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Post by Gilsin on Sept 7, 2007 6:34:47 GMT 1
It had been a day since Ein had arrived back at his apartment. He never stayed in the place too much, but it was still his. Ein's parents deciding that alittle independence might do good for their slightly odd son. They didn't stop to think that Ein wouldn't notice a difference.... The reasoning was irrelevant, in the dark apartment where only fluorescent tubes gave light Ein was sitting infront of a cold stainless steel bowl of water. The wall mounted light shining over the water and giving it almost another dimension. The Mind swam with thoughts as the tiniest breath caused ripples in the bowl. The large right hand gripped a slender metallic object with a cotton tail. The point would touch gently the skin just under the lip. There was anticipation, there was fear. He could be a different man if he went through with this, he could lose so many things. The real problem was, he didn't know if he would really be effected by the loss. There would be only a small tremble of adrenaline as the needle pushed upwards and through the flesh. Piercing through the small dots of scar tissue from previous happenstance. Small dots of blood would begin to form around the holes tied together with the cotton thread. Red dots, black lines, all on a sea of pale skin. There would be the twitching of muscles as the irritation set in. Grating pain as the thread was pulled through the fresh wounds, small droplets of blood tumbling down the pores and dropping into the basin of water. Deep red slowly fading into a light pink. It would be less than an hour for the process to complete, though another hour to find a comfortable tension. One that allowed a small amount of movement, enough to speak and drink, but little more. With one grim task complete, the tainted needle would be dropped into the water. It's tiny splash adding to the deepening red in the bowl. Before the night was out, the water would not be clear but for the moment it was still lucid. Even if it's owner's mind wasn't.... The hollow needled found it's way into the hands next. A thick black plastic thread at the ready. The needle would pierce the flesh of his arm, leaving a large hole. The black thread would follow, the process would repeat and the foreign material would be sewn into Ein's body, his form, his mind. The process repeated until two parallel patterns emerged on his arms. The task would eat away most of the night, small bits of flesh floating in the bowl, the water a deep red. It would be the nearly four AM when he had finished, his work a pride to him. The damage done to him signified by the wounds inflicted upon himself, he would remember and they would be a weakness. They could shred and tear his flesh, but he wouldn't forget the pain or the violation that was part of it. It should only be by his thought, his mind that pain be brought upon him. The door of the dormitory would swing open, Ein's fresh marks of the Mind being caressed by the cool night. He would stalk about, his mind wandering. He didn't expect to find another, but there was always the chance someone else had a sleepless night. (demonstration picture of what Ein did to his arms Here minus the glowing. Black thread and all.) |
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Post by artemis on Sept 8, 2007 8:29:06 GMT 1
Artemis walked the dark lamp lit streets in solitude. These last few days in this environment had been an unexpected strain to him. Granted nothing truly significant had happened, but even so this environment seemed so foreign to him. People here were far more expressive then what he was use to, and the amount of stimuli he had experienced in the last few days was enough to cloud his mind. He took this opportunity in the dead of night to regain control.
Artemis engulfed himself in the night’s atmosphere. He loved the night; It was the only time when silence seemed to prevail here. As he walked down the dimly lighted street he reflected on the beauty of his environment. Here in the darkness his thoughts could almost take on a tangible form. It was as if, with the sheer power of his will, he could affect the temperature of the air, the flicker of a street lamp, the chirp of a cricket. Here in this sleeping world he felt entirely in control. He was immersed here, totally at home in this environment.
And it was then, when he seemed to be in a perfect state of tranquility that something seemed to ripple the water around him.
Up ahead some three street lamps ahead of him a dark silhouette of a figure was walking toward him. Artemis noted the cool and confident stride of his gait, which also seemed to portray some awkward traits that might suggest some sort of mental instability.
The feeling Artemis got from this guy made him uneasy. He tried to shrug it off.
It’s a dangerous neighborhood around here. There are bound to be the occasional junkie or thug roaming around. It’s nothing to worry about.
But something in Artemis’s gut told him he was wrong.
Artemis walked on at the same slow pace his body language shifting to make sure that the oncomer didn’t perceive him as a threat Artemis paid very close attention to the vibrations in the air feeling strangely uneasy, as he continued on.
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Post by Gilsin on Sept 9, 2007 3:01:07 GMT 1
The eyes would watch the slender figure moving closer. The Mind reacting and thinking through, so many possibilities. Infinite in person and action. So many friends and foes to list through, so many different reactions to the new appearance. The Mind swam in thought while the long gait kept him moving forward.
Absentmindedly, Ein would notice the feeling of blood tumbling over his lips and down unto his chin. The light rolling of a droplet starting from the top of his forearm and swiftly coming down to meet his knuckle and gather there. There would a trail of the small red droplets behind the man.
The pair would come to meet and possibly pass under a street lamp. The yellow flickering light giving a ghastly tone to Ein's pale skin, while still highlighting the stark contrast of the black thread sewn into his body. The stark red blood would be dulled and blackened by the off colored light. The eyes would meet the other man's, and the sewn lips would part to the limits deigned by the thread. Ein would speak, though it'd be hardly above a whisper in the silent night.
"Mind yourself....There are worse than I in the dark."
The bound lips would turn upwards afterwards, a small smirk. The man looked like something out of a nightmare and he knew it, but that didn't stop him from speaking the truth. There were worse and more violent that stalked the night, it just so happened most of them would be afraid to strike Ein.
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Post by artemis on Sept 9, 2007 3:54:24 GMT 1
As Artemis got close to the man his uneasiness increased. Every footstep he took seemed surprisingly loud, as the man slowly came into view. Artemis’s footsteps seemed to diminish what little serenity that was left in the environment. The echoes of his footsteps sending ripples into the fabric of the night.
The other man in contrast seemed to be completely silent. He seemed like a shadow gliding silently through the night. His very presence seemed to emit a strange and distorted vibe into the universe.
This vibe seemed to affect Artemis very strangely as he tried to categorize it,. It seemed to exude the enigma’s personality into the void surrounding them. Artemis could sense a cold logical intelligence like his own. A flood of confused feelings and emotions seemed to hit Artemis as he got closer.
Time seemed to slow down as this moment passed, and then for a moment as Artemis and the man finally passed one another time seemed to stop. All of Artemis’s senses seemed to go numb. There was nothing but the man. There was no sound there was no wind, there was no time. And in the split second the man whispered something that seemed to fill Artemis’s mind.
"Mind yourself....There are worse than I in the dark."
After that moment time seemed to continue on everything returning as they passed each other. Artemis’s mind becoming constantly more obsessed with this phenomenon and this man. After he walked another ten feet past the man Artemis felt the urge to turn around and look at him. He lifted one foot off the ground turning quickly on the spot his eyes reflecting a cold intense focus. After another couple seconds Artemis started to walk after the man in at the same slow pace.
As Artemis trailed the man from behind, he couldn’t help, but be intensely obsessed and curious about this man and this feeling. He couldn’t let this moment pass him by.
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Post by Gilsin on Sept 10, 2007 5:10:23 GMT 1
It wasn't long for Ein notice the footsteps that were at one point putting distance from him, began to close the distance. A small grumble would pour from his lips, it was annoying that someone would wish to test his words. Perhaps they thought they were that worse thing in the night. It would have to be seen, before action was taken.
Ein would stop just abit from the center of a ring of yellow street light. His shadow pushed outwards, a dark silhouette of the tall form. He wouldn't turn to see the man that was following him, but once he stepped into the circle of light, Ein knew exactly where he was. His head would only turn slightly, but he didn't need to see the man to see how he was standing.
"Yes?..."
The single word would be spoken, louder than he had spoken the last time to conform with the situation. His voice wouldn't carry that way very well with his back to the man. But Ein didn't min so much, the man didn't seem to be aggressive.
Atleast not judging from the position his Shadow was in.
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Post by artemis on Sept 12, 2007 7:38:46 GMT 1
Artemis kept walking forward in his slow rhythmic place his eyes transfixed on the back of the man’s head. He was focused and somewhat obsessed over this strange feeling and this man. He didn’t hear the man address him all he could hear was the rhythmic echoing footsteps as he walked toward him.
Artemis didn’t quite know what it was about this man that was so intriguing to him, there seemed to be an invisible force between them pulling them together. The man’s aura seemed to be beckoning to him. He unwittingly was thought of the story of Jason and the sirens from Greek mythology as he walked closer to the man.
He walked to within a few feet of the man facing his back. The light made the man look like a dark shadow against the starry night.
Artemis stood there for a moment trying to come up with a way to articulate this feeling into words. Finally something he read came to his mind. In a calm emotionless voice he recited:
“ ’Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit.’* To know the pain of isolation among many is the curse of a uniquely intelligent mind. ”
* Translated: There has never been any great genius without a spice of madness. Quoted from Seneca (Lucius Annaeus Seneca) in De Tranquillitate Animi (XVII, 10)
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Post by Gilsin on Sept 19, 2007 6:53:00 GMT 1
"I am not so isolated as you may think, but still. We are but a sandbar in an ocean of ignorance...."
The language was not one Ein knew off the top of his head. It occured to him that it was possibly Latin, but still it didn't seem to be something that was entirely in use to this day. Or perhaps not something the Mind had ran across as of yet.
The body of the Varronite would remain still. The head slightly turned and watching the other man's shadow. The form was still stretched, exaggerated, but easily read. There was no aggression, but Ein wasn't about to show the man any kindness yet. The Mind wasn't a kind master to any, especially to the host it resided in.
The slowly growing puddles of dark red blood that slid down from his arms and lips were a sign of that. The vicious beating that Ein had lead some of his Genaht into was a sign of that. The pain that would soon be delivered to the Ignorant and Arrogant would be the ultimate sign.
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Post by artemis on Sept 19, 2007 7:40:25 GMT 1
“Yes, to be gifted with intelligence is to be laden with a burden, the strain of which is difficult to bare.”
As Artemis he brought up his right arm his sleeve falling slightly as he examined his wrist. The thick discolored scar stared back at him.
“The mind can be a person’s worst adversary, It can develop tortures that are far more damaging then anything external could ever hope to achieve.”
Artemis said almost to himself as he stared blankly at the back of his arm.
“It is a pain no one should be forced to endure."
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Post by Gilsin on Sept 20, 2007 2:47:04 GMT 1
"You are no fool, but you did not listen closely."
Ein would sigh somewhat, he could understand. It wasn't hard to get caught up in one's own thoughts in the middle of another person's sentence, but it was still rather poor not to listen carefully. Especially when the words held such importance.
"I am not alone, there are more. Room enough for another."
The invitation wasn't subtle, but Ein wasn't known for such an attribute either. The mind knew they also needed more members if things were going to go even half well. The Watcher's wouldn't release their hold easily, nor would they be shown incompetent without a good deal of work and manpower.
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Post by artemis on Sept 25, 2007 20:34:51 GMT 1
Artemis's focus moved slowly from his scar to the shadow of the man in front of him. His eyes shone with curious contemplation as he considered the man's request.
There was something different about this man. It was more then his odd appearance and obvious psychosis, Artemis felt a connection to him. He was oddly drawn to the man's presence, but he couldn't figure out why.
This man seemed more intriguing then any man he had ever met, so he decided it was best not to squander this opportunity. Artemis began to move in a wide circle around the man as he talked.
"Your invitation is intriguing. knowing others like myself may be beneficial in the future. I think it would be foolish not to take you up on this offer."
Artemis now stood directly in front of the man and stared at him directly in his eyes with a cold and calculating intensity. has he suspected the man's eyes reflected a deep and thoughtful personality much like his own.
Artemis extended his right hand toward the man without averting his gaze. He held it out above the man's waist waiting for him to return the gesture and shake his hand.
"My name is Artemis."
OOC: sorry for taking so long computer problems then a lot of homework and such. I just wanted to hurry up and throw out a reply as soon as I could so I apologize if the quality seems a bit subpar.
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Post by Gilsin on Oct 1, 2007 5:02:08 GMT 1
"Ein Gilsin."
The Varronite would take Artemis' hand firmly and shake it. Being careful not to speak too loudly, the fresh marks of his Mind irritating his skin and threatening to tear further.
Without another word Ein would remove one of his two armbands. It wouldn't take long, his long fingers unlatching the buckle with the ease only practice brings. It wasn't long before he was handing it to the newly accepted Genaht.
There was only one thing said to give explanation for the sigil of Genaht. The deep voice would whisper it with a small amount of fervor and deep meaning.
"The Mark of a Mind."
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