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 Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 8:40 pm
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 2:42 am
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 7:43 am
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 6:27 pm
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Angstbucket Edgelord Captain
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 9:07 pm
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Dawn broke in an explosion of colours over the grey city. It was overly cliche, just how far apart in every aspect that the dead land and the sky were. A contradiction to rusted, scarred, back alleyways. The sunrise radiated a pure sort of hope.
Astrid could swear that the air was singing, thrumming in a melody. Interspersed by the clinking of broken glass and empty spray-paint cans that rolled over in her wake, the song peaked for one terrifying, breathless moment - and faded.
Faded like the dripping patterns on the walls. Once garish, gaudy, a city girl's proclaimation of her own dream. Neon colours gone monochrome, hopeful expression gone weary and cynical.
The city air, so permeated with the fog and filth of human desire, swam mistily before her eyes. Gray dust obscuring the colours, to hide the false image in the heavens.
Dreams die in this wasteland of a city...
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 9:47 pm
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Λphrodite○Ҁaldwell ══════════════════════════
I am here, hiding behind the curtain,
Aphrodite stopped in her tracks, looked from side to side, then kept walking. A frown formed on her lips as she went around the high school in another circle. This was her nightly routine. Aphrodite would come during the night, walk around the school a couple times to make sure there was nothing lurking around, then go on her way. This was just another way to keep the humans safe, and that was her goal, to keep the humans safe. Aphrodite then turned around, climbed up the chain link fence of the school, and landed gracefully on the other side. She smoothed out her school uniform she still had on from early on the day. She really did look like a normal high school student. Tapping the toe of her shoe lightly on the ground, she went her long route back home. This was another precaution on the humans' safety. Crossing down an ally, Aphrodite stopped again. She tilted her head, thinking she heard a noise. She listened, then kept walking, the frown never leaving her face.
And waiting for my spotlight.
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Angstbucket Edgelord Captain
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 10:35 pm
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Ⱥsтяι∂✗gαя∂ε ▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪
Dreams were funny things, in every sense of the word. Dreams being hopes for the future, something to look forward to. Dreams being limitless. Dreams being the quiet satisfaction of a peaceful night in comfort and warmth.
The city could provide none of these things. An artificial sky domed overhead, suffocating, restricting. And as the humans always were, earthbound and helpless. Astrid had seen the angel, heard the mocking flutter of feathers that would brush - and crush the canopy that kept them in. The heights that they could fly to were only paralleled by their limitless arrogance.
She scorned those that believed they could be protectors. Those, soaring above in their pride and naivety, believing that they could fight for justice. The paragon of "angelic" virtues, to help the weak. But the weak were weak, and survival of the fittest dictated that their kind would die off.
That monochrome block - the institution, had always been a place that Astrid couldn't stand. Uniform perfection, strict rules. It was opressive, it was disgusting. Quite the example that this city followed, with none of the freedom that lurked in the alleys as she did. She felt nothing for the children inside. Trapped they were, helpless both in body and spirit. But her spirit could fight.
And then it struck her - pity. She vaulted over the chain-link and brushing past, left the mark.
The neon bird cascaded on the sides of the concrete, one mangled wing bleeding a rainbow.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 2:14 pm
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 3:25 pm
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Λphrodite○Ҁaldwell ══════════════════════════
I am here, hiding behind the curtain,
There it was. It struck her, leaving her standing frozen. The feeling of death and a demon nearby. She had almost made it back, she could see her normal two story home. Aphrodite was frozen on the side walk, her heart beating in her chest. She heard the faint yell of the boy entering his house she was standing in front of. With pure instinct, she picked up a stone laying on the sidewalk. There was a flash of her hand, and the streetlight she had been standing under burst, and went out.
Aprhodite stood on the dark street corner, looking every way was to make sure no one was watching. Instantly, her wings sprouted from her back. The stretched far, the red featers seemed to glow in the pitch darkness. Her knees bent, and she was sent soaring back to the school. It only to a minute to arrive back, her feet landing on the ground swiftly and gracefully. She was infront of the chain linked fence, looking at the woman. Her wings curled against her back, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She knew what she was, she could practically smell it on her. "This is my territory." Her tone was calm, and her words flowed smoothly. "I request you leave immediately. "She wasn't looking for a fight, in fact, she really wasn't in the mood for one.
And waiting for my spotlight.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 4:56 am
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Ⱥsтяι∂✗gαя∂ε ▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▏▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪
Astrid could have called it motherly, if only the expression were less devoid of any hint of love. The angel was staring at her with an eerie mixture of self-righteousness, disgust, patronising contempt and and air of someone who thought themselves superior.
Annoyed as she was, Astrid couldn't stop the hint of a smile that cracked on her face.
"How morbidly appropriate. An angel, a harbinger of death as a guardian of this institution. Really, people have a terrible sense of humour these days."
Her dry tone was followed by a sudden, sharp flash of movement. Astrid hopped off the chain-link fence and drifted in the direction of the boy. Uneasiness, not fear, had coloured his expression. And it was clear in that moment. There was no weakness here, just surprise, and no knowledge that would stir him up against either side. She could see the angel's movements again, oddly wary, an overprotective mother smothering her charge.
Astrid started again, more determinedly in the direction of the boy's house. Taunting, sullying that silken rush of feathers again, to taint the floor as red as her wings.
Glancing back to make sure the angel was still there, Astrid picked up a shard of street lamp, flipping it casually and watching the meagre hints of light glimmer off it.
"Is this any way to treat your territory, angel? Are you as much of a destroyer as you believe me to be?"
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Angstbucket Edgelord Captain
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 6:51 am
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 9:07 pm
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The angel's words were expected - and certainly not as angelic as her appearance would lead others to believe. Astrid didn't falter in the slightest, keeping a calm, steady drift up as her rollerskates marked the light concrete. Let the angel come. Let all of heaven come at her, for enroaching on their territory.
"You would spill blood so close to a street of innocent sleepers?"
Ear cocked for a reply. Breathless wind, urging her on. And so she started forward, seeing - through the gloom of old windows - a small figure inside, movements more relaxed, now that he was indoors. Under a roof and within the small circle of false security it brought. Neared the fragile glass. Heard the rush of wind behind her.
The crimson stream dribbled pathetically in its attempt to paint the floor, the dripping shard of glass flashing red.
"Humans aren't blind. I take it you'll be here to clean up the mess when I'm gone?"
A testing smile, the self-inflicted wound beginning to dam itself. A red, gaping mouth. It smiled.
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Angstbucket Edgelord Captain
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 11:11 pm
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Λphrodite○Ҁaldwell ══════════════════════════
I am here, hiding behind the curtain,
"I am only here to protect the humans in my territory, whether you liver or die is not my problem." She said, circling around the demon to put herself between the house that held the boy and the offender."But if you do spill blood on my watch, I will not hesitate to spill yours." Her growl was evident, and her eyes seemed to shoot straight through the woman. It was dark out, the street lamp that had once given the street it's light had been shattered, all thanks to Aphrodite. The humans couldn't see them, all they would see were dark figures in the shadows. That's is exactly what she wanted. Aphrodite wanted to just be a shadow for the humans, letting them have the spotlight. Forever hiding behind the curtain until something went amiss. As for cleaning up the mess, it wouldn't be difficult. A couple angels on the local police force could handle the clean up. All they would need was a good story.
And waiting for my spotlight.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 3:14 am
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"Peace."
Astrid spread her hands in a placatory gesture, watching the irate angel stomp all over her territory in a self-assured flame of delusion. The feathery wisps of clouds in the sky were strangely reminiscent of feathers, and Astrid thought she finally understood the source of the atmosphere of the city. The angels. Guarding. Stifling. A barrier between inside and outside, an invisible, suffocating web.
The shard dropped onto the pavement with a soft tinkle, tracing the smallest hint of blood into the cracks. Winding her way around the streetlamps, she left one last, lingering look at the hint of shadow, the solid obstacle of the angel.
"This one, then, will be coddled and helpless when danger comes. That will be your problem."
Tipping a jaunty salute to the diminishing red figure, Astrid swept away, eye catching for one moment on the rainbow of a bird on the school building. It would be the only mark of her efforts, and even then, it would probably be gone by dawn.
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