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Post by Kabal on Nov 1, 2006 15:39:04 GMT -5
Once again it was Halloween...
A time of year anticipated by many, For them it is a time of pranks, or parties, candy and costumes...
For me, it is a night to just go Walk-a-bout, a night to just quite simply see what I can see. To walk the dark streets and reflect.
"Just like any other holiday..." I chuckle to myself, Bemused by my love for simply walking during a cold autumn night.
To most, I am an extra in their grand life stories. To myself though, I am Alex, normal young man, 23 years of age.
Three children run past me... giggling, smiling beneath their Halloween masks... Such Joy I could feel from them, there was much to learn from those who take pleasure in the simple things in life. A Skeleton, a witch, and a Cartoon character... They find themselves as such this night. They take pride in their attire, as though they were given traits of that which they assumed the role of.
As they pass, the girl dressed as a witch trips and drops her candy. She is about to cry when the Boy dressed as a Skeleton helps her up and reassures her while the boy dressed as a cartoon character helps put her candy back into her little pumpkin bucket. Then they continue their journey, holding hands and singing a halloween song, again, smiling and laughing.
Though they assume traits through costume, they did not lose the compassion which their ages often lend their conscience.
"It's not fun, unless all of us are having fun..."
I spoke aloud, as though someone would hear me.
But their world was not my own. My childhood seemingly far behind me... Their world of Ceaseless joy was no longer a playground for my thoughts.
No, my world was one of thought, feeling, and enduring the swift melancholy that oft washed over me like many ocean waves.
I continued on in my walk. Knowing that wherever I had to be, my feet would carry me there, and whomever I had to meet, my path would intersect with their's.
"Happy Halloween, indeed..."
Smiling slightly as I say it aloud.
And it was true... it would be a good Halloween.
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Post by reivapor on Nov 2, 2006 20:48:23 GMT -5
It was, indeed, All Hallow's Eve. A time for children and adults alike to play and pretend, and indulge themselves on whatever sin they chose.
On the corner of some unnamed street stood a person, giving out candy to children who wished to take it. The children knew, just as with any other adult on this day, that they could be trusted with their unpoisoned candy.
This person was tall, and their outfit a black fullbodied hooded robe. Their face could not be seen, but that was no loss, as it was Halloween. Faces were not important unless the costumed one wished it so.
As a large group of children, numbers around ten or nine, came to the hooded figure, a man walking caught the figure's eye. It looked towards the man and shrouded eyes gazed after him until even his shadow behind him was gone in the distance behind trees.
Candy was distributed to each child evenly, and they left. The figure set the basket they were storing candy in on the sidewalk by a fence. Whoever was so lucky as to find it first would have no more than would've been given originally by hand, as the basket had no more than such.
The figure left the post on which it had been giving candy, and walked in the direction of the man. It kept enough distance as to not be suspicious, but enough to keep track.
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Post by Kabal on Nov 3, 2006 8:00:27 GMT -5
As I walked on down this street, a wave of Despair hit me, so potent, so powerful it was almost a physical ailment as opposed to just emotional.
It knocked me to me knees as I clutched my chest, trying in vain to keep the feeling in check.
I was breathing harder, and faster... Everything was beginning to blur.
I saw images in my mind... Of people I knew or know, being reprimanded by them all.
Words of hate escaped all their lips, and tears escaped my eyes.
"Will this curse of mine ever end?" I pleaded with the divine to release me from the Despair's iron grip. But there was no response... there was only despair beyond my comprehension...
and as the minutes turned slowly...
I lose consciousness...
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Post by reivapor on Nov 3, 2006 12:08:14 GMT -5
As the figure kept its pace, something disturbed its walking. The man, which it was following had stopped moving completely.
The figure approached the once mobile man, who was now lying on the sidewalk. A gloved hand reached out and touched the man's neck, most likely to check his pulse. His heart was still making its constant beats, though for someone this young, the speed at which the beats happened were a danger.
The figure lifted the man from the sidewalk with apparent ease, as the figure did not bend to his weight. It carried the unconscious man out of sight from others, to a forest, and went deep within.
The trees were widely enough spaced so no wounds would be inflicted to the man due to branches or other debris, and also wide enough as to not hinder the figure's movement with its load.
Deeper and deeper into the forest went the hooded person, carrying the man. And on it went, until it approached an area in which the trees had vanished in the shape of a relatively large-sized circle. It was a small clearing, and the trees, widely-spaced as they were, guarded all who were within from the cold.
The figure set the man down on the ground in a place where no sharp twigs, sticks, or anything that could produce harm could be found.
Watching the sleeping man, who had a pained expression on his face, the figure sat itself on a stump, and waited for him to awake.
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Post by Kabal on Nov 3, 2006 12:30:06 GMT -5
Waves of the melancholy travesed ever onward towards my core... it felt as if my mind was being torn asunder, and then all at once, it lessened... leaving me searingly awake...
And more painfully, alive...
I gazed at the cloaked figure sitting before me...but no fear entered me, nor when I failed to recognise where I was... I was accustomed to this from my seizures, but not from an attack from one of my other numerous ailments.
Trying to speak was difficult as the pain was still fresh... but I managed to say in a whisper,
"Who are you?"
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Post by reivapor on Nov 3, 2006 14:11:08 GMT -5
"Ah...he is awake."
The figure made no attempt to move, and its voice was seemingly distorted by something.
"Has your heart slowed?" The voice sounded low, neither male nor female, and scarcely more than monotone. "It was going faster than safely so when I last checked."
This man had something wrong with him- a stress disorder, perhaps high blood pressure, or something else of that nature. It was not common for those of his age to just collapse out of nowhere on a sidewalk. No one had been physically provoking him, so it was mental, unless things had happened earlier that day.
If those things had, indeed, happened, then he hid it with his expression and stature well.
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Post by Kabal on Nov 4, 2006 9:43:19 GMT -5
I stood, though a bit shaky. This... "Person" standing before me was completely unidentifyable... My heart was slowing... and my strength slowly returning.
The cleaves left by my episode were still present in my mind. Head throbbing, and chest aching... My breath came a bit ragged.
I thank you for your concern, Mysterious one... If I could know the name, perchance, of my Guardian, I would be grateful...
I dusted myself off and stood near the front of the figure, my hand extended, offering to clasp their's in friendship.
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Post by reivapor on Nov 4, 2006 14:26:35 GMT -5
"My name is unimportant." The figure put the back of its hand on the back of the man's.
"You have nothing left in this world, correct?" The figure lowered its head to meet the man's to stare. The figure's head wasn't close to his, but their gazes were at the same height.
"If you left this world, you would lose nothing?" The figure spoke with apparent urgency, though it was hardly noticable. The information it would gather from these questions was vital to the man's future.
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Post by Kabal on Nov 5, 2006 9:27:14 GMT -5
"Aye. I've no home, nor family, no beloved to return to, nor children to miss me..."
And it was true... Life had furnished enormous amounts of tragedy... The loss of my mother and father in a car accident... My Sister losing her life in childbirth... People attacking me from childhood to my adulthood. I had, quite literally, nothing but the shirt and coat on my back.
"If there is a place you intend to take me friend, I go willingly of my own free will. Fate conspired for our paths to cross... It would be foolish to ignore fate after all."
I said with a smile.
"If you wish me to leave this world with you, then I shall follow."
I concluded with an air of severity and seriousness that betrayed my usual light and friendly attitude.
I awaited to see how my words had affected this person.
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Post by reivapor on Nov 5, 2006 17:49:28 GMT -5
"I see." The figure went to a tree.
"I give my condolences to your lonely life." As short and apparently careless that statement was, the figure meant it to the best of its ability.
The figure had its back turned to the man, and began marking on the tree with two pieces of chalk. Both pieces were held in one hand as one piece should've been, thus creating a double white line. The symbols marked were not of the English alphabet, nor of any other familiar to this part of the world. They covered the base of the tree trunk, and were not large in singularity.
"Step here." The figure gestured to the space in front of the tree, and the man obeyed.
"Go through the tree." Its meaning was clear. The figure wanted the man to do something impossible- to walk straight through the tree.
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Post by Kabal on Nov 6, 2006 14:27:49 GMT -5
I took a blind step... taking a cue from a movie, I focused on a single concept...
"There is no tree..." chuckling to myself at the horrible reference within my mind...
I found that I had indeed stepped through the tree... and now I was falling.
I was falling very fast, but my trajectory kept along a certain path...
It felt like a spectral slide.
I could not help laughing and screaming in excitement, a thrill that had not entered my veins, my heart, my very soul in what has seemed like forever...
Light hearted and alive, I journeyed through the light, that is... Until I hit the ground with a mighty "THUD!"
Before I lost consciousness... the figure stood above me, asking me why I thought of the tree "Door" as a transport similar to "Stargate"
"It was very foolish to change a door into a freefall with expectations..."
Out of breath and falling unconscious fast... my reply was quite simply...
"Oh...."
and blackness consumed me once again..
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Post by reivapor on Nov 8, 2006 23:14:13 GMT -5
"You're unharmed, I assume." This assumption was made from the man's appearance, in that he was unbruised, unscratched, and no bones piercing from would-be recently made orifices.
As the figure viewed the man falling into darkness again, it picked him up, and walked into the actual darkness, as only scarce light was there.
As the figure walked on, music could be heard. It sounded sad, and had a beautiful, lasting melody. It did not sound as if it was coming from all around, but more as if coming from one place-like a music box, or a projecting device of some sort.
After walking towards the music a few seconds, it stopped.
The figure reached out with one hand, as it could hold the man with one arm, that hand gripped an unseen doorknob, and opened a recently created door. This darkness could be manipulated by the hooded one, thus creating a portal of sorts to its destination.
From this door, the figure walked into a strange looking room. Mirrors were set on the walls, and they were very oddly shaped; circular was not their form, but more a line design. The bed's posts were very oddly shaped- very curved and complex. The bed itself had blankets displaying very intricate and foreign symbols, dark blue and black were the colors. The figure stepped into the room and laid the man on the bed, covering him. The floor was hardwood, but had pictures carved into them, the story they told unknown. The windows were relatively small, and their panes were in an x rather than a +, their overall shape a diamond. The wall's coloring was dark, but not black. The room was well lit, but with a mere wave of the figure's arm, the lights dimmed. Any other details of the room couldn't be seen in this light, as they blended with the low lighting.
Without a word, the figure turned and left, exiting through beads that looked like a door.
"What is this thingy?" The voice came from seemingly nowhere, but yet it wasn't, as it did in fact exist. It could not wake the man from his slumber because the one who was the source of the voice didn't wish that so. "It looks like a man! But he's so less colorful than the ones!"
Something crawled out from under the bed. It stood about 4'5" tall, and looked like a very, very skinny child. The sleeve, being of skin-tight clothing just as the rest was unless mentioned, on the right arm was purple. That color went to the wrist, where leaf-like cloth went around the wrist. The left sleeve was black,and ended in the same fasion. The legs, the left being in green, and the right being in the color of orange, had the leaf-like cloth at the knees. The shoes were orange, very stitched looking, and curled at the ends. The shirt had a jagged design in the middle and on the back where the sleeve colors collided, but the legs colors on the pants merely met up at a straight line.
At both shoulders were cloth pumpkins, orange of course. Covering one half of the face was a pumpkin mask, and the rest of the details, due to the lighting, couldn't be seen.
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Post by Kabal on Nov 9, 2006 16:02:10 GMT -5
Dim light approached my eyes as consciousness returned...
And standing above me, looking at me was what appeared to be a child, wearing a pumpkin mask.
I sat up with speed to observe the observer...
There was an odd air about this person, but knowing my luck, things would prove interesting... except that as I moved to stand I got a headrush and had to sit back down again to regain myself.
After looking at him for a few minutes I finally asked "Who are you? And any idea who brought me here, speaking of which, where the hell am I?"
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Post by reivapor on Nov 13, 2006 0:05:47 GMT -5
"Oh, oh! But it's so simple!" The child said, hopping and laughing slightly, apparently amused at something the man had said or done. "You're in the town with the cats and afterlife! It has so many pointy houses, and so much black!!" The child held its two hands behind its back. "You have to go outside soon!! Bumpy head man!! Come on!!" The child's eyes shone with an anxiousness and excitement that cut through the darkness- the eyes seem to glow, seemed to cut through the darkness.
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Post by Kabal on Nov 21, 2006 2:44:48 GMT -5
This "Child" definately seemed interesting... But... If I knew my plot-twist cliches... This child was no human, and more importantly... he also was much older than eyes would percieve.
Though, in no mood to insult this person who had apparently taken a keen interest in my existence, I decided I wouldn't be Cynical, I would instead try to adopt a more... Compliant view-point.
"Lead the way ^__^"
I said with a smile, I decided that being in the company of someone who was in a happy frame of mind would do me some good...
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