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Post by jezebel on Sept 25, 2009 2:20:10 GMT -5
Jezebel didn't show any outward indication that the glare directed her way intimated her, and refused to shy away. Though she outwardly avoided conflicts, she was never one to be bullied or taken advantage of.
When Akira shrugged off her hand, the brunette did nothing to object to this. She remained sitting, eyes watching as he stalked away, the permanent glare of his violet eyes flaring to life. Clearly her remark had done more than just hit a nerve; seemed she stepped on a mine.
When the boy sighed however, and showed signs of relenting, Jezebel felt the tension in the room lighten somewhat.
""I just don't like the term 'master',"
The boogie understood this all too-well. No one liked being owned against their will. Obviously she had over stepped her boundaries. She even made to admit to this when the blonde began back her way and sat beside her once more.
At his next comment however, Jezebel found herself exhaling softly. Giving a shake of her head, she turned her face away.
"I can't really say," she responded after a few moments silent contemplation, "They..that is to say, we, seem to think humans are lower than ourselves." She felt her inky hair fall into her face again, though made no move to remove it this time.
"Most of us think you don't deserve the lives you have. Most of us like to think that we're saving you from an unfortunate situation or denying you of a good one. But the few others," she paused here to raise her head once more and gazed at the far wall, "we don't believe we have any right, even if the child has a terrible home."
It was strange, really. Rarely had she been asked this question, at least from an adult. Most children that had inquired about the motives of boogiemen didn't understand her logic. And most fellow boogies believed her philosophy to be rubbish, wallowing instead in the sick joy of depriving a child of their family. It felt almost..nice to say it to a willing and comprehending source for once. [/size] |
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Post by Akira Yamaguchi on Sept 25, 2009 14:22:28 GMT -5
Akira listened to Jezebel in silence. Even when her soft voice faded from the confines of the shack, he remained quiet, thinking over her words. He'd pretty much sworn off all Boogies as his enemy, didn't matter what their stand was, but if he was hearing her right, then Jezebel...wasn't exactly an enemy. It didn't sound as though she were thrilled about children being taken away from their homes. Many would probably argue that Akira had been taken here to get him away from what would inevitably be his death, but he agreed with Jezebel, it wasn't the Boogie's right to play god with his life. It was his, and his alone.
He let out a humorless laugh and shook his head. "This would be a lot easier if I could just hate you," he said. He looked up at the sagging ceiling and frowned. "It may have been hard, believing that every single Boogie was a monster, you're screwing with my philosophy."
But he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a relief. It really was good to know that there were at least some Boogies that weren't doing whatever they could to ruin human lives. Akira lowered his gaze from the ceiling and looked to Jezebel again. He wondered how many others were like her, if he was right in assuming she was one. He frowned inwardly, at himself, he was just being paranoid again.
Akira did wondered briefly if Garland was like her. Though more prone to being a trickster, so far he hadn't seen him being overtly sinister, then again, he hardly ever saw the Boogie. But it led to other thoughts...did the Boogies know about Jezebel's feelings? Did they care? "I'm just going on what I know, but if you don't like the idea of Boogies taking children...how do the other Boogies take that? Isn't it supposed to be in your nature to kidnap helpless children?"
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Post by jezebel on Sept 25, 2009 18:00:12 GMT -5
Jezebel felt a feeling of..warmth, was it? It spread from her chest and made her feel quite good. At the prospect that such a cold human didn't hate her, it certainly lightened up her mood, if only slightly.
Lowering her face to Moogle's head, she placed her lips to it and applied a gentle kiss. She pulled away slowly and laid her cheek against the same spot, gazing at Akira politely.
"The others see my opinion as foolish," she answered honestly, "Though there are those few that agree, they keep to themselves." She paused here to think about the blonde's next question.
"Our nature," she repeated slowly, "nature.." With a soft exhale, Jezebel picked her head up and turned to stare meaningfully at the boy. "I am a woman, others are men. I don't see myself as a monster, and as such don't act like one. I act how I want, how my personality and even sex wants."
Jezebel clutched Moogle closer to her chest, apathetic red gaze fixed on the man. "As a human, is it within your nature to dictate everything you see? Be the bringer of your own death?" She shook her head, braids swaying slowly. "It's not wise to judge all beings just because of how most behave." [/size] |
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Post by Akira Yamaguchi on Sept 27, 2009 12:10:26 GMT -5
Akira didn’t have any trouble believing that. He was surprised that Jezebel was left alone…but then, he was making an assumption there. Unless she kept such thoughts to herself and was indulging his curiosity then there was no real reason for the other Boogies to know of her position. He couldn’t particularly see such a conversation going over well with all the others discussing the various plans on how to torture humans and having someone cut in by saying humans should be left alone. Yeah, great ice breaker right there.
“And I’m assuming that humans aren’t quite worth fighting for,” he said. Akira was just naturally rude, he didn’t really have a filter because he always said what was on his mind, nevermind if it could sound offensive. “I certainly wouldn’t want to die over someone else,” he added. Which, selfish as it sounded, was completely true.
He held her gaze when she looked at him, his brow furrowing slightly at her next words. They sounded almost…human. It was giving him a headache. Jezebel was turning out to be everything that was unexpected of a Boogie. He didn’t understand, but that’s because his hated for Boogies ran too deeply. They were supposed to be monsters, they weren’t supposed to be…well, like Jezebel. He shook his head and averted his gaze. “Well that blows my beliefs about Boogies out the window,” he smirked, his tone making it clear that he wasn’t convinced.
Akira looked at her again as she continued and frowned. “I suppose humans are more than capable of that, we were just born with an unfair disadvantage,” he said. He knew that she had a point, hell she was proving that not all Boogies were terrible, but he had lived here for twelve years and his hatred for Boogies was one of the only things that had kept him going. There was no comfort in Wonderland and he liked it that way, it kept him sharp and alert, but Jezebel was subtly wearing away at everything he had lived by, intentionally or not he couldn’t be sure.
He sighed heavily and shook his head. “You’re going to be detrimental to my health,” he said. “Here I was with a nice way of living and you went and changed things.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette, lighting it up and inhaling deeply, before letting the smoke rush into the air, watching its lazy ascent to the ceiling. The hint of a smirk appeared on his lips. “But no matter how valid your point may be, it’s not going to be enough to make me appreciate that some Boogies aren’t completely insane.”
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Post by jezebel on Sept 27, 2009 19:54:19 GMT -5
"It's not wrong to die for a cause, but I don't make it a habit of risking myself in order to change what's widely perceived as," one hand rose to make a quotation symbol, "our way of life." Jezebel was a woman who kept to herself, coming out of her shell to only aid those in need. Usually, she stayed within the confined of her room, nursing private grudges and fears. She wasn't one to outwardly express much of anything. "Being persecuted for different beliefs..it's hard enough without drawing attention to yourself."
“I certainly wouldn’t want to die over someone else,”
"Not many here would," she agreed, nodding her head, "most are within the impression that to survive, one must maintain a life of solitude." She paused here, eyes skirting towards the floor. "I think this theory is yet to be proven false."
This was mainly the reason for her own quiet life. One of no lovers, animals, or children of her own. The ones she took in would only be with her until they were ready to leave again. She held no attachments to anyone.
"Oh, I'm not asking you to," a soft chuckle from her throat, "only that perhaps, you won't hold such strong prejudices."
Ruby orbs glanced back up at the click of a lighter. The cherry burned brightly as the blonde inhaled, and dimmed to a mere ember once detached from his mouth. Jezebel reached up a manicured hand and, with two fingers, plucked the cigarette from the man's ownhand. Indigo painted lips wrapped around the appropriate end, mouth sucking as if on a straw. The stick of tobacco was extracted from her lips, and Jezebel slowly breathed in the smoke swirling about her mouth. Glancing back at the blonde, she offered the cigarette once more. [/size] |
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Post by Akira Yamaguchi on Sept 27, 2009 20:08:44 GMT -5
Akira could understand that. He may have gotten into a fair share of trouble trying to find a way out of here, but he never actively tried to find a way to just change how things were here. He knew to do so would be similar to being suicidal and as being alive was very important to him, he wasn’t liable to go directly against those that caused him so much anger. Not yet anyway. He was a meticulous person; Akira didn’t do anything unless he spent a lot of time planning it out. The only exception to this rule was his aimless wanderings, but even those served a purpose. He thought best when he was in solitude. “I can see where your dilemma comes up,” he conceded. “I wouldn’t exactly want to advertise such an unpopular frame of mind either.”
He thought for a moment that she was going to remark that living a life of solitude wasn’t the answer and was mildly surprised when she expressed that it seemed to be the best method. He shrugged and was quiet for a moment. “Place like this…it seems better to keep your head down rather than sticking your neck out,” he said. Yes, Akira wanted change, but he didn’t exactly see himself rallying up and directly challenging the Boogies. He wasn’t foolish enough to think of devising various plans to take them out. He would take just getting out of here and working on forgetting the last twelve years of his life had ever happened. It shouldn’t be too hard, not like he had any attachments to this place.
Akira frowned slightly. “I’ll do my best…I guess,” he said. That was pretty much a lie, Akira didn’t think that he’d be able to soften his prejudices. “Or maybe I’ll just cut you a deal and think of you as yourself rather than just another Boogie. Depends on my mood.”
When she reached over and took his cigarette, he lofted a brow. “Oi,” he said, thinking that she might go and snuff it out if the smoke bothered her, but instead she just took a drag of it herself. Akira didn’t really like sharing, but what was done was done and he just accepted the cigarette back when she offered it and took another drag. What the hell, everything about this meeting went against what he was used to, might as well start sharing shit. He glanced down at the strange doll she held. It seemed…somewhat out of place with her but at the same time, it looked as though it had seen a lot of the world with her. He indicated it with a nod.
“So…is that your comfort item or something?” he asked.
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Post by jezebel on Sept 27, 2009 20:38:45 GMT -5
“Or maybe I’ll just cut you a deal and think of you as yourself rather than just another Boogie. Depends on my mood.”
A swell of warmth formed in the pit of Jezebel's stomach, and she allowed a gentle smile to crawl onto her lips. "That's very kind," she replied, eyes softening, "Thank you."
That she wasn't hated by what could potentially be the most cold individual she had encountered was quite the compliment, really. That wasn't to say she was often hated by people, but the fact remained that not many liked her either. It was a..passive life for this boogie.
“So…is that your comfort item or something?”
Glancing downwards, Jezebel's eyes fell on Moogle. Her face fell softly, a look of sadness filling her gaze. Her arm tightened around the creature's waist, pulling its tiny form closer to her chest. Thoughts a young girl filled her mind, a bed torn apart and a desolate stuffed animal laying forgotten on the floor.
"It belonged to my little sister," she replied gently, digits stroking its face with feather touches, "It's..it's the last thing I have from her." Shaking her head, the woman cleared her throat. "But it's not important, don't concern yourself." [/size] |
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Post by Akira Yamaguchi on Sept 27, 2009 20:55:17 GMT -5
Akira frowned inwardly and only shrugged. What the hell, now he was earning gratitude…from a Boogie? “Yeah, whatever,” he replied. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward. It was a very rare occasion for him to say anything that would earn a thank you, especially given the circumstances of this situation. Hadn’t he sworn to hate all Boogies? He was pretty sure that he had, yet here he was agreeing to actually give one a chance rather than writing her off as just another monster. Great time to start being reasonable. Maybe it was the rain…it had to be the rain.
He watched as she looked down at the stuffed animal and noticed that the slightly softened expression his words had caused disappeared. Was that…sadness? Great, now he had offended her or something. He was on a roll today. He worked the pieces out for himself. The last thing she had from her sister, he could assume that her sister was no longer part of the picture. Whether it was because she had just moved on or was dead (which was likely the case) it was obviously a sore subject.
The thing was, Akira spent his entire life worrying about nothing but himself that he didn’t feel the appropriate feelings most of the time. He found that her sadness didn’t really phase him, though at the same time he’d rather not make an enemy out of her, he had enough of those so he sighed. “Sorry,” he muttered, even if it wasn’t heartfelt at least he said it. He fell silent, feeling that awkward air creeping upon him again. He was no good at making people feel better. Still, he’d follow her wishes and not concern himself about it. After all, she had extended the same courtesy by leaving the subject of his ‘master’ alone.
“You know, I usually don’t count myself as lucky…still don’t really,” he began. God he hated trying to remain civil, he wasn’t used to it. “But I have to say fortune may have finally looked upon me by letting me get stuck here with someone who doesn’t grate on my nerves.” Not the most graceful way of saying things, he supposed, but still it was about the nicest sort of comment someone like him would make. It still sounded as though he were only putting up with her for the time being, but a small…very small part of him hoped she saw that he was trying to move past the subject of the doll that seemed to cause her so much pain.
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Post by jezebel on Sept 27, 2009 21:48:39 GMT -5
At his apology, Jezebel nodded her head, planting a gentle kiss atop the stuffed animal once more.
"It's alright," she replied, eyes glancing upwards to stare at the blonde, "It's not your fault."
The woman lifted her head slowly, a pale hand raising to brush some rogue braids off of her shoulder. This was precisely the reason for her detachment from society. Talking about her life was never one of her strong points, and because of her past it only worsened this ability.
Lost in her thoughts, Jezebel was only able to decipher the second part of Akira's words. Her lips formed into a natural pout, gazing unwaveringly into the violet eyes.
“But I have to say fortune may have finally looked upon me by letting me get stuck here with someone who doesn’t grate on my nerves.”
The brunette gave a soft hum or consideration, eyes skirting away to the side. From someone so aloof and unapproachable, not to mention the type she thought to be cruel, that was quite kind.
"I'm glad I could be of help," she responded, eyes swiveling back to gaze at the man. "But, I do have a question," she continued, tone changing to one of a more confident opinion, "If you made a deal to consider me a person, what is it I have to do in return, ," a somewhat teasing smile danced on her lips, "Akira-kun?" [/size] |
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Post by Akira Yamaguchi on Sept 30, 2009 9:45:28 GMT -5
Akira wasn't sure if he liked that smile on her face. Actually, he was positive that he didn't, but he didn't show it. He simply shrugged slightly, trying to think of an adequate response. Dammit, he was no good at these sorts of games. Akira was incredibly blunt and he'd rather not have to guess at something.
"I don't really need anything in return," he said. "But, since that's not exactly an answer, I suppose you could help me by finding me a different place to think."
He smirked a bit and gestured towards the dilapidated shack. "Not that this isn't useful," he said sarcastically. "But I'd rather not have to wander around the woods and worry about the roof caving in on me when I need to think about shit."
Exactly where she would suggest, Akira had no idea, but she seemed like someone who knew the type of place he was talking about, so hopefully she would be able to recommend something for him. If not, then that would be fine. It would mean he wouldn't have to stick to his promise if she didn't. Suddenly the thought of being bound to trying to understand a Boogie really hit him and he had to wonder what the hell he was doing.
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