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Post by rue on Sept 26, 2009 3:34:28 GMT -5
One jagged rib protruded through the wolf's chestnut mane, soaking its fur coat and tearing muscle further as its very form seemed to stretch. Flesh tore around the bared bone and a weak whimper escaped beore the beast collapsed from exhaustion. The meal had won. Moments of silence passed. Then, a blade peeked through the stomach cavity, dragging down towards the mutt's rear legs savagely.
Abruptly, a sharp intake of breath escaped the corpse and out exited a drenched, scarlet-clad individual; it appeared to be some disturbing birth, while in fact a life had just been lost.
The being shook his hood off, cringing at the slight sting of digestive acids and general stench of copper. It was sickening, mainly because he hadn't in anyway predicted the situation. He was... just in a prison cell. Had he finally snapped?
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And what the fuck was he...?
The hooded apparel was crimson and somehow, this was hilarious as hell. Little red riding hood and the big bad wolf... Beyond Birthday wiped the saliva from his cheek and grinned faintly at the desecrated body. Well this is a difficult version of the story. A much more entertaining one at that. Upon completely removing himself from the wolf's inside, B appraised his surroundings and deduced that he was approximately... not in a high-security prison.
Trees. And dolls which had been hung apparently. Amusing. Was this some sort of twisted experiment or was he asleep? Probably the latter, considering he'd crawled out of a dead animal.
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Post by Gippal Hacker on Sept 26, 2009 4:10:04 GMT -5
"Boppity bop bop bop, doo dee doo doo..."
Fingerless gloved hands snapped every other beat, combat boots crunching along the forest floor in sync with the non comprehensible humming.
"It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A," Gippal continued, voice appropriately soft so as to not disturb any wildlife (or any other unwanted company, for that matter). "They got everthin' you can enjoy, hangin' with all boys.."
No one ever said the blonde was a singer, but that was because they were too busy complaining about how annoying he was. Gippal rarely listened to them of course, and liked to sing whether people liked it or not, thank you very much.
"Badda bop bop, badda bop," the meaningless humming resumed, hands instead changing their tempo and clapping together, emitting a slightly muffled sound.
The teen's trek through the forest wasn't totally meaningless. Truth be told, he really just needed to get the hell out of the castle. Too many boogies everywhere, and boy had he had enough of those the last three years.
Of course, the Crimson Woods...wasn't exactly the best choice to roam. Despite its overall harmless nature, it still induced fear in nearly everyone who went in it. Maybe it was that eerie sense of how ridiculously big it was, and the likelihood of getting lost that aroused paranoia. Regardless, Gippal had been in more frightening situations, and his uncanny sense of misdirection never failed. After all, what's a guy without his confidence?
The grotesque sound of some sort of..moist tearing caught Gippal's ears. Furrowing his brow in confusion, the teen looked around before spotting a source of movement. Incidentally, a very large and sincerely pissed off-looking wolf was slowly approaching him. It's coat looked a little bloody, and he offhandedly wondered if it was wounded.
"Shit," mumbled the blonde, hands raising defensively, "Whoa now, nice doggy.." Before he could take more than two steps backwards however, the creature toppled forward and from its belly erupted a bloodied form.
The first thought in Gippal's mind was that it was some sort of birth, and after a few moments of watching the newly arrived humanoid, began contemplating exactly what a satanic birth looked like. However, he was really too intrigued at this point to do anything but stare.
The shaggy individual crawled out of the wolf's stomach, shaking its head and attempting to clean off its..clothed body? The blonde's mouth opened slowly, body trying to form words but brain too confused to follow suit.
"Huh," he finally got out, momentarily scaring himself with the new source of noise, "What..what just happened?" When it was clear this was indeed a human however, Gippal stepped forward a few feet and blinked at the man.
"You okay, man?" [/size][/font] |
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Post by rue on Sept 26, 2009 4:34:03 GMT -5
B's new cloak seemed intent on clinging to the ground, having gathered up gallons of thick liquids which had added several pounds to his little fairytale costume. This was ridiculous. He sometimes worried that he really were unstable and this-- this dream, hallucination, whatever-- it wasn't soothing his rare concerns. The inital sickening sounds of slick flesh-tearing seemed to return as he pushed himself up to his full height, though his back curved down once righted. Bad habits and all that jazz.
"Huh."
Foggy hues slipped up to his audience and B quickly took in the unique attire as beyond his capacity for creativity. So he'd crawled out of a wolf and now a pirate served as his first encounter? And this, Gippal Hacker. His observant gaze dropped down to his own sullied appearance absently. The prisoner (ex-prisoner?) wiped the blood from his cheek and licked up any that wouldn't clutch to the threads of his clothing. Yes, he would strip soon if this was how it would be. The blond's question seemed unheard for a brief minute.
"Depends on how one defines okay~" He felt a faint smirk tug at his lips. Eyes shot back to stare. "I'm not in pain, if that's your question, Gippal."
It was hard.
Trying to be him when it had been so long.
So he was blending a mixture of the idiosyncrasies and personality traits he'd actually adopted without the need to play act. It resulted in a very awkward individual. Very acceptable.
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Post by Gippal Hacker on Sept 26, 2009 4:51:14 GMT -5
"Uhhhh...." Gippal felt his stomach clench as the male actually made to wipe at his cheek. This wouldn't have been so bad if he had maybe wiped it off, but no. He had then proceeded to lick it off.
Something about that just..seemed entirely wrong.
But he had encountered weird people before, this was nothing new, just maybe a little more..disgusting. Inwardly shaking his head, Gippal decided not to dwell on the absurdity of the situation.
"Depends on how one defines okay~"
Slightly unnerving voice too.
"I'm not in pain, if that's your question, Gippal."
...what.
"What?" he voiced, tone cracking slightly. Clearing his throat, he continued. "How..okay, okay, whatever." He moved his hands dismissively, as if having to physically rid himself of the situations.
"Wait, no," he spoke again, contradicting himself. Both index fingers rose slowly, one eyebrow lowering in thought, "Who are you?" No words could describe the level of confusion present in the boy's mind. [/size][/font] |
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Post by rue on Sept 26, 2009 5:13:30 GMT -5
Gippal's heightened tone helped to ease the minimal unease beneath B's outward confidence and resolve. Even if he was quite trusting of his logic, one could not deny the realistic senses he had been experiencing while, usually, his dreams were disjointed memories, nightmares, fantasies and never so vivid: the crimson liquid wet between his digits, the burn from that acid, the unfamiliar sound of Gippal Hacker's voice and detail to scenery... it was out of the ordinary. If he really had escaped somehow, he sure as hell wanted to know how. And what drug.
Back to the stuttering stranger... It was clear he'd be of no assistance, excluding direction out of these woods. The surprise didn't seem to phase B's deliberately slow stripping as he finally tore the cloak off. It was thick enough to save his shirt from becoming transparent but he was still uncomfortable with the sticky film covering his bare skin.
A dark eyebrow arched at the male's poorly planned response. Then again, he had used his name right away. Not that it mattered much-- most people gave their name freely when greeting someone. There was something special about catching someone off-guard though.
"Rue Ryuuzaki." He pinched the soaked cloak between two fingers, holding it away and released quickly. "But that doesn't exactly answer your question. In fact, it's the least important thing to know about someone. Their name, that is." B murmured thoughtlessly and shook a few dark droplets from his raven locks. "Where am I?"
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Post by Gippal Hacker on Sept 27, 2009 22:46:13 GMT -5
"Rue..Ryuuzaki," Gippal repeated slowly, the name coming out as more of a mumble than anything else. A gloved hand rose to his head, scratching it thoughtfully. "Weird name," he commented, lips twisting, "But uhh...Gippal. Gippal Hacker, that is."
It was weird, real weird to be talking to someone so..weird. Usually the blonde was keen on keeping away from most freaks, as they usually turned out to be boogies. And this guy..might not be a boogie, but he might as well shove him in that category anyway.
The hand lowered to be placed on a hip, and one leg rose off the ground before the foot planted itself on the thigh of the other. He held an uncanny resemblance to a flamingo, minus the pink feathers of course.
"Uhh..wait, you don't know where we are?" The confusion must have been evident on his face, as he certainly felt surprised. "You..oh man, did you just get here?" A grin formed on the blonde's lips before a laugh bubbled from his throat. "Geez, man..This is Wonderland!"
Giving a nod of his head, the leg fell back onto the ground and Gippal continued chuckling for a moment longer. "But uh, not the kind you might be thinin' of." [/size][/font] |
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Post by rue on Sept 28, 2009 20:22:40 GMT -5
It had hardly been five minutes and Beyond already compiled a rough profile; it would be fruitless to taunt this man. Those loose movements and the generally careless atmosphere about him (only slightly dulled by slight nervousness) proved that he was a candid individual- or he wasn't secretive at least. So any mocking would boil down to simple entertainment.
The pine needles dug into his heels, the discomfort too clear again. Thin fingers wrung out the sticky salive from his sleeves and gray hues followed the limb's awkward bend. He was odd. And throw in that eye patch- Beyond was curious. He kicked the remnants of the forest to the side, trudging forward awkwardly.
"..."
"Wonderland, you say?" B snickered. Well, his burn scars were missing. That and the fact that he was now in Lewis Carrol's novel confirmed that this was a ridiculous dream. A dream that wasn't too boring since it had mutated with the Riding Hood story and felt so realistic. Hmn, would he die in person if he died in a dream? Always an interesting question. If it was possible, none ever lived to tell obviously.
"Oh?" B looked Gippal over once more before resting his attention on that open expression. "Not Alice's then? And which persona do you represent? One of the Tweedle's?"
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