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Post by Saphirus on Oct 18, 2011 21:07:09 GMT -5
 
What to do on a boring day. Well, New York was always boring to her, it was nothing like the peace that California offered her. No peace from constant emotions, but oh well, she was learning to cope. Her brown hair was pulled back with a hair tie and her brown eyes were covered by dark sunglasses. Then there was her outfit, the glorious white tank top, blue jeans, and stilettos, and yes, she could still run in the shoes. Her necklace stayed the same all of the time, the name of her loveable Husky, Temperance, who in fact, was right by her side. Sierra stopped and she looked around. Surprisingly, there werent that many people around, which was a relief to her mind really.
Too many emotions in one area was never any fun, and that was what New York was, too many damn emotions in one area. She looked down at Temp and puts her hand on the dog's head. "It is a relief here isnt it Temp." The Husky barked and she chuckled before she sat down next to Temp. The collar around Temperance's neck had two words on it, Sierra Canfield. Yes, Sierra's real name was on there, for her nickname was never going to be found out by someone finding her loveable companion.
Speaking about loveable companion, Temp had jumped up and ran around for a bit before she stopped and stared at something in the distance. Sierra looked at Temp and she got up, she couldnt read her dog's emotions, but she knew that Temp had spotted something, but what, Sierra would have to wait and see. As for waiting, she dropped her block on her mind and searched for some emotions. She didnt catch any that were close enough, so she waited.
Sierra looked around the clearing that they were in before she sat back down. No growls came from Temp, and Sierra knew it was so that they could get away quietly if they could. But Sierra knew that if it was a mutant, she wouldnt have to run, but she would never use her powers against a human, so Sierra has to stop and wait to see if the coming person was a human or a mutant.
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Post by alexander on Oct 18, 2011 22:52:03 GMT -5
Was this New York?
Alexander clung to a thought.
It was a larger city then one he was accustomed to but it was, regardless, a city. In as much as differences teemed in comparison to his such cities embodied similarities as well and he knew this well. The problem, however, was in identifying the truer nature of such a city for such cities have proven to be and such cities have proven not to be.
And he walked among those who were and he walked among those who weren't, each blending into one amalgamation called life and life, in itself, was a complexity of realities and fantasies weaved in a pattern of things both seen and unseen and this was all the more true in the case of Alexander.
As he walked, he walked looking at the faces of none, for they were but they were not and he knew this. With a face hidden behind the shadow of a hood, he walked as one of them, though he was not yet in many ways he was.
Now there was the smell of food in the air and it called to his stomach which had long been in desire for some days now. Such a call lead Alexander's wandering toward a small yet homely structure fixed upon the cityscape's irreverent beauty.
"Hello. Welcome!" Called a young girl from behind a counter. Alexander walked toward her, toward where she stood, and she smiled politely as was customary, "What can I get 'cha today?" Her voice teemed with an appealing glee that was remnant in Alexander's memory.
Not far from where the girl stood, and from where Alexander now stood, there was a man, a wealthy man, sitting idle at a table. Before him stood an uneaten sandwich still wrapped on a plate ignored in favor of a newspaper that simply read "The Mutant Problem?" in bold letters.
"...Food." A quiet voice from the hooded Alexander spoke quieter words to the young girl. Such a sound struck subtle caution in the girl, yet her glee remained in spite of the thoughts she was developing, thoughts of alarm, thoughts of danger.
"Well take your pick, hun! Not like you got a lot to choose from. But just between you and I, I'd stay clear of the shrimp." A joke. Alexander remembered such acts like these with clarity yet such clarity was muddled behind an inexplicable and invisible veil that had so quickly become a part of his mind and, in many ways, a part of his soul.
His eyes slowly moved upward to meet that of the young girl's. Her persistent smile only reminded him of things long passed and the simply fact that she stood there, a living component of this plain of consciousness called reality, was enough to convince him that this reality was far from what it was.
Turning quickly, Alexander took, with swifter hands, that sandwich that remained yet uneaten and took flight outward where both the girl and that man took chase proclaiming "thief," to the masses yet he would not stop. Safety was not yet until he was far from this place and even then such a concept was finite.
Alexander ran.
As far as he could, he ran through the bustling crowds as more and more took chase of him yet they could not catch him yet. As far as he ran they would not relent yet his hungered flesh grew faint, weary of the journey to no place in particular, yet in as much as this place was not he had disregarded the fact that he ran from those who were not. The simplistic paradox of one such as he; inexplicable, muddled in complexity.
Now those who chased caught Alexander and they struggled with him in the midst of all the people of the street. In desperation did he unravel that food in his hands, while they pressed upon him with their own hands, and as though his life were coming to an end he sought to satisfy the hunger of his flesh as his teeth tore the bread and meat as if he were an animal.
There, amongst the people, stood a girl and her dog looking outward to some place unseen, though perhaps their eyes would turn to the spectacle occurring not far off; perhaps not. Yet Alexander did not regard her, or the dog, or those who stood around looking in bewilderment. Yet as much as they struggled with the strength of their hands they could not bring Alexander passed a knee nor could they separate his hands from that sustenance they clung to.
And within him there was peace.
Yet there was much confusion.
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Post by Saphirus on Oct 19, 2011 20:44:31 GMT -5
A mob came to her view after a few moments, as did the many emotions. Her hand went straight to her temple and she cursed under her breath. She looked at the crowd, and in the midst of it, was a male, who, undoubtedly, was a mutant. She caught his emotions stronger than the humans surrounding him. She could tell that Temp knew that the male was a mutant too. Sierra herself started toward the crowd, and she knew what she was going to do. She stopped a few feet away and looked down at Temperance who was standing next to her.
"Go ahead Temp, just do not hurt them any." The husky looked at her and looked back at the crowd. Temp walked toward the crowd then and made her way into the middle. A sharp growl came from her then, and Sierra walked over to the edge of the crowd. She looked at the humans and shook her head. "Now, what is going on here?Cant you see that he is merely hungry. Im sure that if he had the money, he would have paid. I know some of you here are nice enough to let it slide."
She was not using empathy yet, but she figured that she might need to later. Temperance was standing next to the male still and was watching all of the humans. Sierra knew that Temp would not attack humans at all, unless they attacked Sierra first. Sierra started to feel emotions coming from a human near her, and they were starting to get really hostile. She looked at the direction it came from and she focused on that area.
She took in their emotions and turned them to calm and forgiving. Her mind worked the emotions quickly in her head, and as she did, a glimmer of light started to show in her hand, but she pushed that away. She was not fighting anyone, she was just lowering down a mob size, and frankly, they were bugging her relaxing time anyways. After a few minutes, the group that had her main attention were all leaving and most of the confusion left the area quickly and she was happy for that.
Her mind reeled and let those emotions go quick enough and she looked back at the rest of the mob. She sighed and shook her head. "Come here Temperance, Im sure he can handle the rest of them." Temp's ears had perked toward Sierra when she spoke and the husky walked over to her. Temp sat down next to Sierra's feet and she watched the rest of the mob and the male. Maybe now, she will learn of his powers.
But that was a big maybe.
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Post by alexander on Oct 20, 2011 0:45:42 GMT -5
They dissipated.
Like idle thoughts fleeting in the presence of entertainment, these people, these men and women who grasped at him with the greatness of their strength, left him to be yet no question or surprise surmised in wake of the turn. Alexander, that man of whom they gaped and grasped at with forceful hands, remained there upon the grayness of the walkway taking in the last of the morsel which had been crushed in the struggle of his own hands.
Slowly, upon finishing, did he rise to his own feet and walk toward a place of his own, though this place was not his own, yet it was. There, in the shadows that covered the expanse between two taller towers, did Alexander find his solace, as though his thievery had not taken place, as if their strength did not come upon him.
And what of the girl and her dog?
Did he recognize her?
Did his eyes ever come upon her?
Had she so quickly become a memory, lost, forsaken to be forgotten in the wasteland of his own mind despite her kind actions toward him or did she yet go unrecognized. Not once did his eyes turn back to her, to the people, to that which had turned and continued to turn as that greater darkness began to overtook him in the places unseen by the eyes of men.
The twilight of the evening itself was soon to give way to the moon and stars, where darkness reigned underneath the pale luminance of such luminaries. Where the streets would soon grow vibrant beneath the life of the night, street lamps, and the glow of the tall towers that stretched to the very heavens themselves and he walked.
Into those shadows that would swallow him whole, yet these were not his own and in many ways they were, but they were not. As he walked he came to a place where writings marked on a wall with red paint adorned the passageway between two towers and he stopped, and he stared.
THIS IS HELL
AND WE CANT LEAVE
"Hell..." His eyes did not leave those white letters written upon the brick, "What do you know about Hell?" His voice was low, as though angered and deeply distressed, "God did not spare even the angels who sinned. He threw them into hell, in gloomy pits of darkness, where they are being held until the day of judgment. No... you know no Hell here... not yet."
"Not until you've seen His in judgment!" And his voice loudened to that of a shout as his fist struck those letters upon the brick with great force, and greater force given. Though there was pain in the connection Alexander continued, repeatedly he struck the brick as though some greater enemy stood before him. And he cried out with his own voice saying, "Salvation is far from the wicked, for they do not seek Your statutes. Though You send messengers, they would not listen. They played the harlot with other gods, and bowed down to them. They turned quickly from the Way and in obeying the commandments; they did not do so."
And when the letters had been painted red with the very life that coursed within him, he fell to his knees and he spoke words soft, as the words of a fearful child, and he said "I saw a great white throne and the One sitting on it. The earth and sky fled from his presence, but they found no place to hide. I saw the dead, both great and small, standing before His throne. And I said in my heart... God shall judge the righteous and the wicked."
And he whispered, "Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?"
The night slowly set in.
"Porque estas tan lejos?"
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