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Remember that the posts are written by me mostly. If another person speaks in a post, his or her name will be posted before their actions. Otherwise: "She, her" ets is referring to me, Juuhachi-Gou.
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"Little Flowers"
~*She [Juuhachi-Gou] stands on a small chunk of coral, by the lake, watching the last of the sun fade into oblivion beyond the far trees. She wears only a yellow and orange bikini and a warm white sweater jacket. It isn't much, but it doesn't matter. She's never warm. The wind blows her silky blonde hair into her face and eyes, the air scented with the smell of ocean or water.
She dosen't smile, and her icy blue eyes almost seem white in the glare of the firey sunset. She raises her right hand to her face, to hold the hair back from blowing in her eyes. The air is warm, but with night approaching quickly, the temperatures dropping rapidly. She doesn't move, standing rock-still, her eyes focused on the shimmering water, reflecting the bloody sunset, and amber sky above. She doesn't sigh, but her exprssion is placid as if she would. She seems sad, and anyone who would observe her would think she were comtemplating death. She isn't really, just pondering about her brother, her lover, her life.
She stands there, alone, reflecting on their life together, their previous lives together, and, for but the briefest of moments, wonders what it'd be like, if they were both human, and not brother and sister. If they could ever have a ''Normal'' life together. She blinks once, and the thoughts are scattered and gone, nothing more than disconnected optics in a sea of electronic thoughts. She exhales, though she doesn't need to breath, and finds herself aching because she found her brother . . . and now he is gone again.
Her left hand rises and rests over where her heart would be. Whatever is left of it aches, and she clutches the jacket there*~ "Oh, Juunana-Gou . . ." ~*Her voice is shaky, even for an andriod. Her eyes tightly shut, blacking out the unkind world beyond*~
~*She catches herself and opens her eyes, before anything she'd later be humiliated to admit can happen. She looks down at the shore before her, and still standing on the rock, swallows, and then hops down, landing gracefully, as if the impact hurt none, and didn't effect her at all. In fact, it doesn't.
She walks forward, the sand between her toes, and the wind in her hair and stops just before the sand that's been wet by the drawling tide. She looks at the darker sand, next to the lighter sand. The same material, but one merely darker. It reminds her, instantly, of her skin compared to Juunana-Gou's. She fights and tears her eyes away from the thought.*~ "Dammit . . ."
~*Looking at the fading sun does nothing for her, so she turns her head away, eyes shut. She clenchs her fists, obviously going throuh some inner pain, or torture. She lets a faint, almost in audible sound escape her lips, and her hands shae slightly. The wind blows again, and she opens her eyes, not willing anything remote to tears to surfaces. She opens her eyes to an icy blue sky above, the excat color of his eyes. Her breath catches and she collapses to her knees on the wet sand. She claws at the dark sand, the color of his skin in frusteration, and then holds a handful of it in her palm, then clenches it tightly, not wanting to let it ever go*~ "Juu . . .nana . . ." ~*Her voice is weak, faint, totured.*~
~*Her shoulders slump, her head bows, the silken blonde hair cascading along the side of her face and over her shoulders hanging, hanging. It would seem she's sobbing, though she isn't. She remains thre, in her swmsuit, head bowed, kneeds bent, hands between her legs, holding to this handful of wet sand that reminds her so of her brother. The only solid thing in her life, the only REAL thing she ever wanted.
She breaths slowly, knowing that she's over reacting. That he just left somewhere for something totally logical, but she can't bring herself to see that fully. She can't accept that, and she assumes the worst. That she's utterly alone again, with no one at all in any time, any dmention who cares weather she dies, or lives.*~
~*Finally, after ten minutes of long silence and unmoving, she raises her head and lets the now-dried sand crumple from her hands. She waches it as it plays across the lake, as the wind carries it away*~ "Go, find him, little sand." ~*She whispers*~ "Make him happy . . . I let him go." ~*She swallows, tightly, something akin to grief and remorse, the first she's ever felt, adn then she bows her head and slowly stand up, wrapping her arms about herself, sadly*~
~*[She stands and begins walking towards the Tavern, where the humans are.] She stops, in the dirty grass, about half way between the Tavern and the lake, and looks down at her feet. A little flower grows there, something aking to a lilac, with blue petals and a golden yellow stem. She kneels by it, and addresses it, as though it were alive, and concious*~
"Do you exisit only to remind me of him? or are you without, as am I?" ~*She quietly asks, and then tilts her head seeinga small unbudded blossm next to the bloomed one*~ "And so, you have one on the way . . . this one lives, even after you will have died." ~*She sighs*~ "I envy you, little flower, you're stronger than I am . . . you aren't afraid . . ." ~*She gently caresses the petals with her long pale fingers, sadly*~
~*She kneels there, a moment longer by the flower, lost in some andriods equivilant of revery and then comes to and loos at the flower. She smiles, but only the briefest, faintest thing.*~
"Be careful here, little flower. This is a big world. A dangerous world. You're going to have to fight to survive. You're going to have to hold out." ~*She rises, again, and glaces back to the lake, and knows she's speaking not only to the flower, but to herself. She just . . . has to hold out, and surive in this harsh world. She drops her eyes to the dirty grass, then turns again, and proceeds on her way towards the Tavern, having no where else to go.*~
~*She is half aware she was observed on her route back, by someone or another, but her conciousness is only half functioning, her subconcious and subliminatle mind a little more powerful. She stops at the threshold to the Tavern, about three paces from the door enterace and looks at the condition of the tavern, the light eminating and the harsh human laughter and sounds coming from within. It makes her skin crawl.
Just thining of returning to the rat-hole of humans, where the majority are unkind and prejuice to her and others. She realizes her cloths and weapons are in the basement, her current lodging, and knows she has to at least enter once again, to retrieve them. At least once again . . . but not so soon at least. She looks away from the tavern tot he trees looming behind it, the coldness that her skin is akin to*~
