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Post by ZANE ROBERTS ? on Mar 17, 2009 18:15:06 GMT -5
COLDWARTRANSMISSIONS
side by side we face each other
THIS IS RUSSIAN RADIO HERE
run, run while you still can******************************
Here was one tree. One tree that had sturdy limbs, although it was devoid of leaves that wasn't too far from the Garden's. He wouldn't get into trouble, or have himself killed. But the thick branches were twice, maybe thrice the size of his arm, a sullen ash gray, as if that of a nephilim's corpse, as he eyed it curiously. It looked made for climbing. And he couldn't let this chance pass him up. Wouldn't. Looking around for wardens, Zane crept over to the tree and looked up into it's huge, welcoming arms. Eying his first foot hold, he grabbed one of the lower branches and began to hoist himself up. Wardens didn't like when you climbed trees, something about liability issues. But really didn't care. Clamoring up to the second branch, he peered around for another hand hold, but couldn't seem to find one.
Looking left and right, he pondered his options, and in one smooth movement jumped from his last foot hold, nearly eight feet above ground, and looped both legs over the nearest tree branch. Doing this, he pulled his torso up, bending at the waist, and grabbed the next highest branch from his sitting position. That one, too, seemed like it was too high to simply reach for. Without bothering to hold onto the branch, he stood and stretched onto the tips of his toes, fingers just short of reaching their destination. He paused, putting all his weight on the branch, seeing if it was sturdy enough to hold him. The limb was thick enough he could almost stand flatly on it, but he didn't know how much weight it could hold.
Secure in the knowledge that all 110 pounds of him could be supported by this ancient beast, he took a deep breath of air before leaping up, finally grabbing hold of the branch...only to have it snap off in his hands. He yelped, letting go of the splintered limb and trying to catch himself on the lower branch, which, as he saw fly past him, he realized he couldn't do. Rolling into a ball, he prepared himself for a crash that didn't come, at least, until he realized with pain, he smacked off one of the lower, bigger branches. His arms hooked on it and he hung there, eight feet from the ground, breathing in tight gasps, exhaling laughter. That was an adrenaline rush if he'd ever had one.
Swallowing the lump of fear that was building in the back of his throat, he opened his eyes and stared up into the clear, grayish blue sky that hung over him like the blankets he used to build fortresses from when he was younger. He loved seeing the sky, and spent a lot of time outside just looking at it. But Zane was the type of guy, who rather then sitting on the ground, or lying there, decided to climb trees and hang upside down from them. Some people dressed differently, Zane just was different. And, he guessed, that was what ended him in an asylum, hiding from pedophiles.
Not giving up, like most people would have, his hands burning from clasping the rough bark, he swung himself to a slightly farther branch and began his ascent. Three huge limbs upward later, he eyed his destination. The tallest one, sturdy enough for three or four people to jump up and down on, it was slightly apart from the others. Which was great when trying not to bang your head off lower branches when hanging upside down. Unconsciousness would be a bad thing up here, nearly fifteen feet from the hard-packed, dead earth below. Gathering up his courage, he pushed off from the branch he had been standing on, across the gap of nothing but smaller branches below.
As his hands found purchase, he swung his legs up sideways and let go with his hands, the branch like a beam between his calves and knees. Zane laughed again, not the shaky nervous laugh he normally had or the "oh my God, i almost died" laugh he had had just a few minutes ago, an actual full-hearted laugh, filled to the brim with joy. He was in his happy place, as he swung back and forth lightly and giggled. Anyone who saw him would know he was a nut, but that was okay. Everyone here was, even the Daisies. In fact, he really wasn't sure how he'd gotten into one of the most dangerous gangs here, apart from the Lilacs; the Violets.
He'd tried explaining to the Violets that he hadn't intentionally killed those thugs, but they wouldn't hear of it. They told him to stop being so humble, which actually made him feel worse. Sighing, he breathed in the scents surrounding him, fresh pine from the forests, the smell of disinfectant clinging to him, like a bad memory. He shuddered and almost lost his grip, which scared the hell out of him. Not even delusionals would like to go splat, after all. Closing his eyes, he heard a faint sound. A human-like sound, like shuffling of feet. He opened his eyes, but found nothing. Pulling himself up, he sat on the branch, waiting for his blood to drain from where it was pooled in his face and head. "Hello?" He called.
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notes; if someone responds, please try for a 600+ post. only fair xD
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Post by india on Mar 21, 2009 11:02:05 GMT -5
i know not your sorrow, but i know mine   so say you'll stay and dance with me tonight- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The sky above was obscured and gorgeous in the fogyish gray dust of clouds veiling the pretty blue of the sky behind them. This was the kind of day Indi enjoyed, a day that wasn't sunny but wasn't exactly of the dreary sort. The faint smell of moister clang to the air like a cheap suit, but in a manner much more calming. It helped all too much that for once she had actually been granted time to herself. Normally there was always someone following her in case Dina came out to play, leaving god knows what sort of destruction in his wake. It was so much more tangible to think of Dina as an actual person instead of herself. After all it was so much more easier to see a psychotically disturbed man standing over those bloody bodies as opposed to a seemingly normal teenage girl. After all this time she could still not come to terms with what she had done, what she was. Once upon a time the only thing she knew about DID was all she could gather in the movies, not exactly a very reliable source.
A warmer smile graced the teen's rather pale features thanks to the sensational mixture of fresh are and various medications/sedations. Of course the wardens weren't far, but unlike usual they had agreed to give her space. Room to breathe more or less, after all a person can only be caged for so long. It helped that India was able to convince the doctors that time out and about, somewhat alone, would make the "episodes" less. Whether or not that was actually true is something she honestly couldn't say. However with her favorite book in one hand and bunny slippers on her feet Indi aimed to take full advantage of the moment, while it lasted at least. There was never a need to actually dress in this place, pajamas worked just as well as clothes and were much more comfier. Sometimes the wardens encouraged you or forced you to actually put on everyday clothes because they were under the impression that it made people saner some how. Personally India found that funny, 'cause once your loony clothes don't really make a difference.
In fact she wouldn't be surprised if everyone just walked around naked, though the thought made her glad that everyone was made to at least wear something. After all there were quite a few peoples she was sure no one wanted to see naked. Taking her mind away from the metaphorical 'gutter' so as not to entice Nadia, India began to take in her surroundings, blue eyes look about her, searching for the perfect place to read. Then again without her glasses reading might prove to be a great deal more difficult than usual. It's not like she didn't know the book by heart anyways, after all she had read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland at least three hundred and sixty times since she five. Of course at the age of five she had to sound out every syllable and try her best to actually understand it. It seemed she could never get enough of the book, the original, the one she had about three dozen copies of. There wasn't a page she hadn't thought about in depth and lets not even go into how many times she had seen the movie.
A giant tree stood strong just off the gardens, it's bare limbs and unkempt look seemed to call to Indi. It was a perfect spot to read, the perfect place to lean her back against and loose herself in wonderland. The only land where she was sound of mind and light of heart, so long as she didn't step on the queen's toes. Okay so that wasn't a crazy thought or anything.. the silent conversation raged on in her brain. As she approached shuffling along softly so her too big for her slippers wouldn't fall of Alice scanned over the base of the tree. Finding one spot where giant roots did not rupture the grounds surface India took a seat and flipped open the cover ignoring the slight sound of a moving branch. As soon as that cover was opened India was lost, she had "gone to wonderland" as she often referred to it, even if that sounded just slightly more crazy than dissociative identity disorder. In wonderland India was herself, no one else shared her body, not Anna, not Dina, not Nadia, just India. Just a blond haired, blue eyed small teenager by the name of India, just like it should be in the real world.
As she turned the page to the next a word broke the barrier between the real world and wonderland, the simple phase "hello". It took a minutes for India to process it but when she did, a moment or two later, she jumped in surprise and scurried to her feet. "Hello?" she responded somewhat quietly, skeptic of herself hoping like hell she hadn't suddenly began to hear things in her head. That's probably all it would take for them to get her in the operating room, and she was terrified of becoming a lilac. Eyes fluttered around her surroundings searching for the source of the voice.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -word count; 872.
outfit; clicketh.
note; hope that works for ya  .
lyrics; but tonight we dance by rise against
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Post by ZANE ROBERTS ? on Mar 21, 2009 14:13:15 GMT -5
FROMPRIESTSTOTHEIVES
what have we done, what have we become?
I'M NOT COMING BACK & IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT
we loved ourselves and lost it all******************************
He wondered half-heartedly if it was paranoia, if he was truly going insane. Not that his belief in being a talented acrobat weren't a little out there, but he hadn't seen too many other patients swinging from trees like a monkey. But he really didn't like monkeys, so he'd have to compare himself to another creature that wasn't so...creepy. But what else hung upside down in trees? Bats, sloths, Cheshire cats with yellow eyes and purple and pink fur. He liked bats, but it was in the afternoon. Didn't like being compared to sloths much, either, but then again, who would?
So he'd stick to the Cheshire cat. But back to his current dilemma, not only had he been imagining footsteps from around him, he'd actually called out to them. As if they were real. Why the hell would anyone else be out here? Seriously, he thought this spot was far enough that no one would go near it. And it's not as if there was foliage to provide shade. But there were plenty of other trees around here that had a surplus of leaves for some crazy to sleep under. Unless it had just been an animal, rustling through the underbrush. Which made him feel rather stupid, talking to animals.
He loved animals, but Zane was the type of boy to think talking to them was a little stupid. Well, at least in public. In the confines of his own room, if he ever decided to get a pet, it would never hear the end of it. He'd probably dote on it, cuddle it to death and complain constantly. All the while trying to stuff it with food. Zane was too caring in that way, but so self-conscious in public. And so when he heard the return greeting, he nearly fell out of the tree, for the third time. Looking about him for the source of the sound, he turned back and forth on the tree.
But what didn't come to mind until nearly a moment later was maybe the person wasn't in sight, maybe he wasn't insane; he just had to look down. Maybe they were wardens, come to shoot him full of Novocaine and sleeping drugs, numb him from this beautiful world. He'd escaped nearly three attempted lobotomies, but unfortunately had been subjected to many sessions of electro-therapy. He had enough static energy to light up a city. So, peering down towards the trunk of the tree, which was swathed in massive, claw-like roots, he finally saw her.
She was barely a speck from nearly 20 feet in the air, as he leaned backward and bent his knees to catch the limb he had been sitting on. Hanging upside down, he tried to decipher the fine features of her face, but could barely see anything. He'd have to get closer. He let go of the limb and as he fell past one nearly five feet down, his hands shot out and he caught it, just barely. Zane would never stop taking risks, until it eventually killed him. Or Dr. DeVoure finally got his hands on him and put a few holes in head with a screw-driver, in order to make those "loose screws" a bit tighter, as he liked to joke.
But it was no joke, he'd seen what happened to those who had one of the doctor's leucotomies, and it wasn't pretty. They became like zombies, parts of their brain destroyed and sometimes their eyesight. They'd walk into walls repeatedly, a blank look consuming once vibrant features, and Zane never could guess whether it was because they couldn't see or if they were just that demented. He shivered, dropping another seven or so feet, landing squarely on the branch he had aimed for. He had amazing aim, he did, and now as he peered below, the girl had jumped up and was looking around wildly for him. Apparently he hadn't been the only one totally confused.
She looked familiar, he knew she was in the Violets, like him. Which made him wonder if she was violent. He swept the leaves and bark from his white pants, which, for the record, had been a horrible idea. But then again, he didn't like white too much. It reminded him of hospital gowns. But now, standing on a branch only five or so feet above the ground, he could see she looked pretty harmless. But then again, so did most serial killers. He giggled a bit, thinking maybe she'd been sucked in the violets like he had, for violent crimes she hadn't meant to commit. That sounded more likely, he lied to himself.
"Why, hello! What might you been doing under my tree?" Zane asked, smiling a grin that suddenly did remind him of the Cheshire cat. It hadn't been on purpose, of course, but when he noticed what was in her hands, an Alice in Wonderland book, pretty battered looking, he knew this couldn't be a coincidence. Zane was a firm believer in Fate, and today it seemed to want to play out in a desolate wonderland. The Garden's. "My name's Zane. What's yours?" He always liked to know people's names, unless something might happen. Like, they went missing. Or tried to kill him. You should always get your possible killer's name, if you can. Professional courtesy.
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TAGS; INDIA<3
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notes; haha perfectly :3 any plot in mind, or...?
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Post by india on Mar 22, 2009 0:28:38 GMT -5
i know not your sorrow, but i know mine so say you'll stay and dance with me tonight- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The tree began to rustle up above and slightly startled India jumped back nearly falling in her true clumsy nature. Fear spiked her like needles and her head began to ache with pressure, with pain. It felt as if she might explode, like hers ears should be pooling blood on the floor. However the drugs were good today. Meaning that the head-tormenting was due to the new experimental medication they were trying her on. Normally Anna might emerge, or maybe Dina if the fear was potent enough, but instead they seemed to just be pounding against the walls in her mind begging to escape. It was fortunate, fortunate for the boy now sitting on a branch just above, that the drugs were working to the fullest. The thought of hurting someone made her sick to her stomach, causing her to wonder that maybe it might be better if the doctor tried some experiment on her.
God knows she'd be the perfect candidate, but it seemed that they were content with just physical experimentation, nothing surgical of too harmful, yet. Hell they hadn't even tried electro on her, then again that might have something to do with the last hospitals recommendations. They didn't seem to find it in the least bit funny when they came into find a nurse strapped in and frying as opposed to her. Really India couldn't recall the actual act, all she knew was one minute she began to panic as they started strapping her on the gurney and the next she was staring at a juiced up nurse laughing hysterically. Then again they might have just figured that electricity might screw the cross brain waves up even more and add more identities to the teens already confused body. Whatever it was all she knew was that she was thankful for not having to go through that, in short, she'd take drugs over that any day.
However India always wondered just how long she could squeak by without Dr. DeVoure deciding she was next for the operating table. For now it seemed all Indi could do was count her blessings and hoped to hell they stayed that way. Then again she had always thought that the world might be better off without another psychopath roaming about. Perhaps being a lethargic zombie was the best way for India to exists, at least then she wouldn't have to deal with the weight of the fact that her hands had hurt, even killed someone else. Even she wasn't conscious of the act, even if it wasn't really "her", she seemed to be what she always referred to as an accessory during the fact. In other words, she held herself responsible, though she couldn't believe that it was her doing it. Who'd o thought that she was actually crazy? Certainly not her parents.
Then again good old mom and dad hadn't visited in months. According her brother it's because they couldn't see her in her condition, but to her it simply meant that they weren't ready to admit there faults on her part. It translated to "they aren't coming to see you because they're afraid to see what they've helped you become". Then again they really couldn't be blamed, after all their genes played no part in her. Perhaps she could blame Alice, but why blame someone who remained her only support in this place, the gate keeper to wonderland, her only friend. India stood, staring some what blankly at the boy residing on the branch above. The smile that dawn his face caused her to smile as well. It was like that of an old friend of hers, like that of the Cheshire. Really it seemed utterly uncanny, which led Indi to think that maybe it was time to find another book to read and a different movie to watch.
The resemblance sort of took her off guard, so much though that India had question whether or not this was actually a figment of her imagination. Though quite honestly delusions were something she didn't really want to add to the list. It took a moment for her actually comprehend the words because between the somewhat shock, the slight fear, and the uber pain there really wasn't much room for quick processing. "Your tree?", her words were rather disbelieving as she was unable to make them sound any other way at that moment, though clearing her throat she tried once more. "Y-your tree? As far as I know it's a public tree for the crazies..." her words this time were light, sort of joking as Indi became slightly more at ease. It seemed her brain was becoming unstuck. Introductions were something she had never been good at so she couldn't have been more thankful when he began them "why hello Zane, I'm India, nice to meet you.". A half smile twisted her features and a sort of half wave was given in place of a hand shake.
The boy seemed well enough, he didn't seem completely toony, not like some of the other patients around here. Really compared to them he seemed like a kitten, after all there were some pretty loony people in the Gardens. Not to say that he couldn't be one of them, or that she wasn't one of them herself, more or less he just seemed so to her. Then again looks could be deceiving, something which instantly made Indi the slightest bit more worried, hoping Zane wasn't the type to play coy before slicing a person's throat. Then again it might be better if he didn't than Dr. DeVoure....- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -word count; 928.
outfit; clicketh.
note; nope, no plot in mind, you?
lyrics; but tonight we dance by rise against
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