Death Of Me [Castalia]
Posted: 23 Jul 2015, 04:03
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
<Castalia> “Timber! Vous chien inutile. Get back here!” The woman didn’t understand why she was out there looking for his dog, it had never liked her while they were married and she knew it wouldn’t have changed in the six months that they had separated. The animal had a mind of its own, really, and if Nolan thought it listened to him, he probably had been kicked too many times while on the job. In her pocket, she felt her cell phone vibrating and she pressed her lips into a thin, annoyed line as she recognized the ringtone. Shifting the flashlight to her right hand, she continued to shine it in front of her, sweeping slowly as she went to retrieve the device that continued to buzz consistently, the annoying ringtone following afterwards.
It read: Have you found him yet? The kids are losing their minds!
Sarah was the last person she really wanted around her children, but in the spirit of being supportive of her ex who had been her best friend since middle school, she’d been playing nice for three months while they had been dating. That didn’t mean she had to like her. It was beginning to get on her final nerve, especially now. ‘If I had found the dog, would I be out here? And the kids are fine. Don’t make it seem worse than it is.’ Pushing her long hair over one shoulder, she pressed send and turned off the volume before calling out for the animal again, french words following with an insult.
<Kika> For a few nights after her initial introduction to Ambrose, Vega and Jose Kika had avoided anyone and everyone like the plague. Including her husband. She didn’t want to see anyone, didn’t want to be around anyone. It was a huge adjustment, going from an on the run human to well...this. She knew nothing and that was on her. She hadn’t bothered to stick around for long once she had opened her eyes and found that her heart no longer beat. Did she even have a heart? All of it was a blur almost like her head was stuck in the clouds. Everything was foggy. All of her memories were like that and she could only hope that in time they would return.
The telepath wandered the streets, still wearing the same clothes she had stolen the night she had been turned. Her long hair was stringy and full of knots that she didn’t even think would come out. She was filthy, not to mention starving. And she was overwhelmed by everything. Things that she had never given a passing thought to before now hit her in the face with vivid clarity. Voices that were whispers easily reached her ears, smells that she had never paid attention to before filled her senses and all of it all at once was so overwhelming she just wanted to scream to the heavens. But she didn’t. She missed her husband. She missed everything about the old life that had been ripped from her. It might not have been all that great, she might have been running but she was free. Kika struggled to push it down. First she would feed, then she would find her husband. Machk always made it better.
<Castalia> “Excuse me, have you seen this dog?” The question was repeated to passerby’s who didn’t give it a second glance, instead their attention remaining on the two different colored eyes that stared back at them before they gave a shake of their head and continued on. And with every person, she felt her blood pressure rise with her growing frustration. She was cold and she wanted to go back to her apartment, but as she noticed a woman standing with her daughter, Castalia walked further into the night. Shouting out, “Timber!” as she went. A mutter escaped past her lips and she heard the jingle of dog tags, followed by movement at the edge of her flashlight as the large white german shepherd darted out from behind a car.
“There you are!” Her long legs carried her in a chase and she could probably imagine what the scene looked like to any outsider: a woman dressed in scrubs and running shoes shouting near to midnight about how the dog needed to get back there. Comedic, likely. “You stupid animal.” She hissed, reaching down quickly once he had stopped as she rounded a corner only to slip in the grass and fall to her knees with a grunt as he darted away, back the way that they had come while Castalia sank to her backside as she felt blood running down her leg from a newly received cut that a rock had given her.
<Kika> She didn’t even know where she was. When she had fled from that building her only thought was to get as far from that place as she possibly could. Kika was hopelessly lost. She didn’t have a phone, had no way of getting in touch with Machk or anyone. Not that she knew anyone other than Machk. She didn’t even know the names of the others that had been in that building with them. Introductions hadn’t been offered that she could recall. Flashes came back to her of that night - small snatches of memories that didn’t make sense but she figured they must be important if she was seeing them now.
Kika grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes shut as a small whimper escaped her. Too many thoughts. To much of everything. It was making her crazy. She needed to get away from this place that held too many people for her newly awakened senses. And the hunger. It was growing in intensity. It threatened the consume her and she needed to find a way to sate it. The sooner the better. But how? she’d not been taught to feed, she didn’t know how to go about it. But she was desperate. The quiet clink of something metallic hitting against another metal surface reached her ears and her head snapped in that direction. A dog. She assumed the sound she was hearing was a set of tags meaning that the dog had an owner. An owner meant human. Humans were food. Mind made up set set off after it.
<Castalia> She listened to the jingling fade after a few minutes, Castalia hissing out in annoyance as she felt the cool ground through the thin cloth of her scrubs and rolled up her pant leg to look at the damage done to her skin before muttering and getting to her feet. “I’m goin’ to turn you into fuzzy socks!” She shouted, wiping off the seat of her pants before she looked at her reflection in a car window, frowning before she started off in the direction that she’d come. At the same time she walked, she removed her phone from her pocket and began to send a text message to her ex. ‘Timber is heading your way.’
A frown played across her lips as she found herself looking down the wallpaper that played across her screen, at Nolan’s eyes and his smile while he held their youngest child against his hip, and their daughter stood at his side. The Hawaiian sunset had accented his features perfectly. With a sigh escaping past her lips, she pressed the power button and kept her gaze down as she walked, paying no mind to her surroundings which caused her to run straight into the other woman. Reaching out to make sure that neither would fall, Castalia looked up with a frown. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Did you happen to see a white german shepherd run past?”
<Castalia> “Timber! Vous chien inutile. Get back here!” The woman didn’t understand why she was out there looking for his dog, it had never liked her while they were married and she knew it wouldn’t have changed in the six months that they had separated. The animal had a mind of its own, really, and if Nolan thought it listened to him, he probably had been kicked too many times while on the job. In her pocket, she felt her cell phone vibrating and she pressed her lips into a thin, annoyed line as she recognized the ringtone. Shifting the flashlight to her right hand, she continued to shine it in front of her, sweeping slowly as she went to retrieve the device that continued to buzz consistently, the annoying ringtone following afterwards.
It read: Have you found him yet? The kids are losing their minds!
Sarah was the last person she really wanted around her children, but in the spirit of being supportive of her ex who had been her best friend since middle school, she’d been playing nice for three months while they had been dating. That didn’t mean she had to like her. It was beginning to get on her final nerve, especially now. ‘If I had found the dog, would I be out here? And the kids are fine. Don’t make it seem worse than it is.’ Pushing her long hair over one shoulder, she pressed send and turned off the volume before calling out for the animal again, french words following with an insult.
<Kika> For a few nights after her initial introduction to Ambrose, Vega and Jose Kika had avoided anyone and everyone like the plague. Including her husband. She didn’t want to see anyone, didn’t want to be around anyone. It was a huge adjustment, going from an on the run human to well...this. She knew nothing and that was on her. She hadn’t bothered to stick around for long once she had opened her eyes and found that her heart no longer beat. Did she even have a heart? All of it was a blur almost like her head was stuck in the clouds. Everything was foggy. All of her memories were like that and she could only hope that in time they would return.
The telepath wandered the streets, still wearing the same clothes she had stolen the night she had been turned. Her long hair was stringy and full of knots that she didn’t even think would come out. She was filthy, not to mention starving. And she was overwhelmed by everything. Things that she had never given a passing thought to before now hit her in the face with vivid clarity. Voices that were whispers easily reached her ears, smells that she had never paid attention to before filled her senses and all of it all at once was so overwhelming she just wanted to scream to the heavens. But she didn’t. She missed her husband. She missed everything about the old life that had been ripped from her. It might not have been all that great, she might have been running but she was free. Kika struggled to push it down. First she would feed, then she would find her husband. Machk always made it better.
<Castalia> “Excuse me, have you seen this dog?” The question was repeated to passerby’s who didn’t give it a second glance, instead their attention remaining on the two different colored eyes that stared back at them before they gave a shake of their head and continued on. And with every person, she felt her blood pressure rise with her growing frustration. She was cold and she wanted to go back to her apartment, but as she noticed a woman standing with her daughter, Castalia walked further into the night. Shouting out, “Timber!” as she went. A mutter escaped past her lips and she heard the jingle of dog tags, followed by movement at the edge of her flashlight as the large white german shepherd darted out from behind a car.
“There you are!” Her long legs carried her in a chase and she could probably imagine what the scene looked like to any outsider: a woman dressed in scrubs and running shoes shouting near to midnight about how the dog needed to get back there. Comedic, likely. “You stupid animal.” She hissed, reaching down quickly once he had stopped as she rounded a corner only to slip in the grass and fall to her knees with a grunt as he darted away, back the way that they had come while Castalia sank to her backside as she felt blood running down her leg from a newly received cut that a rock had given her.
<Kika> She didn’t even know where she was. When she had fled from that building her only thought was to get as far from that place as she possibly could. Kika was hopelessly lost. She didn’t have a phone, had no way of getting in touch with Machk or anyone. Not that she knew anyone other than Machk. She didn’t even know the names of the others that had been in that building with them. Introductions hadn’t been offered that she could recall. Flashes came back to her of that night - small snatches of memories that didn’t make sense but she figured they must be important if she was seeing them now.
Kika grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes shut as a small whimper escaped her. Too many thoughts. To much of everything. It was making her crazy. She needed to get away from this place that held too many people for her newly awakened senses. And the hunger. It was growing in intensity. It threatened the consume her and she needed to find a way to sate it. The sooner the better. But how? she’d not been taught to feed, she didn’t know how to go about it. But she was desperate. The quiet clink of something metallic hitting against another metal surface reached her ears and her head snapped in that direction. A dog. She assumed the sound she was hearing was a set of tags meaning that the dog had an owner. An owner meant human. Humans were food. Mind made up set set off after it.
<Castalia> She listened to the jingling fade after a few minutes, Castalia hissing out in annoyance as she felt the cool ground through the thin cloth of her scrubs and rolled up her pant leg to look at the damage done to her skin before muttering and getting to her feet. “I’m goin’ to turn you into fuzzy socks!” She shouted, wiping off the seat of her pants before she looked at her reflection in a car window, frowning before she started off in the direction that she’d come. At the same time she walked, she removed her phone from her pocket and began to send a text message to her ex. ‘Timber is heading your way.’
A frown played across her lips as she found herself looking down the wallpaper that played across her screen, at Nolan’s eyes and his smile while he held their youngest child against his hip, and their daughter stood at his side. The Hawaiian sunset had accented his features perfectly. With a sigh escaping past her lips, she pressed the power button and kept her gaze down as she walked, paying no mind to her surroundings which caused her to run straight into the other woman. Reaching out to make sure that neither would fall, Castalia looked up with a frown. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Did you happen to see a white german shepherd run past?”