Post by morticia tamblyn van wilder on Jul 25, 2009 13:43:16 GMT -5
IT LOOKS LIKE EVERYONE TOOK THOSE SHOTS AT YOU
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something in the air was making her anxious, it couldn't be ignored even if she tried. it was the kind of annoyance that just nipped at the nervous system with a relentless pattern, never ceasing to give the host a break. it was like a parasite, eating away at its host, not giving a damn what damage it could have caused. the sad thing was, it was, and never could've been evil itself, seeing as none took shelter within the girl's body, but it was just, literally, a god-given gift that came along with her other half she was born with on this human earth, her angelic counterpart. when this feeling came over her, it meant that something was, or was going to be happening shortly. and usually, it was bad, or not looked upon as gracious, in the name of god. it was no lie that the human earth was simply thriving with a heartbeat-like pulse of evil. no wonder everyone spoke of the fucking apocalypse, it almost was guaranteed, due to all of the corruption that happened within a sole twenty-four hours, let alone three minutes. but, it wasn't due to some unknown force, more than it was the humans themselves, giving into demonic possession, or gluttonous needs. morticia refused to deal with these kinds of humans, unless her counterpart and god deemed it absolutely neccessary. they infuriated her, and their auras made her feel sick to her stomach. why bother with them - they knew they had a choice, but they gave in, they were lost now. but, when she thought this, morticia was always punished with some sort of unworldly pain, through god. he told her to think of it as a friendly nudge. pssht, some nudge it was, alright. sometimes, she wondered why she had to be born with such a bothersome gift.
crows cawed in a loathesome manner as morticia approached the cemetery, her high-heeled boots clicking softly along the worn cobblestone that led to the huge, black iron gates that stood at least seven-eight foot tall. although most people found the place dreary, or frightening, morticia found this place of final resting to be quite alright. she didnt know why, but she was always drawn there, and when the feeling came into the air that she was feeling at the moment, her counterpart always seemed to take control of her human body, and lead it here, every single time. the crows seemed to assess her, studying her close as she stood in front of the open gates, as if they knew her face by now. she wouldn't blame them if they did, this had to be at least past the one-hundreth time she wandered here out of...well, leisure or duty? she looked up at them, nodding slightly as a small smirk came over her face, amused with the fact that she was actually acknowledging them as individuals, but hey - one grows to do that often with many animals, seeing as if your counterpart bumps elbows with the big guy in the skies above. one of the black-feathered birds fluffed his wings and made a soft, cackling coo, as if he accepted morticia within his line of territory, or something. shaking her head, the girl proceeded within the cemetery gates, her writhe, black and gold-nailed fingers tracing the rods of the gates as she entered. a cold, almost menacing breeze blew over the grounds, causing leaves to shake, stone to quake, and skin to tense with the cold tendrils of air teasing at it. morticia winced, a bit annoyed that, whatever this foreboding event or thing was, thought it could make her budge from this very place that she knew like the back of her own hand. was it honestly expecting her to whimper and go running back to where she came? hell no, it had another thing coming, that was for damned sure. all of this was causing her counterpart to writhe around within her, begging for total control, to take over for now. morticia wanted harmony between them for once, and not one side over the other, so she let her human-self bond with her angelic counterpart, turning into a angelic whole.
a light glow came to blanket itself over her skin, and her eyes turned into a intense shade of electric green. normally, when her angelic counterpart took total control, her outer appearance took on more of a pure theme, her tattoos and other things deemed unfit for the likes of angel simply hidden away. but, when they mixed as a whole, harmony rare, but had, everything stayed the way it was, really. the rose tattoo that vined itself up her neck actually grew in size, wrapping around the nape of her neck and its ending vining near the curve of her breast. it was well in sight today, as she wore her victorian-black autumn coat over a low, black cami-tanktop, with dark-blue denim jeans. walking further into the cemetery, morticia admired the many gravestones that flooded the grounds, some old, some new, some deterierated from things less than ordinary. another thing that morticia loved about the cemetery was the nostalgia; that being the looks, and the spirits. sure, they're were many, but there were also a lot that had found a purpose elsewhere, and were at rest. one of morticia's favorite residents was carmina, a little girl who was buried in an area of lush, green grass underneath a willow tree, fresh flowers always adorning her small, marbled gravestone. sure enough, today, she sat beside her body's resting place, fiddling with the grass as she stared down at the ground. carmina's head began to perk as she heard morticia's footsteps, causing her to look up, scared at first, then relaxing and giggling a bit as she waved manically at morticia. she smiled, waving back as the girl ran for her, obviously eager for company. "ticia, ticia, ticia !" carmina's voice was soft and fluid with french notes, it always made morticia smile. carmina hugged morticia, clinging to her waist, her head resting upon morticia's stomach. of course, thanks to the counterpart, morticia could hug her back and such, but there was never any feeling. no warmth to her skin, no soft feel of her auburn hair, nothing. sometimes, it made morticia long for the girl to be spared and returned to life again, although it was too late. after one more squeeze, carmina let go and jumped backward, a serious look on her face. "have you felt it, too? everyone's felt it here, something's happening, somewhere..."
morticia's smile took a grim twist, her eyes wincing again as she looked up into the skies. "yes, yes i have, but this time, there's nothing i can do about it...he won't let me in on anything, right now, so..." she paused, trying to control her anger she felt towards him right now. "you mean god ?", carmina added in, helping morticia finish. "yes, that's who i mean..." sometimes, morticia did not understand why she was born with a counterpart angel within her, if she could not put it and her gifts to use to help god. sometimes, he would call upon her, others she was simply forebidden to infer about what was going on, and to deal with the results of not being able to find out what manifestation was taking place. suddenly, morticia felt another prescence coming into the cemetery, which caused her eyes to widen a bit as she lightly put a hand upon carmina's shoulder, leading her to stand in front of her so she was hidden from whoever was coming. "there's someone coming, car, walk with me, okay ?" carmina nodded, and began to walk in rhythm with morticia as they went deeper into the cemetery. morticia knew that the little girl was scared of most humans, thanks to the stupid fucks who came here to conjure the dead and do other childish bullshit, so she knew it was best to take action now, rather than have her freak out sooner than later.
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first post, and hopefully it's not too lame :[[/left]
