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Post by Pyralis Demos on Sept 3, 2011 14:16:37 GMT -5
Pyre smiles again. "Maybe. I wouldn't be able to go on quests and live in a cabin. Maybe the Camp is the place for the more advanced demi gods," he laughed. Laying back on his pillow of air, that seemed to be the perfect pillow ever, he sighed. "Trust me, Sabrina, you aren't useless."
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Post by sabrina on Sept 3, 2011 20:55:30 GMT -5
My eye twitched. I let out something between a laugh and a snort. Just a moment ago, I had been filled with rage, my head clouded with anger and sadness. I had willingly told Pyre basically everything that had happened. But now, all of a sudden, it was all replaced by a dizzying red haze. Of anger? No. But something inside me made me smile. I wanted to laugh. Not because I was happy. Because I was crazy. This had happened a few times in the past two weeks already. I felt loopy, like someone had used laughing gas on me.
I gave a laugh, hysteria creeping into my voice. "Oh, really? She died...she died because of me..." Then, added to the jumble of the other emotions, I shouted, "Rosemary died because of me! She died..." I was breathing hard, gripping the edges of the speaker. I laughed maniacticly again. (lol, yeah, she's kind of bipolar and...crazy...) |
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Sept 4, 2011 0:19:02 GMT -5
(Haha, okay...
Insomniac, 1:00 AM post time! Woohoo!)
Pyre put his hand gently on Sabrina's knee. He wasn't trying to take advantage of her hysteria and hit on her. No, he was genuinely worried. "It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself," he said, attempting to reassure the girl and bring her sanity back. In the back of his mind, Pyre wondered how she could handle looking out for her dorm with all this grief.
"It wasn't your fault, Sabrina," he repeated. "You had no idea what was happening. No one could have expected you to save your sister. There was nothing you could do." By now, Pyralis was almost in tears. He understood pain. He understood sorrow. Most of all, he understood guilt. He didn't exactly have a perfect childhood. Though he never dared to speak of the events of his childhood, they had happened. There was no changing the past. No changing what he had done. The argument, the fight. It was all a blur. It was all red. There was nothing he could do to stop himself. Nothing anyone could say to bring him back to a stable mind. He'd killed him. There was no changing that. And that is when the tears began to flow.
(I still need to think out the entire event but all I know as of now is that Pyre, in a fit of rage, killed his best friend. I think it'll involve a frisbee. Not completely sure, yet. XD )
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Post by sabrina on Sept 4, 2011 9:24:26 GMT -5
(lol. I stayed up until one making a bio for another site today.) "Nothing I could have done? Really?" I stared at him. "I could have...I could have told Luna to kill me first...yes, I could have..." I blinked out tears again. "I could have done lots of things! I could..." I trailed off when I realized he was also crying. "A-are you okay?" Why was he crying? Was I...scaring him too much? |
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Sept 4, 2011 21:23:25 GMT -5
(Ha, well hoped it turned out good and not like a drunken spider-monkey wrote it... like mine usually do...)
"I- I'm fine," Pyre replied, quickly, wiping away the tears. "It's... it's nothing." He tried to hold them back, but the tears were never-ending. Between memories, he wondered how his eyes could hold so much water. He simply couldn't stop, no mater how hard he tried.
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Post by sabrina on Sept 5, 2011 0:23:37 GMT -5
(And I just wrote another bio for another site and it's currently 1:23. lol.) At the sight of his tears, some of my dizzying thoughts disappeared. They cleared up enough for me to feel a pang of sympathy for Pyre. Then guilt. I was probably ruining his day with my problems. What I had said probably stirred up old memories for him. "Really? You don't seem like it..." |
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Sept 5, 2011 11:56:27 GMT -5
(lol here I thought I was the only one who stayed up until 1:00!)
"It's... I'm fine," Pyre confirmed, wondering if he should tell her his story. He had never told anyone before, other than his mother. What would she think of him if she knew. No, he couldn't tell her. He couldn't tell anyone. No-one may know of his past. It was too painful. But still he continued to cry.
(I plan on opening up within the next few posts... and I finally got the story done last night and posted it to my bio!)
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Post by sabrina on Sept 5, 2011 21:22:19 GMT -5
(I stayed up until 2 once...and cool, I read it. And I just feel like using third person.) Sabrina glanced at him in wonder, her tears ending now. Did he have a similar background as her? Would he know what it felt like? She noticed the hesitation and the changing choice of words. She had a feeling that he was just about to tell her, but stopped himself at the last moment. Why was that? Did he think she was too mentally unstable for it? She bit her lip, not sure what to say. |
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Sept 6, 2011 15:35:54 GMT -5
(Haha, Thanks! I've been writing in third so I barely noticed the difference)
Pyre still continued to weep. It was a silent cry but still the tears ran down his cheeks in miniature rivers. He knew he couldn't keep his past to himself but Pyralis had no idea who to turn to. There as Garret. And there was Max, of course. But he had no idea how they would feel. He'd murdered his best friend in cold blood! What would they think of him? He surely couldn't tell Sabrina, could he?
(This word count counts ' I've ' as two words!)
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Post by sabrina on Sept 6, 2011 16:03:39 GMT -5
(Ha ha, just noticed...) Sabrina sat there awkwardly, unsure what to do. Finally, she spoke quietly, severing the delicate moment, "Do you need a hug...?" She wasn't sure how else to comfort him. She looked at him curiously. He was like her, in some ways. Some ways not. |
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Sept 6, 2011 21:45:52 GMT -5
(Yep! It really doesn't matter, I just find it easier to write in third...  ) Pyre smiled, despite his sorrow. He was glad someone cared. "It's just... Jacob. He was killed. I killed him," he said as calmly as he could. This was it. Someone would know his dark past. He was sure Sabrina would despise him but still he continued. Starting from the beginning, he finished the story. "Before I'd discovered my powers, I had gotten into a fight with him. I... I threw a Frisbee at him and it wedge itself in his chest. I... I could have saved him but I turned my back on my best friend and left him there to die. The... the Frisbee seemed to move unnaturally fast. Then he was dead. He was on the ground, dying. And I left him there.... I left him by the tree to die!" he began to cry once more. "I murdered my best friend!" he cried in agony and grief. (Haha, did not mean to name him Jacob... this has nothing to do with Twilight... I despise the series and I never realized I'd names him Jacob. XD ) |
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Post by sabrina on Sept 7, 2011 20:57:52 GMT -5
(When Im writing in third, I just feel like writing more... And it's okay, xD. A character on my site is called Jacob...) Sabrina listened carefully, hanging onto his every word. She had been right; his situation was worse than hers. So she just stop feeling so sorry for herself. I mean, there I am, crying about how I couldn't save her when he actually... Sabrina sent him a gentle sympathetic look. "It-it wasn't your fault. You didn't know..." As she spoke, she realized that that was what he had been telling her all along. She reached out a hand as if to touch his arm in encouragement, then brought her arm back. She didn't know what he would think of it. |
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Sept 7, 2011 21:24:18 GMT -5
(I always tend to write in third whether it be in RPs or actually writing)
Pyre put a weak smile over his face. He tried to stop crying but he just couldn't. How could he? He had killed his best friend. He'd wedged a Frisbee into his heart and ignored his cries for help! Pyralis Demos was a monster. He didn't deserve to walk the Earth. It should be him in Hades, not Jacob. Jacob was innocent. Pyre was guilty. Yet, in some twisted fate, Pyre was a free man while Jacob paid the ultimate price. (Too cliche? 'Ultimate Price'... yeah just a bit! XD)
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Post by sabrina on Sept 8, 2011 20:45:11 GMT -5
(lol. And time for Sabrina to find out one of her powers! Read her bio thingy...) Sabrina's heart ached. She couldn't stand seeing anyone like this. It just wasn't...right. She wished she could just...take the sadness away from him. All the guilt and anger at himself. Sabrina hesitantly put her hand over Pyre's. "It's okay," she said in a gentle voice. "You couldn't have done anything..."
Through their physical contact, she could practically feel all the darkness on his mind. No...stop being so sad... She was a daughter of Apollo. What use would she be if she couldn't help anyone feel better... In that moment, somehow...somehow she felt like their minds were connected. Get that darkness out of him... Mentally, she felt a surge of some of his darkness jump towards her mind...
Then the connection broke, and Sabrina gasped and took her hand back. She blinked a few times to clear her vision of the black dots, but they wouldn't go. For some reason, she felt...annoyed. Then she remembered where she was, and glanced at Pyre who was sitting next to her. She tried to remember more...she had been trying to comfort him. Out of nowhere, a spark of anger appeared in her mind. Why was she trying to help him? Didn't she have enough problems to deal with? (She can, like, remove some darkness from someone else's mind though physical contact so the other person would feel happier, but the darkness goes to her mind, and yeah..) |
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Sept 8, 2011 21:30:59 GMT -5
(I like the powers!)
Pyre stopped his crying. "W-what? What was that?" he asked, confounded. Smiling, he tried to remember what had just happened. His memories were still there. He still felt all the guilt that came with them. But, for some reason, he didn't want to continue to sob. Pyralis felt happy. He felt joyful. He felt... alive.
(Sorry, it's a little short compared to your's.)
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