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Post by arlynn alabaster on Feb 21, 2010 22:43:27 GMT -5
  AN EVIL FLOWER BLOOMED ELEGANTLY,AS IT GREW TO BE ETERNALLY LOVED!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"P-Please, Boss! I didn't mean to do it, I swear! I-It was just a slip of the hand, honest!"
Her eyes glared menacingly as she looked down to the man, on his knees begging for his life. Was he still thinking rationally now that he was just by himself, facing the wrath that was Arlynn Alabaster? She was nothing special of the sort -- her physical prowess was nothing impressive nor nothing to be notable about, though when it came to discipline she knew what she was doing. Unamused with her gang member as she frowned. "I have no use for those who don't obey orders, Roger," she started, that icy voice backed up with such an authoritive figure speaking those cold words. But she wasn't at all being irrational with her choice, beratting the follower about his wrong doings. She made orders -- very clear and specfic orders -- and there he went shooting at the opposing gang.
"I have no use for those who don't obey orders," she repeated again before folding her arms across her chest, just belong her breasts and glared. "Nor do I have a use for trigger-happy fellows. Being impulsive like that will get us into trouble. Punishment is required." And she was being truthful with her words -- the man had to be punished for his outright 'stupid' actions. You get what you deserve, as they said. Emotionlessly, she turned on her feel and looked back to him over his shoulder.
She muttered to him, "The isolation cells, Roger. Perhaps you should go and think a bit before you come out to fight with us again."
"Wait, M-Miss Arlynn!" With a snap of her fingers she had three other gang members, all part of the HOLiCs, assembled around the man as they dragged him away. She already had her decision made, and made the proper arrangements for others to stay near by to take the man to the cells. The night would be much more amusing for him, that was certain. When her follwers came back several moments later, she was waiting still in the same position as they left -- arms crossed and an indifferent look on her face. Arlynn faced forward, though her eyes averted to the side to one of her members and whispered delicately into his ear. Her words were quiet, hushed beyond even a whispered as she received a nod from the follower, and then walked away with them trailing after.
"Please inform Odette that she has an appointment with someone in the cells."
That was perhaps an hour ago, after leaving the cells Arlynn had gone back to her quarters to refresh herself a bit. A long day with some fighting and words of malice thrown into it; what she needed was a short break from everything. Isolating herself in her bland room, tending to her hair and changing clothes and just lying in bed for a few moments helped her relaxed. She had lain in bed for a few moments, clearing her mind before getting up and walking out of her room, closing the door behind her and carefully walking down the steps. Though it was in the middle of the night, no one was asleep much less tired. Even after such gruesome fighting and being injured and tired, no one was out of energy yet. She was pleased with their stamina, since most of her gang was composed of those with who were strong in mind, and seeing them last this long was definitely a good thing. She was pleased, but showed none of this emotion on her face as she walked down the hall and down the stairs. They made noise, but not particular heard with all the chattering going on.
Making her way down the main hall of the ground floor, Arlynn stopped in front of a door, a blank look on her face as she gripped the door knob and pulled it open. Taking a careful step forward, she made her way into the darkness with her hand pulling the door behind her close. There were only dim lights up on the ceiling, faintly lighting her way as she continued her stroll into the room. A long hall way with cells lining the side, and she found that the fellow she threw down here not that long ago was not alone. Several people were from her own gang, though she could hardly remember who they were or what they did. Even if she tried, it was rather futile. Indifferent to them, Arlynn continued her way and stopped somewhere in the middle, a few meters away from where the punished man was locked in. She stood off to the side, leaning against a wall with a foot propped up and her arms crossed over her chest once more.
"I hope he wasn't much trouble to you, Odette," she spoke with a soft voice, though not as soft as she had spoken to her gang members earlier in the night. Hair fell into her face as her head faced down, and looked at the other figure out of the corner of her eyes. She smirked and let out a small sneer, "He was really a loose canon, anyway. He was bound to be sent down here eventually." Arlynn spoke like she had really known the man whom she sent down here; and she did. She kept close eye on all of her gang members and as leader, it was her judgement to who was fit to stay or who was ready to be killed off. "I'm sure you thought that as well, right? It was obvious to see." Arlynn let out a small laugh as she sighed tiredly and turned her head over to the side, facing the other figure.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -made by rea @ festival of asylum. do not steal, please! :]
the top lyrics belong to nightmare's the world!
this post is tagged for himitsu who plays odette!
this post was written with rea's character arlynn!
right now reaaa is listening to no logic by megurine luka!
the amount of words in this post is nine-six-zero!
aghhh. so much ramble. =o= i'm sorry. if you need more to work with, let me know and i'll throw in some more stuff for you. and lol, random thread name. D8 couldn't think of anything so i just put what i was listening to >>
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Post by odette devereux on Feb 23, 2010 18:06:52 GMT -5
 . . . o dette ❤ devereu x . . .
( . . . WHEN YOU TURN MY WAY × TAKE IT ALL THE WAY , )» » » » » » » » » » » » » » »
Odette had been standing near a window in the infirmary when a nervous-looking male several years her senior approached her.
The cyan-haired female drummed her slender fingers idly along the windowsill for a brief moment longer before gracefully turning to face the newcomer. She tilted her head to the side, a slight smile quirking at her lips. "Is there something you need?" the nineteen-year old asked with a soft laugh, peering at the other HOLiC member with a vaguely amused gaze. In spite of his significantly larger size, the other appeared far more nervous than she. Such irony. To think her own gang members occasionally felt ill at ease when relaying information to her... Either they personally feared her, or there was something unpleasant about the information being relayed. As it turned out, the situation pertained far more to the latter. So... Arlynn needed her at the area of the isolation cells, then? Interesting.
"Mm...I see. Very well, then. You're dismissed. Are you feeling well? Feel free to relax today if you feel ill," she murmured, flashing a disarming smile. The male noticeably relaxed and returned a less tense one of his own before taking his leave none too hurriedly. Odette surveyed his moderate pace for a moment, watching as the infirmary once again fell silent. At her own unhurried pace, she returned to her room and took several moments to change into a black dress—a great contrast against the white one she had previously worn. Quiet, nearly inaudible steps led the petite female to the ground floor as she easily maneuvered out of the possible paths of any potentially vicious ANTi-HOLiCs. For the most part, she had no desire to confront any hostile members of the opposing gang—that could wait until a more opportune time. At present, Odette was in a fairly relaxed, serene mood in spite of the task at hand. No matter. Arlynn occasionally called upon her at random, unexpected moments; by now, she had adjusted accordingly and taken to remaining unsurprised whenever a request came for her to pay a visit one of the poor, unfortunate souls condemned to an isolation cell.
Hrm. Isolation cell.
There was a split-second when a decidedly twisted grin settled upon delicate lips—but then it was gone, replaced once again by the sweet smile she always wore.
The older, more experienced HOLiCs she passed—which were a select few, frankly—gave her attire appraising glances. A black dress. The smarter individuals figured it out quickly enough and gave her a wide girth, clearly understanding that she was paying a visit to an "inmate." Personally, Odette adored her black dresses, but they were more proper for these...appointments, so to speak. In the event that there was bloodshed...suffice to say, red showed up less easily on black than it did on white. It was a pain to wash blood out of white garments, and Odette didn't have the heart to subject her dear dresses to such cruelty. On the other hand, as for the fools who decided to cross Arlynn and get on the leader's bad side... Well, of course, they received what they deserved. Which was, indeed, typically punishment. Of the "Odette" variety. The type that broke them, sometimes to the point of utter disrepair.
Still smiling, Odette hummed a cheerful tune as she entered the hall of cells, her voice reverberating slightly in the closed space as she made her way to her destination. Various sets of eyes, some glazed with excruciating pain, others utterly terrified at the very sight of her, and still others milky with impending death, fell upon the slim female's black-clad figure. A sadistic edge graced her serene mood. To spite them, Odette merely hummed just a bit louder, the tune increasingly jaunty and whimsical as she proceeded. Several heads retreated back to the back of their cells. Vaguely satisfied, she brushed a disobedient lock of pale, green-blue hair out of her face, letting the strand settle in its new location tucked behind her ear. Falling silent, the co-leader of the HOLiCs finally stopped before a single cell, the mellifluous clacking of her elegant heels quieting. She crouched before the isolation hall's latest inmate—one impudent, trigger-happy male by the name of "Roger," it seemed, from what had been reported. Her eyes were gentle as she spoke to him.
"Bonjour, monsier Roger," she breathed, standing close enough to be grabbed at, but far enough to remain unreached. The fluent French leapt softly from her lips as she spoke. "Might I inquire as to why precisely you are here in this dismal place?" Certainly, she already knew why—but a little bit of harmless conversation wouldn't hurt anyone. It was only fitting that she learned a little more about her latest victim and what exactly he or she was like before she officially began her so-called "appointment" with them. The young male's eyes were wild and loudly protesting the unfairness of it all in their own, emotive way. Odette smiled inwardly at the display of emotion and listened to the indignant voice as it complained to her about Arlynn and the pink-haired female's strictness. If the male hadn't been so busy ranting, he may have noticed Odette's smile tighten slightly at the insult towards the HOLiCs leader. Nonetheless, having known said male would rant, Odette took no measures to conceal the strained expression. The fool realized nothing.
I rather tire of hearing his voice as it is,
[/color] she mused, not kindly. Odette's eyes glimmered as she surveyed the confiscated items along the nearby table to her side; it seemed this HOLiC had had quite a collection of guns. She casually lifted one that was known for its large bullets and inability to kill immediately, recognizing its worth in this situation, before glancing it over and returning her attention to the male, whom seemed to think she was here for the sole purpose of comforting him. Odette would, of course, be obliged to disabuse him of the silly notion. Apparently, this male was not merely trigger-happy, childish, and potentially insane, but he was an idiot as well. Lest she be infected with this repulsive idiocy... "Oh! You've seen my collection," the male crowed happily, eyes wide with excitement. Odette smiled soothingly, amused by this display of infantile mirth. She twirled the glimmering, well-polished weapon in her hands, running a delicate digit along the smooth metal. "It seems I have," she murmured sweetly, tilting her head with an almost feline grace. "It's quite the collection, I must say." She let the words soak in, letting the male think she was appreciating the beauty of the weapons. Indeed, she was, but that was not her only goal. "Do you like guns and artillery very much, Roger?" Odette held out the gun, as if offering it to him, but pulled it back mere milliseconds before an eager hand swiped at her and a head bobbed in an exuberant nod. Brief irritation flashed in her eyes—such uncouth behavior, really... "Well, then," she murmured. "Perhaps we can test, in depth, precisely how much you adore your lovely guns..."It would be a good means of intimidating everyone in this godforsaken place. When the first round of gunshots sounded, carefully aimed to hit the intended victim, Odette coaxed a set of raw screams and stuttered protests from the male. None of the shots were lethal, but the pain, of course, would be intense. The male was lucky, frankly. She was going easy today; her good mood hadn't been entirely spoiled. The female had just finished emptying the bullets into the unconscious HOLiC's unmoving, unconscious body when she noticed her leader's entrance. As if nothing had even happened, she set down the smoking gun on the table of confiscated items upon which she had originally found it. Turning and smoothing out the folds of her dress, Odette shook her head with a slight smile toying at her lips. "Oh, it was nothing at all, Arlynn," the co-leader said with a quiet chuckle. "I must admit that he made interesting entertainment, considering that my day had previously been rather uneventful... As much as he adored guns before now, I'm rather certain he won't hold any fondness towards such weapons for quite some time." Odette nodded slightly in the direction of the limp, unconscious body, which was breathing with evident difficulty. Bullets had been embedded deep in the limbs, running along the length of the body save for the head, neck, and upper torso in neat, organized columns. It was less creative torture than usual, but then again, her mood was pleasant. Her torture methods were hardly the most repulsive when she was actually in a good mood. She admired the swirling design along the male's arm for a moment, appreciating how she had created the small piece of artwork merely from well-aimed bullets alone. "I'm afraid that if you still require his services, he'll need some medical attention," Odette admitted, slight sheepishness lining her voice. "Mm-hmm, it was. That, and your little messenger briefed me slightly on Roger, of course." The conversation sounded entirely normal but for its gruesome implications. She had a strange way of talking about torture like most individuals did about weather. The cyan-haired female faced Arlynn, chuckling as she smiled slightly at her leader, indicating that the male was quite handicapped. If he recovered mobility, it would be a miracle. The bloodloss had made him pass out, but he'd survive for at least another hour or so. It wasn't quite as messy as usual. For one, Odette noted that her dress had not once been touched with blood; if anything, that knowledge only served to brighten her mood. Nonetheless, she was rather certain that Roger would be discarded soon enough. Odette rarely left her victims intact—if Arlynn still wanted a gang member within their ranks, she normally didn't call Odette down to punish them. "Are you tired, Arlynn?" she inquired with a soft smile, having heard the other female's tired sigh. "Have you been getting enough sleep? Insomnia certainly won't do, you know." The words were playful and pleasantly amiable. As always. Odette's facade was unrelenting, but sometimes, during little moments like these, it was just a tad more genuine than typical. "Or have today's events been rather taxing?"[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] » » » » » » » » » » » » » » » ( NOTES ?! ) Wheee?  I hope it didn't suck too much. DX
( WORD COUNT ?! ) 1721
( TAGGED ?! ) Arlynn Alabaster
( CREDITS ?! ) Template by HiMiTSU of FESTIVAL OF ASYLUM! No stealing, or you will be hunted down and fed to a man-eating notebook. Srsly. Kthnxbai~
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Post by arlynn alabaster on Feb 24, 2010 23:30:33 GMT -5
AN EVIL FLOWER BLOOMED ELEGANTLY,AS IT GREW TO BE ETERNALLY LOVED!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - To say the least, Arlynn was quite amused with the pleasant squealing noise coming from Roger. Though her slight weary state had been noted upon herself, she couldn't help but let out a small laugh. She made an attempt to stifle the sounds, to prevent from showing too much emotion and ruining her image, and cleared her throat. "I never understood the fascination with guns," she glanced in the direction of confiscated items; the guns littered on the surface in no particular array. Averting her eyes back, Arlynn glanced upon the body that lied in a rather normal fashion, though she knew the truth of this body that no one other than she and her second in command knew. A body, unconscious and barely alive, covered in a fine line of bullets that were lodged in his body. It was a beautiful sight to be admired, that was for sure. Arlynn took a second to burn this scene into her mind as remembrance of this fine punishment.
"As interesting as that sounds, that may need a raincheck." Arlynn said to the female two years her junior with a somewhat blank stare. She stared into the open space between herself and Odette, moving back parts of hair blocking most of her sight. With a scoff, she carefully pushed herself off of the wall with her foot with little effort. "Jacques and Xavier will be back at a later time to check up on him. I'm sure he will be fine for the time being," and of course she was not really trying to make it sound like the man would be alive. After all, had she truly wanted Roger breathing the same air she did, she would have given permission for one of the other followers to do it for her; not that she was incapable, but it was more along the lines of being a traditional punishment. From the books she read within the library the house had, the stories told of a leader who had his or her most faithful supporters do their own bidding. Simply put, she was doing the same. "We have plenty of other capable members in our gang of which may surpass Roger, at any rate." She was blunt with this slight confession; Arlynn was not one to beat around the bush when it came to her gang affairs.
For a moment Arlynn gave a rather contemplative glance to her comrade, studying over the younger girl's appearance. Dressed in a dress black as night, it fitted her image well and Arlynn couldn't help but discreetly marvel at it. She had already seen plenty of the other's simple white dresses (of which the girl looked just as commendable in as the black garment she donned now), and she certainly had taken a liking to the way she dressed. On the other hand, Arlynn dressed in somewhat of an opposite matter. She was more of a vintage dresser, most of her attire consisting of mostly black and white with a few things colored with pink thrown in. She wasn't known as a very flamboyant person (her sister was more fitting for being such), but she was not exactly all too comfortable in what she was in now. Self-conscious was something that affected her only in the slightest of bits, rarely did she ever really fuss over the trivial things such as clothing and fashion. It was not like she could really grasp that concept anyway.
Truthfully speaking, anyway, the way she looked at Odette and the way she looked at others were (if noticeable) completely different on multiple levels. With others, whether they be part of her gang or not, she made little effort to really pay any mind to them. Indifferent and uncaring most of the time whilst preferred to be isolated and dwaddling about in her own room, it was like she made a small one-eighty and change roles. She found it hard to admit, but Arlynn found herself usually taking numerous of glances to her teal-haired junior, though not ones of mere friendship or cautious stares to see if she were doing anything wrong. It was a difficult thing to really explain and think about, and Arlynn had pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind, focusing herself on the situation at hand.
She noted the mention of her tired sigh and shook her head. "I'm quite fine, perhaps a bit worn out from what happened today." She let out a scoff with a hint of a trickster's motive backing it up, "Typical leader frustrations and the like. As terrible as it sounds," and she paused here to see if Odette had caught her implication of blatant sarcasm, "it isn't something that would cause insomnia, surely. Something like that seems rather silly." A hand raised tentatively and moved towards her hair, her fingers delicately threading through it in slow motions. "And you, Odette? Have you been getting your fair share of sleep lately?" she asked in return, reciprocating the curiousity she thought she had seen Odette express just now. Her expression hardened and she held a look of concern with a side of curiosity to go with it. There was no mask nor deception present with her at all; but whether she was really articulating the true emotions or acting accordingly to how she would have acted outside of this context (living in an asylum made it hard to be honest) was something still a mystery to herself.
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the top lyrics belong to nightmare's the world!
this post is tagged for himitsu who plays odette!
this post was written with rea's character arlynn!
right now reaaa is listening to cantarella by gakupo & rin!
the amount of words in this post is nine-one-six!
suck? your post was lovely, himi-chan. 8( i'm sorry mine can't compare to yours. i had to keep dictionary.com & thesaurus.com open the whole time so i could sound smart. xD and arlynn sounds like a stalker now, jeezes. /dies
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I hope it didn't suck too much. DX
