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Post by nya on Jul 8, 2011 16:59:58 GMT -5
 I'M JUST A HOLOGRAM ; YOU CAN SEE BUT DON'T TOUCH ME, BABY.
Alois edged uncomfortably under the heavy hand of his escort. "You know, I don't want any trouble. If I could just go back to Our Land I wouldn't bother anyone. I promise. I could hide away in the wilderness with Motherwolf... I..." Alois' incessant ramblings had begun to stick to his throat, like a glob of peanut butter that he couldn't quite swallow. He had grown as weary of his pleas as the guards and nurses who had to handle him for the day. He thought his compromise was quite sensible, but sense was beyond him at this place. He had been stripped of sense at the command of the two well-dressed people who called themselves his "parents". Alois was beyond himself with despair since the time he realized he would never see Wallace or his home or Motherwolf ever again. But what distressed him even more was the feeling that this was the second time in his life that he had ever felt so completely lost. He felt almost unreal, as if he was floating around in a nightmare just waiting to wake up. He had so many nowadays, he could barely distinguish reality from fiction.
"For now you're going outside for a little sunlight and some fresh air. You can talk to the doctors about all that later, Sinclair." the guard sighed heavily, as if he was quite used to diluting the pleads of the interred. Alois became quiet, but not contentedly so. He went along with such appeasements for now, too tired to protest. They traveled along the long, elaborate halls of the Manor. Eventually the last door was reached, opened out against the blinding rays of sunshine. Alois squinted his eyes, raising his arm to shield his vision. He had spent most of his days in transport or doctor's offices, but breathed a sigh of relief that he could now have more space to move. "You get thirty minutes for today, and no strikes. I'm keeping a close eye on you. If you act on any deviant behavior, I'll take you back to your room immediately. Understand?" "Yessir," Alois replied in a lax tone. His shoulder was released and Alois took his first unsure steps out into the yard.
He took in a deep sigh, pulling away at the hairband which held his hair into a tight ponytail. Alois shook out his long golden locks, alleviating the small headache which had been growing around his temples. He stretched his arms up high, twisting his body from side to side. His spine and ribs cracked sorely, as well as his slumped shoulders. He felt as if he had been carrying an impressive weight for the past several weeks. Wandering around unsurely, Alois wondered if there was any true benefit to the yard. He felt bored and just as imprisoned as before, but at least there was some grass to be had. He wandered over and sat down on the concrete at the edge of a patch, feeling a little weird as the guard peered at him suspiciously. There was no need. Alois was as placid as a kitten when he was left alone. He wasn't a bad boy. He was just homesick. A tender, unhappy lump welled in his stomach. He wanted to cry, but wouldn't allow himself such a weakness.
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Post by abigailwatson on Jul 8, 2011 17:32:46 GMT -5
Can you feel how cold I am? Please wake me from this nightmare Who asked them to save her? Better yet why did they if all they were going to do, was shove her in this prison. Abigail Watson slowly walked her way around the yard, all to aware she was being watched, and she didn't like it one bit. Glancing over her shoulder at the guard who'd escorted her out, she smiled brightly and wiggled her fingers at him, before turning back around, a blank look falling back into place.
There were so many different emotions, and thoughts racing around in her head. It was hard to know which to focus on first, it was all just noise and she willed it to stop. Rubbing her eyes tiredly she winced, her wrists were still tender. It'd been 4 days since she'd tried to kill herself, 4 days since she'd almost escaped the pain, anger, and hatred boiling inside her. Rotting away every bit of who she once was. She'd almost escaped, there'd almost been peace, why couldn't they have just allowed her that.
Looking up from the wide bandages around her wrists, Abigail turned her focus to the heavens, closing her eyes as she breathed in deeply. As the wind ruffled her hair, she opened her eyes and relaxed. Turning her attention back to her surrondings, she was surprised to see a young man sat not to far from where she stood, looking every bit as happy as she was to be here. Not knowing his story she was wary, but chancing a look back at the guards, she relaxed again and moved forwards, keeping her movements slow and steady. Stopping she smiled down at the young man, Hi there...my names Abi...I'm new here... The introduction sounded silly to her, but really what was she supposed to say, Hey I'm crazy too wanna be friends. Shaking her head slightly, she chuckled, and waited for the boy to speak. |
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Post by nya on Jul 9, 2011 21:16:17 GMT -5
I'M JUST A HOLOGRAM ; YOU CAN SEE BUT DON'T TOUCH ME, BABY. Alois felt a shadow creep over his shoulder as a pair of feet stopped near. His gray eyes fixated on the nondescript shoes, gently soaking up ankles, legs, pants, waist, and finally up to squint against the sun. He had never seen red hair before. Alois looked up in a lost wonderment, marveling at the glorious copper-blood locks that drenched her shoulders. But she wasn't as fearsome as her hair. She had a beautiful face, round and pale like alabaster. She spoke to him just as kindly, and Alois blushed unconsciously. He was quite unused to being smiled at these days. He felt embarrassed and stood up quickly. "Hello, Abi," Alois replied, a shy smile crossing his pale lips. Suddenly he felt very unused to talking. "I'm new here as well. My name is Alois. You can call me Al if you'd like though." The recent offer, as technical staff had been butchering the pronunciation of his name as of late.
Alois' eyes drifted away, a little abashed by eye contact. Although he noticed the white bandages wrapped neatly around her slender wrists. He was shocked, but knew better than to be. Nothing was as it seemed, not in a place like this. Filled with a natural carelessness for personal space, Alois' white hands gently caressed her left hand, lifting up the wrist to further inspection. He looked at her with questioning eyes, but merely shook out his long blond hair with a sigh. "You poor dear. Enough of this now." He released her hand, placing his own back into his own pockets. He resisted the urge to nuzzle her wound, or to lick at it like Motherwolf would. The guards would not like that behavior. They would be separated, and Alois did not want to be taken away from the shelter of her kindness.
Alois never considered himself suicidal. He was always a fighter and a survivalist, no matter what the circumstance. He could die trying, but he could not intentionally take his own life. He was too afraid for that sort of thing. And up until recently, he had felt wanted and depended upon. He couldn't be as selfish as to leave Wallace all by himself - nobody understood Wallace as Alois did. Alois belonged to him. But now he was uncertain. Without Wallace, who was there to take care of him? Was suicide the correct way out? Wallace had tried to kill him in the end, Wallace wanted him dead. Wallace would not like other people touching his things. Alois ground his teeth in contemplation, wondering whether or not he was meant to survive. Perhaps he should've been put down just as he suspected that Motherwolf had. Alois shook his hair again, trying to disperse such dark thoughts. He focused his attention on the girl with a weak smile. "I don't much like it here, myself. Do you?"
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Post by abigailwatson on Jul 10, 2011 6:32:31 GMT -5
Can you feel how cold I am? Please wake me from this nightmare Hello, Abi," Alois replied, a shy smile crossing his pale lips. Suddenly he felt very unused to talking. "I'm new here as well. My name is Alois. You can call me Al if you'd like though." Abigail smiled kindly at Alois, and nodded her head slightly, "I like Al..." she said in reply to his name. There was no ignoring the slightly blush in his cheeks, and she felt her heart give a tight squeeze for the boy. He looked as lost as she felt. Then again this place was probably filled with people in the same boat as them...lost souls just trying to find their way back from the darkness engulfing them.
When she felt his hand taking her own hand, and saw his eyes fixate on the bandages around her wrists, she felt her body tense and her defences getting ready to flare up. There was a questioning look in his eyes, one she'd seen many people over the last few days give her. "You poor dear. Enough of this now.". Inclining her head to the side slightly, she stared at him, yet she was still not ready to talk about why she did what she did, with anyone.
It was clear to see, he was having some kind of internal battle, the look on his face told her everything, and she couldn't help but wonder what his story was, why was he here? As he focused on her again, shaking out his long flowing, platinum blonde locks she smiled softly, "I don't much like it here, myself. Do you?". Shrugging her shoulders slightly, she glanced over at the guards, who were watching them carefully. "It's my first full day, I arrived last night...almost feels like a prison to me..." she sighed, looking down. She didn't want to be here, not at all, and she wasn't planning on staying, all she had to do was convince her Dad she was okay, and he'd help her out....right?
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