The Ball of the Century
Jun 10, 2014 20:19:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2014 20:19:30 GMT -5
The Adechi Manor
Far from Any Road
The creaking of a dusty wooden door closing echoed throughout the long abandoned home of the Adechi family, dust flowed through the air and with a cough the crimson eyes of a woman quickly dulled to black before cooling into a blue. Soon the pitter, patter of foot steps was heard as the said woman walked forward with her heels clacking on the ground, hanging from her ears were ear buds playing music loudly, heartily and heavily. It was a beautiful song and it spoke her story all too well, it told people of who she was and it taught them a lesson, the lesson not to play with fire, the lesson not to toy with darkness for it is blacker than you imagined.
She passed by the gazing eyes of father and mother hung on the walls, their last smiles painted perfectly and then came upon a blonde like herself who looked so much like her, a boy, her own gaze twisted to look at his cheerful eyes. A hand reached out trembling as if something would reach back, her eyes adjusted and looked at the time on a ticking, tocking clock with a heavy sigh and one last final look at the painting. After she walked away the phantom hand of a child reached out and grasped at open air, they were desperately clinging onto the last memories they had before but couldn't fulfill their dreams.
Behind her men were taking down the portraits, with what sounded like wails of agony and stank of burnt flesh eminating from them while the entire house, her entire past was simply painted over. That gigantic stain of innocent crimson that had set into the wall, cooked to it by fire, was painted over by white and slowly the old house was turning into a Palace once again. She didn't want to leave it behind but to get what she wanted she simply had to.
That's when she approached a long-abandoned record player and her form cleared up, the beautiful blonde placing a record to play, the song played and played for what seemed like an eternity as she stayed silent. It was almost like a lullaby that she had been sent into gentle dreams with as a child, she remembered the lyrics and the record stopped playing, unknown to her, just to let her sing her part. "In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom. A strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced. I fell down to the thorny bush and felt a trembling hand."
The whistling of wind behind her and a sudden stopping of all sound occured, she turned around to see working men frozen in place.
"You..." The word was simple as she looked upon a figure that no one would have been able to make out, all they knew was that the figure was there. It looked to be the figure of a boy, but they simply remained silent and unspeaking.
"Get out... I SAID GET OUT!" Her eyes grew crimson out of rage, they betrayed her and she wasn't going to let them ruin everything again. And with that, the phantom was gone. No smoke, nothing, they were just there one moment and without a sound they were gone and everything resumed as it was though people gave her odd gazes every once and a while. May the Ball go on.
"Well, time to fix hell."
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"The Adechi family would like to invite all of the Destiny Isles to a fantastic ball at our recently refurbished manor. Music, drinks, dancing, food, games, all of it will be there and as you know... we simply throw one hell of a party."
Far from Any Road
The creaking of a dusty wooden door closing echoed throughout the long abandoned home of the Adechi family, dust flowed through the air and with a cough the crimson eyes of a woman quickly dulled to black before cooling into a blue. Soon the pitter, patter of foot steps was heard as the said woman walked forward with her heels clacking on the ground, hanging from her ears were ear buds playing music loudly, heartily and heavily. It was a beautiful song and it spoke her story all too well, it told people of who she was and it taught them a lesson, the lesson not to play with fire, the lesson not to toy with darkness for it is blacker than you imagined.
She passed by the gazing eyes of father and mother hung on the walls, their last smiles painted perfectly and then came upon a blonde like herself who looked so much like her, a boy, her own gaze twisted to look at his cheerful eyes. A hand reached out trembling as if something would reach back, her eyes adjusted and looked at the time on a ticking, tocking clock with a heavy sigh and one last final look at the painting. After she walked away the phantom hand of a child reached out and grasped at open air, they were desperately clinging onto the last memories they had before but couldn't fulfill their dreams.
Behind her men were taking down the portraits, with what sounded like wails of agony and stank of burnt flesh eminating from them while the entire house, her entire past was simply painted over. That gigantic stain of innocent crimson that had set into the wall, cooked to it by fire, was painted over by white and slowly the old house was turning into a Palace once again. She didn't want to leave it behind but to get what she wanted she simply had to.
That's when she approached a long-abandoned record player and her form cleared up, the beautiful blonde placing a record to play, the song played and played for what seemed like an eternity as she stayed silent. It was almost like a lullaby that she had been sent into gentle dreams with as a child, she remembered the lyrics and the record stopped playing, unknown to her, just to let her sing her part. "In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom. A strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced. I fell down to the thorny bush and felt a trembling hand."
The whistling of wind behind her and a sudden stopping of all sound occured, she turned around to see working men frozen in place.
"You..." The word was simple as she looked upon a figure that no one would have been able to make out, all they knew was that the figure was there. It looked to be the figure of a boy, but they simply remained silent and unspeaking.
"Get out... I SAID GET OUT!" Her eyes grew crimson out of rage, they betrayed her and she wasn't going to let them ruin everything again. And with that, the phantom was gone. No smoke, nothing, they were just there one moment and without a sound they were gone and everything resumed as it was though people gave her odd gazes every once and a while. May the Ball go on.
"Well, time to fix hell."
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"The Adechi family would like to invite all of the Destiny Isles to a fantastic ball at our recently refurbished manor. Music, drinks, dancing, food, games, all of it will be there and as you know... we simply throw one hell of a party."