery in that gaze

but still, the silken voiced Galliard says nothing

(marionette)
"What?" The tone never really changes, still soft and even, gentle to her child, and kneeling before the diminutive human, brown orbs level with their own perfect reflection (-father's stubborn shin, determined mouth... but the eyes.. the eyes are all mine..), the slightest smile creases her lips at the suddenly worried expression in her daughter's face. "You ok?" The laces are limp in her hand, though fingers continue to niggle at them, coax them into loosening so she can finally set them free.

And the car? Julia's head turns to glance at it, and the mother's attention soon shifts, and follows. The women standing there, the two figures in the car. There is no alarm at first - the automatic assumption that the presence of women inherently means...

..safe.

(taryn)
She turns to look at Kaj'sha, she shakes her head slightly.
"The cub seeks to prove herself worth to her Alpha, and Beta. You commanded that we hunt, and you only step in if needed."
Orders followed to the letter. and with a wink that mocks the galliard - she nods to Gaby (though she knows it may be a mistake. Show. No. Weakness.) She slips from the car... and with a breath, she heads toward the Mother and child.
Madonna.
What are your plans, infant dancer.........Steps hasten, and she hurries to mother's side, crouching down - though she doesn't touch the child yet, her voice low, and urgent...
"Don't freak out.. I know you don't know me.. but there's a man over there nonono don't look... he's been watching you guys pretty intense for a while - and it doesn't look like he wants to buy girlscout cookies, if ya know what i mean? I just wanted you to know... this ain't the place for you and your kid at night - and he's pretty freaky looking... and your girls right pretty.. and I'd hate to see ya'll get hurt on my watch ok?"
Such intense earnestness in the young Theurge, so innocent the fearful glance toward smoking man... how could she be disbelieved...? and Gaby - she hangs back, a little.

(kajsha)
With the girls out of the car, Kaj'sha leans forward to speak into the ear of his Beta. "So quiet. I've not heard a single word out of you tonight."

All the while, his pitchblack eyes remain on the scene playing out before him.

(asher)
[i will make you succeed..... if only because you hate me]
who truly wins if she becomes worthy

the day and night gaze watches her move to the mother and child, though his head tilts agaisnt the rest (as if to lay it upon his Alpha's shoulder) but never once does he breach the distance between

"I've had nothing to say."

the whisper so soft it mourns

(marionette)
The bondage of sisterhood... the understanding, unspoken between women. Reclaim the night. Her stomach convulses at the words of the stranger, at the possibilities which could have been and fingers abandon the lace to gather the child, her baby, close to her - not thinking but reacting with protective maternal instinct. Barely, barely, she remains a modicum of calm - the images... (one word is all it took, and a few steps to make it reality...). She gives a slight nod, saying softly, above the child's fine, downy (dirty brown) hair. "We don't live far from here... only a couple of blocks. I.. I'll make a phone call and my husband will come meet me, if you could just wait a moment, please?"

Her hand goes to the bag off her shoulder.

(kajsha)
"Oh?" The devil with the angel's voice and the angel with the devil's heart. Absently, the latter murmurs, "How unusual."

...or perhaps not so absently. "Asher..."

A moment. He lets the name hang in the air like perfume, like taint. Then, "Asher," cementing it, grounding it, "have I reason to worry? You are different. You have been different since before your ordeal, and you have not yet recovered fully. Do you succumb to the Nameless One even as Sian did?"

(taryn)
Her voice is urgent as she nods..
"A good idea - look, my husband, sister and her husband are there by the car - they sent me to warn you because we didn't want -us- to frighten you"
lies lies lies
Here - let me hold her while you get your phone.. we'll head to my car - meeting long lost friend and that kinda thing... you dial while we walk... don't worry - I won't leave your side. I've got a little girl myself..."
She smiles at the child..
"whats your name sweetie? I might even have sucker in my bag for you, wuold you like that?"
hey little girl, want a piece of candy? She lifts a hand to wave at Gaby, who waves back, then nods to the man as if on cue. He puts out his cigarette...
"hurry! he's headed this way. You'll be safe with us, I swear it."
She takes the girl then, swinging her up easily into her arms to allow the woman to reach for her phone, already headed toward Gaby. Fear. Paranoia. Lies. lies. lies.

(asher)
from the scars that newly cling to his back, perhaps the devil once had the angel's wings to accompany the voice (what happened to have severed so deeply) then those eyes, those mismatched, Metis eyes (light and dark, day and night, such righteous sin) lock (grounded) murmuring

"It is not apathy."

even if he does not understand what it is that draws him into such lengthening silences
he knows he has not lost the fierce (homicidal) devotion
not to Kaj'sha
not to the Father

(kajsha)
The question comes immediately, though the tone is gentle as a breeze, the words carefully articulated, precise. Calligraphy in speech. "Then what is it?"

(marionette)
Too much.. too fast...

Its meant to be safe along this street. Four blocks, thats all. Its the one night she's had to walk - Roger had something he had to do in a hurry, locked in his study all evening. They'd had a fight, or some such - and he hadn't called her. Not once.

I can't...

There is no hesitation, the woman's soothing words washing over her ears, penetration in the repetition a sound promising safety. Protection. Husbands and wives - safety.

"Yes, yes.. ok. Come on, Julia, be good, please." The girl had clung to her mother's legs, sensing panic, resisting at first when the stranger had attempted to gather her in arms. But she quietens, unusually, at her mother's voice. The panic stilling to a mute form of fear. Mute, except for the plaintive warble, "Where's Daddy, Mommy?"

Brown on brown, she follows the stranger to the car, her eyes not shifting from the child as a trembling, reassuring, smile is given. "You'll see him soon."

(asher)
void black gaze held, moments (minutes, eternity) passing, tilt of his chin betraying the glance to the female left behind near the car, then his skull shakes
barely
almost not at all

(taryn)
Her smile is one of obvious relief as she hurries them toward the car, Gaby stepping in beside the woman as move.
"julia, is it? What a pretty name. I've a picture of my little girl Ican show you - her name is Abby... maybe you could play sometime.. do you like Barbies?"
Nonsense chatter meant to calm the child - to keep her in her arms as they quicken their pace to the car. Taryn flips a look back over her shoulder, where the man still watches and she reaches for her doorhandle, pulling it open
"Micheal, love? This is Julia... she wants to see a picture of our little Abby..."
then under her breath to the mother..
"In the back, thats Ruth there beside you, and inside is Gabe - amusing coincidence, no? Climb on in and make your call - we'll stay here till your husband comes."
Husbands, wives, all with names of (fallen) Angels, biblical.. could it be any safer? No matter, Taryn is already inside and closing the passenger door, Julia between Asher and herself and Gaby ushering the confused mother into the car between her and Asher.

Too much. Too Fast. And exactly what She's counting on.

(marionette)
The cellular is in her hand, a button pressed in quick dial. Earpiece raised, she listens for the sound of ringing, impatient coursing through a body tense, nervous... relax, you're safe. And while she waits?

"Thank you so much for this. I couldn't bear anything to happen to my little girl..."
(Or me.)

In a zone of comfort, all her life, the selfish thought cannot help but break through in her mind, as quickly suppressed as it came - and flowing into that sudden emotional vacuum... guilt.

(kajsha)
Kaj'sha says nothing, as the door is opening. He merely claps the seat as though it were a surrogate shoulder for Asher and leans back, smiling as he is introduced.

Beautiful boy...kids were getting married so young these days. "Gabriel" couldn't be out of his teens, and Ruth probably just a little older. Beautiful boy, and with such ...dark eyes.

He doesn't say much. Must be the shy type. Just looks down at his hands, fine and slender, artist's hands, and lets things pass him by.

(asher)
Michael?
Love?
(..... half tempted to remind her an angel's vengeance)

"Julia, hm?"

cherub's name sculpted by a scythe tongue, even patting the child's head

"Just about Abby's age..... cute kid."

glancing back to the mother (Madonna..... are you ready to watch your child suffer again?) even quirking an easy grin (and watching with those unsettling eyes) in hopes the other end picks up soon, yes?

(taryn)
lies
The little girl is easily distracted by a sucker pulled from Taryn's pocket, though she stretches her arm along the back of the seat, something else from her pocket in her hand. A tap of Ashers shoulder
[drive]
before hand rests behind young Julia's neck and a nod to Gaby
[get the phone]
and only then does the blade in hand shown. Switchblade - a flick of her thumb and 6 inches of sharpsharp blade with pierces tender flesh at the base of Julia's skull and kill the child. Then. Then she looks at the frightened mother (terrified - if not now, soon.)
"You're husband won't be answering. And you and Julia here are going for a little ride with us... He owes us a good bit of cash - we're going to collect. just keep calm, and everything will be allright."
Gifts for the goddess.

(marionette)
Disbelief... and that switchblade is the quick stabbing pain of her heart - each rapid pound, throb, beat (...a nail driven into a coffin..) is panic. Heartaching, heartrendering, heartdying panic. "No.. but... you..."

Beautiful eyes, fawn brown and gentle, submissive startlement in the depths of their soulful gaze. A myriad of emotion, rapid in its course, flickering like the colour of a thousand rainbows. Dark, fouled, besmirched rainbows - dulled with the hues of hopelessness. A deer caught in headlights - the instant before impact.

"No..."

(kajsha)
Foebok. Fear.
Pseulak. Lies.
Sykora. Paranoia.

...perhaps even Abhorra. Hate. Angu, to be sure. Cruelty. The promise of Gree and Ba'ashkai, despair and violence.

Ah, but the rest? (greedpowerdesireconsumptionand.) Apathy.

All the little children...all their little games.

Taryn'll get no help from this one. Kaj'sha sits, serene as a bodhsivatta, distant as a star. He watches, and his eyes are not just dark but dark, black and utterly lightless.

(asher)
pink tongue sneaks from his mouth to pull lips into sinister curve (I can hear her screams already..... do you know what it's like to listen to your child as she's skinned, momma? Give me but a moment alone, and I will be so happy to show you.....) the paler (left) eye hidden in a wink

the still running (quietly purring) car pulling from the curb and into the street

(taryn)
She smiles, a slow smirk - running through the list in her mind (five gold rings) her voice a silken croon as she lifts her other hand, running it through Julia's hair, loving croon..
"We always wanted another child... didn't we, Micheal?"
Greed. She winks at him, and still plays with silken (dirtbrown) hair..
"Did you know you're husband had a gambling problem? That's why you still live here.. so protected (who protects you now) in the worst area of the city. Bring you in will be quite the accomplishment for me."
Power. She leans down and presses a soft kiss against the childs temple, the promise of blade caressing the back of Julia's neck as eyes drag over momma...
"Unless you've something to trade.. hm Ruth? What do you think, Mom's pretty enough, and I know you swing that way and its been a while... want a little taste of mom in exchange for her daughters safety maybe...?"
Karnala. Desire. Consumption...
and always - the apathy of mother's complience....

(marionette)
A sudden high-pitched piercing sound penetrates the fog of her brain and over and over her mind is screaming, Stop it! Stop it!. She wants to cover her ears with her hands, but she can't, they lie immovable by her side, numb and uncontrolled. And the sound continues, hurting until the throbbing matches the pulse in her brain - the rush.

My world is crumbling.

The woman flinches at the touch of cold (artic death) lips on her daughter's temple, wide eyes, wider mouth - and the girl is as panicked as she, rapid words tumbling forth like the onslaught of water in the storm. "Mommy? Mommy?"

The words repeat, over and over, each moment rising in increasing fear, each timbre trembling, hitting higher.

I can't.. deal with this. Its not happening.

"I'll do anything."

No!
And in her heart, she dies.

(pull asher)
Posted by asher at September 16, 2002 12:00 AM

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