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Akaito-Nii
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As mentioned before, Ava was, as called, a murdered. Ava always seemed to think her hands were still bloodstained, and it scared her greatly. It had given her the worst fear in the world, thinking about the murder of her own father, one who's sperm had brought her into the world! She had attempted to even cut her hands off, a few times. The pain had reminded her she was alive, and that she had to live to make her parents happy and to try and make a difference in the world. Those poor animals needed help, and if nobody else would help them, she would!
Now, she had simply stopped looking at her hands. Her nails were perfectly filed and painted at a nail salon, as she looked away, refusing to see what she believe was blood. Of course, her hands were perfectly clean. There was no sign of any blood there or having ever been there. Her overactive mind just made her believe that there was a trace of the liquid there.
The liquid. Could such a small word even fill up the importance of blood? Blood was so. . .Amazing, honestly. Blood could keep a human alive. Blood could kill a human. If blood was infected, it could kill a whole amount of humans. Blood was one of the main helpers in the act that produced all huamsn in the world, sex. Blood was everything, and was classified as one small word- liquid.
For a long time, months on end, she had been afraid of the color red altogether. It had made her want to die altogether. She had wanted to just disappear, but the ghosts over her parents made her stay alive. They didn't want her to become a ghost like them- they wanted their poor, young, depressed daughter to grow up to be something worthwhile.
Nobody had really cared if Ava didn't want to be something. As much as Ava has just wanted to sit around and sulk, people wanted her to do something. Strangetown loved her, unlike most places. In most places, she was ignored for her gothic looks and how she covered her body up so much.
She had screamed loudly in fear of the color, often. Halloween was still a horrible time for her, because the fake blood she saw everywhere reminded her. It gave her a horrific feeling, and reminded her how she wanted to die for her criminal deed that she had been forgiven of by her parents. She never had gone in for any Halloween celebration at all, instead staying home to pray.
Her prayer had kept her going, a lot. The prayer to nonexistant gods, making herself believe that someone would listen as she spilled her heart out to them. It was amazing how she had managed to fool even herself with the thoughts, thoughts she had no realized were fake.
Her frail white skin gave off a dead sort of glow, now. All of her time inside had made her be so fair-skinned. . . The dark-as-night eyeliner and purple eyeshadow didn't help either, nor did her eggplant-purple lipstick. The lipstick. . .She remembered sending someone on a quest, one of the heros. She had told them to go buy her some of her favorite eggplant purple lipstick. In the moment the hero had been away. . .
Ava had done something horrible. That had been how she had gotten herself in so much trouble, back at the hotel. She had hypnotized the guests, made them unsteady and unaware as she attempted to make the whole town worship her god. Such a dumb idea. . .She scowled at herself in her mind and how dumb it was, to have tried that. She never should have. Ava didn't notice as she had wondered into the park, until her eyes flew wide for a second in pure, uninterrupted panic. Not that color! Not someone so focused on the color! THAT FUCKING COLOR! Her mind scattered it's thoughts light dropping a stone into a tank of fish. She choked on her own breath for a moment, coughing to try and regain herself. Oh god, she was a murderer! She had killed someone, someone who was innocent! Why!? Why did the memory come back to her like this!?
It wasn't fair!
Why couldn't it be fair!? Why couldn't she just be normal!? At least, why couldn't she be normal enough for Strangetown? She was close enough, wasn't she? But so dark. . .Her room back at home was filled with dark things. Tarot cards, knifes, guns, skulls, all sorts of things she loves.
Just as the goth girl's lungs began to burn she regained her breath. She had been unaware about how nice it was to breathe! It felt good to be able to see again, as her vision had clouded up.
She silently prayed the red person hadn't noticed her choking like that. She did notice some other park-goers had notices, but none had done anything, preffering to continue on, possibly letting her die.
Her mind slowly rebuilt itself. Thoughts reformed, trying to keep away from remembrance of the horrible, horrible deed she had done. She didn't even hurt a flea, but she had hurt a human, one whom she loves, and killed them! It hurt her on the inside, it killed her on the inside!
Her eyes sparkled in great fear and disapproval as she stayed away from remembering what had happened. She didn't want to remember it! She didn't want to remember how fear had driven her to do something so stupid as to killing a human!
It made her want to cry, yet again. But she held her tears back, she was strong, because she knew there were still people in the world who didn't want her to cry.
Ava wondered what her parents were thinking of her know. They knew as well as she did she had never even thought of actually doing anything dirty. She didn't like drinking or smoking, she was a virgin even if sex was legal for her now, she never liked to hurt anything.
Everythign she had been taught in high school kept with her. She was drug free, STD free, arrest free. She was a innocent person anyone could bend to their liking, if they wanted. Unfortunetly, if anyone bent her. . .It wouldn't take any more than a few short twists to break her in half. Any small mistake would make her a wreck.
. . . Pfffft.
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IF YOU CAN'T BEAT THEM, RUN THEM OVER WITH A TRUCK!
Hello, dear brother~. ♥
-/speaks rather weakly, forcing up a creepy grin-
-Turns to see him-
Ah, Taito!
-Grins widely, slapping him on the back heartily, trying to overlook the creepiness-
It's nice to see you again, Akaito-kun...
Now, she had simply stopped looking at her hands. Her nails were perfectly filed and painted at a nail salon, as she looked away, refusing to see what she believe was blood. Of course, her hands were perfectly clean. There was no sign of any blood there or having ever been there. Her overactive mind just made her believe that there was a trace of the liquid there.
The liquid. Could such a small word even fill up the importance of blood? Blood was so. . .Amazing, honestly. Blood could keep a human alive. Blood could kill a human. If blood was infected, it could kill a whole amount of humans. Blood was one of the main helpers in the act that produced all huamsn in the world, sex. Blood was everything, and was classified as one small word- liquid.
For a long time, months on end, she had been afraid of the color red altogether. It had made her want to die altogether. She had wanted to just disappear, but the ghosts over her parents made her stay alive. They didn't want her to become a ghost like them- they wanted their poor, young, depressed daughter to grow up to be something worthwhile.
Nobody had really cared if Ava didn't want to be something. As much as Ava has just wanted to sit around and sulk, people wanted her to do something. Strangetown loved her, unlike most places. In most places, she was ignored for her gothic looks and how she covered her body up so much.
She had screamed loudly in fear of the color, often. Halloween was still a horrible time for her, because the fake blood she saw everywhere reminded her. It gave her a horrific feeling, and reminded her how she wanted to die for her criminal deed that she had been forgiven of by her parents. She never had gone in for any Halloween celebration at all, instead staying home to pray.
Her prayer had kept her going, a lot. The prayer to nonexistant gods, making herself believe that someone would listen as she spilled her heart out to them. It was amazing how she had managed to fool even herself with the thoughts, thoughts she had no realized were fake.
Her frail white skin gave off a dead sort of glow, now. All of her time inside had made her be so fair-skinned. . . The dark-as-night eyeliner and purple eyeshadow didn't help either, nor did her eggplant-purple lipstick. The lipstick. . .She remembered sending someone on a quest, one of the heros. She had told them to go buy her some of her favorite eggplant purple lipstick. In the moment the hero had been away. . .
Ava had done something horrible. That had been how she had gotten herself in so much trouble, back at the hotel. She had hypnotized the guests, made them unsteady and unaware as she attempted to make the whole town worship her god. Such a dumb idea. . .She scowled at herself in her mind and how dumb it was, to have tried that. She never should have. Ava didn't notice as she had wondered into the park, until her eyes flew wide for a second in pure, uninterrupted panic. Not that color! Not someone so focused on the color! THAT FUCKING COLOR! Her mind scattered it's thoughts light dropping a stone into a tank of fish. She choked on her own breath for a moment, coughing to try and regain herself. Oh god, she was a murderer! She had killed someone, someone who was innocent! Why!? Why did the memory come back to her like this!?
It wasn't fair!
Why couldn't it be fair!? Why couldn't she just be normal!? At least, why couldn't she be normal enough for Strangetown? She was close enough, wasn't she? But so dark. . .Her room back at home was filled with dark things. Tarot cards, knifes, guns, skulls, all sorts of things she loves.
Just as the goth girl's lungs began to burn she regained her breath. She had been unaware about how nice it was to breathe! It felt good to be able to see again, as her vision had clouded up.
She silently prayed the red person hadn't noticed her choking like that. She did notice some other park-goers had notices, but none had done anything, preffering to continue on, possibly letting her die.
Her mind slowly rebuilt itself. Thoughts reformed, trying to keep away from remembrance of the horrible, horrible deed she had done. She didn't even hurt a flea, but she had hurt a human, one whom she loves, and killed them! It hurt her on the inside, it killed her on the inside!
Her eyes sparkled in great fear and disapproval as she stayed away from remembering what had happened. She didn't want to remember it! She didn't want to remember how fear had driven her to do something so stupid as to killing a human!
It made her want to cry, yet again. But she held her tears back, she was strong, because she knew there were still people in the world who didn't want her to cry.
Ava wondered what her parents were thinking of her know. They knew as well as she did she had never even thought of actually doing anything dirty. She didn't like drinking or smoking, she was a virgin even if sex was legal for her now, she never liked to hurt anything.
Everythign she had been taught in high school kept with her. She was drug free, STD free, arrest free. She was a innocent person anyone could bend to their liking, if they wanted. Unfortunetly, if anyone bent her. . .It wouldn't take any more than a few short twists to break her in half. Any small mistake would make her a wreck.
Thanks for the watch dude. *grins a little and waves*
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