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Post by Desdemona on Aug 11, 2007 12:01:50 GMT -5
The door was open, always welcoming, always inviting. But something was different. The handle was scraped from the door, the lock having been picked. It was only slightly ajar, as well. Inside, the light was streaming through the wall-windows of the north wall, and the apartment was a mess. Books flung everywhere, broken glass on the rug.
Pitter wasn't in sight because the couch didn't face the door, but she was there, lying on the couch. Her hair in shambles but brush in hand. A red butterfly draped on her neck, made by mortal hands. Her clothes were ruffled, but not torn off or anything, just showing signs of struggle. There was the tiniest bit of blood dripping from her brush her forehead. All was quiet.
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Post by Desdemona on Aug 11, 2007 12:27:38 GMT -5
((I'm goign to order my lunch now. Friends are visiting, so I may be back in a few hours. Sooooo hungry... >.> )))
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Post by GBird on Aug 12, 2007 14:39:35 GMT -5
The young demon walked into the apartment as usual, and before he'd taken another step, he paused. The smell of blood was one all to familiar to him - even the tiniest amount. Instinctively, he made his hand into a fist, and a black, bloodstained katana appeared in his hand. He pressed his back against the wall and edged his way around the room.
As soon as he saw Pitter, his eyes widened a little, but then narrowed again - Now was not the time to start letting his guard down.
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Post by Desdemona on Aug 12, 2007 14:49:31 GMT -5
Nothing was in the apartment - not a sound, or a scent. Pitter's room was the only one still in tact, oddly. The light pink walls still luminous with posters of teens out of magazines and her idols. Her brother's room on the other hand was even messier than before. Whatever had been here was gone. Pitter remained still, her fingers just barely balancing the brush in her hand. A finger twitched, and the brush fell to the floor.
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Post by GBird on Aug 12, 2007 15:01:42 GMT -5
Tenos let go of the Katana - but it floated in the air, as though he was still holding it - and ran over, next to Pitter, shaking her gently."Pitter... Pitter, wake up..." He looked around. Whatever had happened here, it sure as hell wasn't good.
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Post by Desdemona on Aug 12, 2007 15:07:11 GMT -5
Pitter didn't awaken at first. She tensed up a bit in the shoulders at having being touched, and coughed. "What..." She whispered, eyes opening almost frightfully. Obviously expecting someone else, when Pitter saw Tenos she did her best to fling her arms around him in a hug. "Oh thank you, you're here!!" She whimpered, now shaking very slightly. "I thought I was dead..."
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Post by GBird on Aug 12, 2007 15:09:01 GMT -5
Tenos smiled for a moment, glad that Pitter was at least alive, but then became serious. "Pitter, what exactly has happened here? Who did this to you?" He reached behind him, plucking his Katana from mid-air.
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Post by Desdemona on Aug 12, 2007 15:12:06 GMT -5
Pitter paused a moment, trying to think. "I couldn't see his face. He had a hood on or something and he was looking for something. I just came in and he was here, rummaging through things." Pitter looked around her. "And for no reason, just attacked me and I tried defending myself and he began to strangle me..." Pitter's eyes filled up with tears at remembering. "I don't know who it was or why or what." She whimpered, sniffing.
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Post by GBird on Aug 13, 2007 8:51:26 GMT -5
Tenos sighed and shook his head, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down, don't get yourself all upset over it. He's gone now." He let go of the katana, allowing it to float again, and pulled her into a hug. "And if he comes anywhere near you again, I'll make sure that it'll be the last thing he ever does."
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Post by Desdemona on Aug 13, 2007 8:57:36 GMT -5
Pitter wiped at her face before hugging him back. Suddenly she began to cough, but it subsided after a while and she rubbed her throat. "I don't understand... I didn't do anything to anyone, did I?" She asked Tenos, looking at him confused and sadly - something that she never expressed. She picked up her brush and slowly rose to her feet, placing some of her weight on Tenos' shoulder to support her. Into the kitchen she limped, her left leg hurting her and the water was turned on. Pitter washed the blood off her brush and began to comb out her hair slowly, just to get her mind off things.
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Post by GBird on Aug 13, 2007 9:05:17 GMT -5
Tenos shook his head, following Pitter. "You haven't done anything wrong." He assured her. "It was probably just a common burglar." He slowly walked out of the kitchen, and half-looked into Patter's room. They were in his room... maybe it was him? He headed back towards the kitchen. "I don't suppose you've heard anything from your brother?"
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Post by Desdemona on Aug 13, 2007 9:09:52 GMT -5
Pitter stood, leaning against the kitchen counter, resting her leg and brushing her hair absent mindedly. "No... Not since he left. I mean, I've gotten letters but I think dad must've done something to them." Pitter glanced over at Patter's room. "Patter may be a pig, but he wouldn't do this..." She told more herself then Tenos.
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Post by GBird on Aug 13, 2007 9:27:00 GMT -5
Tenos nodded. "I see..." He nodded, making another pair of fists, creating two more katanas, allowing them to float in midair. "Here." He said. "I'll leave you these - just in case he decides to come back. When you're not holding them, they'll act on their own accord - they can see and hear as well as a normal person." He put a hand on Pitter's shoulder. "You are alright though, right? I mean, you're up, but does anything feel broken, or bleeding internally?"
((He might have emotions, but he still doesn't quite understand subtlety XD))
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Post by Desdemona on Aug 13, 2007 9:29:38 GMT -5
((It's alright. XD))
Pitter shook her head, and a hand went to her throat, feeling for something. "The bruising will go down and I'll heal as long..." She paused, feeling around her throat. "Oh no - where is it?" Her eyes filled with slight panick as she checked her pockets and looked around the kitched. "My collar, where did I put it?!"
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Post by GBird on Aug 13, 2007 9:35:05 GMT -5
Tenos blinked. "A collar?" He looked around, then down at the floor - the most likely place for it to be. "What, exactly, does it look like? What colour is it?" He asked, already moving things out of the way with his feet.
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Post by Desdemona on Aug 13, 2007 9:37:34 GMT -5
"It's a light pink ribbon with a purple stone attatched to it." Pitter said, obviously very worried. "If I don't find it, I'll die!" She exclaimed the overly used expression. She got up and limped to the couch, digging under the cushions.
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Post by GBird on Aug 13, 2007 9:44:08 GMT -5
Tenos paused. "Wait - you said the guy was choking you. Yet you're alive." He slapped his forehead with anger that it had taken him so long to put the whole thing together. "Can't believe I didn't spot it sooner; he wasn't choking you- he was trying to steal your collar!"
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Post by Desdemona on Aug 13, 2007 9:57:25 GMT -5
((Hee hee. XP))
Pitter looked up at him. "Yes, that makes sense but how - I mean why would he want it?" Pitter asked, afraid. "The collar is of no value to any mortal man, really. It's a charm my brother and I share, two halves of a stone birthed by radioactive lava in the heat of the very first summer of the very first world!" Pitter stood and went to her little mirror/dresser and looked there. "No man could have even touched it withough being burnt alive, and yet no man even knows about it."
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Post by GBird on Aug 13, 2007 10:13:02 GMT -5
Tenos folded his arms. "Then we've solved the mystery - but you're not going to like it." He shrugged. "Nobody else knows about it. Nobody could touch it without being burnt alive. Yet you and your brother have a half each." He sighed and shook his head. "Pitter, it must have been your brother who attacked you."
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Post by Desdemona on Aug 13, 2007 10:19:28 GMT -5
Pitter shook her head. "No way! Patter couldn't have - he wouldn't!" Pitter sat down and shook her head more. Her hands covered her eyes, not wanting to cry again. "I mean, why would he want me dead?" She asked.
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