Bittersweet
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: GothicFires on 21-08-2009, 00:15:24</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Bittersweet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 00:15:24</strong>
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				She sat on the second floor balcony and stared blankly down the tree lined street as the moving van rolled into view. There was an entire country between her and her old home, between her and her friends. Her parents thought it would help, but she knew better. The black haired, pale skinned teen played with the hem of her sleeve where her bracelets used to be. She couldn’t stand wearing them now, not after having one with her name, room number and the list of the mind numbing medications that she had to take. At least now, here, no one would know that Rehan Wolfe had been in a mental institution and in a town this small the likelihood of her finding friends that she actually liked were practically zero. Her parents thought they had it all planned out. In the end they would find her and kill her. She didn’t stand a chance.<br><br>Once she was down stairs it only took seconds to pass her parents as if they weren’t there and head out the door. “Where are you going?” Her mother asked. “We have a house to unpack.” It was said as if it where expected, as if Rehan was ungrateful. <br><br>Had she been capable of emption she might have gotten pissed, but the medications she was taking kept her from feeling or reacting to much at all. “You destroyed my things.” A few months ago she would have been buzzing, feeling energy swirl about her and her body build with power. Now nothing… it was as if she became living lead. “The third floor is mine. You’re paying the movers, have them cart what ever I have up.” She turned, almost needing to get away but the medication took away that need. The medication took away a lot of things.<br><br>Anyone looking down the street would have seen a girl out of place. Yes she looked like she belonged with the old Victorian house, but not with a small north eastern town. Her hair was long and black, straight without a wave. Her eyes were such a dark brown to almost appear black. Her facial features much like that of a porcelain doll for her skin was just as white and her lips where full and soft pink attesting to her lack of make up. It was by her attire that one would say she didn’t belong. Goth was how the fashion was described. Even though it was a fairly warm day she wore a long sleeve tshirt. Plain looking on the front, but on the back a pair of angel wings. Her jeans had more buckles than a parachute harness and her boots were heavy and came up to her knees. Where she was going she wasn’t certain, but she ignored the people who stared at her along the way.<br><br>Half an hour later Rehan was walking beside a cemetery surrounded by a wrought iron fence. Once upon of time she would have climbed the fence like it was nothing and spent all day and night looking at the statues and tombstones, catching disputable glimpses of the dead. Not any more. She turned to look at what should be the safest most peaceful place on earth and saw the lost souls that were damned to wonder the sacred ground forever because there was no one to help them find their peace. Once upon a time she would have tried to send them on her way, but to cross the fence… it just wasn’t something she would do anymore. Not even her medication could numb that fear. <br><br>(http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt317/in_the_dark_photos/female/black%20hair/th_pan13.jpg) (http://s623.photobucket.com/albums/tt317/in_the_dark_photos/female/black%20hair/?action=view&amp;current=pan13.jpg) (http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt317/in_the_dark_photos/scenery/th_victorian1.png) (http://s623.photobucket.com/albums/tt317/in_the_dark_photos/scenery/?action=view&amp;current=victorian1.png)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bittersweet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 01:12:45</strong>
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				(http://pics.livejournal.com/meganj28/pic/00327yac/s320x240)<br><br>Caleb Turney was the latest in a long line of witches.&nbsp; The Turney's had always been powerful, and he was no exception.&nbsp; From an early age, he'd been able to see spirits, ghosts, poltergeists, whatever you want to call them.&nbsp; And he could even interact with them, on THEIR plane of existence.<br><br>Of course, this interaction took its toll.&nbsp; Instead of it being a one way sight, now the dead can see him.&nbsp; He never knows when they might come after him, and he never knows if he'll make it to see tomorrow.<br><br>All this worry has taken its toll on him, so that by the time he was 17, he looked like he was in his late twenties.&nbsp; But he doesn't care, as doing what he does keeps other people from having to suffer.<br><br>He was in the cemetery that day, a fleeting figure in the mist that might or might not catch her eye.&nbsp; He was there putting a few souls to rest, ones that had no reason to be here, outside of the fact that they were stuck.<br><br>He sighed, and waved his hand, the spirit in front of him vanishing slowly as he leaned back against a headstone.&nbsp; "This is ridiculous," he murmured, his voice echoing strangely in the mist.&nbsp; "I've put more down than I have in my entire life in just the past week.&nbsp; What the hell is going on here that they would be so eager to stay here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bittersweet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 02:55:55</strong>
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				The black haired girl stood and watched the spirits wander around the cemetery but she never touched the fence that separated them. Though she knew that the dead could not harm her... well most of them anyway... she would not risk the chance that any of them would touch her. In truth she was more of a danger to them. There was a fate worse than death and she faced it. For her to interact with those beyond would be chancing them to the same.<br><br>Rehan did notice Caleb but did not linger on him long enough to realize that he was among the living. All that she saw was a beautiful young man and it made her too sad to stay any longer. There was nothing she could do for him anyway. The medication she was on made it almost impossible for her to feel emotion much less the energy of the world around her. She continued to walk under the tree shaded sidewalk and crossed the street to a park for the less morbid people of this small down. She found park bench underneath a very large oak tree and sat upon it drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. From this distance the spirits in the cemetery where nothing more than wispy shadows. Though she was looking in that direction she wasn't looking at anything at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bittersweet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 01:55:40</strong>
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				He sighed, shaking his head as he banished another spirit, his hands dropping back to his sides as he walked out of the graveyard.&nbsp; He had noticed the girl, and it had almost cost him, as the sight of her, both in this world AND the next had caused him to literally freeze.&nbsp; She was Gifted, and not just on a small scale.&nbsp; He knew that the dead could see her.<br><br>So it was that he found himself following the same path she had, which just happened to lead toward his home.&nbsp; His eyes darted around, and then lighted on her as she sat on the park bench, and he paused, leaning against a tree, hands in his pockets as he studied her, both with his living sight and the sight he had in death.&nbsp; Something was off about her, but he couldn't put a finger on it.&nbsp; Shrugging, he walked over slowly, and then stopped about ten feet from her.<br><br>"Hey," he said in a voice like rain falling on a tin roof.&nbsp; "You must be new around here, because I don't think I've ever seen you here before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bittersweet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 03:48:10</strong>
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				Due to the fact that there had been nothing interesting to watch or do Rehan’s eyes had drifted closed. She was not asleep, not by a long shot but at least with her eyes closed she could put her own images to the sounds. Cars were polka dotted Volkswagen bugs driven by clowns though it was difficult for this to make her smile as her imagination was in black and white.<br><br>She heard foot steps, not a knight in shining armor because there was no metal clanking, but perhaps his squire. Blond hair and green eyes which was weird because her ideal was black hair and light brown eyes. She had no intention of looking to check, but then she heard a warm smooth voice tell her that she must be new… duh.<br><br>Though her arms were covered, the first thing Rehan did was tug on her sleeves before looking up to see an absolutely gorgeous guy with shoulder length blond hair and green eyes.&nbsp; “They’re still moving in the furniture.” She pointed the opposite way that he was traveling. It was all she offered though before she directed her gaze back to the oak tree. Getting involved with a guy, even if he was gorgeous, wouldn’t do him any good. She was better off facing her fate alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bittersweet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 07:24:54</strong>
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				He leaned against the tree beside the bench, smiling softly without looking up, knowing that the branches would shift to seem like they were reaching out for him.&nbsp; All of the trees around the graveyard did that.&nbsp; It was part of what he did.<br><br>He looked where she had pointed, and then he nodded.&nbsp; "So YOU'RE the one that moved into the old Carver place.&nbsp; I gotta tell you, considering what goes on in that house, I didn't think ANYONE would be moving in there at any time."&nbsp; He shrugged.&nbsp; "But then," he said, his eyes locking on her aura for a moment.&nbsp; "All things considered, I'm not surprised it was someone like you that moved in."<br><br>There was a knowing gleam in his eyes, and as he shifted, the tree mimicked his movements.&nbsp; And this time it was clear that it was an unnatural thing, since the wind was blowing in the OPPOSITE direction.<br><br>He reached up, pulling a leaf off his jacket shoulder, shaking his head as he allowed it to drift - ALSO against the wind - to the ground to land in front of her.&nbsp; "Name's Caleb, by the way.&nbsp; Caleb Turney," he said, pushing off the tree to crouch in front of her, eyes glancing over her face
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bittersweet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 22:25:28</strong>
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				"Someone like me?" She asked with a snort. It was a rhetorical question. She wasn't looking for an answer. Of course she thought he was referring to the way she dressed and that goths where known to be stuck in the Victorian age. The drugs she was on numbed her. She could still see the dead but they would have to approach her and she had only been in the house maybe an hour before she walked off. At this point she didn't know it was haunted. Though that fact would make her afraid for the spirit, not for herself.<br><br>As for the tree moving with out the wind, Rehan simply wasn't playing close enough attention. When she let her eyes drift in the young man's way it was to let his beauty seep into her memory. Goddess he was gorgeous. "My parents moved into the place, being 17 I had no choice but to come along." She informed him, ignoring the cosmic direction that both of them could have affected the outcome for her to end up where she was... where she needed to be. Sometimes when the fates plucked the string of one it resonated down the string of another. Unfortunately for Caleb such was the case. <br><br>The young man knelt in front of her and her breath caught. Rehan hoped that he didn't hear it. Now that he was in front of her there was no way she could avoid not look at him closely. A girl could dream forever about how soft his full lips looked. His cheek bone structure was something any girl would kill for but what moved her the most was his soulful green eyes. So unlike her dark brown orbs that could stare a hole through anything she was angry with she doubted his could adequately convey anger. "I'm Rehan Whittaker." She said softly, her pale cheeks turning slightly pink when she realized that she had looked at him too long. She checked her wrists to make sure her shirt covered her arms and then wrapped them around her torso. "Is the town as dull as it looks?" She asked as if it didn't matter. Her eyes didn't meet his again no matter how desperately she wanted to look at him. It would be much&nbsp; better for Caleb Turney if she just sent him on his way.<br>
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