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Maxwell House :: Will you survive?
http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/1618/mhbanner1.jpg ||OOC and Profile Thread|| NO LONGER ACCEPTING PEOPLE, THANK YOU ||WARNINGS BEFORE READING|| This RP may contain gore, though that is up to the players as to how much. There is romance, but obey the rules of Mene. PG 13, no extreme descriptions of romance. If you don't remember the Mene rules concerning this, then I advise you to go and read the rules. Though this RP will mention rape and other sensitive topics, it will NOT go into description of it. ..||Plot For years children have gone missing without a single trace left behind. Left and right missing posters have been stapled to light posts, bulletin boards, anything you could possibly post something on. Have you ever wondered what possibly could have happened to them? It couldn't be simple. It's not like they were all taken by the same person.... or were they? Doctor Maxwell is a wealthy, old man with toy factories all over the world. Over the years his mind... changed. Everyone noticed the new Maxwell, but no one knew where he came from. The doctor had no family, friends, or even acquaintances. No one knew if he even had a mistress or two for company when he felt he needed it. It wasn't because he was a bad man that he had no companions, he was anti-social. Every party invitation he received was rejected, same with the raining offers of dates. Maxwell didn't care to socialize, it confused plenty of his employees. How could a toy maker refuse to be near people? Shouldn't they be funny and social-able? Not Maxwell. He was too busy with an unknown... hobby. You see, Maxwell bought himself an island. Somehow, the people he bought the island from died of unknown causes. Quickly a mansion was built, but the builders never returned home and their families weren't informed of where they were going. The mansion's windows were barred, then wooden planks were nailed on top. The exit was concealed, only Maxwell knew the way out. The second floor became a child's paradise filled with anything a minor could dream of; an indoor pool, toy room, musical instruments galore, and so much more. It was as if he was expecting to spoil a plethora of children. The second floor consisted of twelve bedrooms, two were enormous and the rest were an average size, along with a basic kitchen and a relatively large dining room with a table big enough to allow twenty people to sit at it. The people who made the house expected Maxwell himself to live in it... but that wasn't the case. In fact, he would only step inside his child's paradise once every two months. What did this have to do with The missing children mentioned earlier? Well, if you haven't figured that out yet... Here's where you put two and two together. Doctor Maxwell kidnaps children and forces them to live in his mansion, though some are actually more than eager to go. He finds children with something wrong with them whether it's mental or physical, schizophrenia or PTSD, lunge cancer or asthma. Somehow they had to appeal to him after he took his time to watch them each carefully. He was able to manipulate his words to persuade the children that his home was better suited for them; if they refused to go, then they were knocked out and taken anyway. No matter what the child was unconscious eventually so they didn't know the whereabouts of the mansion and didn't know the way out. And, depending on how Maxwell felt, the child could get help. What if he hated the child? Then they probably are even more likely to die than they already were. Then again... what did it matter? Once they reached the age of eighteen they suddenly disappeared anyway, which most believe that they were killed. They are trapped inside the mansion, a place seemingly perfect. No electronics are to be found; no phones or televisions. Such nonsense would enable them contact with the outside world, Maxwell didn't want that..... ..||Brief Explanation First off..... NO IT IS NOT NAMED AFTER THE DAMNED COFFEE. I, Aru, do NOT drink coffee... thus I did not realize that MAXWELL HOUSE was a brand of COFFEE. I find coffee disgusting, honestly. You can like it if you want but.. BLEH. Second, you will be playing as a child inside of the mansion. You can choose your age so long as it's in between 5 and 17. There is NO way out, so don't make your child pretend like they know... because they wouldn't have the slightest clue. When kids disappear from the mansion, the other children either assume they were killed or set free. This is where you decide if you're an optimist or a pessimist. You can ONLY be a child in the house, if you want to be something "special", then please PM me about it. Oh, and I didn't steal this idea from anywhere. I actually had a dream about all of this crazy crap. Suppose that makes it even more bizarre, huh? o_o Think how I felt having such a dream! It was insane! Haha. ..||Rules [1]All Mene rules apply, der. [2]LITERACY IS MUY IMPORTANTE, AKA VERY IMPORTANT. No less than TWO SOLID PARAGRAPHS and I don't mean that "I put three sentences and then hit enter twice and made three more". It means at least TEN sentences PER POST. I would prefer more. If you cannot handle this, then please don't join. I will allow that some paragraphs are allowed to be shorter than others and don't have to reach the 10 sentences minimum, but only if you make more than two paragraphs. [3]No flooding, double posting, spamming, flaming, marysues, godmoding, power playing, etc. [4]This is rated R for MANY reasons. If you do not think you can handle the rating, then please do not join the RP. Though, it is DESCRIBED in a PG 13 manner. [5]You better read everything or else you might screw yourself =\ All of the information isn't set in one condensed area. [6]There IS tons of violence, well... can be. So, if you don't like that, then leave. =) Don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. [7]You can join whenever, just PM me your profile. The only way you CAN'T join is if Maxwell is dead. And, if you are a new child, we have to talk about when Maxwell is bringing you because you can't just POP up. [8]Romance is allowed, I don't care. Just don't make a seven year old fall in love... that's ridiculous. Also, keep it PG 13. No sex scenes described. If you wanna be all like... imply it? but NOT go into description at all, then whatever. Just so long as it is skipped over. Rules are rules. [9]Keep it at a good ratio. If there's more girls, be a guy! AS OF 5/17/2010: ONLY ACCEPTING MALES. THERE'S TOO MANY FEMALES XD lmao. [10]BE ACTIVE. IF YOU DISAPPEAR WITHOUT TELLING ME THEN I WILL KILL OFF YOUR CHARACTER. [11]PM YOUR CHARACTER SHEET TO ME. [12]Put "Locomotive" at the end of your character sheet when you PM it to me if you read this. =P Important Notes: Oh, did I forget to mention that sometimes Maxwell "punishes" his children? Yeah... I suppose that's important. Only physical abuse will be described, if I feel like it. Generally I will say "so and so can be heard screaming" and I may say what part of you hurt and then you decide HOW you got hurt. Anytime he rapes someone I will just implied it happened, but never describe it. These are used NOT because I'm some crazy pedophile (which I have been accused of one time when I hosted this RP), but because it makes you HATE Maxwell more and gives your character a REASON to fear him... otherwise there's no reason to fear him. He's like... eighty years old and not that strong. Also, Maxwell comes every two months to deliver medication and supplies. If you run out before he comes back again, then tough luck. ..||Character Sheet I would like it if what you see as bold stays bold and what you see large stays large o.o I used size 7 for the blocks and the name. Size 1 was used for the credit section. Since, unlike other forum boards, Mene's code thing won't just show the code... Code:
I DECIDED THIS IS AN ACTUAL CHARACTER I SHALL BE PLAYING BUT I DON'T WANT TO COPY AND PASTE HIM IN BOTH PLACES. JUST KEEP IN MIND HE IS ANOTHER CHARACTER. ..■□■Christoph Olin Gabriel■□■.. Credit: on Deviantart by Old Motel Bed http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs18/i/2007/204...d_Motel_Bed.jpghttp://fc05.deviantart.net/fs18/i/20..._Motel_Bed.jpg My name is Gabriel and I am sixteen as of November 13th and I am male. I feel that I am bisexual, since I like both genders, but everyone assumes I'm straight. I reside in room number five and Dr. Maxwell brought me to his mansion because I suffer from hallucinations, chronic depression, and suicidal tendencies. I want to stay Maxwell's mansion because I feel I deserve every bit of pain that old man can dish out at me. For two years I have lived here. Characters You Need to Know Only some of them will gain a character sheet These characters are NOT meant to be offered to play. Certain characters, that are not mine, get in this spot because their character is either a special child or they have so many years practically everyone should know them. If you feel your character should be up here, and they are not, please PM me and give me why you should be. I could have just forgotten you, we all make mistakes. Doctor Maxwell: The roughly eighty-five year old male that looks like he is in his forties. He's a pedophile by nature and has a short temper. I'd describe him more, but I think it's obvious how he is through the plot line. Tarin: Tarin is the oldest child in Maxwell House and has seen a lot of things that most girls shouldn't have to. She's seventeen and will be eighteen shortly, people are already worrying what's going to happen to her. Everyone adores Tarin because she is practically the mother of the household and didn't gave a favorite title because she tattled. Maxwell just honestly trusts Tarin. She delivers the pills and makes sure everyone takes what they need to, cooks every meal and is willing to make snacks if asked, does laundry, cleans whatever she feels she has to, helps teach the children whatever they need to learn, is a general babysitter, and constantly sacrifices herself to Maxwell so another child won't get hurt. She feels that everything is her fault no matter what anyone tell her and no one knows why. Cupid: The only reason he needs to be on this list is because he has been here roughly three and a half years and knew the infamous Rod, who has become long forgotten since so few people know about him now. The other reason he needs to be mentioned is because Cupid is one of the few people who is actually trying to get a way out. Sadly, his depression causes him to take forever finding the way out. Maxwell knows he's trying to get out and purposely gives him less medication than everyone else. He knows that when Cupid gets depressed that he stops what he's trying to do and is too gloomy to be around anyone. He's also, currently as I write this, the only hated in the house. Rod: The guy Tarin is continuously thinking about as of recently, might be different later on... but as I type this it's what it is. He disappeared two years ago, but only few people know why. Rod was daring enough to pick the lock of the locked room and entered the place no one dared to even think of entering. Rod told no one what he saw, the only person he considered telling was Tarin and she had enough going on as it was. Maxwell was in the mansion less than a day after he found out and took him away; no one knows if he's dead or alive. Gabe: He has been here awhile and is the dude who sacrifices himself much like Tarin, but for a different reason: he feels that he deserves it. For reasons unknown to his peers, Gabe (or Christoph) hates himself and wants anything Maxwell can dish out at him. Luckily, well... I guess for him it's unluckily, his body can handle the abuse. The Twins: They will only be mentioned by Tarin and people only know what they look like, not who they are. The twins are a little girl and boy that are around four years old who were recently taken out of the house by Maxwell himself. No one knows where they came from and they were only seen the day they were taken out which was roughly a month ago. ((I play them)) Character Sheets You Need to Read Tarin and Cupid, then it varies on how long you have been here. Tarin has been here four years and Cupid for three and a half, so you HAVE to know they at least exist. Especially since Tarin and Cupid make themselves known. Cupid through his antics and Tarin through her motherly actions such as cooking, cleaning, etc. Read Ryudo, he's been here six years. As well as Muirenn, who has been here four. I'd recommend reading the three people who are two years as well. Actually... I'd say read everyone. o.o Just check out the years for EVERYONE to figure out if you would know them. You will mainly know anyone on the LOVE list and the HATED list. Neutrals tend to be neutral because they are generally shy and quiet people so you don't have to know them. Well... know they exist. You don't have to know everything about them. Pretty much figure it out on your own. It's your character, how would I know exactly who they would know? Just be realistic =) REMEMBER TO READ THE CHARACTERS IN THE PROFILE/OOC THREAD. LINK IN THE BEGINNING OF THIS POST. ..||Children/PCs Tarin Mei, Cupid, Kyle Lee, Wendrix "Rix" Heinz, and Christoph Olin Gabriel aka Gabe are played by DearSweetAru. Taylor and Erin "Jinx" Anne Owen are played by Keyasha. Neo X. Fatale -- 'X', Jiao Sun, and Jean Lewie DePierre are played by r_e_n_o_Love. Clariece Monica Daily is played by Rising_Violet. Alexis Zapporo Inesha is played by AleRae. Sarayu Kazue Aomori is played by Seridano. Erin Joseph Alexii is played by Malice. Rien Areal Zirco is played by Alexxxiel. Ryudo Kaiyuu, Muirenn McCuinn aka "Divine", "Goddess" "Queen", etc., and Zachary Markus are played by PhoenixIllusion. Dereck F. Landon is played by Abomination. Atticus Johnson is played by trytostopyou ..||Maxwell's Lists You do NOT choose what list you are on. I decided what list you fit based off of your character sheet. Loved children get more presents and are treated far better than anyone. Neutral can actually get ignored a lot, but they still get the meds and such they need. Hated are neglected, beaten often, and get less medication than anyone. Loved Tarin Jinx Erin Gabe Jiao Ryudo Muirenn Zack Atticus Neutral Taylor Kyle Kylie Rix X Alexis Sarayu Lewie Raz Dereck Hated Cupid Clariece ..||Layout of Maxwell House MADE WITH PAINT 8DDD ha ha! It may be slightly confusing... follow the arrows and imagine it flipped the right way. The stairs from the first floor lead to the second floor stairs that are next to the cleaning closet. The stairs on the second floor by the Sports Room lead you to the attic, that everyone is afraid of. Attic http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...Had/mhmap3.jpg Second Floor - Leisure Quarters http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...Had/mhmap2.jpg First Floor - Living Quarters http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/f...Had/mhmap1.jpg Rooms Not Shown and Why: Maxwell's Room: Though, yes, it has a place on the map... It really deserves its own map. I haven't bothered making it yet because there hasn't been any sign of conspiracy which is the only reason anyone would be dumb enough (or daring enough) to enter Maxwell's room. =) Basement: Because people don't know how to get in it! They know there is one because when they walk they can hear an echo but nothing more. It is clear to be hollow, clear to be there, but not clear HOW to get there. The Room Maxwell Comes Out Of: Same reason as Maxwell's Room. Important Thing About The Attic: People are afraid to go in it because they hear noises in it that they cannot decipher. The line on the map shoes where the light stops showing and, literally, turns to pitch black. The boxes blocking the rest of the way don't really help. ..||Rooms You are allowed to share rooms so don't freak out if they are all taken. (Note that the dining room table has 22 chairs) [1]Tarin and Muirenn [2]Lewie [3]Gabe and Atticus [4]Erin and Zack [5]Cupid and Sarayu [6]Taylor [7]Ryudo and Dereck [8]Raz [9]X and Jiao [10]Kyle and Kylie [11]Rix and Alexis [12]Clara and Jinx ..||Journal Entries Found and Misc. These are important to find for they give you clues to get out Journal Entries: None. Misc.: None. ..||Secrets Found In The House Secrets [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [Dry Blood Smeared Katana - Next to Maxwell's Nightstand Closest to Window] [15] [16] [17] [18] [Condoms - Maxwell's Dresser] [Used Condom - Under Tarin's bed] [21] [22] [23] [24] [25] [Blunt Knife - Maxwell's Nightstand] [Loose Rope - Hanging from Maxwell's Ceiling] [28] Found: 5. Hidden: 23. ..||Dearly Departed This is where a list of everyone who dies in this RP goes. Yeah, you can die. ---------- FIRST POST http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/583/maxaffy.gif -------------------------------------------Across the ocean lies a place where no one would care to go, A mansion filled with troubled children who cannot escape his grasp, Alas, alas, Why has all gone wrong? Left and right the children cry for loved ones long gone, Their sanity has left them, The pain grows worse day by day, But here they scream, Here they whimper, Here they beg, Plead, And yell, That someday, maybe, someone will save them from this Hell. He was the new guy; the replacement. The world of Dr. Maxwell was entirely new to him and he wasn't sure he could accept it. Each day he watched these children and heard the occasional grunt from the prisoner chained to the wall of his office. Years ago the prisoner would have tried to get away, but he had given up on such a dream long ago. The sight of him caused the new employee's stomach to churn. The young prisoner's ribs could clearly be seen since Dr. Maxwell rarely ever fed him; he only gave him enough to live all these years. The stench coming off of his body was wretched, but the new guy was only permitted to watch the television screens, not to do anything about the prisoner. |
Her stare stayed steady on the kitchen wall. She had spent the night observing it's tiny hills. Some of them formed into each other, others had some distance between them. X imagined that if she could fit between them, about a mile would divide them. Some, she could tell by looking at them closely, were broken, incomplete. Age had warn them away, they needed to be fixed.
X's eyes closed as she heard the voice of Maxwell, and in one leap she got down from the counter in a crouching position. The life of surviving on the streets was still in her system. She inhaled, then exhaled, as she attempted to clear up her senses. She stood up slowly and wobbled. Her head felt light. X waited till the lightness had cleared up before she continued on. When she came into the room Maxwell was in, Cupid was already on the ground. Her instinct made her go down to his level. but she refused to touch him. Even with her gloves on that was to much connection, to much of an opening for vulnerability. "Are you broken again Cupid?" Her eyes went from him to the bag. She had noted that whenever Cupid would get like this, after Maxwell came with that bag and he would give Cupid a bottle, and Cupid would be fixed. So with that logic, she went around and grabbed the bag, and pulled out the bottle, and with the bottle in hand she went back over to Cupid. She carefully observed the boy. He looked dead, but his chest was going up and down. She stared at the bottle, not knowing what to do now. Nate had always been the one to fix her, and she had never been awake when he did because whenever her body became broken, it seemed like she was drifting more towards that forever sleep she feared. She didn't want to spend forever in the nightmares that awaited her every time she closed her eyes for to long. |
Sitting up with a fright, Clara was surprised that the yelling wasn't coming from her own throat for once, but instead it was coming from down the hall. Glancing at the door, Clariece saw a large, bear-like figure standing in the doorway, hunched over with glowing green eyes. Any thoughts she had of climbing out of bed and going to see what was happening down the hall was immediately abolished by the monstrous figure. "Clara-bean, lets go play." Shaking her head furiously, Clara dove under her pillow, pulling her covers tightly around her. Usually she took this medicine that made the monsters and ghosts leave her alone, but ever since she had punched Tarin, Clara found that her medicine disappeared quicker than it had before.. and the monsters came back keeping her from leaving her room on many occasions.
Something sat on the edge of her bed and touched her shoulder, making Clara shiver. "What's wrong, Clara-bean? You're not still mad at me are you?" Shaking her head, the girl heard a muffled chuckle from right next to her. "I can't hear a head-shake Clara-bean." Taking a deep breath she pushed the covers back and moved the pillow from her head, sitting up to look at her father that was sitting on her bed. "Is that really you Daddy? Or are you a monster playing tricks on me again?" The man reached forward and pushed Clariece's hair behind her ear. "Of course it's me Clara-bean... Let's go play." Nodding, she stepped out of bed, her night gown falling over her knees as she looked up at the man, "You look just like your mother..." Clara jumped a step back, putting her hands up as if she were ready to fight, but the hallucination just frowned at her. "It's okay, Clara... We're just going to play today." Feeling overwhelming relief, Clara followed the hallucination of her father out of her room, and turned to see X run into Cupid's room. Not that she knew either of them very well, she just knew that Cupid would sometimes be around Tarin... and how much she wanted to hurt Cupid sometimes for no particular reason. "Daddy... what's going on?" She looked up at the man that wasn't there, and he looked down the hall and frowned faintly. "Well I think that Doctor Maxwell is here." "Oh!" She had mixed feelings about the old man, and a particular fear that she hadn't felt for any adult before. So she turned to her father, putting her hands against his chest. "You stay here, Daddy... I'll go see what's going on." With that she jogged down the hall, peering in curiously where Maxwell was. Even though she knew better than to be nosy... She couldn't help herself. Besides, there was a fairy flying around Maxwell's head... It had been so long since she saw a fairy she couldn't help but to stare.. they didn't exist in this house.. or they rarely came in. That had to mean that he had been outside recently... Then a large dog head with wings flew out from a corner and ate the fairy. "No!" Covering her mouth she sat against the wall, tears falling down her cheeks. The monsters always ate the fairies... It was one reason that Clara didn't want to be here anymore. |
Alexis had been scratching at the walls with her newest toothbrush again. Maxwell bought her new ones from time to time, after the old ones were falling apart from so many bleach treatments. She knew that she would never ever get the room clean again once Rix moved it. Her eye twitched. Nasty nasty, dirty dirty.. She picked at a scab and wiped at the blood with a sanitizing wipe. "The burn means it's working.. the burn means it's working.." She twitched facially again, tugging at her skin. She went down to visit Maxwell like a good child and saw Clara. She heard the weeping and her instant reaction was to run back into her room and slam the door, locking all 23 deadbolts, chains and various other locks.. But she heard Maxwell's voice in her head telling her she better ship up or she would suffer.. Suffer, she hated that word...
She walked up to Clara like she was avoiding an infectious disease patient and offered her a wipe for her tears. "Here. Use this. The saline in tears can cause nasty viral infections and lead to seeping sores and stuff. So yeah." Her eye twitched. What if the girl bit her and had gingivitis? What if, heaven forbid, she hugged her? She'd definitely have to burn these clothes. She looked over into the room Maxwell was in and saw Rix. The sheer amount of fabrics wrapped around her and the trailing, mangled, dirt-catching trailing made her yelp in pain looking at. She was so fucked. She began cleaning at her left arm furiously, friction burn immediately visible. |
Taylor was awoken to screaming and yelling. She hadn't gotten much sleep anyway; she had been sick all week. Her pills had run out and she knew that her condition would only worsen if she didn't have her cocktail soon. Dying without going to her mother's grave one last time and seeing the clouds would make her death in vain; she refused to give up. Usually, the blonde was more than willing to give up, but the memory of her mother's sacrifice for Taylor's life always made her think different. The lack of sleep and her condition didn't help the fact that she heard screaming outside. Taylor went into a fit. She knew it was Maxwell, but for some reason he popped into her head. For then on, she couldn't get him out of her head. Taylor pulled at her hair to try and remove the scary man from her memories. Her body gave in and soon she was lost in the horrible memories that she had tried her hardest to get to go away. She herself screamed without even realizing it and faded away from reality.
Kylie had no clue what was going on. One minute, they were being introduced to their new "family." (Kylie just saw them as people they were living with. What a family was to her, she wasn't sure. She didn't remember hers...) The next mintue, though, her twin brother Kyle (that's what he told her anyway. They looked so alike she had to believe him) was dragging her off to their new room. She had been nervous at the fact that they'd not only be sharing a room, but a bed too. Kylie didn't have time to think of that now, though. Kyle pulled her into the bed and into his arms. The little girl had to admit she was somewhat frightened. The Doctor had been so nice to them, and now he was yelling. She didn't like the side of him that yelled... Jinx had been getting up a little early the past week because she knew Maxxie would be coming soon to drop off food, pills for the crazies, and possibly more roommates. God, she hated almost everyone here. They were all crazy, even Cupid who she had been flirting with for the past week. Hey, he was the only game in town when Maxwell wasn't here. Jinx had put on one of her shorter skirts and a low cut v-neck red shirt to greet Maxwell. She was so happy he was here because she things she wanted to discuss with him but, like always, he was more concerned with Tarin and was busy yelling at everyone. Jinx had become very jealous and angry. It wasn't long before she was yelling herself. "Maxwell, I want to move! That...that crazy is stealing all the nice things you buy me, I swear! I want my own room! She's driving me crazy!" She followed him screaming. How come he paid so much attention to Tarin? Wasn't Jinx ten times prettier than her and had a better personality? Tarin was always concerned with everyone else that she didn't even pay attention to her looks and when he wasn't doing that, she locked herself in her room and pouted like a baby. Jinx could offer Maxwell so much more and she knew it. Now only to convince Maxwell. The man chained to the wall hung limply in his shackles. For years he had been like this: chained, unfed, and ignored. If he had nothing to live for, he would have died long ago. He had her to live for. Anyone would stay alive, even if it was this life, for her. He no longer lifted his head to watch the television screens along with the employee who monitored them, he also no longer tried to escape; it was futile. He was started to loose hope that he'd ever get to escape and be with her again. The prisoner didn't even look up when a man entered the room from outside to talk to the employee. He knew he was so close to the outside world but so far away. There's not way he'd leave without her, though. The prisoner recognized this man; he visited him often when he first became a prisoner. Was that so long ago...? The prisoner did scream as the blonde man bit his neck. He remembered the man was a sick fucker, always fucking with the prisoner and torturing him. Nothing phased him anymore, though. He could take the torture. He could take the lack of food. He could take the pain. What he couldn't take, though, was what he was saying about Tarin. What the prisoner wouldn't give to kick this guy so hard in the nuts that they fell off. But even if he had the chance he doubted he had the strength to do anything. There was one person he hated in this world more than anyone. More than his parents, more than his brother, and more than the people who fucked with him...and that was Maxwell. It was he who tortured Tarin and caused him to part with her, and that was unacceptable. The prisoner fell to the ground as the blonde man set him free. Was Tarin really in trouble? A free prisoner would normally first think of escape, but not him. All he could think about was Tarin and her safe being. Maxwell better fucking watch it. Weak or not, he would protect her best as he could. |
Sara sat in the middle of the floor trembling like a leaf. She had a comforter wrapped so tightly around herself it almost looked as though it'd only be a few more centimeter's before her skin became part of the fabric, adding to its rich texture. She knew that Maxwell was wandering about the house, she could hear him, and that had only reinforced the notion that it was better for everyone if she kept to her room. Of course, keeping to her room probably shouldn't have involved bolting it from the inside while Cupid was off doing... Well, to be quite honest, she couldn't say she cared what he was doing. Men simply weren't trustworthy. No, there were definitely no trustworthy men here.
Carefully worming a hand out through a small opening in her self-made blanket cocoon, Sara reached for a small brush, intending to finish her calligraphy. Even now she continued the daily lessons that her parents had forced upon her, clinging to them as though they could provide some bit of normalcy through all the unfamiliar madness and the screams. The screams...she could hear them now and, if she thought about it, they'd been drifting up through the floorboards more often lately, reminding her of her own screams that day, of her throat opening and forcing out sound after shrill sound until it was raw and aching and she couldn't use it for a few days. Of course, everyone else had interpreted her silence as something else entirely, not that anyone had taken much notice of her yet. After all, she'd hardly been able to bring herself to venture out of her room. As far as she knew, Cupid and Maxwell were the only one who even knew she existed, and oh how she wished they didn't, wished it more fervently than she'd ever wished for anything else in her entire life. Of course it was futile and she knew that, she did but... Beneath the half formed caligraphy, two characters, man and woman, she wrote a small personal quote: I am in hell and I have no soul. |
((Just a quick explanation before posting o.o though... Imma wait a bit to post for a couple more people to join xDDD ha ha.
CUPID IS NOT IN HIS ROOM D: Some of you seem to think he is! He isn't. Cupid is in the MAIN AREA, which isn't actually labeled Main Area on the map... It's First Floor and it's the area where "Carpet =)" is. He is somewhere near Room 1 but not entirely close to it, probably knocked out somewhere on the carpet actually... but he was holding onto Maxwell's ankle to prevent him from going into Tarin's room, which is Room 1. @[email protected]; I'm sorry if I... wrote it confusing...? I unno. @[email protected] ALSO: I decided that Gabe is another character 8D So I'm playing him too xDD He is the example character sheet. If you haven't read it, I suggest you do XD Imma make a brief post for him xDDD so people know he is there)) "Precious, do as you please. If having a different room or roommate would make you happier, then go ahead! But right now I am busy. I need to punish Tarin for disobedience..." Dr. Maxwell made sure to be calm with Jinx, since she was a favorite of his and had yet to do anything to displease him. Making her happy in turn made him happy as well. Usually he would want to give her more attention, but knowing that Tarin deliberately chose not to greet him and was hiding away in her room aggravated him to no end. He felt an obsessive need to get everyone's attention, even if only for a moment, when he entered this domain; it was, after all, his mansion. But today Tarin was being selfish and hid in her room. |
((So... I lied. xD My friends, who are also frequent RPers have given me run of the computer, buwahahah! ....So I might post on occasion the next few days... I shall just be slow.. ^_^ ))
Clara looked up at Alexis, and wiped the tears away before she noticed the wipe. Hearing the horrific description of what tears could do to one's face. However she looked at the single wipe with some criticism, she would have rather had two or three.. She liked even numbers and sets of three. "Thank you.." Dutifully Clara wiped away the tears, however she didn't know what to do with the wipe afterwords, she was certain that Alexis had a good reason for not wanting it back. Then more yelling stirred up. Why did so much have to happen whenever Maxwell came along? Everyone either panicked, fought, or feared. Lost and confused Clara glanced down the hall, searching for the figure of her father but he had disappeared. Choking back a few more tears, she stood up, her hands balling into fists has she listened to Jinx complain, squeezing the wipe she had used for her tears. She better not be talking about me, I don't steal ANYTHING.. Why the guilty conscience then? Pounding came from the stairs and a boy appeared, tossing himself in Maxwell's way to Tarin's room. Clara heard what the boy had to say, and her eyes widened. "No.. don't say that.." Christoph was his name, she heard Maxwell say it, stumbling after him and Maxwell, she tripped over her feet, thanks to her loose socks. "No Christoph! Don't do it!" She bit her tongue when she tripped, and could taste blood in her mouth. Tears in her eyes, Clara looked up at the closed door and saw a monster looming in front of it. "Clara-bean.." The grey figure laughed sardonically. "I won't!" She shouted at it, and sat up, and hugged her knees while sitting on the carpet, looking away from room number three. You didn't hit Tarin.. you didn't threaten to hit Tarin... Clara had learned that well. She had also dropped the wipe on the ground when she fell. |
Alexis twitched slightly as Clara spoke. Thank gods she didn't touch me. She back up in fear as she yelled to Christoph, fearing she'd touch her. "You're.. Y... You're w-w-elcome.." The words sounded twisted as they seeped from her throat. But when Clara tripped, her worst fears came true. Clara clipped her leg, BARELY, as she ran after the boy.
Alexis snapped and began screaming. She ran blindly into the open area, and unfortunately smacked directly into Rix. "AH! SHIT! UNCLEAN! UNCLEAN!" She scooched on her butt away from the child, wiping at herself uncontrollably, her eyes automatically tearing up from pain, though her brain never noticed it. It appeared she was oblivious to Christoph's sudden self-sacrifice or Cupid's unconscious existence. She knew who they were, obviously, but no idea what they looked like or why they mattered TOO much. It was time she learned though.. |
X fidgeted with the bottle in her hand, her eyes merely peaked up at Cupid. There was nothing she could do for him, nothing that she could think of anyways,. Her breath grew shaky as her mind pondered between the boy and Maxwell. Maxwell confused her, sometimes he would he would be civilized, other times barbaric. If Nate was here, he would probably call him an idiot. She dusted the thought from her head, believing that she had no right. He was her superior now, not Nate.
Her mind began to further drift as Jinx came in with her demands. She really did seem to have Maxwell wrapped around her fingers. If not for Tarin, perhaps this place would be her while Maxwell was away. She had a personality that could make her dominant if she were to push it. Her trance broke the moment Chris came in. All ordinary... accurate. She swallowed when Maxwell kicked Cupid, and her body tensed when she heard Clara's cries. "All apart of the natural organization of this environment. Maxwell well leave soon, and the rest shall begin again... mildly," X muttered. It was all she could do to keep herself calm to resist the urge to inflict great pain on Maxwell. This happiness of his did not associate well with her body. It felt inaccurate to her idea of the word. She jumped with the sound of the door closing. She didn't dare stare at it, the noises that came from that room made her nerves unsettled. X gave a better gaze to Cupid this time. She felt the need to get him to a place less hostile. But that involved touching him. The very thought of it made her shake. She closed her eyes, and the bottle slipped from her fingers. She took in a deep breath, and then let it go. X picked the bottle up as she maneuvered herself so that she could lift the boy up. Her hands reached for his arm after she had placed his bottle safely in her pocket. It took all her might to keep herself from dropping him once she got up. Why couldn't one of the more willing be here to carry this burden? "Clara stop. Your body doesn't have the capability of going against Maxwell. Chris does." Her voice shook along with her body. Her eyes drifted to Alexis. She had no idea what to do for her, she was unstable again. It really didn't help her hold on to the boy any at all. Oh! How she wished that this was a fight of survival, she would have no troubling killing Cupid. Being a sister was to difficult. "Nate...." ================ Lewie turned over in his new bed. It took him a moment to realize all this wasn't a dream, it was real. This bed, was like the one he once had, and his body was free to move around. His eyes opened, this wasn't where he had spent the past while at. This place was foreign. He pulled himself out of bed, and felt the walls. He hadn't felt them in the longest time, he'd only been trapped within them. "Le moque d'enfer" A smile drew upon his face a disbelief. this was to far fetched to be anything real. Perhaps an insane illusion made possible by to many drugs being pumped into his room, or perhaps it was simply a dream. Who was that man anyway who had came into his room? He could have been the start of this Wonderland conspiracy. Of course he felt himself more of a Mad Hatter than an Alice. He was mad enough to be, in the loon kind of way of course. At any rate, be this real or fantasy, he just had to venture. He moved toward the door, and some how managed to slip passed the excitement of the others. ================ Like every morning Jiao was up early enough to make herself look pretty, but late enough so she could enjoy the comforts of normalcy. She was still on the verge of her old ways. she just couldn't help it. She feared that people would look down upon her if they saw even the smallest of flaws. Perfection was key, and that would never leave her, no matter how much she wanted it too. Jiao turned the page in the book she had been reading. It was then that she heard Maxwell call. "Aw. One more page. Just one more please. Maxwell will understand, but I haven't seen him in like forever, and these books are always here to read." She read one last word to finish her place, and then made her way out of the library with a cheerful skip, and smile. On her way down the hall she bumped into Lewie. "Oh! I'm sorry. Oh! You're new, you must be." "New indeed mademoiselle. Jean Lewie DePierre is my name, but you may call me Lewie or Lew." He gave a bow to go along with his introduction. "Jiao Sun," she said with a curtsy. She looked passed Lewie, and then gave him a smile. "We should probably go and greet Maxwell now, if you haven't already." "Maxwell, tis that Mr. Creepy man's true name?" "Mi-st-er-Cree-py Man? That's not very polite.... I mean.... You real-" Lewie placed a finger on her lips. "Imma afraid Imma be goin meh own route. But have fun on ya own." He moved on after that leaving Jiao very confused. However, she didn't let it stop her to long because she continued on till she came to the rest of the group. She was there in time to catch Maxwell close his door. The rest of what was going on, she had no idea of. It looked a mess though. "Oh dear...." She glanced down at Alexis. She took the chance of going to her. "Alexis. You can go clean up if you want to. I'll tell Maxwell I told you to go." She knew better than to touch her. That would probably just make matters worse. |
((This reply will prooobably be short but I'm waiting on Keyasha to reply with teh prisoner 8D but I felt this people needed to respond before she did so))
X was right when it came to who could take on what Maxwell had to dish out best. Besides, Christoph preferred he got every punishment since, truthfully, he was the only person here who wanted it. Some of the others would accept it or sacrifice themselves for the sake of others, much like Tarin, but it was only Gabe who did it for himself for he felt he deserved anything the old man could dish out at him. There were times where he came out of Maxwell's room covered in blood, spit, and semen, but no discontent showed across his rather expressionless face. After such a mess he was found sitting in the shower room on the floor as the water washed over his naked body covered in wounds, but all the young teen would do was mutter in German and pray no one understood him. |
Taylor had drifted into another sleep half way during her hyllocinations. Thank God... Was all she could think. She was thankful she didn't have to recall ALL of her memories. With what little strength she had, Taylor managed to sit up slowly and look around. There was still some walking going on outside but the yelling had stopped. What had she missed? The blond knew she was getting worse and knew she might not have the strength to get up but if she wanted to get better, she had to. Taylor threw off the covers and held onto the bed as she got up from it. It took her a good long minute but finally she had reached the door and opened it. She needed her pills. There were so many people out there though...what were they doing? She saw X was carrying Cupid. Taylor didn't speak often, but she had to ask. "Wh-what happened...?
The noises had died down outside their bedroom door, for now, but she was still a little afraid to go out. She didn't seem as afraid as Kyle was, though. What was wrong with him? Kylie didn't realize it was most likely due to the fact that the screaming and fighting reminded him of their life before Maxwell "saved" them. This was a life that Kylie had no recollection of. The little girl looked up into almost a mirror of herself as she spoke. "I think everything is safe now, Kyle." The girl stated in a comforting tone. Jinx was frozen in shock. Maxwell had given her what she had asked for, but it wasn't really what she had wanted. She wanted some of his time. But instead he drug Gabe off alone into his room. Why? What could they talk about for the hours they usually spend in there? For being a redhead, she was clueless to what really went on around here. Either that or she just decided to ignore it for the sake of her sanity and continuance of love for Maxwell. Jinx pouted. She really wanted to go do something upstairs but she wanted to wait here for Maxwell and Gabe to be done talking. A loud sigh escaped her lips. Her mind started drifting to her room situation. She and Tarin had one of the largest rooms in the house. Even if she had a room alone it wouldn't be as big. Maybe she should just make Clara move out. Then she would have one of the biggest rooms in the house to herself, like Tarin did. This thought made her mad. Tarin had three times less stuff that Jinx did and the girl still had a room to herself. Jinx turned her anger on Clara. "Clara! You heard Maxwell, I get what I want so start getting your stuff out of my room and move in with someone else!" Jinx demanded. the redhead had no actual proof that the girl was stealing her things, she just assumed. Things always went missing, though, had you seen that mess? Jinx just wanted people to turn their attention on her and be jealous of her was all. Her mind always went to whatever made that a reality. One at a time, that's all he had to focus on. Just one step at a time..The prisoner took the first step. It was hard to think of only the stairs when he mind was only on Tarin. He was successful at a second step, and a third, but the forth fucked him over. Who would have thought that going down stairs would be so difficult. It would be, though, for someone who had been unfed, tortured, and shackled for years. The prisoner had misjudged the forth step. His grip on the railing was removed as he fell down the stairs and landed hard at the bottom. It didn't hurt, though. This was nothing compared to what he had gone through. Now he just had to get up. The prisoner was oblivious to everyone around him, but they were not oblivious to him. Some smelly, dirty, scary, thin man just fell down the stairs. Kinda hard to miss that. |
Ryudo had not woken up until the screaming started. He had blearily checked the clock and gotten dressed, stumbling out of the door just to see Gabe be taken by Maxwell into the room.
... Oshi- Ryudo sprang into action, running into the main room with wide eyes. "What happened!??" And then the man fell down the stairs. What? What? The one day he oversleeps and shit happens. What the hell? Ryudo quickly went to the man's side, however, and immediately hefted him up, one of the stranger's arms over his shoulder and a hand around the man's waist. "Someone get some towels and a wash bin of warm water and bring'em to my room!" Then he brought the stranger to his bedroom, resting the person on his bed before sitting back and letting the situation sink in. Now that his auto-pilot was off, he realized that this person couldn't have gotten in from the outside, even if he looked like it. ...Was he one of the lost children? Hard to tell, with all that dirt and... Were those bruises? He wasn't sure. The man stunk to high heaven, though. He opened his door and looked out into the hallway. "Is no one getting that washbin I ordered? Geez, the service here is pretty lousy. Bad review!" He joked lightly, grinning to settle down any who were frightened by the man's sudden appearance. He looked over to X, Cupid and Taylor. "Oy, guys, come'er! I gt some meds for Love-Shooter there, but I really need ya'll!" |
Alexis seemed fine at first bite, the teeth not hurting any more than a scruffy sanitizing wipe. As the teeth sunk in though and blood began soaking her arm, her eyes widened and she looked down at the child. Those thick layers of blankets were coating her, the child may as well be laying in her lap! Two things you didn't do to Alexis: Touch her, or make her dirty. Taking in a deep breath and closing her eyes slowly, she let out one elongated, agonized scream of pain and agony - and only a little from the slowly working deeper teeth.
At first it looked like she was going to grab onto Jiao's pant leg for help, but as she stood slowly, she instead ran down the hallway, dragging Rix with her. Unlceanuncleanuncleanunclean She scratched at the walls as she ran, like they had the answer for how to get the child off her. She ran by Ryudo's room, glimpsing at the filthy figure on his bed. It was obvious she would get no help here, but were she in her 'right' mind, she would've helped no sweat. She stopped running when she reached the kitchen. First she went to the medicine cabinets and pulled out packages of individual gauze pads and a fresh unopened roll of medical tape. Wound cleaners and antibiotic gels joined her pile as she moved toward the sink, finally looking Rix in the eye. She could hear whimpers and whines behind those terrifying growls, and some part of her brain remembered that besides being a filthy child, she was just a child. "R-R-Rix.. I.. I'm A-Alexis.. Maxwell said... He said.. You'd be my room-mate. He wants me to help take care.." She swallowed hard. Mentally she was counting each tooth seeped into her arm and was grateful they were just baby teeth, as well as that Rix was only 6 like she was. Barely a mouth big enough to wrap around her WHOLE arm.. She hoped.. "Take care of you. C-Could you please l-let go?" There was an edge of desperation to her voice as she knelt down to look Rix in the eye, letting the girl stand on her own feet instead of just dangle there. Burning these clothes later.. So much dirt.. so much dirt.. But.. Maxwell said.. She suppressed a shudder, remembering exactly just what Maxwell had said. In a final, last ditch effort Alexis used her free hand to gently brush aside Rix's bangs and ruffle her hair. She read in books this comforted upset children, and if it got Rix to let go, it was worth two hours of scrubbing that hand. |
((Just so everyone knows, there is now an OOC/Profile Thread! Phoenix (whom I call Del... so if I mention Del later... that's her o-o) pointed out how much space the profiles took out... SO I MADE A THREAD! :D Yay. All bulky OOC can go there rather than here. :3 Thanks.))
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Ryudo blinked when Alexis ran down the hall with a child biting her arm, then returned his attention to Cupid, who brought the washbin. "Thanks- What?" Cupid recognized him. Kaiyuu looked at teh figure, frowning, and grabbed a towel, dipping it in the washbin before he wiped away the dirt from the man's face.
Then he recognized the man as well. "R-Rod...? But you're... What...?" Then he realized that the man was hurt, and carefully removed the man's clothing to clean him. The man was obviously in pain, and by the look of his body, starved. He remembered seeing prostitutes on the street like that, skin clinging to their bones. He turned to X and Taylor outside. "Can one of you get some chicken broth warmed up and bring it here?" He asked, eyes pleading. He turned back to Rod and frowned. "What happened to you...?" He asked, although he wasn't really expecting any answer as he continued to gently clean the man as best he could. He hissed at the wounds on him, brows furrowing in worry at how fresh some of them were. He left the room briefly to gather some antiseptic and more towels(for the ones Cupid brought had gotten filthy quickly) before returning to the room only to change the water in the washbin, which filth floated in. After a quick rinse and refill, he got a bucket of soapy water and returned to the room with all of these items. "...Rod...? Can you hear me? I'm going to try and clean you up, but it may sting a bit... I'll try to avoid your... Uhm, the cuts and stuff, but... Well, yeah." Try as he might, he couldn't find the words to lighten the situation. So instead, Kaiyuu dabbed a towel in the soapy water and began cleaning again to remove the remaining dirt, paling as each stroke revealed just how much bad shape the man was in. What had happened to him? Had he been here the entire time? Where did he go? It had been almost four years, years that obviously hadn't been kind to him. Kaiyuu used another towel, drenching it in the clean water to wipe the remainder away and clear Rod's skin of soap. Now that he was clean, Kaiyuu sat back and closed his eyes before taking a deep breath to prepare him for what he was about to see. And then he opened his eyes and looked. His heart lurched, seeing the state the boy was in clearly now, no longer hidden by dirt and grime. His body was mottled with bruises of varying colors, skin yellowing and hair matted. Cuts and scrapes looked as if they were becoming festered, to which Ryudo grimaced at. "...Rod? I think I'll have to... Disinfect some stuff... Its... It's gonna hurt... A lot. Do- Do you... Oh god damn it!" Ryudo choked back a sob and held back tears, unable to calm down now. "What the fuck happened to you!? Why is this- How didn't we-? We should have... We should have known you were- I should've went with you, maybe this wouldn'tve- I...!" Now Kaiyuu let himself cry. He had seen people in terrible shape, but he had never seen someone like this up close, much less someone he knew and cared for. |
Alexis's yelling snapped Clara out of being so frightened of the monster in front of Christoph's door. However when she looked over at Alexis she saw, with horror, that the winged dog-heads were flying around her. She just wanted the monsters to go away...
Then X spoke up, telling Clara that she couldn't do anything against Maxwell. Everyone was in such a bad mood.. Sometimes it was like that when Maxwell came, and sometimes everything was alright.. sometimes people were happy to see Maxwell, Clara liked those days. Putting her forehead to her knees, Clara took a deep breath. I will make today a good day, I will make today a good day.... Alexis could be as upset as she wanted to be about things being 'unclean', Clara didn't understand why she had to make such a fuss and was going to avoid her rather than deal with it. Clara's eyes widened when she saw the flying fury that was Rix. The child always concerned Clariece... Probably because the little girl made Clara uncomfortably aware of her own rage at times. So now she was torn between helping X with Cupid or getting Rix off of the panicky Alexis. Too much was going on, but the busy house was often like this... However today Clara could feel a headache fast approaching. Then Jinx demanded Clara's attention, and got all of it. As she listened to the yelling, and demands she promptly forgot about having a good day. Jinx was going to regret that. "He didn't say anything like that, stupid!" Yes, Clara knew well that a fight was being initiated, and now she wouldn't back down until she had her fill. "I'm not moving in with anyone else, I like room number twelve, and you're not going to make me do anything!" Nothing else that was going on really mattered, Clara had a large, manically happy grin on her face. She took one step, then another, two more, then she was running head-on at Jinx. Just two feet away and Clara hurled herself forward to tackle the annoying self-centered redhead, arms outstretched. "Aha!!" Finally, Clara had someone to play with. |
Alexis breathed a heavy sigh of deep relief when Rix finally let go of her arm. She began shaking, but only because she was suppressing the urge to begin cleaning up the messy wound. Her left eye twitched slightly, once and only once. "Yeah Rix, Alexis, that's just right." She managed to crack a thin smile to confirm the child's struggled speech was correct - sure, the letters were off, but the name was right. "You can call me whatever you like most though. You like Rix, right?" Alexis was proud of herself. She managed to stop studdering and everything.
But the wheels in the back of her head were pacing, wondering what would happen if the child would strike again. Her own green eyes locked with Rix's childhood grey. She began to wonder if Rix EVER had a tender hand around her. The flinch had made her heart feel heavy, the trembling all too familiar. This poor damn kid.. She probably never deserved this. Not like me. Oh yes, Alexis was quite aware of how shitty she was as a human being, how broken her hamster wheel that society needs is. But this was just a small one. An innocent small one. Probably. An innocent.. dirty.. violent.. innocent small one.. Alexis' skin was crawling and she just wanted to scratch off the top layer of her body, however her intelligence informed her there were more pressing problems. Like the dirty weeping child in front of her. Alexis, in very small increments, moved closer to Rix, staying perfectly at eye-level with the small girl. "Rix? What's wrong? Can I do anything to help?" She hesitated, a pause that seemed in her own mind to go on forever, like a personal hell.. ".... Do you.. Do you want a hug?" |
She nodded when asked if she wanted to be called Rix, it was a name her papa gave her and she adored it. The entire time Alexis spoke Rix was ready to attack once again if she chose to cause any harm to her. Maxwell saved her from her cage and she refused to have anyone dominate over her like her mama had back then. Though, at the very young age of six, she had no idea that those were her reasons for acting how she did. That she was crying because Alexis showed love like papa did and that she was scared she would hurt her like mama did. All she knew was she was scared, crying, and that she wanted her papa. |
Even Cupid's faint words made everything worse. X managed to control herself though. She inhaled, and exhaled, trying to make sure she would be able to speak clearly. But before she could open her mouth Taylor came in. She looked up at the girl, and calmly spoke, "Maxwell, did this. I think Cupid was trying to get to his pills. I was only there when he kicked him. But I think he's fine."
Everything was so out of sorts right now. She gasped when Cupid moved away from her. Her whole body shook. She was glad though to have Cupid away from her though. Jiao got immediately out of the way as Alexis stormed away with Rix. There seemed no reasonable reaction. X sighed as Clara, and Jinx fought over the room. So much, for so little. Clara seemed to be becoming more hostile though, and she was defiantly becoming bold. X became more studious of the child's actions, as she began to take steps forward, closer to Jinx. Clara... don't. There was no time. Clara looked on the verge of attack, Jinx was one of Maxwell's favorites, Clara had already gotten in trouble before over attacking one of Maxwell's favorites. Maxwell was already in a bad mood. So she did what she had to, and made an attempt to use her own body to cut the girl off. She leaped in front of Jinx, hoping that she had made the action in enough time. [Not sure, but I may be posting, but it will be very slow until Thursday. ] |
Taylor locked eyes with Cupid until he looked away. She looked away also and a blush fell upon her cheeks. Cupid was the only person in the house that she felt close to in any way. He was the only one who really talked to her and seemed to care. That's why she tried to keep her distance from him; as much as she could anyway. She didn't want to get hurt again. The blond stood back as Cupid got what Ryudo had asked for from his room. She had noticed that he was taking someone into his room but Taylor didn't get a good enough look to see who it was. She used the door frame for support. She had zoned out until Ryudo spoke to her and X asking for some chicken broth. She wasn't exactly sure she could make it but she needed to help. "I'll try..." The blond offered quietly and pushed herself off the door frame to go get the broth.
She made it to the kitchen safety with the help of the walls. She scrambled to get everything need to make the broth. After a good five minutes, Taylor returned with the broth and brought it to Ryudo. She walked very slowly to make sure not to spill any. Taylor was proud of herself for it, too. "I-is this okaay?" She asked as she sat it on the bedside table next to Ryudo's bed. It was then that she got a good look at whoever they were helping. He was skinny, so skinny that you could see his bones. His hair was long and he had a long beard. He was dirty, smelly, bloody, bruised, and cut. "Where did he come from? She asked herself. Kylie shook Kyle a little. Something was wrong with him. Why was he saying that? "Kyle, what's wrong? It's okay..." Kylie said softly and hugged him for comfort. She wished she could remember why he was so scared. She may not remember him, but he was still her brother, and he seemed to love her very much. Jinx was shocked at Clara's out burst. "I'm not stupid! He said do whatever I want, and I WANT YOU OUT!" The redhead screamed back. How rude of Clara to think otherwise. What Maxwell said WAS law. Jinx was about to turn around to run to Maxwell's room. He would make Clara move, she was sure. She was interrupted, though, when Clara got angry. Her grin actually made a chill go through Jinx. It was sinister. Then she began running. Jinx had never been in a fight in her life. She looked nice, too. What would she do? The redhead put her hands in front of her to defend herself and let out a loud scream. She hoped Maxwell heard so he could stop her before anything happened. Then Clara would really be sorry. Maxwell loved her more. Before Clara could reach her, though, X jumped in front of her and cut her off. Rod was barely aware of what was going on. He knew he fell, he was sure he fell...but now he was being carried? He was numb and could feel much but he was sure the walls were moving. Next thing he knew he was saying in a bed looking up at someone he recognized but couldn't remember. Then someone else came. He knew him too...what was going on? Did they pick him up? That was nice. Rod had almost forgot what he was trying to do, but then the blond guy had mentioned her name.."Tarin..." Rod said out loud and tried to lift himself up. He couldn't seem to make his body move, though. Soon another girl entered that he defiantly didn't know and put something near him. The first guy he saw was talking to him but he couldn't make out his words. Was he crying? He couldn't be here right now, he needed to get up and see Tarin. Rod tried to lift himself up again and actually made it into a sitting position. "Tarin..." He said again. He was sure he looked insane but right now that didn't matter. He threw his legs over the bed and stood up. He would have to use the furniture and walls to keep in that position, though. |
"Clara. Clara, dear, stop. No need to waste yourself on trash." The soft voice was lovely, melodic as another redhead walked down the stairs, patting her hair dry with a towel. The girl had on a white bikini, and from the lingering scent of chlorine, she had been in the pool. The girl was beautiful, firery strands clingly euphorically to her face and shoulders, long lashes smudging against her cheeks when she blinked, strides graceful and soft. A light smile quirked on her soft lips as he brough a perfectly manicured hand to brush some hair out of her face.
"Hex," She said, voice chillingly frightful but still beautiful as she said her nick name for Jinx, watching the other girl as if she were a particularly disdainful stain on an otherwise perfect picture. "Leave the child alone. Just because you feel like having a tantrum does not mean you can do whatever you wish." Was she really sticking up for Clara? Well, Empress Divine did occasionally do good for her subjects. Of course, Divine also did it to harass Jinx yet again. Her eyes were piercing, pale green irises threaded with blue, almost like the aerial view of endless green plains of rolling hills where rivers flowed harmoniously and lovely. It was, perhaps, her best feature, those eyes. Utterly enchanting and was prone to enrapture those who dared to look for long. What was it about Divine that made her so lovely and feared? Perhaps it was how she took control so easily, or shifted attention to herself with but a glance. ...It was, however, most likely her temper and ability to use violence to get her way. And Jinx just seemed to be someone she just couldn't stand. "Now, Hex, dearie..." She grabbed Clara by the back of her shirt just before she collided with X, and although it didn't stop the two from colliding, it did lessen the impact and kept both from hitting the floor. This being done, she released the girl and smiled at her quite a bit more warmly. "Clara, Hex isn't going to kick you out. She's just being a selfish brat again. Please manage for a while longer, won't you?" It wasn't a request. It was an order. Her smile got warmer, however, as she added an after thought. "How about I make sure Hex doesn't bother you for a while?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned to Jinx with that frigid smile again. "Hexy, darling... You will leave Clara alone now, will you? She's just a sweet little thing, and if worse comes to worse, I may have to get a bit... Physical." And by a bit, she meant a full on BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU kind of physical. Maxwell never really punished her for doing such to others- She acted as an enforcer, of sorts, making sure most others followed the rules when Tarin was having episodes. Ryudo forced Rod back down onto the bed when he stood. "Rod! Don't be stupid! You're not well enough!" He said, wiping away tears. It only took him a moment to figure out that Rod was barely listening to him, and only seemed focused on Tarin... But he refused to stay on the bed! How would he- Oh. He turned to Taylor. "Tay, hun, thank you so much! But close the door and help me out here, okay? I may need you to help keep him down if he start fighting... I don't think he's fully lucid." Once that was done, he took the bowl and scooped up a spoon full. "Rod... Tarin says..." He sincerely hoped this would work... "Tarin says she wants you to eat something, first. She said she'd see you when you eat something. She's busy making dinner right now, though, but she made this for you because she's worried..." He gave an apologetic look to Taylor, hoping she would understand. The broth would be light on Rod's system, and solid foods were obviously not possible at this point. He was so sleepy. Why was there so much noise? He heard Jinx scream, but figuring it was just Divine, he sighed and curled up into his blankets, closing his eyes once again. So sleepy... |
Several things happened at once, almost too many things for Clara. Jinx's scream was encouraging and thrilling, it meant that Clara could win the fight.. It meant that Clara was going to have fun. However the exhilaration was replaced by confusion at the same time that Jinx was replaced by X. It wasn't X that Clara wanted to fight with, X hadn't started the fight. However Clara couldn't stop the momentum, and crumpled into X at the same time that she felt some force hold her back.
Confused, Clara looked up to see Empress Divine, that's when she realized what might have happened, and simply let her knees collapse from beneath her, plopping her butt onto the carpet. Clara nodded, feeling relief and agitation at once, but too her Empress Divine was like a long lost faerie queen. Sometimes Clariece could swear that she saw a crown and wings on Divine. Even though Clara wanted to fight Jinx, she started to remember that the loud-mouth was one of Maxwell's favorites... Last time Clara had hit one of Maxwell's favorites she had suffered dearly for it. She shook, coming to this realization, and swallowed hard. "Yes, Mistress Divine!" Standing up again she went to X, offering a hand even if she didn't expect the younger girl to take it. "I'm really really sorry, I don't want to fight with you.. You're too small and not really a fighter." She was smiling in a manner that what she said was meant to be some sort of compliment or positive thing. Then Divine said her name again, drawing Clara's attention. A mixture of emotions showed on the thirteen year old's face. Joy and disappointment. Clara-bean really wanted to beat Jinx herself, but it could be just as fun to watch the Empress do it. As long as the loud-mouth was going to leave her alone, maybe she could still keep her day from turning into a bad one. A new realization hit Clara, "Where's Tarin?" Her watery blue eyes settled on X, and someone walked by with a bowl of soup, heading towards one of the rooms.. A silvery ghost followed them and waved at Clara, drawing the girl's attention away again. If it weren't for all of the invisible creatures lurking about, then maybe she wouldn't seem so ADHD or flighty to the others. |
Quietly and carefully the knob was turned on Tarin's door. Cupid gently pushed the door to not startle Tarin, but it was no use; the bed behind the door barely budged. It would be helpful if Gabriel wasn't being punished, since he was much stronger than Cupid, or if someone else helped him pushed. He was rather amazed Tarin even had the strength to move her bed where it was now. "Tarin... it's okay, nothing is going to happen. He brought your pills, if you need them. Really, it's okay... It's... It's just me, Cupid... I won't hurt you..." With his arm pressed against the door, his body slowly slumped to the floor with a heavy sigh. How the hell did he ever convince you to leave your room let alone let you in? It's like... only Rod knows how to handle you... He pressed his palms against his eyes. |
Alexis gently stood up, holding Rix to her chest. Her skin was crawling and she kind of wanted to vomit, but she knew the child needed the hug more than she needed to bathe her. She cuddled the small one to her even as she began a light treatment of her bite wound. She cooed to the child soothingly as she held the bitten arm under water, the other arm holding Rix to her. "I'm so sorry Rix. If I can do anything for you, anything, let me know. Play a special game, make a funny face.. Whatever you need me to do." The scent of the small child's hair almost made her vomit uncontrollably, but she swallowed it and kissed Rix on the forhead near her hairline.
Sighing in regret, she had to put the child down to wrap her arm in the antibiotic cream covered gauze pad. So she did, but in such a way that Rix's embrace didn't break on her while Alexis sat her on the counter. Alexis' eyes watered at the sting of the healing, but the pain was familiar and soothed her paranoid fear of infection and seeping wounds. "Hey Rix? How would you like a bath? And new blankets? You can keep your old ones if you want, I'll wash them up good for you and make them fluffy and warm again, but I love knitting. I can make blankets in your favorite colors and shapes.. Sound good?" She knew most kids hated baths... But most kids didn't end up at Maxwell's. Most kids were abandoned outside for a very long time and coated in grime and grit. It had to hurt to sleep with all that dirt on your skin, it'd be abrasive and rub you raw, she imagined.. |
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