Lady Asphyxia

[color=blue][size=1] OOC: lol, yeah. I'm waiting for Liam to get off Work Expirience/ Slave Labour. Till then... _______________ Rae watched as the others came in, and as Siren left to find Niomi. None of them were surprized to see her. Impressive. She had under-estimated them. Stupid thing to do in her book. They were, after all, top agents. The best, and trained by the best. The only [i]real[/i] reason she had gotten in was because she knew things. Because she could often fade into the background...and probably also because Adam had put a few words in. She wondered if it was a good thing or not. She berated herself mentally for under-estimating them. Overconfidence was her main downfall. It always had been. She hated being protected; she'd rather die than someone think she was too weak to defend herself. And, she knew, she didn't really fit in here. Everyone else here understood each other....enough to get by. She was the outsider here... Rae sat bolt upright as she noticed a flash of movement through the shattered door. She drew her gun, swearing, and ran outside. She knew Craig, at least, would have noticed the slight motion. He was pretty observant. Rae's blue eyes clouded over as she realised what she'd seen. A body. She quickly looked around. Her eyes picked out a car squealing away. It was too far now to do anything. She looked again at the body, and her face hardened over. Dead. Unrecognisable features; they'd been beaten...Rae checked the clothing of the body, and pulled out a necklace. Frowning, Rae examined it. S**t. She knew who this was. Elyssa Munroe. An agent. She schooled her face into impassiveness; her body too. She had checked out Ryan's file; he was able to recognise body language. She turned to the others, who had arrived seconds after she did. They'd have beaten her, if she hadn't been up and running before them. Smiling, Rae turned to the commander and nodded towards the body. "Elyssa Munroe. Agent. Specializing in markmanship, computor intellegence. 5'7, Blonde hair, blue eyes. Sixteen on September the 7th. 'Currently' serving at Revered Soul College. Identifiable marks; maori tatto on left shoulder, birthmark on right lower back." She held up the necklace. "She always wears this. It has her initials engraved on the back." Rae recited. She'd learnt all this. Learnt most of the stuff from personel files. Smiling, Rae dropped it to the body's torso. "Its on the computor." Rae walked inside, her self-doubts momentarily put to the side. [i]That[/i] was why she was here. Because her memory was almost perfect. She could recall anything. [i]But[/i], she thought, most agents probably knew that information. It wasn't hard to remember. She had to remember not to reach above herself. ...Stuff that, Rae thought. I'm good at what I do. Why shouldn't I reach above myself? ____________ OOC: Yeah, okay...maybe odd...but Im sitting at home, and after 2 days of holidays, I'm already bored! *Cries at her misfortune*[/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1] [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Dark_Apocalyps [/i] [B][B]Broke Heart[/B] Your heart is broken, but you dont want to see. You think nobody notices, but infact you're sinking in a bottomless sea. [I]I did this when OB was down[/I] [/B][/QUOTE] I like it, but for the line just up there ^ "but in fact your sinking in a bottomless sea." It'd probably sound better if you said "You think nobody notices/You're sinking into a bottomless sea." It makes the rythym flow better if you just take out the but infact part. That my contribution. Otherwise, I liked it. [/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1]Rae silently swore at her brother. [i][b]What[/b] was he [b]doing[/b]?[/i] She turned her murder-filled eyes to Liam. Was he actually [i]threatening[/i] her brother? Nobody, [i]nobody[/i] threatened her family. Ever. She watched as Liam moved past everyone and sat in the dusty corner. Rae's eyes flickered around, and she decided to join him. She was big on protection. Everywhere else was too exposed. At least there, there was a corner. All you needed to look out for was people to the front of you. Besides, it was fun p***ing off Liam. It was like a Motlov cocktail; the reaction was alway volatile. Smiling to put everyone else off, Rae moved over to the corner, detouring slightly to pinch Adam hard on the neck. Her nails were always grown long, leaving inprints in his flesh. Satisfaction gleamed in her eyes. Revenge was always sweet. Rae sat down next to Liam. "F**k off" She smiled sweetly. "Can't. I'm here to mind you." Out of the courner of her eye she saw him reach for his pistol, and in reaction pulled her knife out of her sleeve and brought it down to his arm. "You may not want to live, and I may not care about life, but I really [i]don't[/i] like the idea of pain that guns always seem to bring to my mind. Just leave it." Surprizingly, Rae didn't think anyone had spoken to Liam like that before and gotten away with it. She knew the only reason she did now was because Liam was under orders; not that that would stop him, but temporarily at least she was safe. Tuning into the commander, Rae amused herself by predicting what he was going to say, whispering it to whomever was listening. Mainly herself and Liam "Serious subject..." "This is a very serious subject we are going to have to deal with..." "Hard mission..." "...and it will be a very hard mission for all of you..." "Was going to wait..." "I was going to wait for a while until the others are here..." Rae sighed. She knew what was coming. "There have been rumours..." "There have been rumours of...goings on happening lately..." "They're true." "And I regret to inform you that they're true." The commander nodded at Rae. "You know what I'm talking about." Her only response was to incline her head. Liam, slightly a bit more calmed asked her "What is he talking about? And how do [i]you[/i] know?" She rolled her eyes. "You mean you haven't guessed by now? I'm not only [i]your[/i] babysitter, not only Siren's babysitter, nor only Ryan's. I am [i]also[/i] believe it or not," she said sarcastically, "an intellegence officer. And a damned good one at that. Spying and information is my forte." She shrugged. "Whether I get it from my side or the enemy is irrelevent." Rae sighed, finally lifted her dagger from Liams arm, slipped it back into her sheath, floded her arms and closed her eyes. There probably wasn't much about the mission that she didn't know anyway. Well, except for the members. There had to be more agents coming, didn't there? [/color][/size]

[color=firebrick][size=1] *Sighs* Well, I never got around to correcting it. So, I'm posting it up again... [b]Why must you judge me?[/b] Why must you judge me? My all-encompassing Elysium does not harm anybody, nor does it feed the disaffection of the human society. It was by fortune alone that I came to be, and only by fortune that I am still here. My fondness for Chimera does not concern you; I am my own person. As such, I do not care for the quips and quirks of the masses, only for the relative peace of silence. And yet, even then, I can hear the screaming in my ears. Why must you judge me? Yes, my idolatry led me to behave like a fool, but it was my choice. My decisions pointed me in that direction, and when I could see where I was ultimately leading, it was too late. I was there. I had tasted the forbidden fruit of paradise and had fallen, destined to dance to its seductive music. Calenture had caught me. But why must you judge me? It was not your problem, and the nightmare of my bliss cannot be seen be anyone but my closest confidants. Just because I am the anthropomorphism of somnambulism does not mean that I should gather all your pity. Just because I am walking inside of a dream that I cannot wake up from does not mean that I alone should be handed your compassion. But you know that. That is why you judge me. Because your mercy is not appreciated, and I, in my trance like state, do not recognize it. What is pity if it goes unnoticed? It is nothing but another human sentiment, washed away amongst all the others, swirling around together until, what used be its own pure passion, is now naught but a tainted mix of oblivion. I am not the image of purity, or of innocence. I am the image of what virtue metamorphises into. Rhapsody-like suffering. That is why you judge me. [/color][/size]

Isn't there a character limit anyway? *checks* yeah there is- 20000 characters. I like that story, btw

[color=blue][size=1]Rae smiled. "I had that feeling; that you weren't insane." Rae paused for a minute. "I'm not sure what we're here for. It could be the televison report; you have seen that, haven't you?" At Siren's nod Rae continued. "But I don't think thats it. " Rae slid down onto the floor, controlling the motion with her thigh muscles and the walls. "There've been some rumours going around. Disappearances, manglement...that sort of things. I think they'll use the television reason for a while, but eventually, I'm almost certain thats what they're going to get us to do..." Rae looked around at Siren, waiting for her reaction. _______ OOC: Sorry it so short...[/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1] Rae stormed into the HQ, looking around for anybody she knew. Of the agents a Gryphon College, she doubted anyone knew that she was also an agent. Siren might, though. Siren had alsways treated her differently...happily. It seemed odd for someone considered crazy. Rae sighed and shot a glare at Adam. Her brother and foster parent was lounging about, probably just to annoy her. He was a workaholic otherwise. Muttering to herself, Rae walked over to the drink machine and pulled out a coke. [i]Who of the agents at Gryphon would be coming?[/i] she wondered. Rae knew all of the agents at Gryphon College for one reason; Adam. Adam occasionally left his files around, usually being the ones with information about the, as she called them, Gryphstors. It was his way of letting her know things, without getting into trouble. In reality, Rae was only supposed to know about Siren, Ryan and Liam. The others weren't a problem. Rae sighed. She babysat them all, really. She hated babysitting; it was tiring. But, she mused, it was fun knowing things you weren't supposed to... [/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1] Rae swore silently and looked around gingerly as she heard her headset ring. Moving out of range from everyone else, and leaving Iitashi standing there. She moved into an empty classroom, and took the headset out of her bag. Licking her lips nervously, she put it on her head and listened carefully. "Is there a television nearby?" Rae looked around. "Yeah, there is...but I'm late for class..." "Turn it on. Now, Raellyra. Channel Seven." Rae flicked through 'till she got to the right channel, glad that nobody else was here. She watched in growing horror as the report showed the attack on Gryphon College. And there, clear on the scene was Liam. She swore again, out loud this time, then groaned unhappily. "Fine...what do you want me to do?" "We're getting a team together." "Who?" "You'll find out when you meet them." "Thats not fair." "Too bad. Come back to HQ." The phone clicked off. Rae did the only thing she could think of. She screamed her fury. "Well, aren't I lucky." She managed to say after she calmed down. Rae sighed, checked her watch, and, deciding it was too late to even try for class, ran outside to her car. Getting in, she drove out of the school, taking out her frustration on the car and road by flooring the accelerator. "Don't I just love my life?" Raellyra said almost bitterly as she sped away. [/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1] Hmm...well, I what I [i]don't[/i] want to end up happening, but life long dream... My life long dream would probably be to move to England, and get away from everyone...humanity. What can I say, I really don't like our attitude. Most of the time I really hate staing in one place...for some reason I freak out if there are a lot of people there or if I stand when I want to sit...I dunno. I guess you'd say...highly strung? Career wise, I'd say I want to be a translator, maybe a writer, though i doubt [i]that[/i] would happen. So many people do want to be a writer I seriosly doubt my chances...so...translator it is. What else? I'd say eventually I'd like to write maybe a story of my life (mixed with someone elses)...I don't really know.... ahh well...life goes on. [/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1] Ohh...cool. I like your writing, well...what I've read of it. lol. WHAT??? No comments? :bawl: fine, fine...*goes and crawls off into her corner* [/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1] OOC: I think I'm the...youngest(is that the right term?) here according to, like expirience. Wow! Rae watched as the girl fainted. She chuckled as Siren winked and walked away. Most people thought Siren was insane, and it wasn't far from the truth. Siren was...not one to follow the crowd. It suited Siren, just as isolation usually suited Rae. Rae whirled suddenly and grabbed the boy who had been following her, then sighed and relaxed. It was Iitashi. She glared at him. "What do you want, Iitashi?" [/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1] Raellyra, Rae, to those few who knew and liked her, sighed and slumped against a wall. The day had been hell, and it wasn't over yet. She watched as Liam jumped into his car and drove away. So he was gone. Rae checked her watch. 2:30. Not bad. He hadn't hurt anyone yet, amazingly. Part of her task was to watch him. She never interfered, but she always watched. He drove out of the school, and Rae turned around and walked back into the main school. The breeze whipped her hair around, and she wished she'd put it up. Too late now though. Sighing, Rae pushed a black lock out of her face. Her eyes darted from place to place, and she caught snatches of conversation from each clump of people standing, or sitting, around. "Jules, what are you waering to the party?" "New kid at school..." "I can't believe Miss Walther..." "I was [i]thinking[/i] jeans." "Do you know how mcuh homework she sets us?" But one voice stood out. "Look at her. She just stands there. Why doesn't she speak to anyone? All she does is stares...." Rae turned to face the voice, her lip curling. She could feel her fingers twitching for her gun, although it was strapped to her thigh, under her skirt. Maybe her daggers would work, Rae thought idly. They weren't far away; one was in the sole of the shoe, the other strapped to her forearm, covered by her sleeve. The girl stopped and stared at Rae, eyes wide. They were, for some reason, afraid of her. Why, Rae didn't know. They at least had reason to be afraid of Liam, but Rae hadn't done anything to any of them...yet. She wondered how long [i]that[/i] would last.[/color][/size]

Name: Raellyra Stanton Age: 23 Clan: Mirwell Hight: 5'7 Bio: Smothered by her paranoid parents, guardians and nanny's, Raellyra ran away at sixteen, and discovered the destruction the had been caused. She began to physically fight the military, and is considered a rouge, but cannot be trialed or even arrested at the Mirwell Clan still claims her as their own... Persona: Childlike in many things, when the situation cals for it, she'll be serious. Desc: Dirty brown hair and blue eyes, jeans and a black shirt. Weapons: Dagger and sword - both light harnessing, power-up in order to blind the opponent at the most convientient time, andlaser ring which can burn opponent Race: Hybrid

Eep! Well, I'm afraid I'm not one of the originals.... Name: Raellyra Erienna Age: 17 Race: Hybrid-human/elf Description: About 5'7, dirty brown hair and blue eyes, and has a celtic knot tatto on the palm of her right hand. She normally wears jeans and a shirt, with a cloak over the top. Equipment: Usually only a dagger and sword, though she'll sometimes carry a staff with her; if she's hiking. The dagger has more celtic knotwork on it, as does the sword.

[color=blue][size=1] I really liked it. It reminds me of some of my work... Hmm...the end seems a bit choppy, but other than that, its great![/color][/size]

I liked them, and I liked the twist at the end of the second...it sounded it little evil, but a little...grrr...I forget my words today(having a bad day) ARGHH! I can't remeber the word Im searching for...well, I liked it. I really liked the first poem too...

[color=blue][size=1] Wow, [i]I[/i] have a writing style? :eek: lol...I was actually trying a different style this time, usually I'm less...erm...I dunno...involved, maybe. I was [i]trying[/i] to get emotion...I've been told I'm not emotive enough. So I tried... Why is it disturbing? *goes off wondering about her style of writing*[/color][/size]

Well, I thought it was great! You're really good at it. Most freestyle poems I try end up as a splogy mess that would probably be better as prose... I really liked last two stanzas. Keep going...please?:toothy:

[color=blue][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Raellyra (Rae) Adara Stanton [b]Side arm (pistols only.):[/b] 9mm silenced glock [b]Trained in (best at/specifically, two choices):[/b] Intellegence, Surveillence. [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Preferred Vehicle(all SYF agents have been given a special licence, no matter the age):[/b] Vauxhall Lotus Carlton [b]Bio:[/b] First became initiated when she found out that her brother and foster parent, Adam,(eight years older than herself) was actually a secret agent. She later found out that her other brother, Matthew (two year older), was a member of the SYF. It was only two years ago when she herself became involved in the SYF, and it was obvious stright away that, while her marksmanship was just above average, in surveillence and intellegence she was almost brilliant. In the fiasco a year ago, occuring when she had been laid ill from pneumonia, her brother Matt had been killed. Always quiet and subdued, she became almost fanatical in her need for silence, exculding most of her previous friends from her life. Now, Raellyra has been placed in Gryphon College in order to 'keep an eye on things', making sure that nothing get out of control. Recently though, a few disturbing reports have been heard, of agents suddenly dissapearing, and reappearing, dead, in their respective embassies. Adam seems to get more and more nervous everytime she leaves home. Deciding immediately on the course of action, Raellyra had become on of the loners, fading into the background, and yet still able to find out anything. She had become practically invisible, and that suited her purposes perfectly.[/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1]*falls on her knees and praises you* Thank you! I forgot how...sure sign I've been away too long. lol[/color][/size]

[color=blue][size=1]It shouldn?t have been that hard. She was as obsessed with him as I now am with writing. Of course, it was a healthy obsession, and it was returned. They were married, and had two children together, plus the one child from a previous marriage. They worked well together; a proper partnership. They didn?t even fight. The closest they got were heated discussions, usually resolved within minutes. It was perfect. Actually, that was probably what tempted fate. Perfection was always so hard to achieve, and it never lasted. He left as he always did. He?d come back of course, as he always did. It was funny thing called work that took him away. I never understood it.. Of course this time, he?d be late. He was going to a conference, a meeting, honoring him; he?d been promoted. She went about her business. The kids had to be dropped off at school, she had her own work to do. Everything went about normally. That?s why it seems so surreal now. I got home from school to see my mum cooking, as she usually did. It was roast lamb; one of my favorites. The smell of rosemary drifted wafted me, teasing the senses. A cliché, I know, but that?s what it did. I, being the infinitely wise six-year-old I was, decided that I would stay up; the official reason being to wait for Dad, ulterior motive being to watch television. Everyone ate dinner. I can still now taste it. I remember it being one of the best meals of my life. Mum had made it especially for his promotion, but the children had to eat; bedtime was 7:30. I wheeled my way into staying up. I always was good at wrapping Mum around my little finger. The youngest, my brother, was three, and floated into the land of dreams, or nightmares, very soon after dinner. I was so excited I got to stay up. I was so excited I got to answer the door. I remember the knock. My Dad always knocked, just so that I could look out the peep-hole in the door. A game I suppose. Imagine my shock when it wasn?t my Dad standing there, but instead a police officer. But it didn?t alarm me; he was actually one of Mum?s friends. His name was Constable Kidd. He looked like a goat, too. I called out to Mum, and pulled the chair away from the door. I was to short to see without the help of the chair. Mum was the one to open the door. I suppose she must have known that something was wrong as soon as she saw his face. She didn?t need to be asked to step outside. The door was closed in my face. And still, I felt no forewarning, only exclusion. To this day, I still don?t know exactly what she was told. I was standing there when where I heard the cry. I never thought I hear something like that from a human, but I knew it was Mum. She was led inside, carried inside, really. My sister knew straight away that something was horribly wrong. She screamed. All she could say was ?No, please, no. Not again! Oh, god, not again!? I had no idea what was happening. My mother had, by now, dropped onto the floor, wrapping her arms around her stomach. I watched, motionless, as my sister crawled over to her. Confusion swamped me. [i]What[/i] was [i]wrong[/i]? They sat there for, what seemed to me, to be forever. They just sat there, sobbing, with my sisters arms around her mother. Finally, Mum spoke to me. ?Kathryn.? I?d been waiting for them to tell me for so long, it took me a while to realize she was talking to me. ?Kathryn. Your father?your father?s dead.? But I was young and innocent. Death didn?t mean anything to me. I?ve always wondered what I would have said if I?d been in that position. I?d certainly not blurt it out like that, make it sound so trite. I?ve finally realized that there is nothing to say that won?t sound trite in the long-run. The constable had to explain death to me. It took me a while, and by that time both my mother and sister were calming down?or maybe they just couldn?t cry anymore. ?No,? I denied when I realized what was happening. ?You lie!? And so I ran away from the liar. I know now that subconsciously, I was running away from what I perceived to be a threat to my happiness. Obsession destroyed my mother. She didn?t go anywhere for months. My sister took over care of us, taking us to school, making lunch, ironing, washing. But she couldn?t be there all the time. She was older, at a different school, so it was me they turned to when my brother started acting up. At first it was just crying. They understood that, but only I could make him stop. So they pulled me out of my class to do it. Then the violence began. I got called in time and time again to make my brother stop throwing things, stop screaming, to stop kicking walls, to just stop. The emotions almost killed me. Trying to help my brother, trying to help my brother, trying to help my sister, at the same time, trying to make myself feel better. Trying to forget the fact that my whole life had changed, had been destroyed. It got better, of course. My Mum was pulled out of her all-encompassing depression when we were informed we could be taken away from her. She started again. New job, new university course, new house, new car. Everything was fine. But for me, everything was missing. And I was left, trying to forget that. Trying to forget that my family went from perfect, to broken. So now I know. Perfection is always so hard to achieve, and it never lasts. ~Fin~ Mwaha! What do you think?[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mnemolth [/i] [B] Personally I'd take out the last verse altogether. Whipping a dead horse there. You may be trying to force your point home but that's not necessary. You should give your readers a lil' more credit. ;) And I'd change the second verse ending, break up last line into two. Will your soul ever rest? Ending with the question seals that angst you're trying to convey. :devil: [/B][/QUOTE] Hmm...I see what you mean. I tend to get paranoid and think it isnt finished and the ending isnt clearly defined enough, so I repeat the first verse. "Will your soul ever rest?" Actually, i had it as two lines originally; I typed it up incorrectly.

3 poems in 1 day. Yeah, I got bored. However did you know? Broken skin, And broken soul; Let your blood Pay the toll. With tears that fall, And a chest that aches, Watch the skin As it breaks. Row by row, Line by line, Cut your skin To pass the time. The pain out there. The pain inside Draw out that Which tries to hide. Fear and fury Hate and death Will your soul ever rest? Broken skin, And broken soul. Let your blood Pay the toll. Blah. The end. hehe

:eek: *does a double take* you're here? I thought you'd left. The entire thing was planned...maybe it was a lesson in irony to the Americans (IS it irony...I think it is...) ...I did get the vauge impression you didn't like governments (Sarcasm is just one more service we offer)

28th time of what? Yeah, true. I'd probably be jerked out of my usual apathetic state if someone rudely threw a plane into MY country's buildings. Johhny Howard. I see him as a prime example of what your talking about. Course, thats totally excluding Bush. But Johhny-boy was actually cementing our relationship wiht America...and I wish he hadn't...