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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 20:37:14 GMT -5
Acier's eyes traveled over a door blocked pile of rubble to his right. To his left was another door, but for some reason Acier felt that it was locked. He decided to find out for himself. When he saw that it was a twist knob, he huffed and cursed under his breath, turning and walking over to the pile of rubble. He poked some of it out of the way with his toe and sighed.
Well shit.
He acted as though he did not hear Elita. He gazed out the back window, bumping into a broken statue in his reverie. His hands shot out before he could stop them and they grazed the stone surface so as to keep it was falling. He winceed severly when it became steel.
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Post by Magic on May 22, 2006 20:47:51 GMT -5
Elita looked over, her eyes had been trailing after him all the while, when suddenly he turned something to steel. Now she could easily pretend to be surprised. She gasped once more and rushed over to him.
"Are you okay?" Was the first question to escape her.
Not, 'How did you do that?!' or 'Freak!' nothing in the likes. She was more concerned if he was okay rather than an odd ability he happened to have. If anyone knew about having odd abilities it was her. So, her hazel eyes stared at him, looking equally concerned. She would not question him before she knew if he was okay.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 20:54:49 GMT -5
Acier frowned at the statue, shutting his eyes and letting out a breath. "Damn it to hell," he muttered, the words echoing around the room. His fist crashed through the bust, sending steel scattering across the room. It wasn't the fact that it had happened, but the fact that it had happened in front of someone. Even if that someone was fake. "I'm fine," he hissed, making his way swiftly up the stairs. At the top, he stopped and whirled around, his gaze barreling over at Elita, daring her to say something. His mouth was turned thoroughly downward.
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Post by Magic on May 22, 2006 21:05:29 GMT -5
Elita stared up at him from where she resided, by the rubble of what once was a statue. She tilted her head and smiled.
"You don't seem fine."
She crossed the room, trotting up the other staircases opposite of the ones Acier took.
"You should talk. You seem like those people who keep it all inside and then it just all goes downhill from there. People lose things by doing that, you know? Are you scared to talk to people? You don't seem like the social type to me." Elita continued on.
She stood in the middle of the hall, her eyes filled with what one would have to claim was bliss. She could easily shrug such incidents off. She would never judge someone. And there it was, proof right before his eyes. She was still smiling. And though she could not feel happiness she knew what it was like. She knew what fear was like too. She also knew she would be feeling both at that moment had she been real.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 21:10:51 GMT -5
Acier's eyes followed her, sending an icy glare her way. If he had been truly cruel, she would have joined the statue long ago. But Acier's heart kept him in check–it simply would not allow him to do such a thing. He hated the fact that she was smiling, that her eyes were filled with this bliss that seemed so fake and so hollow that it was sickening. For a moment, he just wanted to walk away. Then he wanted so scream at her. Finally, he just wanted to stay where he was, muttering four very true words. "I really don't care," he said, voice monotone and flat. Obviously she didn't either and that bugged him. Something inside him wondered if anyone had ever cared.
Something inside him answered with a speculative 'no.'
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Post by Magic on May 22, 2006 21:20:49 GMT -5
"Liar." She replied simply.
That hollow smile stayed in place. She leaned against the wall looking into Acier's cold steel gaze.
"I think you do care. Why wouldn't you? Unless... your not human or something." She pointed out lazily.
She now stood, whirling around to face him completely, her hair catching the sun just right. Her eyes searching again. She was seeking out those memories once more, wondering why he was so cold.
"Do you like being the way you are?" She asked in a hushed tone as though she was sharing a deeply kept secret. "I don't think you do."
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 21:35:52 GMT -5
Acier's gaze faltered for a brief second, the cold grey exteriors fading and giving one a glimpse at the tied, lonesome boy within. A sigh escaped him and he looked sideways at nothing for a moment, examining the wall. But to him, it wasn't a wall, really. It was a train window, the horizon speeding by, his reflection leering back at him and trying not to notice the fact that no one was in the same car as him. He was trying to take in the beautiful landscape outside, but all he could see was himself.
He then shook his head, snapping his gaze back to Elita.
His gaze hardened once more.
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Post by Magic on May 22, 2006 21:42:43 GMT -5
Elita neared him slightly. Her face still composed in that manner of bliss.
"I was right, wasn't I? You can tell me, you know. If you ever need someone to talk to. I'm always here."
There was so much truth behind this that behind her hollow gaze one could easily tell she was not lying. Many people confined in her their problems and she did what she could. Listen. Nod and listen, give advice, and listen more. Not that she had to, she already knew the story. But, see, that was what made it even more wonderful. Even though she knew the story you were going to tell her she still wanted to hear it from you.
"Promise." She added, making a little oath sign with her hand.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 21:58:24 GMT -5
Acier listened, still hating the expression on her face. He let no reaction pass over his features as she spoke–he merely closed his eyes and let out a breath. He didn't do promises, either. "Don't hold your breath," he replied stiffly. He disregarded the sign and turned around, fisting his hands at his side.
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Post by Magic on May 22, 2006 22:03:23 GMT -5
"Hey, you know what you need..." Elita murmured to his back. "Ice-Cream!"
She smiled and easily slipped passed him and stopped right in front of him, a beaming expression her return to his reply.
"It's really good. Come get Ice-Cream with me. And I promise to... uh..." She paused. "Leave you alone! If you don't, I'll just follow you."
She had a pleading expression on her face, but she wasn't really begging. Yearning for company. Sometimes she wished she had emotions, just so she wasn't lying to herself and those around her.
"And trust me. I can do that for forever."
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 22:06:27 GMT -5
"I can't eat ice cream," he replied, holding up his hands. Acier let out a breath, feeling depressed just thinking about his reply. It sounded very good, but he knew that it wouldn't work in a town without gloves. He cringed at his next words. "But I'll go with you." They came out grudgingly, tryiing to fight their way back in his mouth. He huffed, hating himself due to the fact that he knew what would happen next:
He would talk.
On second thought, no, he wouldn't. Acier would not let himself blabber on and on to this girl like she was his therapist. He didn't need to.
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Post by Magic on May 24, 2006 21:34:34 GMT -5
Elita smiled, her face lighting up at once and her hazel eyes bright with excitement. What would be anyway.
"Hey, can you not eat because of..." She trailed off and merely gestured to his hands.
Elita could not bear to eat in front of people unless she had a portion of food as well. She smiled, as though his hands were not abnormal or simply different. She actually appeared to take his unique ability with a calm composure as though everyone had such an ability. Her smile-though hollow-seemed to have an assuring feel to it. Maybe, if she could feel, she would really be smiling right about now.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 24, 2006 21:40:54 GMT -5
Acier's expression became one of great dislike. He did not like this little girl who, despite the fact she wore a happy face, was probably not happy at all. Or sad. Or mad. She seemed to be nothing and this greatly bugged Acier. He cast a glance to his hands. "Gloves," he muttered. "And don't look at me like that." He shot her an irritated look before walking over to the door, pushing it open with his foot. Sunlight streamed in and illuminated the dust drifting in the air.
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Post by Magic on May 25, 2006 18:47:41 GMT -5
Elita smiled brightly no less and followed much like a loyal puppy would. Her hazel eyes danced around, looking at everything, but they lingered on Acier's back on the most part. He's so cold. He thinks he has it so bad... doesn't he know there are a many people out there that have it ten times worse? No, I think that's only me who knows.
"Gloves?" Elita questioned to herself.
She then beamed and slipped past Acier once more and stopped right in front of him again.
"I have gloves." She replied happily. "I can go get them. My apartment is right over there." She jabbed a finger beyond the forest. "It's really close. I'll go get them for you."
She whirled around and skipped happily away, though the emptiness lingered and there was a hallow vacant expression replaced on her once happy face. Quickly, worried Acier would see her dramatic mood swing, she placed a smile on her face and sprinted away. Destined to get those gloves whether he wanted them or not.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 25, 2006 18:53:41 GMT -5
Acier snarled at her, still trying to shake her off. "I need two pairs," he muttered bitterly. Nevertheless, she skipped off, some change coming over her and quickly disappearing. He let out a sigh, looking at the forest warily. He then walked down the steps leading up to the mansion, looking back at it before walking along the path that Elita had skipped across. He muttered something not even he could hear before rolling his eyes and stepping into the forest. He frowned when he saw that she was now sprinting.
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