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Post by APEP on Jul 13, 2010 7:20:13 GMT -5
 Your smile reminds me of switchblades and infidelity !♟♟♟♟ Torrents of harsh stinging liquid falling in clear streaks from the heavens above. Not enough to leave welts but enough to be felt. Soaking the wretched existences down the the bone, leaving a chill no fire or warm though could penetrate. Only shrinking back into the holes they called home would ease the damage done. Generally, Purgatory was the most normal of the lands considering no hair-raising demons ran amok destroying or killing for fun and no angels flew around either destroying under 'Gods will' or promoting good will to all, wanted or not. Almost enough to drive a sane man mad and a mad man homicidal. Perseverance was key, although perhaps a dash of madness and a pinch of sarcasm would do instead. All these delightful woes wrapped in a gentleman's manners, coy smile and topped off with a top hat and a cane. It wasn't understood, however, the carnal pleasures he needed like a starved street dog, lusting to have more and more until he burst. Those simple fools would also misunderstand that the pleasurable facade contained a tongue of venom used for remarks intended to irritate and anger, all for the joy.
♟♟♟♟ This land, was boring. He wanted to go back to Egypt, where it was all too easy to trick residents into their death with all the vanity bred into the culture. But instead he was stuck wooing the souls not swayed to one side or the other. Damned to shake this joint up until everything fell apart at the seam. To make matters worse, he had been told to choose a side and figure out where he wanted to end up. Really, he could care less, both seemed a bit like a hell hole, so. Really the only place he wanted was out, back to destroying Ra every night for the rest of eternity, it was quite the pleasure. But this, just sitting in the land, was also boring him. He needed a toy or a pet, something to play with, something to corrode. He needed a vain women, or Ammut, which was really quite interchangeable. She was fun to mess with. Plus, he needed money, so they needed to do a magic show tomorrow for the kiddies.
♟♟♟♟ A meager puff of breath huffed out from his mouth as he reached into an inner pocket to pull out a small delight. Sweet sugar, melted and cooked to form a sphere of sugary goodness placed on a stick for his convenience. A smirk played out across Apep's face as he wedged the sweet firmly between his teeth. "Ammut, my dear, where are you?"
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Post by KEI on Jul 14, 2010 6:55:52 GMT -5
[/size] The rain dripped down on Cinn's body. Highly acidic. Not dangerous yet though. Ah... rain on Purgatory might be dreaded by some, but to Cinn, it was calming. In it, he didn't have to think about anything. Just letting himself go. Of course, this wasn't the water that you could catch on your tongue, as Cinn used to do, but it was still something. Purgatory was as boring as oatmeal at times, but that might have been a good thing. There was no ominous threats to life besides the corrosive drops that were falling from the sky; a.k.a the rain. Cinn was used to it. Living here was more relaxing then his life on Earth. Then again, Cinn had forgotten much of the latter. Oh well. It was a very casual style of living. Cinn was rarely bothered by the lack of excitement in the place. Perhaps others would beg to differ, but to Cinn, he felt he could belong. Due to a constant changing, Cinn was always in an identity crisis. In fact, he had no idea what his original form looked like. When he got to Purgatory, it was constant changing before it stopped at this form. Cinn had never known any close friends, nor had anyone attempted to make well with Cinn. There was a substantial loss of personal sameness.
To Cinn, this was a place where he could be himself. There was no one against him, and, although there was no one on his side either, he needn't worry because there was no need for it. Of course, there was always the restraining factor of life, but to Cinn, who could be whoever he wanted, that was the least of his worries. One day he might be the pastor, the next a cute schoolgirl and then the next a hooker on the street. He could change into anything he wanted, from animals to plants to humans. Any gender he wanted. Even inanimate objects were not far from him. But something was lacking. There was still a hole in his heart that was temporarily filled up by the tears of heaven. True, he had a lot. He didn't really want any more. But there was something missing. Perhaps a subject to love? Or a friend, an accomplice whom he could share his thoughts with. Cinn didn't have a clue. There was never this internal struggle before. As he walked closer and closer in thought, he finally reached an ending.
Bumping into a man in front of him, Cinn's train of thought paused momentarily, enough for him to notice the confectionery between the man's teeth as well as how the man looked. It seemed Cinn was not the only one lost in thought. Of course, he could never know unless he asked. But how awkward would that be? Cinn stared into blank space for a while. There was something about this man... [/blockquote] |
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Post by APEP on Jul 17, 2010 4:16:40 GMT -5
I'm that narrator and this is just the prologue !
Apparently tonight was just not the night to indulge in sinful pleasures, judging by his toy not coming when summoned. It was also about the time to leave for cover. If this lovely suit was damaged from the acidic drops falling from the sky, he would be most displeased. Finding another eccentric combination such as this was a tough task, and not one he looked forward to having to partake in again. Mere seconds before pivoting to return to a shelter called home a boy walked clumsilly into his back. An irked expression slid across his face for a moment before becoming passive once more. And not only was he ran into, but now was being stared up with blank eyes. This boy would be a fun one to toy jerk around until he could find something more proper.
fuggin' lost on muse, finish later today D: sorry!
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