take it {AWAY} [open]

[Beata Hanson]

The sun was just starting to creep over the horizon and bring light to the world. The orange hue of the sky was a rather pretty sight to look upon. The light was starting to shine through the tattered curtains and as it did, fell across the girl’s eyes. Moaning she rolled over onto her stomach and tried to ignore the light. Some of the other people in her dorm were starting to get up but she just didn’t have the strength to. She could hear them moving around and preparing breakfast, each action seeming louder than it would have at any other time of day. Beata noticed someone move towards the table beside her bed and place something down on it. She heard a feminine voice murmur something but didn’t quite catch the words. Looking up she saw the little glass on the table filled with a golden liquid. “No,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head.

Rising slowly of her bed she felt a sharp pain strike her abdomen and clutched it with her arm. Shaking her head once more she leaned over and grabbed the glass. Throwing it all down her throat at once she seemed hardly affected by the bitter taste of the laudanum. Of course, she was used to it by now anyway. After years of taking the drug the taste was barely noticeable to her tongue. She swung her legs to the floor and tried to ignore the pain as she walked to the small closet in her room. Pulling out the first thing she could find – a pink and white floral top and jeans – she threw them on and headed straight for the door. She needed to get out of there and fast. She simply couldn’t stand being in that room a minute longer.

Walking hastily through the small streets she headed for the one place she knew would be more or less safe for her. The Crimson Woods weren’t too far away and she got there just as the sky was turning back to its normal shade of blue. The woods were quite beautiful, unless of course you were a human. It just seemed like a kind of sanctuary, nothing much at all really. As she walked up to one of the strange hanging dolls another pain hit her hard and she crumbled onto the floor moaning. The pain ran right up her abdomen and constricted her lungs, making it hard to breath. Evidently the laudanum had not yet started to take effect. Beata rolled into a ball, whimpering softly, her hand clutched across her stomach. Someone would come…hopefully.

[Anolean Ezel]

When Anolean felt antisoical, as he normally was, he often went off to do his own thing. Which at this moment was walking in the woods with his large three hundred pound feline. He had no plans for the day and no intentions of getting involved in current events. He had enough of the humans being little shit heads.

So, when he came across this whimpering female slave, he took one glance at her and sighed. Really, was his day really going to turn into something interesting or annoying? He had half a mind to tell his black leopard to just chew on the girl's wind pipes to make her shut up. However, she could belong to someone and so he pushed the thought away.

Instead, he moved towards her, his thick black coat with white fur blew in the cool air gently. His ash colored hair that was much like his twin sisters in color, was tied off into a ponytail.

"Well now, it appears we have located a not-so-bright human." he said to his familiar with a pat on the head. His cane reached out and probed the child out of curiosity.

"Why are you out in the cold, huddled on the ground and groaning like a dying beast?" His voice was dark and cold, holding no emotion whatsoever. Anolean was known for his lack of emotions and feelings for other individuals that was not his twin.

"Because if you are in the process of dying, I recommend you do it more quietly." Because the mere sounds of her was starting to get on his nerves so soon.

[Beata Hanson]

Feeling something poke into her side, the human scrunched her face up and tried to make the pain go away. She could hear someone talking; a cruel and bitter taste in the wind, but the words didn’t seem to be picked up. Instead she just lay there, hoping that whoever it was would realise that she was in intense pain and try to aid her. Unfortunately for her the man standing over her sickly figure was not human but in fact a boogie. That certainly was not a good thing in her books and she ought to have looked up and shut up right then and there. Of course she didn’t look up. Thankfully though the pain gradually subsided as the laudanum took effect.

Removing her arm from around her stomach the girl looked up to see a rather normal looking boogie. Beside him was a large feline creature. Beata’s eyes glazed over turning cruel and hard. She hated boogies and everything they meant in the hell that she was forever trapped inside. They were satanic beings, created to taunt and devour every child and their emotions. Boogies themselves held no emotion and every human knew it. The boogies most likely thought it to be normal, not feeling for anyone but themselves.

“I’m not dying,” she hissed at him, bringing herself up into a seating position, her legs crossed. Her figure was still small for a sixteen year old, and her skin was looking a sickly shade of grey. She was pale in the face and her arm rested across her stomach as though it was second nature. “I’m merely sick.” Bee did not like to disclose the fact that she was at a disadvantage. She suffered from ulcerative colitis and it was not a pretty sight either. These attacks of pain were simply a normal thing for her. If she failed to take her laudanum they were much worse and most of the time she chose not to take the drug. She didn’t want to become addicted to it like most but what she didn’t realise is that she already was addicted. It kept the pain at bay and that was the only thing that mattered. But for now, she had to deal with this damn boogie.

[Anolean Ezel]

Anolean looked down at the human for a long, silent moment, as if he was debating if he should merely walk away or speak to this child. However, speaking took air and speaking to a human was a waste of it, but nonetheless, something that must be done. She didn't look all that well let along good, but leaving a human out here was also a waste.

Blasted logic.

The black and white haired boogie sighed softly as he always did, "Not dying." He repeated her words as if he was trying to understand the very idea of a human NOT dying. "Sick." What a wondeful idea, to drag a human child that was sick down to this hell.

He had to wonder if it was his sisters bright idea, she did seem to like the sickly ones. But there was a flaw there, his twin did not like females. In fact, she hated them as much as he hated couples and relationships.

"Wonderful, another sick child. I do hope you are not related to any of the Roberts children. I don't think I can personally handle any more of them."