Sinner's Parade [PM for Invite]

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

Styles froze as Mei moved, still watching from outside her cage on his hands and knees. He was close enough that, if she had decided to attack attack, he'd of lost an eye of his own. But, the girl didn't try to come closer, she only moved herself to face him, still hiding away in the mess of bloody clothes. Styles was only using the sight of her brutally changed face to scare himself, and it was working too. Though, he almost felt something for the girl, sadness he supposed it was. He was sharing the sorrow that was so clear in every movement she made. The boy pulled the rest of his body closer, letting himself into an awkward sit just outside the bars, the end of his darker jacket falling lightly just behind him.

Mei looked utterly miserable, completely ruined, and for what? To leave The Director with a few scars? Or perhaps she really was nothing more than an uncontrollable animal, and she couldn't even help it herself. Either way, it was a sad fate. Styles couldn't imagine losing his sight, especially in that fashion. Although his eye had also been tampered with by The Director, it was to enhance his sight, in a way he didn't think possible. He relied on it to find things out for himself, without needing to speak. And to mirror his emotions, when he wouldn't express them with words.

. ||So watch my chest heave as this last breath leaves me,
I am trying to be what you're dying to see|| .

[Stray Dog]

The Wolf Girl



мєι sensed eyes on her and shifted uncomfortably. She knew she was more strange now, with her eyes stitched shut, but her new awareness of those around her made her uncomfortable - like, every pair of eyes staring at her were like little needles pricking her skin. Shivering, she scratched at the stitching only to accidentally scratch herself. "Crap . . ." she muttered, wiping away the blood . . . but what was the point? She was filthy as ever and . . . and now that she couldn't see, the water would be too dangerous. Getting fed up with the staring, she kept her face in the general direction of Styles and swallowed. She was starving, parched and sore but . . . but she had to know. "Why are you staring at me?" she asked quietly - if he wanted to, he could hear the question. But he could always ignore it. "I'm just a beast, helpless as a deer with a bad leg facing off against a wolf . . . why am I alive?" The last bit was more of a whisper, a question aimed at the world, not Styles . . .

σƒ вєιηg ωнαт уσυ ωαηт мє тσ вє,
ƒєєℓιηg ѕσ
ℓσѕт υη∂єя тнє ѕυяƒα¢є

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[belle.]

((Not on my computer at the moment. I'm at my Dad's house but I will reply once I get home... And back to my computer...))

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

(( Okay ^^ ))

Well. At least she wasn't the wolf. Styles frowned, that probably wasn't a very fair way of thinking. He understood what she meant, but he found himself oddly relieved she considered herself to be the helpless deer. The boy averted his eyes then, only then realizing she'd asked him something. He didn't mean to stare, he only wanted a look at what had happened to her. But - how was he to give her any sort of answer, when she couldn't see him? He didn't want to speak... The silence dragged on, Styles only looking at the floor, now very aware of the discomfort Mei felt because he was staring. He felt both sorry for himself, and for Mei. He wouldn't speak and she couldn't see, but one of them actually had a choice. It was that fact, that finally pushed him to open his mouth.

"...I'm...sorry." Styles voice was light, almost whispered, and the faintest signs of an indistinguishable accent curled is words. The boy's eyes widened as he spoke, shocked by the sound of his own voice. Hesitantly, a hand rose up to his lips, as if trying to discover where that voice had come from. Styles didn't know why those were the only words that had left him. What was he sorry for? Was he simply sorry for staring? Or sorry she had that happen to her? Or maybe, maybe he was sorry for all the things gone wrong in his life. Losing his brother, giving his entire will to The Director...shutting himself away from the world. The boy had plenty to apologize for, and it made him sad. He didn't want to talk to Mei again, even if it was only fair because she couldn't see.

. ||So watch my chest heave as this last breath leaves me,
I am trying to be what you're dying to see|| .

[Stray Dog]

The Wolf Girl



мєι's heart skipped a beat . . . who was that? She had heard speech but with her keen ears, she could tell apart everyonje's voice in the Sinners Parade. The only person she had never hear talk, not in the three years she had known them, was Styles . . . . if her eyes weren't sewn shut, they would have widened in surprise. He was sorry? Sorry about what? About being so quiet, about what happened to Mei, about what happened to him, about how he sat back and never helped Mei when she was dragged away . . . "It's not your fault," Mei sighed, an answer to anything he could be sorry for, "you've never done anything bad in your life, you don't have to be sorry . . ." But, now that she thought about it, the only bad thing Mei had done in her life was live . . . any dead bodies she ate were for survival only, attacking the Director was something for everybody here, revenge against him, and she had always been a good child until she ran away . . . maybe that was the bad thing she had done? The sin that had convinced God that she had to be in this Hell.

σƒ вєιηg ωнαт уσυ ωαηт мє тσ вє,
ƒєєℓιηg ѕσ
ℓσѕт υη∂єя тнє ѕυяƒα¢є

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[Fatal Star Syndrome]

Silence fell quickly again, Styles acting as if he'd never uttered a word. The unfamiliarity he felt towards his own voice scared him, and he regretted his own choice of words. He shouldn't have anything to be sorry for, not if he kept to himself and stayed out of everyone's way, like he had been. Mei's answer only furthered that regret. He didn't like what she had said; he was at fault for losing himself and she had said otherwise. Styles didn't move away from her cage, but turned his back to her, using the bars of the cage to lean on, despite how uncomfortable they were. He kept his head low, eyes stuck on the ground before him.

The boy wanted to be moving, the sway of the carriage could easily take his thoughts from the place they were trapped in now.

. ||So watch my chest heave as this last breath leaves me,
I am trying to be what you're dying to see|| .

(( Yes, I'm aware of the level of lameness of that post. |D ))

[Tianuki]

Elise

Elise woke up. Where was she? She got up clumsily and saw Lex in the corner. Walking over to the door with the window, she saw the others, trapped, bloody, and frightened.

"Where are we?" Elise was confused, all she remembered was seeing Mei and then everything blacked out. She banged on the locked door that led to the others. "Please let me out! I won't do it again! Please don't punish them. Just don't! I'll take the punishments! Leave them alone, I'll die if I have to!"

Elise felt no need to live anymore, her body was full of bruises and having extra wounds was no better. At least heaven would be better than living in this place. She kept on banging until she was too tired and leaned on the door. Her head hurt, her body hurt, everything hurt, most of all, her hurt was hurting, it felt like it was broken into two.

(I find it interesting how Phobia likes Mei and they're both written by the same person.)

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

(( She was only kicked out from where The Director is. The door to where the others are is still open. :3 ))

[Stray Dog]

{(Interesting, is it? X3 I like to . . . torture my characters. Oh just you wait, this is only the start of Mei and Phobia's grief
Just ask Sora, she knows what I have planned . . . )}

[Tianuki]

(EVIL EMO PERSON! Gtg soz! It's nine here. I am soo annoyed at the homework we get on the first week of school!)