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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 11, 2007 5:34:12 GMT -5
Eithne sat on the highest point of the roof, her red eyes looking out over the school grounds as the cold rain fell softly around her, it wasn't pouring, but it was certainly raining anyways. Her knees were pulled up to her chest as she sat there, wrapped in her jacket and her eyes never looking around her but instead staying fixed on a single point off in the distance. Her dark, wet hair was in thick strands around her face, she blinked placidly as she broke her stillness and looked to her left, and then to her right, it could be seen, the two thin lines of blood that trailed from each eye to her chin. She made no movements to wipe the liquid from her face but she just looked back to the distance. In all honesty, if there was ever a time to sneak up on Eithne, it was now... when she wasn't paying attention, and even more, it was raining so all scents were washed from the air and most noises were masked. Eithne closed her eyes as she stayed perched on the roof, her mind wandering to a place she had been before, many times before. A tall windmill with a room at the top, filled with tomes of all sizes, she'd meet Adem there. The arms of the windmill spinning lazily as the wind spun them. She knew every detail by heart, she hated herself for it, but she did remember. She remembered it when she wasn't refferred to by people in hushed breaths as 'vampire' she remembered what it was like before people became afraid of her, and before it became a game to kill her.
She was remembering what it was like to be... just human.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 11, 2007 15:51:19 GMT -5
Cowl stood on top of the roof in the very center of it. No one had seen him come up or how he precisely got there, but their he was. He was dressed in his tattered cloak. Rain poured down his face wetting his hair. He looked alot more attractive when he was wet when dry or any other time. Rain brought out the best of him. That was why he liked it so much. There was no particular reason why he was up on the sealing. But as he looked forward he noticed her. Eithne. But what was surprising was that she was crying. Normally Cowl would have rubbed this in Eithne's face or went on by saying something like he was right. Instead Cowl just walked behind her. He stood behind her looking out into the distance. "Your pretty when you cry you know."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 11, 2007 16:25:11 GMT -5
"I'm not crying." she kept her eyes away from Cowl, closed as if not acknowleging he was there, that's how it would look to anyone watching... if anyone was watching, anyways. Her red eyes opened slightly and she wiped the blood tears from her face as if it would do anything to prove Cowl wrong, but it would only prove him more correct and to be honest, Eithne knew it. She opened her eyes, looking at the ground, "Why are you here?" she asked, her eyes narrowed and her jaw set. She crossed her arms over her chest as the rain came down on her and the rest of Twilight Moon. "I don't always need you to show up. Nor do I always want you to." it was a rather cold way to greet someone, admittedly. But it was rather normal for Eithne nowadays.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 11, 2007 16:32:54 GMT -5
Cowl said nothing but just smiled. He looked forward like he had done before. The smile was not making fun, or anything like it. The smile said that he knew she was crying and so did he. Cowl did not feel like fighting Eithne. he did not let her harsh words hurt him. After all why get upset. If she didn't like him then that was her opinion. "I didn't come here for you. I came here for no real reason. Just to be somewhere and no where at the same time. This place just defined that description." Water droplets fell down Cowl's face as he looked towards the sky. The rain felt good. As it always did. To Cowl rain was a way to wash the sins of other away. That was why he liked it so much. Rain made things grow. Maybe it could for him. Cowl spoke again not looking at Eithne. When he spoke, he was talking more to himself, not to her. "Why... Why are humans so selfish?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 11, 2007 16:52:36 GMT -5
Eithne was stunned for the slightest moment, "Why don't you ask yourself? Because obviously when it comes to people... I'm not the most knowlegable these days." she sighed as she pushed a few strands of wet black hair behind her ear and looked towards Cowl, standing up. She was shorted than Cowl, Eithne not being too terribly tall of a person, her red eyes scanned Cowl for a few seconds, "Any more questions?" she inquired, a bit of her tears that she had missed was just now being washed away by the rain.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 11, 2007 16:57:29 GMT -5
Cowl turned towards her, his expression relaxed. He turned away as if not to answer. he was staring out into the distance again as if he was deeply thinking. "Why is it... That you do not allow yourself to love?" It was a question he supposed a million people who ever liked her ever wanted to ask. But he wondered just how many had asked it. "Because vampires are created to be naturally very beautiful creatures. So why don't you use it? Why don't you all yourself to love?" he was not talking about loving things or animals but about humans and vampires. "Life can be very boring if you have no one to share it with." That for the matter was true. he had been alone almost his entire life. So that was why he could say that. Life to him was boring. Never being liked or loved by anyone. Not even his own parents. It's hard to stay alive with that. Cowl did not look at her. He felt no need to.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 11, 2007 17:20:03 GMT -5
Eithne's gaze darted to the ground, "People try to kill me, comforting words while they try. They say it's for the best of things- how can I know if you're like that or not, or if anyone is... or if I even want it? You and others try, and you don't don't know how hard it is for any vampire to resist people. I'm not going to fall for people if it's just because that's what they want." she looked into the rain for a few moments, "People will say whatever it takes what they want... I don't know if you or Damon is like that.... I don't know what you mean by helping. Every day you leave yourself open and I learn more, everyone here is like that- and I can't do that. Why should I have to need you? Or anyone? Don't you understand?" she asked, her red eyes looking towards him, almost as if trying to draw his gaze up. "How can I stay with anyone, love anyone when they expect from me things that I can't give? I've been told that I need someone to show me what I need to be, but it doesn't work that way." she seemed frustrated, "Is that why you seem to be so... attracted or whatever? Because I won't give you what you seem to ask for, need? Why do you do this? I'm not going to love you or anyone else here. If I were to trust you, how do I know you really care? I don't want that." she stopped and took a few deep breaths, feeling she'd gotten carried away, her face bright red, from anger or embarrassment was unsure. She clenched her fists though, she looked back into the rain now. She didn't expect Cowl to understand exactly what she was saying, he wouldn't understand it... she wouldn't think many people would.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 11, 2007 18:11:43 GMT -5
Cowl still looked into the distance. She answered his question and asked so many questions of her own. He didn't have the answers to all her questions but he did have the answer to the most important one. She was right in a way not to love anyone. He could understand how she thought she didn't need anyone. He used to think that himself. But he stopped when he realized that he did need people. He needed others to survive. She was also right about talking about not being able to give people what they need. He had no idea the answer to that question. How could he? He was not a vampire. But he could answer to her last question. And he answered it. "You can read minds Eithne." That said everything about any other related questions to the last one. She could read his mind and know he loved her very much. "I can't make you love Eithne." He turned towards her at the moment. "All I can do is love you. And if you love me or anyone ever... Then that is for you to decide. But you should remember your a vampire. Your going to live for eternity unless someone kills you." He turned away from her. If she wanted to leave she could. he didn't care. But he hoped she would stay with him.
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Post by Creator on Dec 11, 2007 18:32:25 GMT -5
"Oh, listen to you." Damon's voice came before his body, which materialized on the rooftop near the other two. "It's Cowl, right? You're talking about love, my friend, and love is a very powerful word." He leapt down and walked closer to them, finding the situation rather funny. "You don't even know what love is. Hell, I don't either. You're under some serious mind control, and the culprit is hormones." His eyes shifted to Eithne, and he gave a nod of acknowledgement before looking back at Cowl. "Unless you know every last thing about her, and adore them all, and vice-versa, don't say 'love'. Because when it comes to true love, each person only gets one, and its not likely you'd find yours so quickly, without knowing much about her." Odd, that someone like Damon would be capable of saying the word "love". He reached into his pocket and took out a small white die. "Tell you what. I'll roll this die. If it's one, two, or three, you two aren't fated together, and if it's four, five, or six, you are. Just for kicks." A somewhat devilish grin played across his face as he eyed the two.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 11, 2007 18:55:59 GMT -5
Cowl turned towards Damon. He had no idea why this man had decided to show up. He listened to what he said and found his entire concept not right. A single dice could not predict anything about love. He responded to his first statements. “I do not know what love is. But I know how it feels.” Cowl looked at Damon in the eyes. Why had he come here just to boast about how he knew more then Cowl. Was there any meaning to his actions? Or did he have his own agenda with Eithne. If so Cowl wondered if he knew that Eithne was not going to love anyone. Or at least that was what she said. “I’m glad you let a dice decide the fate of something as big as love.” he said lookingto Eithne. “Do you know who this is?”
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 11, 2007 19:04:58 GMT -5
"Damon, what the hell are you talking about?" Eithne frowned, if Eithne had been opening up earlier, she was certainly closing up away from them now. Her red eyes narrowed towards Damon, and then Cowl. She blinked away the redness of her tears and she began regaining her classic, cold as stone composure. Emotion gone again, locked up and she hated herself for letting it be seen like that. She would have kicked herself if it wouldn't had looked so odd.
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Post by Creator on Dec 11, 2007 19:13:01 GMT -5
"Nice to see you too," he thought, the words transmitted to her by none other than Berstunic. "And don't worry, I'm not one to judge. If you want me to leave, I will." He tossed the die, watching it bounce for a moment before rolling to a stop, revealing that the sides were blank. Damon, however, looked surprised. "Well I'll be... would you look at that! I guess nobody can say what will happen. Perhaps we shouldn't try to push one way or the other, but let destiny sort things out. After all, it's fairly good at it." The die poofed away in a tiny wisp of purple smoke, blowing away into the wind. Rather than being subtle, he decided to go ahead and ask. "Why are you so defensive?"
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Post by demonfire on Dec 11, 2007 19:33:08 GMT -5
((Invasion time, >> <<))
"Pfft, destiny shmestiny," Estrik said, appearing from the shadows of the storm. "If you believe in that stuff, then I'm afraid you've got another thing coming. "And how might you be faring in this fine weather, Miss Eithne?" Estrik asked in a very mocking-courteous way. After all, he wasn't number 2 on Eithne's hit list anymore. He had some wiggle room...for now of course. "And my good friend Cowl! Been making some new friends?" Estrik asked with a slight smile. Sure, the memory was a bit cloudy, but at least clear enough to show that Cowl was playing with matches in a barrel of gasoline. And when you play with fire and its accelerators, you're bound to get burned.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 12, 2007 8:56:39 GMT -5
Cowl looked towards Damon as he tossed the dice. He thought the whole thing was ridiculious but couldn't force his eyes away from the dice. As it landed blank Cowl thought that just proved his theory. One couldn't determine love with a dice. . Before he comment on Damon's arrival, Estrik appeared. This was getting the more so crowded and more so attractive to other people. Cowl once again listened, listening to what Estrik had to say. When Estrik started talking about making new friends Cowl looked away. He did not want Eithne knowing just what he had done. Some how he had no doubt that, the deal he had made with Lucifer is what Estrik was talking about. Cowl turned to the two of them and then to Eithne. "All I know... Is that everytime I try to get close to people. Everyone pulls them away." His statement had no meaning towards the two men. It would have meaning to Eithne. Cowl looked away again and into the distance.
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Post by Creator on Dec 12, 2007 18:14:52 GMT -5
"I'm not pulling," he said, "I'm just warning you about pushing. It won't turn out good, especially with a person like Eithne. I wouldn't get on her bad side, if I were you." He said it almost jokingly, in a way. "There's such a thing as too much, and if you keep letting your emotions overflow so much, it will have an opposite effect." A spark of electricity ran down his arm, crackling away as it jumped off his fingertips. "Think about how many guys must be bombarding Eithne like this. It can't be helpful to toss another log on the fire." "There you go with the analogies again." "Shut up. I happen to like analogies."
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