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Post by RORY on Apr 17, 2013 14:45:13 GMT -8
They had walked for a short while before coming across a room set up in a lounge type style. Sebastian immediately made for the couch, hopping on it and claiming it as his own. Rory stood in the doorway before sulking to an open place on the floor. She situated herself into a horizontal position, staring up at the ceiling with yet another audible sigh escaping her lips. "Gee, this is great, thanks." Rory turned to her side, deciding that this probably wouldn't be the worst sleep of her life. Hell, for a prison, it probably wouldn't be too bad at all.
She looked over at the euphoric Sebastian occupying the couch and grimaced again. Her arms worked her long blonde hair into a knot behind her head before situating themselves into a suitable resting place for her head. Rory was on her side, facing the couch, her eyes still focused on Sebastian. He looked the same as he always did: relaxed and seemingly uncaring. His body language certainly rubbed off on Rory herself. She, too, felt like she was simply staying the night somewhere. Danger was the last thing on her mind. "What's on the agenda tomorrow- well- from here on out I guess." Rory had to keep reminding herself of the permanence of the situation. She kept tending to forget.
"By the way, what you said earlier, about doing what you can to keep me safe or whatever it was. If you can't promise me you'll stay out of trouble at least promise me you won't change, alright? My 'security' isn't worth losing who you are now anyways." Her form shifted so that she was staring at the ceiling, ignoring the unsettlingly large amount of clocks everywhere. She waited for his response, her eyes growing ever more droopy. Exhaustion was just about to take her under, and she would gladly welcome it when it got its chance to.
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 22, 2013 14:19:35 GMT -8
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only rory, saturn, marmalade and the transformation-type occupy the ten meters around sebastian | [atrb=style,background-color: #232323; width: 250px;] losing my life
living mine for yours
He had certainly grown to accept their fate, and by no means was he terrified. Rather, he tried to handle the situation calmly, using ration to disect a seemingly impossible circumstance. His comfort was evidence of such, Sebastian seemed completely free of worry as he sank into the plush depths of fabric. But his brown eyes shifted to the girl on the floor beside him, and he began to worry for her well-being. Rory was exhausted, and her eyes seemed to grow heavier as the silence did, her friend had yet to provide an answer. Mostly because he contemplated it deeply, trying to give his most honest reply.
Even so, he found his answer right before him. A hand slid to the edge of the fabric, and Sebastian forced himself into an upright position. His body urged him to fall back, but his thoughts told him otherwise. Ivory digits coursed through his dark mane, pulling his hair back and adjusting a black headband over his brow. From here he stood, relinquishing rights of the couch and taking a few steps towards Rory, who seemed to be falling asleep herself. Crouching down, he did his best not to wake her as he slid his arms beneath her, and lifted her from her back and legs. Carrying her petite frame was effortless, and he made his way back to the couch, only to set her down and pull down the throw-over.
She seemed so peaceful, even now in a world ruled by violence. In a sense she embodied hope, encouragement for him to look to a brighter day. Reason to keep living, and reason to keep trying. With her at his side, he couldn't allow his carefree attitude to drag them down, he had to be sure of her safety. It was his fault they were both here, and he could never fully atone for his ignorance. But at least he could try. "I wouldn't change for the world," he mummbled, but by now she had likely embraced her slumber. His words falling on deaf ears, he supposed.
"Adorable, really..." someone interupted, beginning a quiet slow clap. Sebastian's gaze shifted up to the approaching figure, an older gentlemen with a monocle and a suit. Alabaster digits clasped the helm to his cane, though he'd begun to remove the glove from his other fingers with the firm grip of his teeth. As the white cloth fell to the floor, his hand began to glow in hues of dark violet. Summoning life into the rug that clung to his hardwood floors. As if woken from the dead, it sprung to life, rising behind him as he gnarled, clenched his jaws and growled. As its arm came to rest around his throat, Sebastian eagerly placed his hands at his side, a full palm resting against the creature. "I see you've made yourself at home," the old man croaked, revealing a rather lively grin.
A grin that faded as his resurrected bear crumbled to dust. Sebastian's grip had taken ahold of it's empty hide, reducing the animated rug into a pile of teeth and claws. |
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Post by RORY on Apr 22, 2013 18:37:06 GMT -8
The rug had been enough to coax her into a pleasant, albeit light, sleep. One could tell she had fallen under by the her slowed breathing and relaxed form. Sebastian's relocation of her slender frame stirred her a tad, but as soon as her body met the cushions of the couch she fell even deeper into her slumber.
Oh if only good things would last for longer than five short minutes. A dream had begun to take shape in her subconscious mind's eye, but just as soon as the cloudiness began to fade, she was jolted from her slumber when a harsh clap hit her ears. She opened one eye, glancing at Sebastian who stood in front of her, blocking her view. A voice she didn't recognize was speaking. Rory remained horizontal, watching quietly as the rug she had just been laying on sprang to life. What the? She was certain she was dreaming.
The nightmarish rug was then turned to dust by Sebastian's hand. That destructive power of his had done away with the threat, and yet, Rory was frightened to see such a power do such things. The fact he could do that with a single touch was amazing, terrifying. Rory sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and addressed the elder man kindly. "Sorry, sir. We didn't mean to intrude, really. We're new here."
Her voice was a bit coarse from the sleep she had just been enjoying, but it carried its usual charm. "Sebastian, you just ruined his rug! How could you do such a thing?" She nagged, obviously still assuming this was but a dream.
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 29, 2013 12:56:41 GMT -8
As the rug faded to a pile of miscellaneous bones, Sebastian heard the clanking and ticking of metal behind him. A casual glance, looked to see the clocks on the mantle as they began to twist and expand. Their arms rotated, a swung to either side of the clocks body, while it contorted and writhed with live. At last, the time had come, and his mechanical dials stood in a semi-circle behind the intrusive boy. They towered over him, casting a heavy shadow over the two accomplices, and roused the young girl from her sleep. She spoke softly, rubbing her eyes as she tried her best to apologize to their guest. And it seemed to work, for the gentle, charming tone of her voice took him by surprise. It seemed as though he noticed the harmlessness of their presence, and gestured at once towards the air. One by one, the clock-soldiers stepped back to the way, sinking into a stationary position.
"My apologies, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot," he mused, following with a slight bow. He bent over momentarily, retrieving the white glove from the hardwood floor beneath, and revealing a rather feint scar across his scalp. As he rose, he circled to the right of the couch, gently prodding Rory's feet aside as he made room to sit. His hand glowed with the same violet hue, animating the wooden chair beside the fire. It creaked and groaned until it came alive and took several steps forth, forcing Sebastian into the seat. "Sit, please," he asked, though it was quite rhetorical.
As he sank into the chair, he expected some form of lock to bind him, but rather nothing happened. Instead, the gentleman had crossed his legs, adjusted his frames and proceeded to stare blanky between the two. "So, you're new around here" he spoke softly, frowning in its wake, "I suppose I'll be your mentor for now. Since you nearly got yourselves killed, feel free to ask any questions. I will make sure that your survival is more likely – but, no guarantees." And as the words fled his lips, it seemed that fortune had found it's way to the young pair, at last their questions could be answered.
"You and your girlfriend can call me Barclay," he spoke calmly to Sebastian. Though the misinformation provoked a dragged out "uhhh" and the young man ruffled his hair awkwardly, eyes averted to the wall. It was something that was always brought up, from the nature of their close relationship, but Sebastian usually let Rory answer. He didn't want to be the one to break the awkward silence.
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Post by RORY on Apr 30, 2013 6:51:34 GMT -8
Rory looked back at the clocks in wonderment as they came to life before returning to their dormant state once again. What an interesting gift. The girl looked back at the older man and smiled at his apology. She scooted herself over so he could sit down beside her and she studied him fully. He fit the Gorillas with his regal appeal and propriety. Rory decided she liked him. His gift had forced Sebastian into a sitting position as well next to the couch. He seemed to be a little out of his element, which humored Rory to no end.
"Yes, we are quite new. It seems we have a bit to learn." She spoke with a flush coloring her cheeks. Intrusiveness tended to embarrass her. Of course this had been Seb's fault. She shot him a look. "That's quite kind of you, sir. We would gladly accept your advice." Rory said, speaking for the two of them as was usually the case. "If you'd tell us a bit about what to expect looking forward, that would be grand."
He introduced himself to Sebastian, then. She took note of his name without offering her own for the attention was currently being forced upon her friend. Rory smirked at his assumption and at Sebastian's obvious discomfort. "The pleasure is ours, Barclay. I am Rosalind but please call me Rory. That's Sebastian." She said, a dainty finger pointing at the uncomfortable man sitting awkwardly in the chair. Rory purposely ignored the girlfriend comment in order to further cause Sebastian discomfort. A smug smile fit her features as she relaxed back into the couch with a sigh of content escaping her lips. "Are you a true criminal, Barclay? Or are you like us?" She pondered aloud, her previous fatigue creeping up over her once again.
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