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Post by ian on Dec 24, 2010 0:13:57 GMT -5
Ian had grabbed what he could from the mansion: Clothes, toothbrush and toothpaste, comb and even some food for his travel. Even though he had enough money from both his parents and his bank account to hold him for a good portion of his life, he still wanted to play it safe.
However, the old Ian was dieing inside, his mind completely torn apart. What was worse, Rose was getting her wish, and Ian was forgetting. Unfortunately, he was beginning to forget everything, slowly but surely. It was that final thought in his head that sealed it, the thought that Rose had wanted him to forget. With a tortured body, soul and mind, that's exactly what Ian was doing. The only thought he continued to hold onto was the that some things weren't safe for him.
He continued to run until he found himself so far away from everything he wound up in Italy. He looked around for a place to hide, seeing an abandoned building not far away. He dashed into it, moving to the highest part of the building to keep an eye on things. The entire floor was his look out, but in his condition he was constantly looking out for somebody.
The more Ian stayed away, the more he forgot, and the more he forgot, the harder it would become for any telepath to tell him from any other mutant. Ian's only concern was to protect himself from anybody wanting to harm him, unfortunately that ended up being the Nightmares, Nightshades, the mansion and Cain. After a very quick sweep of the top floor, he laid out his sleeping bag and a pillow and sat down, unmoving from the spot he was in.
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 24, 2010 12:46:00 GMT -5
Stella was never one to stay in one place for a long time she moved around just as much as she died her hair the freedom that came with life with out parents, Stella normally didn’t like to stay in abandoned places but Italy was pricey the food, the rooms every little thing it was just one big tourist trap and when you where her it was kinda hard to get the money for a tourist trap like this.
Stella slipped into the old abandoned building, looking around a bit unaware that just a few floors up Ian was there,
The door made a load creaking sound as she opened it, Stella wasn’t being quite she thought she was alone so there was no reason to be as she walked around the first floor trying to find some where to crash for the night.
She kicked an old bear can across the floor out of the way then she set her pack down digging threw it pulling out the old beaten up t that she where to bed, and a large jacket that she used as a blanket.
Stella slipped her top off and threw her old banged up top on the top wasn’t much to look at just one of her dads but it fell to her mid thigh. So it covered witch at night was the important thing if you didn’t want to freeze to death Stella started to unbutton her pants but she stopped and looked up when she taught she herd something.
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Post by ian on Dec 24, 2010 12:56:38 GMT -5
Ian was glad to be alone in the building, nothing but the silence and the sounds of nearby italian sounds coming from a local restaurant. He was tired after everything that happened, and as he rested himself into the corner of his little room, he closed his eyes and was soon finding himself fast asleep.
He d going to sleep though, every time he did he saw the same thing. He saw the faces of his tormentors, the halls of the island and the darkened cells around him. It wasn't until he heard the sound of something being struck downstairs did he jerk awake. At first he thought it was nothing, but when he heard another noise he immediately jumped up. Somebody was here.
He immediately rushed to his bag, sifting through it until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a long wooden bat he had snagged from the sports equipment closet at the school. He needed protection, knowing his fast speed wasn't enough. Within milliseconds he was down at the first floor, sneaking through the hall to see who was around. He didn't know who it was, but he was going to make sure that the person was given one of two options: talk or fight.
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 24, 2010 13:33:17 GMT -5
Stella walked around she was sure it was just a rat or something but she just wanted to make sure if it was something else she have to defend, Stella heart raced a little if someone was hear she wouldn’t be hard to find she always stood out she couldn’t help but not to. Stella moved to the center of the room trying to locate the sound, she wasn’t going to hid like some child,
Stella could defend her self against anything she believed she may not beable to left something heavy but she could kill with a look and that was enough for her.
She looked around lissioning for any sound it was odd she thought she hurd something up stairs but now she swar she was hearing movement down where she was.
She folded her arms across her chest weighting for what ever it was to come into view scanning the room, she kicked the can again to see if it would draw what ever it was to her or scare it away either way worked for her she wasn’t planning on getting much sleep tonight anyway if it scared it away then she wouldn’t have to deal with it but if it drew what ever it was closer then she’d have to do what was necessary to defend her self.
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Post by ian on Dec 24, 2010 14:30:55 GMT -5
Ian could've sped around the room and saw who it was before disappearing, but he wanted to be cautious. He didn't want to run into anymore of the nightmares or Cain for that matter, and didn't want to see Rose or Parker either. He crept down the hall towards the main room, stopping when he heard another can being kicked, or maybe it was the same one. He stopped at a corner that lead into the room.
He peaked around the corner and caught the back of a . He shook his head a bit, making sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. It was the effects of his memory fading, each time he would feel a strange sensation in his head and shake it off, not knowing that it was just more of his memories fading away. He brought his head back around the corner and stood against the wall, his bat clung to his chest and ready to be swung. He looked up at the ceiling of the room, seeing that he would be able to call out and his voice would come from everywhere.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 24, 2010 20:25:29 GMT -5
Stella ears pricked up when she herd a voice she glared at a Who ever this was, was hiding making it so she couldn’t locate there voice using the echo in the room, but also they sounded scared
“Sorry don’t give out my name to guys I can see there face so unless you come out for know I’m just chick with the blue hair,”
Stella moved over to her bag dug around it a bit stuffing the little money she had in to the hidden pocket she didn’t want who ever this person was to steal form her she then pulled out a flashlight acting like she was looking for it the hole time and turned it one letting the light shine around the dark room.
“I’m just hear for a night stay I’ll be gone in the morning unless…you have a problem with me staying then I’m afraid we are going to have to talk” Stella wasn’t about to let some bum kick her out of a good spot for the night not when there was room enough for the two of them and plenty more if needs be. So if he really didn’t want her hear she’d fight for this spot.
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Post by ian on Dec 24, 2010 21:25:12 GMT -5
"Well...I'm not giving my name until you give yours."
He looked around the corner again, seeing her dig into her purse. He watched curiously as she shuffled through her bag and suddenly pulled out a flashlight. She was going to look for him! His eyes widened and he pulled his head back around the corner. He heard her speaking again, saying that they would have to talk if he didn't want her to stay here.
"No. I don't want to talk, just leave me alone."
His voice was nervouse as he spoke, then suddenly disappeared from the bottom floor and back into his room at the top. He stayed huddled in the corner of the room, hoping that who ever this girl was wouldn't go looking for him, and just stay the night and leave the next morning like she said.
He looked out the window and saw that the sun was setting. He was starting to get hungry, but with the girl there, leaving would've been a bad idea. So he dug through his bag and pulled out some sandwich fixings, getting him a small meal ready before turning in. He ate nervously, keeping his eyes on the darken hallway. He heard noises, his mind once again playing tricks on him.
He finished the sandwich nervously, huddling himself in the corner and pulling the sleeping bag up around him like a small child scared of the dark. It was starting to get cold to, so after changing out of his torn clothes into some clean ones, he tucked himself into the sleeping bag and stared at the door. He closed his eyes tight as the pain in his head began to grow. He kept them closed so tight that he didn't even know that he had fallen asleep.
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 24, 2010 23:35:40 GMT -5
When the guy said that he didn’t want to talk or give her his name, Stella sighed this guy was scared to death what type of guy is scared of a 17 year old girl who has an old beaten up t and ripped up jeans on. The guy didn’t even know she was a mutant so there was nothing to be afraid of it wasn’t like she’d go out of her way to hurt him she was to tired to do that right now and he sounded like he had been threw a lot to be scared of her already.
Stella removed her ear rings ands necklaces she was going to leave her pants on tonight with this guy hear not that she didn’t mine walking around with just a long top on that covered it was mostly just she didn’t quite trust this guy even if he was acting like a big baby.
Stella wrapped her self in the large jacket the jacket was way to large for her but it was only meant for one thing a blanket, Stella used her bag as a pillow and laid there for a minute or two
She didn’t know what but something about who this guy was made Stella want to see him, being all shy and not wanting to give out his name. Stella sat up the coat still around her she picked up the flashlight and started looking around the building slowly making her way up the stairs tell she was at the top floor.
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Post by ian on Dec 25, 2010 12:28:24 GMT -5
If Ian had known there was somebody else on the top floor now, he would've grabbed what he could and shot out of there. But instead he was sleeping soundly in his sleeping bag, oblivious to anybody else on the top floor. He didn't know that the last of his memories were slowly slipping away as he slept. Even as the girl now walked the top floor, he was in such a deep sleep that nothing could wake him at that point.
He still looked thin and sickly, but his skin was slowly regaining it's color, though the dirt and grime from the dungeons of the island still clung to him under his new clothes, the rags that were once his old clothes laying in a crumpled heap next to him. The wind was getting colder and he absently hugged the sleeping bag around him.
The haunting dreams he had were now almost as lost as his memories. He didn't dream about the island or the dungeons, but the faces he saw in his dreams made him feel a mixture of feelings from comfortable to fear and sometimes even hatred. He didn't know what these dreams meant anymore, they were only faces.
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 25, 2010 13:05:15 GMT -5
Stealla slipped into the room that Ian was sleeping in, she saw him huddled in his sleeping bag in the corner she knelt down next to him trying to be quite to not wake him.
She watched him sleep for a second it was a little odd to just watch, but Stella couldn’t figure out he was so panic down stairs and now he looked calm in his little dream world, why was he scared of her wouldn’t he still be scared knowing that she was in the building if he was so scared not to talk to her did he some how know she was a mutant is that why he was scared she hadn’t blown anything up so or at lest she didn’t think she had so how did he know if she was.
“why is everyone scared of me”
The boy looked a little pale but she bushed it off as him being scared earlier, he was thin how long had he been on the streets the pile of rags next to him she thought she saw some blood caked onto them, she didn’t want to know whos blood it was if it was blood.
Stella shook his shoulder not roughly just enough to wake him up. she didn’t care if he was a sleep or not she wanted to know why he was scared of her why, did he not want to talk to her. It was making her mad that he had run away she was just a girl and he ran away like she was the pledge she knew she couldn’t sleep unless she knew it wasn’t fair for him to get a good night sleep and not her
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Post by damienblack on Dec 25, 2010 23:47:27 GMT -5
Italy is disgusting this time of year, Damien thought to himself. The beautiful sights of the city, the sounds, the smells disgusted him because he knew they were the result of humankind. Humans. How he hated them. But yet he needed their biomass to survive and this particular fact was incredibly irritating to him. He took out this irritation by manipulating his biomass to his hand, creating a massive blade and stabbing it into the nearest civilian. He then absorbed him for body fuel and kept on his mission.
He had been sent to find some girl named Stella, a mutant with an interesting power, a power the Nightmares could exploit for thier own destructive ends. He had been tracking her for some time and had finally found her in this digusting human country. She was hiding somewhere and he was determined to find her. He would not fail his mission and, perhaps more importantly, he would not fail himself. He began looking through the place, scanning the streets for her.
But it was then that he found out where she was hiding. He was looking at building windows and, by chance, caught a glimpse of the young girl. Regaining his human form, he crept to a nearby alley, covered his clothes in dust and ripped them with a piece of glass he found in the alley. Using another piece of glass, he cut a wide gash in his arm, making him look severly hurt. He then walked up to the door and knocked on it; putting on a sweet face and saying "Excuse me, in there anybody in there I need help I'm badly hurt, please help me".
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Post by ian on Dec 26, 2010 10:39:09 GMT -5
Ian didn't know what was going on, but he felt himself being shook from his dreams. He absently groaned and moved around to get the shaking to stop. When he realized the shaking was coming from someone else, he yawned and opened his eyes, staring blankly at a wall. He then rolled over onto his back, looking at a young with blue hair. He stared at her with the same look in his eyes before a kind smile crept on his face.
"Hi. What's your name?"
He moved to sit up, looking at himself as he did. He couldn't figure out why he was covered in gunk and yet had clean clothes on. He looked around and spotted a pile of rags caked with and gave it a curious yet slightly grossed look at it. He then gave the rest of the room a good look over before returning his gaze to the .
"Is this your place?"
He sat there smiling at her for a moment before another voice was heard, this one softer and male. Why is it people seem to be coming into this place. There wasn't much to it, in fact, he didn't know what or where it was.
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Post by Stella Booth on Dec 26, 2010 13:56:06 GMT -5
Stella was sure this was the right guy he had the same voice but now he didn’t sound scared, Why would he be to scared to even talk to her one moment and then the next be smiling and asking for her name and if this abandon place was hers or not no one in there right mind who’d think that somebody lived hear as there normal house.
Stella was mad she was sure this guy was trying to undermined her and trick her just becase he was older and a guy.
“No I don’t live hear, What the hell is wrong with you who would live in this dump size, and why are you talking to me 5 minutes ago you didn’t even want to see my face how can you act so calm in front of me, Your trying to trick me aren’t you, I don’t know why you’d want to, Your not getting my money if that’s what you want ok I don’t care what I said before I’m not giving you my name until you give me yours bud!”
Stella was yelling so it would of been no secret that someone was up stairs, She crossed her arms across her chest and sat there and glared at him wanting to know what this guy had going on in his head she tryid not to fouse to much on him knowing if she did he’d implode right then and there in front of her with her this mad.
her griped tightly on the flashlight she was holding, she was fuming mad that someone would try to trick her like this.
She herd a small knock she looked towards the door who knocks on an abandon buildings door, she ignored it she couldn’t hear what they where saying anyway and she didn’t care at the moment they could of been dying for all she cared as long as they didn’t get into her bag that she left down there she was fine.
She shot a look at the guy she was talking to her grip tightening even more on the flashlight.
“is that a friend of yours”
She glared at him her knuckles turning wight form the grip of the flashlight, if this was a friend most likely they wanted the building for them self’s maybe some drug gang or something and she wasn’t going to give them the place she was staying for the night like she said she’d take off in the morning but people got in her way of getting what she wanted then they where going to pay.
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Post by ian on Dec 26, 2010 15:08:01 GMT -5
"Ok, you don't need to yell at me. I was just asking if you lived here, and I don't even remember seeing you before now so calm down already."
Ian's smile faded when she started snapping at him. What did she have to be so mean for? The only thing he did was ask her for her name. When he looked around again he noticed that the place was rundown. Was he in some sort of abandoned building? He looked to her when she asked him for his name.
"My name is...is..." he thought for a moment, then looked at her a little stupified, "I...I don't know what my name is."
In fact, he didn't know anything. Where he was, where he came from, nothing. He didn't even know he was a mutant. When he heard the knock at t he door, he saw a strange man who looked pretty banged up. When the girl once again asked him if the man was some sort of friend of his, he just shrugged.
"If he is, I don't remember, but he looks in bad shape." he looked around before seeing his bag. Thinking of what might be in there, he went looking through it and pulling out all sorts things like clothes, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and finally what looked like bandages and some other medical items. He then smiled and turned to the man, "Here, you want me to take care of that cut for you?"
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Post by damienblack on Dec 26, 2010 16:06:56 GMT -5
Seemed as if the girl was not alone. A young man, possibly another mutant, was in there with her. And it seemed like they were having a charming little conversation. But no matter, when the time came he would have no trouble killing the boy and taking Stella back to the Nightmares. But back to the matter at hand. He had to convince the two for the time being that he was an innocent victim of an attack. This would be his way to undermine their defense and would ultimately be their undoing.
He turned his attention to the young man who came to his aid. Well now he would put on his act. "Thanks for the help, I really appreciate it. Last time I mess with one of those Nightmares, I'm lucky this is all I got away with, I could be dead. I'm Damien by the way, Damien Black. Whats your names?" he said. Sure, Damien could just heal the wound with his power, but it was all a part of the charade. He had been pulling off the role of Mr. Nice Guy pretty good so far. But it was when he was Mr. Bad Guy that he was really good....
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