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Post by Avatar Korra on Jun 12, 2012 12:10:23 GMT -5
The sky was a beautiful light blue, not a cloud in the sky. The sun's rays were pounding down onto his fellow camp members and himself. He liked the sun, the cold make his limbs sore and achy. But the sun had it's bad things about it, it could burn you, give you skin cancer, etc. But he loved the sun anyway. His feet felt like they were moving themselves, he didn't like that feeling. That feeling of his feet, moving on their own, felt like he was being controlled by somebody. The teen stopped walking, looking around the spot where he decided to spot. Delicious shade poured over him, letting him escape from the warm weather. He thanked the tree as he sat against it's rough bark, closing his eyes and soaking in the small pleasure of the coolness of the shade.
The boy was never much of a talker, never. He was always the shy boy that stayed under the radar while everybody walked all over him pretty much. He didn't care, he was used to it by now, the hair yanking by children, the shoving, name calling and 'friendly' punches thrown by the other boys. He could deal with the physical pain, but that's where to girls stepped in to help with the emotional part of the pain. They called him gay because he didn't have a girlfriend, because he had long hair. They called him emo faggot all the time. That hurt, but he didn't show them that it did. Sometimes he wanted to punch the girls in the face, or in the boob. But he never did, he didn't want them to get hurt over him getting butt-hurt. Sometimes though, when the name slinging starts, he just can't handle it to the point where tears race up to his eyes. He just runs off, giving them the pleasure of winning.
That's the position the teen was in now, crying into his knees after the name slinging had just been dealt to him. Sometimes it made him think that nobody liked him and he should just commit suicide. He was pretty sure at the moment it would feel pretty good to do it.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jun 12, 2012 19:26:22 GMT -5
The wind carried whispers on its wings, gliding through the tree leaves. The sun seemed to blaze down on the camp, causing the girl to stick towards the shade. Maybe it was simply because of the fact she blended with the shadows and no trouble arose when she stayed there. Her feet, however, moved for themselves, carrying her throughout the camp in various patterns. Secrets were passed through the branches and they pulled the teen on further, as though someone was enchanting her, cursing her perhaps. The wind told her not to look back, but either way she didn't want to.
It started out as a normal day and, if anyone knew the crimson-headed teen, they knew that nothing "normal" in her book was good. The same insults had been tossed at her just as the same rocks had hit her and bruised her pale skin. When you were different, it was too easy for that to become something abnormal and, eventually, you yourself became abnormal to those around you. In fact, it was this abnormality that gave you so few friends and, in this depressed teen's case, made you run away, abandoning all that you love. No matter how much she fought back, it only got worse and the scars on her arms got deeper with each lick of the silver monster in her pocket.
She wandered on the edge of the cliff, her black and red hair glittering in the afternoon light. Her arms balanced out her chances of impending death as she walked the edge. She braced herself as she began leaning over the edge, but her balance regained quickly and a sigh slipped past her lips. Her legs dropped over the side and she pushed her sleeves up, pulling her razor out of her back pocket. She slid it over her scarred wrists, making a new pattern, and watched the blood drip over the cliff.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jun 12, 2012 22:37:39 GMT -5
Drips... Drip after drip fell onto the agonized boy's arms that were securely wrapped around his legs. He wondered if it was raining, so he looked at the drips that were landing on his arm. Tears still streaking down his cheeks, he saw through blurred eyes crimson droplets gathering on his arm and some landing on his jeans and soaking into the rough fabric. The boy looked up at the sky, it was still blue and almost scorching hot outside. He had heard that there was a mysterious phenomenon called red rain. But he had never witnessed it himself.
But the boy could see no cloud in the sky, just a few white, thin, whispy ones. Then this weird phenomenon couldn't be happening. The boy brought his arm up to his nose and breathed in sharply, the scent tangy scent of metal hitting his nose. Blood. He wiped his arm off on his jeans and got up, looking up from where the crimson droplets were falling. He saw a mass of red hair on top of the cliff, but no other details were visible to him. The boy wondered if somebody was dying up there, or.... or.... or.... Thoughts just ran through his head, making his head. It made him dizzy how fast they were running through his head.
The boy collapsed to his knees and held his head, the thoughts giving him a massive headache. He groaned loudly and collapsed onto his side, holding his head. Groaning and rolling over every now and then. He hated these frequent headaches that he got. He didn't have any of his medication for it with him.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jun 13, 2012 15:01:18 GMT -5
The agonizing pain caused the tears built up in the young girl's eyes to finally be free from their prison cell. Her head dropped as the sobs broke past her lips and her heart's one desire finally rang true as her heart finally accepted the physical and mental pain. She pushed her head into her hands, which were somewhat stained red and sobbed. It wouldn't matter any less to her if she died by her own hand or by the kick of some stranger's. Maybe, it would be better than the hell that everyone else called "camp".
Several groans broke her out of her thoughts as she peered over the edge. She saw the boy rolling at the bottom of the cliff and, despite her normal instincts to stay where she was, jumped off the cliff edge. The redhead fell through a shadow and popped up a few feet away, walking back over to the kid, forgetting the blood on her hands, arms, and face. Something about this boy was different. Normally, she'd never go near anyone, no matter how much pain they were in, but she felt like he was someone new and someone she could trust not to say anything.
"Are you alright?" she asked, quietly. She extended her bloodied hand out to him as she spoke, forgetting the fatal flaw of her appearance; her fangs.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jun 13, 2012 15:20:46 GMT -5
The boy heard a voice, which made his head throb worse. "Med-Me-Medication..." The boy groaned and gripped his face, the headache growing steadily worse by every passing minute. He needed his meds, they are the only thing to make his headaches go away. Aspirin was no help, Tylenol was no help. Only his meds. "G-g-get my m-meds..." He groaned and curled into a tight ball. The only thing that he could feel, was his head pounding. The boy had tears streaking down his cheeks the pain was so bad.
When the boy had got his first bad headache was when he was about 5, his mother had to bring him to the hospital because he was screaming and holding his head, crying it was so bad. They gave him some meds to take the head ache away, after his head ache went away, the boy cried in relief. After that point, he couldn't live without his medication. He could never live without it.
Right now, the pain coursed through his body, his hands digging into his scalp as he gritted his teeth to keep from screaming.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jun 13, 2012 15:50:22 GMT -5
The lean, vampiric girl took off at a run towards the Hermes cabin, using shadow transportation to get there in few seconds. She quickly found the boy's medication, though she was not entirely sure exactly how, and quickly returned to the boys side, stuffing the medicine into his mouth. She held his wrists down so he didn't injure himself more than he had already, though she couldn't see any signs of skin breakage.
After he had calmed down, she backed off and stood up. Realizing her own actions for the first time, the girl covered her mouth, quickly, the blood loss suddenly hitting her heavily. She backed away from the boy, stumbling a little and took off at a clumsy run to get away from this kid. However, she could hardly hear anything over the sound of her slowing heart rate and her vision began to fade in and out, creating kaleidoscope shapes. It didn't take her long to collapse in a heap to the ground, crimson tears still falling out of the slashes in her wrists.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jun 13, 2012 16:00:38 GMT -5
The boy took a few minutes to calm down, his body was stiff from the illness. He saw his mysterious helper stumble off into the woods, blood dripping from her arms. He gathered his resolve and got up on shaky legs, following the mysterious girl into the woods. He tripped a few times along the way, but he reached her and dropped to his knees beside her.
"What can I do to help you?" The boy asked in a small voice, then he saw her wrists were bleeding and ripped the sleeves off his shirt and tied them clumsily around her wrists. He waited for the girls answer, becoming more and more worried about her. Because he didn't want to owe her any sort of favor. They turned out to be his downfall most of the time.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jun 13, 2012 16:08:14 GMT -5
Her vision faded without fail and she succumbed to her unconscious, smiling at the last moment. Her body became that of mere Earth and her hair scattered like her blood, all over the place. Her chest movements began to fall as the blood continued to flow and, somehow, she could still hear her heart beating as her body was overwhelmed with a feeling of cold.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jun 13, 2012 16:15:03 GMT -5
"Please, Gods, I don't want her to die. It reminds me too much of how my mother died..." The boy said and sat against a tree, pulling his knees up to his chest. The visions of coming home to see a burning apartment complex, searching through the crowd of people flooding out. He called out for his mother, desperate. But she never called back, or tried to find him. He asked his neighbors where his mother was, and they said they think she is still in their apartment. Then that's when the building came crumbling to the ground. He remember falling to his knees, shouting at the flames that he wanted his mother back. Tears streaked down his cheeks as he recollected his memories of then and they pared with now.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jun 14, 2012 16:43:20 GMT -5
((If this wasn't Camp Demigod, my newest persona would be dead. ///.-))
Suddenly, the body was gone. None left in her place except for a shadow that would slink away as time went on. The blood stains still remained as well as her razor, which had fallen from her pocket. The silver item now lay, lost, on the ground, coated with the blood of it's owner. Whereas, the owner now lay in a cot under the immediate attention of the satyrs, whom seemed to be the only people who cared about whether she would open her eyes or not.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jun 14, 2012 17:58:17 GMT -5
The boy felt her presence vanish looking at the puddle of blood she was laying in, and a shining object. The boy slowly crawled over to it, picking it up and looking at it. It was a razor. The boy wiped it clean on his jeans, getting up and wiping his eyes with his wrists. He didn't want to seem weak going back into the depths of hell people called 'camp'. But he had to deal with it, he always had to deal with it. So the boy got up and gathered himself, wiping his eyes one more time and keeping a hold of the razor, by the not sharp part. He put it in his pocket and walked back to camp, breaking through the tree line.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jun 14, 2012 19:44:43 GMT -5
It was only a matter of seconds before the girl was out of the Big House and being humiliated again. The blood on her clothes only earned her more taunts as well as the mascara and eyeliner that ran down her cheeks. "Darky! Why don't you go back to the family you belong to? Oh, wait, they disowned you!" an Aphrodite girl shouted. The girl's friends laughed and the pale teen bit her tongue so as not to say anything she'd regret. One of the Aphrodite girl's friends looked up and she smirked. "Or why don't you go dive off that cliff again and die this time?" she added. Laughter fled through the group of girls and the bloody teen, feeling worse as always, ran for it. Her hair flew behind her like fire, but she just kept going, not wanting any more of the torment.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jun 15, 2012 0:12:20 GMT -5
The boy was walking along the edge of camp, away from all the people. Then he was on the ground, the wind knocked out of him. He squealed and put his hands up, defending his face from the potential punches that the boy thought were coming for his face. He curled up in a fetal position, protecting all his vital spots when he curled up. He was still slightly light headed from his head ache and the scene he just walked away from. He was just accepting a small amount of it, his emotions still raw. The boy felt tears start to well down his cheek, waiting for the people to start kicking and harass him.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jun 15, 2012 14:46:31 GMT -5
The redhead heard someone squeal and turned around due to her good nature. She saw it was the boy from earlier, laying on the ground with some guys hanging over him. She bit her tongue again and clenched her fists. This must have been the reason her attackers had been leaving her alone, there was a new scrap of meat to pick at. However, she hated it when they acted like that and when they made it seem like they were better than everyone else. She didn't want anyone else getting hurt since she deserved the pain, but no one else did. She ran over to the group and shoved the guys off. "Leave him alone! He's done nothing to you!" she snapped. Her normal shyness was gone and it shocked the boys fairly well that she was trying to help someone else. "Oh, so you want to be laughed at, hit, and damaged? Aren't you just, well, demented like your last name says! Aaron, why don't you take Ms. Darken Demented and play around a little? Let's see how much she likes being a slut on top of a worthless, unloved, emotional bitch." one of the guys sneered. Each insult in the last sentence made the girl wince and she realized the impact her actions had taken on the situation.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jun 15, 2012 16:44:26 GMT -5
The small area around the boy went dark, the darkness enclosing on the boys. Whacks, punches, and other noises could be heard form the small cloud of blackness. The boy pulled everybody that tried to escape the shadow back into it, he was acting on instinct to try and kill these men. He almost beat a man to death that made fun of how his mother died once. He ran away before anybody could find him, but the man had to be rushed to the hospital. That was the scenario now, they were mostly out of sight and he made sure they were completely unseen by creating the black shadow around them. The darkness dissipated in a haze and the four guys were laying on the ground in a bloody heap, he made sure to keep them alive, so they could suffer. The boy came back to his normal senses and looked at the scene, he turned away from it, quickly and running off to hide in a hollowed out tree he found.
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