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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 14, 2011 1:38:06 GMT -5
KINKADE
i'd like to tell you,
everything's okay
that everything
will eventually
turn itself to gold.
"Oh.
[/color]"Kinkade murmured, suddenly baffled by this new discovery. " Next time I'm stuck on a roof, trying not to earn a lecture from my dad, you should mention the tree thing. Y'know, before I jump off. If I'd have known I could have sat atop that roof and not starved, I may not have jumped.[/color]" That was easy to say now that he'd done it, lived, and felt the pain of the experience. His own adrenaline was wearing off, and it was making him sort of grumpy, feeling this pain. But he was fighting back against the emotion, trying to stay cheerful. He wasn't really mad, just in pain, and realizing how incredibly stupid what they'd just done was. But, it was himself he was mad at, not Robin. " Jump off another building?[/color]"Kinkade had to laugh at that. His momentary grumpiness evaporated, and he was cheerful again, at least for a moment." Again![/color]"he repeated. Then, he shook his head, more to himself. " I'm not jumping off of roofs anymore. But, thinking of something more death-defying will be tough. I'll have to work on that one.[/color]"Came his easy reply. It really would be hard to think of something that could compare to such an inspired idea. But, then again, Kinkade was not the type of kid who enjoyed seeing his friends in pain, so his ideas tended to be things he was positive they could survive. They seemed almost childish compared to what he assumed she was capable of. What an odd feeling this was. It was sort of interesting, sort of compelling, but mostly, just strange.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 14, 2011 1:49:10 GMT -5
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"...for it is others whom remember you when you are gone."
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Robin laughed, but kept it to a whisper. She cringed at the pain that flooded both her own and Kin's viens-- it was almost worse both of them being empaths. They had to feel the other's silent suffering as well as their own. Robin suddenly stopped at a thought, and nodded slowly. It was her idea, it was her fault they were hurt. Now it ws her job to fix it. The life-force trailed down her arm, all of it responding now, and into the concrete. Luckily, there were very few students at the pool now, so little was wasted.
"Again?" She half sighed in exasperation. "You really are crazy. Next time I'll be jumping off a roof is with the proper wetsuit, my skin burns like crazy right now. But if you insist, I can't just leave you alone to do it again, or something worse, by yourself, can I? Anything more dangerous than this will probably fatally wound us. Don't worry, I'm sure they'll classify us under the same case: Incredible stupidity." She trailed off and closed her eyes, now more of concentrating on directing her life-force into the person beside her.
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 14, 2011 2:01:11 GMT -5
KINKADE
and all these stupid silly songs
keep trying to catch your ear
i'm trying desperately
it's just so hard to persevere.
As much as he would have liked to reply, he couldn't do anything but laugh at Robin's words. Yes. Incredible stupidity. Like its own super power. Haha, that was the class they should be teaching! Not the empath-harnessing lessons. Oh well. Surely the school'd come to that conclusion on their own.
"Sounds like a good idea.
[/color]"he finally murmured now that his laughter had subsided. Much to his surprise, he felt sort of better. Strangely better. Why did he feel better? Not perfect, not right, there was still pain, but his mind was clinging to that slow sense of better. " Robinn,[/color]"Kins objected. Feeling better was nice, but he already knew what using her ability did. She'd already used it in the ballroom. Then, again, healing herself. What was she doing? Didn't she have enough pain? " Stop it,[/color]"Kinkade urged, much to his own dismay, before he used his free hand to retrieve a soaked bottle of Aspirin. " See? Look. I have a way to make the pain stop,[/color]" Well, no. Aspirin was not a miracle pill. But maybe it could take the edge off... Maybe.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 14, 2011 2:14:38 GMT -5
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"A decision never acts alone. It is fueled, whether by anger, sadness, hope, grief, or simple logic."
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Robin didn't reply. The last time she had taken an aspirin? She struggled to think of the date. Probably, little over four years ago-- when she had been horribly sick. She couldn't really even remember taking it-- just that it didn't help. Robin turned over her palm, a small flame resting the the crevice of the middle. One more dose, and then she'd rest. One more deposit, and then she could rest easier.
The blue flame had already told her what she needed to know. Kin had two broken ribs. Robin herself, had a fractured ankle. Both of their skins were raw and red, bleeding in a few softer spots. She turned her palm over, and let the flame leak into the Earth before letting her eyes close. Some... some of it came back to herself, of course, it was only natural, but if they both brighter from it-- why did Kin tell her to... to stop? She didn't... understand... |
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 14, 2011 2:27:48 GMT -5
KINKADE
i pray, someone,
something will come
and take away the pain.
She didn't listen! But, strangely, Kinkade wasn't terribly angry as he would have expected. Most people didn't disobey him so openly, because, well, he was boss. But she did so, completely obvious to him, knowing it'd hurt. Why did that make him admire her? Why did that make him like her? Maybe it was because he already knew she was capable of foolish things. He clutched the bottle tighter, then took in a deep breath.
Again. Better. That was the only word for it. He was getting better, and it was taking seconds, not weeks or months. He wasn't likely to forget his pain for a while, of course, but hey, this was better than thirty seconds ago, better than three minutes ago. When the better feeling subsided and Robin seemed to be drifting off, Kinkade closed his own eyes. Sleep. That would help things. He wasn't really tired, though, so he couldn't bring himself to. What he could do was get help and get Robin inside, and in a nice, warm bed. Yes. That's what he'd do. He rolled over, then pushed himself up, only to grasp at his chest in pain. Ow! Okay. No movement. He sat back down.
"Hey, what do you say you get someone official looking? Anyone adult, eh? That'd... That'd really help."Kinkade pitched to some random kid who happened to walk by. The kid got a wide-eyed look, but he nodded and raced off. Good. Kinkade smiled to himself. It sort of hurt to talk. But he pretended he didn't notice.
"Robin, don't sleep yet,
[/color]"Kinkade warned, not sure if she was awake or asleep now," Let's sleep inside. Nice, safe, warm bed, okay?"[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 14, 2011 2:38:43 GMT -5
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"Life is precious. Life is irreplaceable. That's why so many people strive and hope to make it better."
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...there was a faint murmur, like a buzz on her ear. No, not her ear, her head...
...emotions. That's it... They formed words...
...something...something about sleep...
...no, about staying awake. That was it.
The words formed on her tongue, word of agreement, but they seemed lost there and didn't have any will, any motivation to leave her lips. Instead she gave a small dreary nod, fingers of her palm curling as she extinguished her flame that she had created.
"Remember, Robin. You can use your own force to heal others, to, in a sense, replenish their own life-force. But too much of s loss of someone's force, theirs or yours, is fatal-- just like being a blood-doner."
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 14, 2011 2:55:38 GMT -5
KINKADE
i'd do everything so differently
but i can't turn back the time.
there's no shelter from this storm inside.
Whatever that kid was doing, it wasn't grabbing the nearest adult. Right now was not the time to explain the situation. It was the time to grab the hand of someone several feet taller than you, and to run like mad toward the pool. Kinkade's head fell toward his chest. Maybe he was a little sleepy. He blinked his eyes, then decided that if he blinked again, he probably wouldn't open his eyes again. This seemed like an odd time to notice the apple to his left. Huh. Didn't matter now.
"Or.. or we could stay..."he murmured softly, falling back into a laying position on the concrete. He'd told the kid to get an adult. That was good enough, right? "You know, this is really starting to hurt now.
[/color]" Kinkade pointed out, talking more to himself than her. He was used to chest pain, but this was unique. He placed his hand on his chest, and tried to take slow, small breaths. Kins almost wasn't awake long enough to see the help arrive. His father wasn't among the adults who appeared. Kins smiled to himself, pleased when they took it upon themselves to pick Robin, then him up, carrying them into the school and toward, Kinkade could only hope, a soft bed.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 14, 2011 3:05:51 GMT -5
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"Sacrifice. Many call it the meaning of life."
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It was all a blur from there. She remembered someone talking to her in a low voice, telling her something about... something. She couldn't remember much, or even think much, as she felt herself being picked off the ground.
Normally by this point, Robin would get extremely irritated, she hated to take help from others-- but all she knew was that everything hurt, all over, and that it felt, it felt as if her chest was ripping itself inside out. What was worst though, is how she could hardly feel the emotions of people around her. Normally, it was unbearable, but now it seemed as if it was to few, too little, like there was nothing left for her to use, to hold onto...
It felt like dying from blood-loss, she suddenly realized- the longest and most stable thought she had been able to form in the past few minutes. Then another one followed. Is Kin alright? Where is he?
Then finally, I am alone. And it was worse than she could ever have imagined it.
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