| Welcome to The Blood Farm. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
- Pages:
- 1
- 2
| It Drags On | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Jun 12 2008, 08:09 PM (301 Views) | |
| Blade | Jun 12 2008, 08:09 PM Post #1 |
Servent
|
Dragging the heavy bag behind her, Blade cursed the uneven surface that she was walking on. Whoever’s idea this was needs to be shot She said to herself and rolled her eyes. She grunted, as the bag seemed to increase in weight. Blade was strong, but she wasn't the strongest. Infact, compared to Alodia etc, she was weak. She had always been like this. No matter how much kickboxing, fighting, and training she did, she would never compare to the strongest women. She had been lucky to be gifted with a smart brain, looking beyond what is placed infront of her. That was a main factor in her success of things, having grown up alone, on the streets, having to fight for herself from a very young age. Whenever trouble approached, and that was a common thing in Blade's life, she had to use her imagination and quick mind to help her succeed, help her survive. You couldn't hide much from Blade; she would always suss it out. She was sly, and she used this to her advantage. She tightened her grip on the rope and turned around, beginning to lose the battle with the large, heavy black bag. She blew a strand of black hair away from her face and pulled hard on the bag. However, her feet moved, but the bag didn't. Landing flat on her on the floor with a thump, Blade growled deep in her throat, growling at the thing that just "attacked" her. I hate you, you know that? She mumbled to the punch bag, rolling her eyes again and placed her head in her hands, running them through her hair. She flung herself backwards and laid on the cold floor, her blue eyes sparkling as the sun hit them. |
 |
 
|
| Pandora | Jun 16 2008, 04:57 PM Post #2 |
Servent
|
Wondering aimlessly through unmark territory, cold walls caging her in pushing her beyond all limitions. Chills burst within her veins as she tugged a black coat beneath her knees. Ghostly hands shivered, huddling under armpits. Pandora's eyes sparking through the darkness darting from wall to wall. She was almost there, a light at the end of the tunnel, steps seeming endless. Voices echoing. Never knowing if she would find friend or foe. Chance laid out the path in which she'd follow. Stretching a lifeless hand out reaching for a door to push, to enter into danger or safety. |
|
|
|
| Blade | Jun 16 2008, 06:56 PM Post #3 |
|
Servent
|
Her blue eyes darted to the handle of the door.She still sat on the floor, legs stretched out, arms supporting her behind her. The handle moved, and slowly opened, revealing a stranger. Her face remained neautral, however, Blade couldn't hide the concern/interest that plastered across her face. Her blue eyes sparkled as the wind blew in them, but she didn't shiver. Blade had grown up with the wind, become friends with it. It was the same with all weather types. A petite frame emerged from the door. Blade stared at her huge brown eyes, which contrasted with her light blue ones. The paleness of her skin shocked Blade, as it made the bright red on her lips stand out and blind. She possessed the same color of hair as Blade, however, hers was less messy. More pretty, and curly. The large black coat that hid her from the cold hugged around her and just past her knees. Blade smiled slightly, and stood up, almost jumping up slightly, revealing her true height. Hi She almost sing songed, her voice carried in the wind. Her only hope, was that it reached this woman, and that she could get a conversation, and not let her words cause her any trouble. For sometimes, trouble tends to find Blade, even when she was hiding. |
|
|
|
| Pandora | Jun 16 2008, 09:15 PM Post #4 |
|
Servent
|
Friction created between the damp, stone floor and rubber. Dragging each foot behind her dainty shadow in the battle between energy and determination. All endeavour had left her slowly dissolving all the fight left in her. The excitement of venturing around her new environment had been mislaid, frozen in the deeps. Endless ambling through corridors, viewing only white walls. Her home, like a prison. Stumbling straight for a wall. Body colliding with ground as Pandora slid down the barricade, starring openly at the stranger. |
|
|
|
| Blade | Jun 17 2008, 06:20 PM Post #5 |
|
Servent
|
Blade's mouth opened but no words escaped, only the wind blew into it. She closed her mouth and cringed, as the coldness tingled against her teeth. She raised her eyebrows and breathed out a sigh, the only sound that had filled the air after Blade's greeting, which to her, seemed to have been ignored. But, as always, Blade stayed optamistic. She rocked back and forth on her heels and looked down at the bag, which lay motionless on the floor, as if it was a victim of Blade's hunger. Smiling back at the stranger infront of her, Blade was tired of the silence, so spoke again. My name's Blade Laughing Blade decided to introduce herself properly. Well, it's Rikki, but you can call me Blade, seeing as that's my middle name Rolling her eyes, Blade knew that she had dug herself a big awkward hole. But, she still stood with a smile on her face, shining, illuminating the area. Sorry. I'm....Kinda weird. She ran a hand through her black hair and looked down at the floor. |
|
|
|
| Pandora | Jun 17 2008, 06:47 PM Post #6 |
|
Servent
|
Had she been so ignorant not to respond to the greeting from the girl, which stood before her so gracious and forthcoming. Releasing depression from it's cage would mean puddles of tears flooding the place. Snuffling, Pandora pulled herself together for at least the benefit of her on looker. Awkward tension was all she needed right now. A fake smile began to form. She jerked a hand, mopping tears away from smudged make up. A suttle but shakey tone issued from her dazzling crimson lips, "hello..." Her entire vocabulary lost in the abyss of her throat unable to return while concentrated in this mode. |
|
|
|
| Blade | Jun 17 2008, 07:00 PM Post #7 |
|
Servent
|
Blade didn't need reasurance that this gracious angel infront of her was broken, fallen. Her rocky voice, her tears that were trying to hide was more evidence that she needed. Her smile faded and her eyes glistened with sympathy. But no-one wants sympathy. It never helps anyone, just words that people are meant to say, as if they were written in a book. Blade sighed. Glancing at the punch bag beside her a lightbulb lit above her head. Hey, you wanna take your stress out on this punch bag? It works for me She sing-songed again, her voice contrasting against the fragile one of the other that filled the room. |
|
|
|
| Pandora | Jun 17 2008, 07:25 PM Post #8 |
|
Servent
|
She dragged herself off the floor in response. Releasing the inter-demon, now that was an idea. To liberate and free yourself from endless pain and suffering. Unleash the hatred she had beared for decades. Her eyes darted to a pair of gloves lying dormant beside her foot. She hid each ghostly hand beneath the cushion fabric. Finally someone who understood vaguely what she was going through. "I'm gona blame you if my arms snap like matchsticks..." Her grin becoming complete. |
|
|
|
| Blade | Jun 17 2008, 07:33 PM Post #9 |
|
Servent
|
Blade watched in amazement as a grin formed onto her face. She grinned and stood back, watching the young, slender built woman hit the large bag. I'll put you on the list of people who held blame then Blade sighed, and let her eyes drop to the floor, seeing as she wasn't being observed, no-one could see her break slightly. Maybe I should be on the list Blade mumbled to herself, hoping that the sound of the fists hitting the bag would drown her. She looked at the power in the fists and was astonished at the skill that this women held. She smiled, and blinked, slightly overwhelmed. WOW. You...you're a pro. She couldn't hide the shock and admiration from her voice, and she no longer lost herself in her worries. |
|
|
|
| Pandora | Jun 17 2008, 08:04 PM Post #10 |
|
Servent
|
She stopped rapidly, fists falling to hips in union. Pandora gazed back at Blade. It seemed the tables had turned, she almost back to her normal and bubbly self whereas her partner appeared negative and downbeat. "Jokes are made to be forgotten." She asserted courteously. Pandora drew the glove from her warming hand, gesturing it towards Blade. "Need a turn?" she smiled softly, repeating the motion Blade had done moments before. |
|
|
|
| Blade | Jun 19 2008, 04:14 PM Post #11 |
|
Servent
|
As she smiled, Blade's nose crinkled, something that happened frequently. She took the gloves from the pale hands and placed them on her own. I don't generally box She said, directed at the woman, but she faced the bag, glaring at it. She slowly started off, hitting the bag as it gently swayed. She picked up pace and began moving around it. I kick She said, and with that, she raised her leg and pushed the bag so it swang out of control, she had to move to get out the way. She hoped that her bad luck wouldn't cause anything to happen, such as her hitting the bag in the strangers face...that would be bad. Seeing as this stranger and her had a possible friendship fire burning. Learned it while living on the streets Pure aggression could not hide in her voice. Kept me alive She kicked and punched the bag as if it was a threatening enemy. That and weapons She stopped and turned to her partner, talking with her hands, expressing her words, and laughing at the end. |
|
|
|
| Pandora | Jun 22 2008, 08:05 PM Post #12 |
|
Servent
|
Information processed through her brain, past and present. Pandora realised that she had lead a totally separate life to the Blade should before her. The rough and tumble she had tackled alone. "My brother forfilled that job. Shielded me from the world, kept me hidden from it's grip." Pandora's eyes drifted to the floor. She was grateful for what Alaric did for her but it didn't give her the experience of what was out there and how to deal with it. |
|
|
|
| Blade | Jun 23 2008, 05:35 PM Post #13 |
|
Servent
|
Blade narrowed her eyes in thought, and tried to read the girl's mind. Although, it was hard to look deep into her eyes seeing as the lay fixed on the cold floor. A thought taunted Blade's mind, and half of her wanted to keep quiet, not wanting to intrude, plus, if she was wrong, she would look like a fool. But another hald of her knew that the conversation couldn't just be thrown away, unanswered questions being ignored while a new conversation was spoken. Sighing she rolled her eyes and let her mouth overpower her. Alaric She couldn't hide the caution in her voice, and also the hesitation. She knew Alaric, he was her...teacher. Could she call him that? Friend was a nice title. She knew that he had a sister, but she doubted that she would ever meet her. That's another doubt proved wrong. |
|
|
|
| Pandora | Jun 23 2008, 06:18 PM Post #14 |
|
Servent
|
"How do you know that?" She jolted away from the girl. Was it an utter coincidence. Maybe her brother just hadn't mention this girl. They hadn't talked much recently. Had this girl pursued her to this very point, concealed. All these ideas swammed through her mind. Worry setting in. Her airy fingers twitched for her pockets in panic. Eyes flickering wall to wall. Her legs fidgetting and knees shaking beneath cover. |
|
|
|
| Blade | Jun 23 2008, 06:45 PM Post #15 |
|
Servent
|
Stupid Blade stupid stupid She cursed herself. Looking at the shock and panic in the girls eyes and face Blade knew that she was in a hole. Maybe a 6ft deep one. Blade wished that she had thought before opening her big gob, or at least asked who her brother was first. Erm, he's more like a teacher. He has an interest in what I have an interest in...this...He kinda like, well, he helps me. Just like he helps you too. Blade shone her widest smile, baring her pearly white teeth. |
|
|
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · The Training Yard · Next Topic » |
- Pages:
- 1
- 2
3:59 PM Nov 26
