Monique
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Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Mar 5, 2008 18:30:28 GMT -5
"Obviously," *Jake retorted. She wanted to run and hide from this man, from all the uncertainty he represented.
From the new urges she felt, deep within her, like an uncoiling ache. It was so intense, she feared to face him. Almost.*
"Look, I'll go," *she said.*
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Post by Gerik on Mar 5, 2008 18:34:53 GMT -5
"No." Gerik reached out unexpectedly and clamped one of his large, strong hands around Jake's tiny arm. Hoisting him roughly out of the boat and onto the shore, Gerik told him, "You have seen me, and now you cannot ever be free!"
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Monique
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Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Mar 5, 2008 18:52:45 GMT -5
"What?" *Jake squeaked. His fingers pressed into her soft flesh, hurting her, but... But his hand was so big. And manly. She stared at it for a moment.*
"No! You can't do that to me," *she said.* "I've only seen" Your massive thighs, your tight abs, your "you in the shadows." The shadows which surround you like you were born to them, though I want to bring light to every corner of your tortured soul. "Let me go!"
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Post by Gerik on Mar 5, 2008 19:05:04 GMT -5
Gerik turned the boy around, slammed him back into a rock wall with unnecessary force. Looming over him, Gerik spoke so low that no one else would have been able to hear it, should anyone else have been around and trying to listen. "You should never have come down here, and now you will pair for it. You will never leave this place. If you try, I'll kill you." He flexed his muscles impressively.
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Monique
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Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Mar 5, 2008 19:12:58 GMT -5
"Oh!"
*Jake wondered if Gerik was some sort of pedophilic sex-slaver, and she would be forced to perform lewd acts upon his striking person. Not that she'd like that, or anything. She was, frankly, disgusted by the thoughts crossing through her mind and sending little electric tingles to other parts of her anatomy.*
"You're disgusting!" *she said, meaning his dirty perverted man-thoughts, not his face.*
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Post by Gerik on Mar 5, 2008 19:24:21 GMT -5
Gerik, of course, mistook her remark.
"Oh, I am disgusting, am I? Well, you have seen nothing yet!"
And he wrenched the mask off his face and continued shouting melodramatically. "You little prying Pandora! You little demon - is this what you wanted to see??"
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Monique
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Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Mar 5, 2008 19:26:45 GMT -5
*Jake paused. He was... horrid. But also... not that bad.
Not with the way his biceps bulged when he was angry. Still, she cowered against the wall, overwhelmed by his sheer magnitude.*
"Is that why you're down here? I... I understand, now."
How much pain you must have had.
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Post by Gerik on Mar 6, 2008 17:02:46 GMT -5
Gerik grunted. "You understand? What can you possibly understand about me? You know nothing of me or my life, and you never will! Come!"
And with that he slid the mask back onto his face and dragged Jake through dark corridors lined with jagged rocks to his home, quickly lowering the portcullis so the boy could never escape despite the fact that the lever to operate the portcullis was, like, completely obvious and easy to use. Gerik couldn't help wondering about the boy and the strange connection he felt between them. Somehow, some part of him deep inside had the feeling that he would end up telling the child about himself, regardless of what he'd just sworn.
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Monique
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Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Mar 6, 2008 17:27:52 GMT -5
*Jake stared around her with wide eyes, like limpid pools of green wonder.*
"It's amazing," *she said.* "But what happened to the walls?"
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Post by Gerik on Mar 6, 2008 17:40:14 GMT -5
"What do you mean, what happened to the walls?"
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Monique
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Post by Monique on Mar 6, 2008 20:43:01 GMT -5
*Jake flushed with the embarrassment of having said the wrong thing without thinking through the words that had come out of her mouth.*
"Oh. I thought something had demolished the place."
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Post by Gerik on Mar 7, 2008 18:46:34 GMT -5
"No," Gerik said curtly. "This is my home and this is how it always looks."
As he said this, he turned and began straightening some of the mess that was scattered around the Opera Dollhouse of Crazy. He wasn't sure why, since it obviously didn't matter what this boy thought, but he did it anyway.
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Monique
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Not enough regret to make her sorry.
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Post by Monique on Mar 7, 2008 18:55:23 GMT -5
*Jake kicked a torn wedding veil. It struck her how like Gerik this room was, with its strewn delicacy amid rampant descruction. The metal portcullis, representing his fierce independence, his own caged anger. The mannequin of the dark-haired woman, representing Gerik's sensitivity and grace. And the huge, black organ, some of the pipes as big around as her thigh, stretching up into the air like some living, breathing behemoth. It called to her.*
"So I'm supposed to just... stay here?"
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Post by Gerik on Mar 7, 2008 19:18:23 GMT -5
((Good Lord.))
Gerik stopped what he was doing, facing the wall upon which all of his drawings of Christine were displayed. What was he going to do with this kid? He'd had several ideas for things to do with Christine when he'd brought her down here and told her she could never leave, but that was quite a different situation. Maybe I should just kill him and get him out of the way, he mused. But no, he didn't think he could quite bring himself to do that. Something about the earnest way the boy looked at him made that an impossibility. What was left to do? What did boys his age like? Toys?
Just then, a horse neighed in the distance, echoing through the cellars.
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Monique
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Post by Monique on Mar 7, 2008 19:21:15 GMT -5
*Jake's eyes brightened and she turned instinctively toward the horse. She was one of those people who insisted she could speak their language, or something. Horse girls.*
"Oh! Do you have a horse? I love horses! I'm very good with them."
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