Posts by Dawns Edge

"With a knife, that was an interesting addition." She smirked, stepping ahead and noting her way to home. Left.
"Well, it was nice being almost murdered with you." She commented, "Pretty sure they didn't expect that..." Thinking about her day, it seriously went unexpected and unplanned. She never liked a change but it sort of felt like a good one. And meeting someone familiar, even if slightly was something she was glad of. At least she wasn't the only insane being around.
Crossing her arms, she smiled and bid farewell, "Au revoir, punk." She tilted her head, "Don't stalk anyone."

(After exams!! Though you can write if you come up with something and show me!)

"You stalker!" She exclaimed when she noticed he was still with her, kicking his leg. Then she straightened up and said seriously, "Do not follow my path, child. You will find nothing but darkness." She whispered, hoping she could use magic to disappear. It would certainly make it perfect.

(YAY!!)

"Shut it, punk." She said simply. Oh, look. More roads. She hoped he wasn't coming that way as well. Wouldn't like a stranger to know her address. Especially not this stranger.
"You're on your own now, apprentice." She said mysteriously, stepping towards the right road. She took a few steps and when she was sure he wasn't following, looked back, "It's Veleda, by the way. My name." She felt like it was only his right to know now.
"Thought you should know." She said finally, turning around and walking swiftly as wind the started to blew away at her hair.

(We should! Okay, don't follow her and we're done. Then we get back to them.)

He was up on a roof, looking down a million stories below. Then he jumped, air crashing against his ears, and landed on the other side. An edge of a dark pit, going meters below. A bat leaped on his face and opened its mouth.
"Food." It said.
"What?" Damaris was shocked.
"You in there! Awake yet?"
"What are you trying to say?"
"Hey!"
"What?!"
"HEY!" It shouted in his ears and Damaris fell in the pit, jolting up to a different kind of darkness, breathing heavily.
"Stupid drea- What the heck?" He looked around, blinking white spots from his eyes. He was in a spacious room with a table and two chairs. His arm throbbed as memories flooded back in his mind. He had been sleeping on the floor against a wall, in a very awkward position so that his back hurt. Standing up, he went to the metal door, obviously finding the fact that it was locked. A cellar.
He realized just how hungry he was, probably what the bat in the dream was trying to say. He searched for something, some clue as to where he was. Scanning the walls and listening closely to the sounds. But apparently there was nothing but silence. There was no use knocking or shouting or kicking the door, so he simply slumped down on the floor. With nothing better to do, he drifted in his thoughts. He wondered how long he'd been out. He wondered if it was night already and where he was really. More importantly, where was Melody? What exactly happened after he was sedated was something he could not grasp. He could only imagine her to be in her father's custody. But what was going to happen now?
He looked up at the ceiling, staring to feel like it was his fault.

The room wasn't meant to escape. For one terrible moment, he wished the metallic voice was back with its tricks. At least there could be a possibility of escape...But silence was all he received. The door, plain and silver had no handholds or key-holes. It probably worked with a password on the outside. He stared at the plain walls with disappointment and condolence at the fact that they were bare.
Now that he had ruled out every other possibility, he simply sat there waiting for whatever that was going to happen. What did they do wrong? Except for trespassing the restricted area and hacking into their system and corrupting their files... Nothing wrong in that. The worst he expected, well, he never expected the worse. Him being a subject was not his choice, it was as they called, 'A duty to humanity.' So they couldn't possibly expel him or anything such as that. But what was the whole idea behind the test after all? The explanation he came up with was only that: The experiment had been a failure. They felt like killing people. So there!
But obviously, that wasn't it. The set up was clever, he had to admit that. But the reasons for it? He couldn't think of any. Probably some other form of a test. But why would that be? It couldn't be legal whatsoever. Giving someone a death penalty without a reason wouldn't be their choice would it? Now what the heck was he doing locked up in a room? Suddenly, he felt a little less miserable. Blaming himself for everything was not an answer to his questions. Whatever the mad scientists were up-to was illegal and he had to know what it was.
But for now, he just leaned against the wall and chewed a gum. For someone sane, this scenario would be enough to give them panic-attacks. But Damaris knew panic wouldn't solve anything. He hoped the doctors would come in any time now, so he could at least have a show.

Damaris was somewhat making little bubble dolls when he heard footsteps. Good thing there was a pin-drop silence so the quiet footsteps could be heard. His head perked up at the door, thinking what could be his best attempt.
Slowly, taking measured steps he picked up a chair and stood behind the door at a side. The password could be heard very clearly now, there was no doubt for a presence outside. Then the creak was heard as he wondered if all doors made a creepy sound or was it the importance of the moment?
"Hello, beautiful." He smiled just before the code was accepted.
The door opened just at once the moment he raised the chair, about to drop on the unlucky head. It was inches near when he recognized the face and gasped, throwing it aside.
"MELODY?"

(FANGIRLING!!)[img width=510 height=382]http://g1.flamingtext.ft-uc.co…_com_MDg0MjU3MTI4MTY4.jpg[/img]

He blinked, when she asked him if he was trying to kill her. Simply looking at the chair like it was the chair's fault that it was in his hands. Then he looked back, still slightly agape. "You're kidding me?" He looked outside and whispered. She had journeyed all alone to come to him. "How did you find me? You must be crazy, woman." He sighed in wonder. When he was finally out of shock, he grinned back.
"Sorry to frighten you like that," He said, "But on the bright side, you're alive!" He exclaimed, not caring about whispering like her, "And so am I!"
(I KNOOOOW!!)

"Yeah, simple." He said, rather surprised at the girl's daring attitude. There was indeed so much he had yet to know about her. He smiled at her approval of being crazy and followed her out obediently. He knew they both were more or less clueless about this area of the building but at least Melody had come all the way on her own...not half-dead in multiple men's arms. He felt slightly uneasy thinking what a disgrace it was to be unconsciousness like that. Probably looking like an idiot, he hoped it wasn't like those exaggerated movies where the tongue comes out and-
"Where are we going?" He said abruptly when they were halfway through some corridors. Noting the seriousness of the issue, he got his strayed thoughts back to what mattered. Quickly calculating everything in his mind he thought, "There's a creepy killer-system down here and we've busted it and there are doctors abducting kids and hell knows what, please tell me this is real." He wondered why in the world would he actually be glad to be in a situation such as this. He realised he was actually enjoying it. Apart from the whole killing thing it was pretty cool.
Then he came to a conclusion.
"I'm insane."
Getting inside the elevator he looked back at her, "You know, I'd like to leave a really cool message somewhere to let them know of our escape. Such as, 'I like your beard .' But that would certainly be childish."

Going to the first level was the task the elevator had to perform. But he wondered if it'd be vacant or not. The first floor was the busiest one in checking hours but right now? What time was it anyway? He missed being outside. The weather was really appreciable in the morning and he wondered how long had he spent in the building.
His response as usual was accompanied with glee, " 'Thank you for your hospitality?" He remembered the female doctor who had stabbed the needle in his arm. Whatever was the problem with the woman, he probably wasn't going to understand.
"P.S We hope you get married, Doctor Bridget.' Or maybe, 'Goodluck getting your system restarted.' " He shrugged, taking out a chewing gum and tossing it in his mouth. Gum would prove useful to stick the oh so sacred message.
"Oh and add, with love- Your favorite squirrels." He smirked, blowing a bubble out of his gum.

He took out his gum and made a ball, sticking it on the elevator's wall. Hoping the amount of openness he had displayed wouldn't gross Melody or anything. Hey, it was just a bubblegum. Taking the paper, he smashed it against the bubble and it stayed there peacefully.
Damaris acknowledged her words and then in the most serious expressions he could muster, he started. "We shouldn't judge anyone like that. "
Folding his arms he stated confidently. "I think I would. She's a lonely lonely soul in need of love and-" He couldn't really continue anymore, so he cracked up, imagining her in a wedding dress on fire.

(Seeeeee...)
[img width=510 height=510]http://i60.tinypic.com/2cqhg1u.jpg[/img]

"Love can change anyone. I'm sure I can change her." He mocked, shaking his head. "You underestimate my qualities, Miss Nightingale." He stated and begin in a sing-song voice, "I can teach her how to looooove~"
The doors opened, revealing the first floor. It looked unoccupied, the lights were dim and showed no signs of a living soul. Which he hoped was the actual case. It was weird though, he'd never seen the first floor so quiet and dark. He could hear a constant thrumming in the distance but wasn't sure what it meant.
"Yeah, be better get out of here." He stepped out, looking at his sides and motioned for her to join. The exit wasn't a puzzle, there was only one. Though it probably mattered which path he chose. He made a blueprint of the building in his brain and applauded his genius self. He concluded it was best to go left, to the cafeteria and get to the exit. If there could be any followers, it'd be easy to hide.

(I wanted to find a messier more realistic writing but I had to cope with this one. TELL ME WHAT ELSE TO QUOTE. I REALLY WANNA MAKE MORE OF THESE.)

(Let's get out of here quick. No obstacles. :p)

After a minute or two of shuffling about, he could see the entrance. Well, that was easy. He didn't expect there to be any guards, but could they leave the door unattended? He wasn't really sure. Taking measured footsteps, he walked towards the glass doors from a side. Something was happening out there and now he was able to see it.
It was raining.
Great.
It was obvious now that there weren't any guards outside or they'd be spotted by now. Slipping outside he inhaled the dank clean air. The building provided shade where they were standing and the parking area on the other side. Taking Melody all the way round to the other side through the empty lot, he reached the road. A single step further, they couldn't escape the rain anymore. The question on the other hand, was much important, where were they going?
He looked at Melody inquisitively, "Well?" He knew she didn't really have nowhere to run to. Her own father was what she was running away from. And he wasn't sure she trusted him enough to go with him. So he waited for her response before insisting his own opinion. It wasn't like he was leaving a homeless girl stranded in rain. Better to be stranded along with her than going through the guilt.

"Figure something out?" He crossed his arms, trying to reason with her, "There's nothing to figure out here. It's raining and you can't go back home any way. I would've helped you get to a hotel but I don't think we'll find any, " He added, "Also- It's dangerous to go out alone like that. They'd be following us once they figure out and I think they know the city more than you." He stated promptly, looking directly in her eyes. Giving her the strong gaze his mother gave him every time she wanted him to listen.
"I'm not leaving you behind," He ended and looked up at the sky, about to make the offer he dreaded she would not accept. But it was in their best interest so he went on, "Come with me." He said, looking back and fixing her with a softer gaze. "My family isn't all that bad." He shrugged, scratching his ear unknowingly. "Plus, they'd love any other kid more than me so they won't have a problem with a guest..."

"Ha! That was sarcasm. Of course they love me." He commented, realizing she had taken him seriously, "They'd just love you more." He finished, hearing the truth in his words. They'd prefer a lovely, disciplined girl rather than a house-wrecking, irresponsible boy.
"You made the right choice." He said happily and stepped out in the rain, immediately taking a few steps back. "No, I'm not getting my hairstyle ruined for the second time of the day!" He shouted at the thunder.
Taking off his jacket, he held it out on top his head and gave the other sleeve to Melody. Adjusting it in a way so that it would cover both their heads, to help them escape, even if just a little amount of rain.

"Sshhhh, hair have feelings too, y'know." He whispered. When he was sure their heads were at least covered and Melody had a grip on the jacket, he looked ahead on the other side.
"All right," He sniffed and took off running with her, splashing water under his feet. Rain fell against his unarmed back but it wasn't unpleasant, instead it made him feel more alive. He noticed he was smiling as he took a sharp turn to get to some shop's shade. Stumbling ahead, he came to a stop right in front of a moving taxi. Panicking, he pushed Melody aside before the car came to a halt. He was about to engage in a "CAN'T YOU SEE WHERE YOU'RE GOING?" battle and shouted some meaningless curses but realized, he actually needed a ride home.
"What do you think you were doing?!" The driver blurted.
"What do you think you were doing?! Was about to kill us, you old geese!"
"You shouldn't run around on roads-"
"You shouldn't drive a vehicle you can't afford to direct-"
"I know what-"
"Oh for crying out loud, shut up." He folded his arms, he was getting completely soaked in the rain, head to toe, now that the jacket was with Melody. But he didn't remember it at the moment.
"Would drive to Tolchester?" He was irritated but had to get along, so he ordered more than asked.
"You've got money on yeself?"
"You sure you're not drunk and know how to drive?"
The driver named his price and motioned for them to get inside. Damaris had opened the door for Melody when the driver muttered something about his car getting doused.
"What do you expect of the rain otherwise?" Damaris commented loudly. But the driver kept quite. Perhaps now that they were customers, he had decided to respect them.

Damaris followed and leaned against the seat, shuffling his hair, not caring about the car getting wet. As the engines revved, he started explaining Melody of the various spots around. Throughout the journey, telling her of all the places that went by. Pointing at people and imagining what their relations were. Every now and then though, he'd look out and quiet down and just smile to himself. He liked the rain.
After what seemed to be a long time, the car turned yet another corner and the driver asked them where to stop. The car came to a halt in front a little entrance which led to grey door after a few steps.
"Come on," He nodded at Melody and got out.
After paying the driver and running towards the door's shade, he realized he wasn't facing a warm welcome. How long had he really been out anyway?
He rang the bell and looked at Melody. "Um," He looked back at the door. It was only appropriate for him to go first, but he concluded his mother would be much forgiving if she saw Melody first. But he let it go for the moment, and that's when the door opened.
There stood a middle aged brunette, looking confused as ever as she took in a messy drenched teenager who happened to be her only son.
"Hi." Damaris smiled meekly.
The expressions turned to shock and anger in a fraction of a second and she wasn't the confused lady anymore. A hand shot right up to his ear.
"Mom-AH NO!"
""DAMAREEEEE-" She shouted, pulling the ear as he jumped.
"MOM! MOM. STOP." He protested with a lopsided head, constantly trying to get away from her hand.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED WE WERE?! WE CALLED THE FACILITY! THEY SAID YOU LEFT-"
"MOM, YOU'RE HURTING ME!"
"YOU ARE AN IGNORANT, IRRESPONSIBLE, INDECENT-"
"MOM, HEY!" He ran inside, pushing past her and slipping across the neat floor. His mother ran after him, but he was too fast as he jumped over the furniture and hid behind a couch.
He raised his head and yelled, "We have company!"
"What?! Is that a new excuse?" His mother followed him, arms raised.
"NO. NO. LOOK!" He waved his arms and pointed at the door.

Mrs. Leopold blinked at the equally drenched teenager. It wasn't the first time Damaris had brought a friend home, but the time and the person in question didn't seem to fit in well. For a moment, she just stood there with questions in her head, but then she rushed towards her quickly and beckoned her inside, "Stop standing in the rain!" She took her in and closed the door behind, taking her towards the fireplace.
"Oh, you're cold!" She huffed and shook her head, noticing the jacket on her and giving a curious look to Damaris. Who had settled on the couch and was busy drying his hair with a cushion.
"Go take a bath! Stop ruining my furniture!" She yelled at him threateningly and gave Melody a towel.
"I thought I was related to you..."
Mrs. Leopold realized she hadn't introduced herself enough to the new girl. And unlike all the other friends Damaris had, she hadn't quite confidently sniffed her name and marched where she wanted. Instead, she had given a shy hello, which was surprising.
"What's your name, darling?" She smiled at her warmly.
"Is there anyone who actually remembers me?" Damaris was asking the nearest wall, but his mother didn't seem to hear.

Footsteps were heard and a man came downstairs, probably to investigate the commotion. The man looked bored as he looked at Damaris.
" 'Sup, dad?" Damaris grinned, knowing very well that his father appreciated a formal greeting.
He cringed at the response and said monotonously, "You're back."
"Looks like it."
"At this hour."
"Well."
"How many times do I have to face this?" His father's gaze was stronger now. He spoke with gritted teeth, "I had to come early from my office and go to the facility and visit your friends. All 61 one of them." Damaris knew now that his father wasn't that angry, keeping in mind the last words.
"They're not 61-"
"They all said you weren't with them. Where were you? Do you even know how dangerous it is out there? Personally wouldn't mind if you were eaten by a wolf when you were born-"
"Wow. Can totally feel your love, dad."
"This is the last time, Damaris." He said, a little louder. Mrs. Leopold cleared her throat and that's when he realized there was a guest.
He raised an eyebrow at the girl, taking in her condition. His gaze softened a little but he didn't remain to say anything other than a stern, "Welcome." And then he went back to his room, while Damaris smiled at his back, remembering the scolding held his father's care for him. And there were only rare times when that happened. His mother and him both looked back at Melody with same expressions which said, 'Please ignore him.'

Damaris exited as well, knowing well enough that his mother would be a good enough company. Adding to that, he was receiving some deadly looks from her which he didn't quite want to face the consequences of.
Mrs. Leopold smiled at the girl, thinking about stories she'd read about Nightingales and their melodies. It was amusing actually and the name had a sweet vibe you couldn't miss.
"That's a lovely name," She said honestly, "All right!" Raising her hands and ushering Melody to a side she announced, "Let's get you dried up." And took her to her own room, showing her the closet. She had figured the guest's stay at home. And there wasn't going to be any chance of her letting the poor drenched girl go out in the rain anyway.
Shuffling through her closet, she picked out the neatest dress she could.
"I'm afraid they won't fit you," She said, handing her over a comfortable nightdress. "But we'll just have to cope with it." She tried to reason with her statement, "You see, I'm the only woman in the house. God knows how I survive that though..." She gave a pretend shiver and straightened up, "Change so that we'll dry these," She said, tapping Melody's shoulder.
Taking steps towards the door, she stepped outside. And said loudly for pretty much everyone in the house to hear her, "I'm giving you ten minutes! Not more than that! Come back all dried up, both of you!" And after that, she hurried towards the kitchen to continue what she was making.

(XD LET'S KILL HER LATER. )

"Ah," Mrs. Leopold turned to look at her, quite surprised by the sudden elegance the dress showed. Her eyes twinkled with pride.
Mrs. Leopold was never offered any help. And who could expect help from Damaris anyway? Maybe when he was younger. But he always ended up a mess so she was never felt obliged to ask him ever again. She found it really kind for a complete stranger to offer something like that. Or maybe she was over reacting, but she was starting to like her even more.
"Not really, I'm almost done." She said as she motioned for Melody to sit at the round table. "Have a seat, you must be tired." She was whisking the soup she had cooked but left it and went over to grab a glass and milk. Quickly making hot chocolate and serving it to Melody. She remembered how cold the girl had been and feared she might get a cold. Damaris on the other hand was more of a wild nature and was rarely ever sick. Especially his attitude of trying to dry himself with a cushion compared with a shivering Melody was enough to prove that.
She turned off the flame and covered it with a lid, taking a seat in front of her and crossing her fingers on the table. "Don't let it get cold! Go on." She said softly. "I hope you like carrots." She added thinking about her soup and realized how weird the sentence sounded. "Not as a rabbit-kind-of-way." She laughed lightly, "I added them in the soup you see!"

(But but but. FINE. And since I'm horrible at communications, I have no idea what to talk about here... Thus adding random carrot jokes. *facepalms*)

"Oh, what happened?" She asked curiously, "I hope it wasn't Damaris though," She shrugged and shook her head dismissively, "He sure knows how to wreck a day." And then she started listing all the things he had 'wrecked' till now. She mentioned the windows and vases and glasses and talked about his messy room and irresponsible behavior. During the conversation, she got more annoyed with his habits and continued talking about his obsession with games and going out. And then she remembered his most distinct nature of making people's day and always smiling about everything. No wonder how weird her son was, she was glad for that. He was one of a kind and she was proud of being a mother. "But...he's not so bad." She ended and sighed.
She tilted her head and looked up at Melody, raising an eyebrow, "We haven't quite introduced ourselves that much." It was normal for Mrs. Leopold to go on talking about Damaris' attributes with people who listened. "I shall begin." She straightened up with a small smile, being a little dramatic was her nature. "
I am a teacher who teaches a bunch of endangered teenagers who never cease to amuse me with their intellect and quite frankly am very happy for a job such as that..." Damaris entered the kitchen in a white shirt and blue jeans, quickly sneaking up to the stove and checking whatever was in it.
"I also happen to be a mother of an impatient little boy who's about to get hit with a frying pan."
"What-Me?" Damaris turned around. He looked at both of the females seated at the table and was slightly surprised by Melody in his mother's clothes. She looked extremely different in casual clothing rather than a lab coat and some jeans.
He grinned at her, "You look cute," and slumped down on one of the chairs.
Mrs. Leopold continued, looking back at Melody and talking in her formal introduction tone, "And it so happens that he was gifted after my marriage to a wonderful man-" Damaris cackled at that.
"Behave, Damaris." His mother eyed him.
Damaris cupped his mouth with one hand and shifted towards Melody, whispering audibly, "They had a luuuurve marriage." He winked.
"Oh please. Of course we did." His mother had a slight red tint in her cheeks, but she shook her hand and got up. She filled three bowls with soup and placed them on the table, seating down. It was Melody's turn for the introduction so she looked at her inquisitively.