Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 2:05:21 AM)
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Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 2:07:28 AM)
*Paige knocks upon the front door, a little breathless from her run from the car. Still dressed in the fitted black evening dress that hit her mid thigh and left her shoulders and arms bare, her hair has fallen out of it's clip to tumble around her in a jumble of loose curls.* Chris!? Chris it's me, Paige!
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 2:08:26 AM)
*The apartment was in a rough part of town. Some rundown looking people, shambled about the front steps, leering as the devourer ran past. The hallway had stained carpet, was poorly lit and had a sickly sweet scent lingering in it. He called from inside. His voice hoarse* It's open.. come in.
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 2:09:33 AM)
*Opening the door she stepped inside, feeling the quick thudding of her heart begin to slow bit by bit. Closing the door behind her she blinked in the dim light and took a step forwards and towards him.* Chris? Something has happened?
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 2:11:26 AM)
*Sitting in the living room on the floor. The demon, fresh from hell, sat cross legged. The smell of gunpowder still lingering. The gun in front of him on the floor. Faint flecks of blood on the wall behind him. The man and the demon within were very still. Like an insect waiting for it's new shell to harden. He spoke. It was Chris' voice, but the tone, something was different* Yes... *after a pause, confusion suddenly filling his words* I... died. *another pause* No, Christian, died.
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 2:13:27 AM)
*She nods and moves over towards him, her heals leaving little dents in the carpet as she slips the bag from her shoulder and lets it drop to the lounge. Coming to a stop before him she crouches down to look into his eyes.* I was afraid of this. I tried so very hard to help him, but he ... you ... would not trust me.
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 2:17:20 AM)
*There was a faint mark where the bullet had entered. He looked down to his hand, and opened it to reveal the little fragment of lead. An almost bemused tone in his voice as he looked back up to her* This is all it took. This little piece of soft, metal. *he held it up, a more sardonic note coming through in his voice now* And enough little white pills to kill a horse...
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 2:17:32 AM)
(Afk for a sex)
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 2:17:35 AM)
(sec!)
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 2:17:59 AM)
(lol you go right on ahead and take your time!
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 2:20:35 AM)
*Her hand reaching down lays over his as she watches the man, no... the elohim before her in concern. When she speaks her voice is soft, the gravity that so suits her settling accross her features as she speaks in little more than a whisper.* He had a fragile beauty about him, something delicate and lost. Now, with your strength, a part of him will always be remembered and live on. Let that be enough for now.
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 2:23:11 AM)
*He frowned, brow furrowing deeply. Looking up to her as his hand closed his hand around the bullet. Eyes casting out around the room, a quiet tone of bewilderment* Look at this place. *he turned his head to look at the little card table, with its single chair* Is this what's become of it all?
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 2:26:20 AM)
*She looks over her shoulder at the building they rest in, a deep sadness coming over her that so few see. She can't quite look into his eyes when she speaks, it was only a matter of weeks since she had returned herself and the sight of what they had done to her beautiful forests was still a raw pain that constantly ached.* Worse... so much worse. *She stands up on the words and turns away from him, not wanting to share all of her pain as she takes a few steps towards the window.* They destroyed the forests, they ripped apart the earth, the waters are polluted and fouled by toxic things. They are ... *Her face turns to the side so that he can see her profile.* It matters not, not at this moment. Now Chris, all that matters is that you are free.
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 2:30:57 AM)
*It seemed that even as she spoke, maybe because she spoke, the former angel of the fifth house was becoming more acclimatized to this new environment, to this new body. At least enough to move. He tilted his head to one side to crack his neck in a very human move. He stood slowly, arms stretching out as far as they could reach, like a bird stretching it's wings. Savoring the sensatio, he closed his eyes. Upon opening them, he spoke quietly* He was a sad person. *nodding to himself a little. A sudden rememberence* And the Host? How could they let all this happen?
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 2:34:46 AM)
They are gone. -He- is gone, all of them. *She pulls the curtain a little to the left to look out of the grimey window and onto the street below.* These people have turned us into demons, they fear us, hate us for what we did. *She pauses for a moment and lets the curtain fall back into place.* In the same breath they love him, praise him and beg for the Host and God to return to them. *Shaking her head she finally turns back to him a smile forcibly drawn onto her lips once more.* I am sorry, this is not the welcome you deserve, I said from the first I was not the right person to help Chris. *Taking a step towards him she keeps the smile upon her lips.* This is one thing which is true. All that time we have been trapped, unable to -feel- anything, unable to touch or taste or hear or sing, and now that is over. Everything that you wish is open and waiting for you.
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 2:40:36 AM)
*A part of him was dissappointed, even angry at what she said. His face clouded over with a dark scowl* They're gone? *he hesitated to say it, but pushed himself* HE is gone? *he took his first step, turning towards the little kitchenette, dirty dishes, weeks old and buzzing with flies, were piled in the sink* What I wish, is to tear down the walls of heaven and tear asunder the very essence of /them/ *the last word spat out like venom* But they're gone. *he repeated, as if trying to come to terms with it. A dusty mirror hung over the sink, he caught his reflection. Eyes fixated on it for a moment. That was him. His role once... longer ago than even a celestial being could recall clearly. A sudden welling of frustration and he lashed out, punching the mirror. It shattered, shards of glass digging into his knuckles, the waves of sensation taking his breath away*
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 2:45:17 AM)
*She watches him in mute understanding. She knew that rage, she knew it in the way that a mother knows the sound of her own baby's cry, it dwelled within her, lay temporarily dorment there and ready at any moment to lash it's way to the surface. Chaining it back down she watched him stop at the touch of glass in his skin, watched the blood well up between his knuckles and -knew- what he was feeling. Stepping over towards him she reaches out and wraps slender fingers around his wrist, her dark eyes moving back to his as she tries to change his thoughts to a more positive direction, at least for now while he was adjusting.* Do you feel that? The pain? The sensation? An eternity with nothing and now you will feel everything. *Leading him towards the sink she turns on the water and gently pushes the wound underneath it. The cool touch of it rushed accross the skin in contrast to the sharp pain, her fingers traced lightly up his arm with their tempting caress and suddenly the elohim that had been trapped
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 2:45:26 AM)
in a bubble of absolute no sensation for thousands of years found a cocophany of feelings flooding over him.*
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 2:52:17 AM)
*He remained silent. The wincing pain of the wounds was like Chris' first kiss as a teenager. His heart was beating harder now as adrenaline kicked in. As she opened the tap and the water ran over his hands, a small, faint smile crept to his lips. It wasn't the water he remembered, but it was close enough. Close enough to redirect his train of thought, just as she had planned. Her fingers running up his forearm, the skin reacting with little goose-bumps. He looked down at the mix of dirty dishes, broken, glass, running water, and blood pooling in the sink and it stood out like a monument. He spoke in a hushed tone, as if he feared he might wake himself from a dream* I almost don't believe it. *he looked from the sink to the woman, into her dark eyes, his own eyes more than they were in some way, as windows to the soul, now they seemed to lead into vast, dark, vivid blue pools, a lingering artifact of his once being. An echo from eons past*
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 2:55:30 AM)
*She leaves the water running, her fingertips on his arm as she keeps her eyes upon him.* There is so much to experience, so much to hate and love and wonder at and ... do. *Smiling she shakes her head, the scent of the apartment a closed in thing of death and despair that hurt the senses of the sprite of nature.* Come with me. You can stay at my place for a few days while you adjust. You can eat, swim, move, touch, feel and find out all that you need to know.
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 2:59:08 AM)
*He looked around the apartment as she spoke, nodding slowly.* I... Chris... *he paused, completely perplexed a moment* didn't even like this place. It's full of sorrow and pain. *The faint smile returned, negative emotions maybe, but emotions. Perhaps it was the effect of Hell, or Chris himself, but there was a twisted pleasure to be wrought from saddness. He looked back to Paige* That might be a better place to get used to this... to everything.
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 3:00:59 AM)
*She nods, her fingers sliding from his skin as she turns off the tap and steps backwards to give him time to collect his own things. She pauses as her eyes fall on the worn furniture, shifting from one piece to the next before she finally speaks.* I know it is a self indulgent question, but I have to ask. Was there anything that I could have done for him? Any way I could have pierced through all that sadness and fear?
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 3:05:43 AM)
*he watched the last of the water drain, before moving to collect what he could. He didn't own much. Slipping the gun back into his jacket pockey, he slid his arms into the coat. Moving about the place in chaotic directions, colleting, keys, wallets and other personal affects. He spoke as he worked* I don't think he even knows. He was more lost than I think anyone realized. *he stopped, looking at a vile of pills on the card table* He wanted something. To feel hope, in something, to believe again. But the one thing he needed to believe in was himself, and... *he paused, eyes still fixed on the pills* But that was the one thing that he had completely given up on.
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 3:07:55 AM)
*She nods as she watches and waits, she'd suspected as much but there would always be this lurking feeling that she'd failed him in some way.* I thought so. Come on, lets go to my place, drink far too much, smoke a few joints and you can tell me all about him. Then when it does't seem like a horridly impertinent question you can tell me about you.
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 3:10:54 AM)
*he reached out and stuffed the bottle into his pocket as well. Stopping to turn around and survey the place. His eyes fell on the record collection. Music. He'd come back later when he could really delve into this, it mattered to Chris. He spoke, his tone becoming more comfortable, assured with the passing minutes* His pain is something so familiar to me know. It runs very deep for something that graces the Earth for such a fleeting moment. *he started towards the door, pauseing to wait for her* It's very visceral, and imposing source of emotions. Their world is so small, so their feelings are so big. *he shook his head, heaving a sigh* I don't have the words.
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 3:12:57 AM)
*She smiles a gentle expression as she walks towards him, stopping by his side and laying a hand on his shoulder.* You will, for we don't have to speak in their language when we are alone. *A last look taken over her shoulder at the broken remains of a tragic life she takes it all in, absorbs it into her memories before returning her dark gaze to his.* Ready?
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 3:13:41 AM)
(Thank you so much for the scene but I have to run! I figured that was a good place to leave it and we can play again at her place another day?)
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 3:13:53 AM)
((sounds good! It's getting late))
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 3:14:24 AM)
(Congrats on the posession :) Hopefully catch you sooner rather than later!)
Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 3:14:41 AM)
((yeah for sure, thanks! See ya soon))
Paige Villawood (Sep 28, 2011 3:14:44 AM)
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Chris Reimmer (Sep 28, 2011 3:14:57 AM)
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