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postThread table for forum City of Lost Angels - Character Fiction

Oren Itanooren12/10/08 18:25View
Missy12/10/08 22:22View
The backstory of Vulpes.Vulpes12/11/08 01:46View
Erica KesselErica Kessel12/11/08 07:52View
Missy's Story.. a Do-over and another ChapterMissy12/11/08 22:38View
UsrBinPerl12/11/08 23:48View
oren12/11/08 23:57View
Kwekwe's BackstoryKwekwe Karu12/12/08 01:02View
UsrBinPerl12/13/08 00:35View
Eternal SunsetMissy12/13/08 12:19View
Kit Ristow12/14/08 00:01View
ShyMathys12/14/08 00:27View
MasksAlissa12/14/08 00:58View
Lorae12/14/08 01:24View
UsrBinPerl12/14/08 22:07View
Missy's Story Continued..Part 3Missy12/16/08 08:43View
Missy's Story Part 4: Innocence ShatteredMissy12/16/08 18:34View
Missy's Story Part 5: Innocence AnnihilatedMissy12/18/08 17:16View
Small DangersVox12/18/08 21:36View
Saint of The Abyss: Part 1Luciferiel12/19/08 05:21View
Zero....-1Justa Zero12/19/08 17:38View
Zero....1Justa Zero12/19/08 18:26View
Óðr’s Daughter. Chapter I: A Guiding DreamAsil Karu12/20/08 02:39View
Omega To Alphaerinnic12/23/08 16:49View
Her Bloody Tears [-Past Event-]Methias12/23/08 18:09View
Lost Kitsune - A Shattered MindKiera12/25/08 18:51View
Usr's story Part IVUsrBinPerl12/27/08 20:34View
The EssexHeir Maelstrom12/29/08 04:23View
Kwekwe's shameKwekwe Karu12/30/08 18:11View
Joint Round Robin Fic Anyone...?erinnic12/30/08 19:07View
God Was On Her Lips As She Diederinnic01/02/09 23:31View
Love and Betrayal - A New Beginningkessjuliesse01/03/09 13:46View
The Diary of Cody Woodhencodywoodhen01/05/09 21:35View
Missy's Story Part 6: Innocence AbductedMissy01/07/09 06:23View
Cursed BladeYannis_Martynov01/08/09 21:27View
Story Thread: Community Round Robin Ficerinnic01/09/09 23:25View
The demon withinCanly Fargis01/11/09 16:14View
Ziau- CoLA's Very Own CasanovaZiau01/13/09 02:09View
Twisted Attentionserinnic01/21/09 20:34View
Inspiration- music and roleplayZiau01/26/09 08:01View
Compilation! Where were you when it all happened?Ziau01/28/09 09:12View
The Clock Struck MidnightMalice Ashdene01/28/09 22:31View
With Precision- a poem by Kelly Welch A.k.A Ziau Jua.Ziau01/29/09 04:36View
Alisa's dicovery of a new world (character sheet + story)Alisa Draconia01/30/09 19:17View
The Shadow Stepper- Ziau the Enshadowed.Ziau02/01/09 07:26View
Krista Lemon arrives to the streets of Lost AngelsKrista02/03/09 00:09View
Back Story Upto the Excile of Rune.RuneCrimson02/03/09 21:59View
War with the Brood, war with the Coven, and the Pack.Ziau02/07/09 04:11View
-- Halcyon's Backstory --Halcyon Nacht02/08/09 00:22View
Planer/Exonar family (aka, Erinyse, Khalan, Viridian, Cummere, Selena)Cummere Mayo02/08/09 03:53View
Kit's BackstoryKit Ristow02/10/09 18:40View
Eyes in the DarkKeyla02/11/09 09:47View
Surfacing Part ILlyr02/13/09 22:21View
Surfacing Part IILlyr02/13/09 22:35View
Tama-Chan: A Cat's Story (Tamara's background)Tamara02/17/09 07:35View
Project: A map of Post Apocalypse North AmericaTamara02/17/09 19:21View
Dreamtime RevelationsWinter02/19/09 18:08View
Reaver-the echo of the BlackwindAntiZero02/23/09 00:43View
On the Origin of SpeciesTamara02/25/09 22:38View
ConfessionKit Ristow02/26/09 01:39View
Personnel File: Pointe, Zsuzsanna C. (Inactive, Deceased)Su Pointe02/26/09 03:32View
Malice, in a Different Kind of WonderlandMalice Ashdene02/27/09 18:07View
The Dark of InspirationKit Ristow03/01/09 21:42View
Jheric: CrucifiedKayle Ashdene03/03/09 10:53View
It's my lifearsene_Braveheart03/05/09 18:18View
The Tradgedy of the HybridDigital Enigma03/29/09 07:09View
The Sin of Wrathmolly switchblade04/02/09 21:28View
Golden BoyEphran Ehrler04/15/09 06:12View
Story About A GirlAesendria04/24/09 15:34View
Climaxe by Smith and WessonSloan04/28/09 06:19View
My new project ATTENTION Russian Characters!Ziau05/01/09 06:42View
**NSFW** A Typical Tuesday Night for MissyMissy05/06/09 20:48View
Post your profile links!Cortero Landar05/07/09 10:25View
Making Logan SufferAesendria05/12/09 07:09View
Jeanne VarunJeanne Varun05/14/09 08:24View
The Vanguard's True PurposeLogan05/16/09 01:03View
Cortero's Infernal ArmorCortero Landar05/16/09 06:52View
Bookstore SurpriseAesendria05/16/09 23:16View
Post your profile links if you have in-story info in them!Cortero Landar05/18/09 10:33View
PromisesAesendria05/24/09 02:44View
Cyber Evolution Bios, Anur Seda, Cyber Reaper, and Commander of CETheassassin06/08/09 11:28View
Was any of it real?Youko_Giha06/12/09 15:28View
A shift in prioritiesLogan06/17/09 04:21View
Going homeLudvig06/17/09 19:10View
'Ren in Japanoren06/18/09 23:11View
Thelma across the boardThelemaJuliesse06/26/09 15:09View
Pre-fiction: How Kayteear got here.Kayteear07/15/09 16:43View
Story TimeCharissa07/17/09 19:03View
Pack Airship RP.Tai07/27/09 02:49View
My CharacterLilith1308/05/09 22:34View
LilithLilith1308/06/09 09:30View
The Haunter in the DarkShadow08/14/09 21:50View
The Flying HeadsKwekwe Karu08/16/09 16:52View
Why selling coffins is impossible in CoLAZiau08/23/09 04:14View
Paint it red!Ziau08/23/09 07:51View
Young Cowards.Ziau08/23/09 08:28View
Great video for RPers and people passionate about writing.Ziau09/05/09 08:55View
Dux - 264 BCDux09/10/09 18:41View
The Thing at South Gate SanitariumShadow09/15/09 22:09View
♪♫ Do you wanna RP my avatar ♪♫Kayteear09/17/09 14:45View
Jessica's MotherJessica Susser09/21/09 04:19View
Ziau Challenged me to. NSFWChasityDawes09/21/09 07:17View
The Divine Machine.................Theassassin09/21/09 22:29View
I Bleed my Blood for Myself.Ziau09/22/09 22:28View
Cronicle of a deathKayteear09/24/09 01:34View
"Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself"DavidJoshua Artful09/26/09 17:07View
Old Versus NewDigital Enigma09/27/09 20:28View
The Shadowed Order, The Eternal Order, Ordo MachinaTheassassin10/06/09 06:55View
Elamyrath's HistoryElamyrath10/10/09 00:52View
The here, the now, the dead. The Minus.TheMinus Ziskey10/10/09 12:41View
Before bed ritual.Amy Guisse10/17/09 04:13View
Alone?Ike10/18/09 15:34View
IS this High School again?Theassassin10/24/09 12:49View
Sidhe vs DrowOrlok Lectar10/29/09 04:08View
Daddy bluesarsene_Braveheart11/17/09 19:01View
Chronicles of SIEagentlyseria11/22/09 12:27View
The Lady In Black(A Drokan Exile Twisted Love Story)AntiZero11/29/09 06:36View
The growing Darkness.Leirain Koray12/01/09 11:04View
The lycanKayteear12/01/09 16:00View
City of Lost Jackman: The Untold Hollywood BlockbusterAntiZero12/02/09 07:11View
Coming home for christmas ..Kes12/10/09 22:17View
Bunneh Vs. Lich, DBZ styleKarsha Yutani12/14/09 11:59View
A FarewellRoland12/16/09 20:50View
Of Death and RebirthDigital Enigma12/21/09 20:14View
The Story of ReocoReoko Farspire02/06/10 20:47View
Homecoming......... The Story of Orpheus DarkfoldOrpheusDarkfold03/11/10 02:27View
The Story of Orpheus Part 2OrpheusDarkfold03/13/10 23:15View
Who owns who?Kayteear03/22/10 22:03View
Missing the Oceanricercar03/23/10 22:27View
Letter to the editor: Manners in LATink03/25/10 16:58View
Chasity BackstoryChasityDawes06/14/10 19:43View
Something Black and Violent...DavidJoshua Artful06/19/10 22:23View
Doctor Visiterinnic07/12/10 04:26View
Gabby Perdidevacantghost07/19/10 04:42View

postTopic Coming home for christmas ..

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Kes[center]Have yourself a merry little Christmas
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-Responsibility-

''Who are you?'' the woman demands, furious confusion. ''Get out of my house!''
The dark haired teen simply walked past the frightened woman, who appeared barely a few years older than him. The house was kept in relative darkness, he'd learned quickly that this helped in some small way to improve her mood and keep her comparatively calm.
Sitting himself down at the window on the other side of the large room, he crossed one ankle over the other and angled himself back in the chair, causing the tips of the front legs to lift off of the ground. What little light crept through the dirty glass from the dim street lamps outside, allowed him what he needed to glance over the books and papers he had positioned neatly on the small table.
He kept careful note of the deterioration or improvement of the woman's condition on an hourly basis. He ensured that she received adequate sustenance and exercise.
His ink stained thumb lightly batted against the smooth, curved edge of his pen, causing the tip to tap quietly against the page. It was nearly time.
Bare feet padded quietly across the floor and the boy looked up in time to catch the woman's gaze as she approached him. It was different now, though only moments had passed. Her hand swept adoringly against the top of his head, brushing his hair out of his eyes ''I'm sorry I was away for so long.. I had to talk to Roland..''
He'd smile, as he did every day, awaiting the next question, following the same routine that her mind would allow, knowing that she hadn't been anywhere, knowing that she thought she had ''Have you eaten the sandwiches I made you?''
''Yes, Mum.''
''All of them?'' he was asked, a smile brushing her lips as her eyes narrowed in mock suspicion.
''Yes, Mum.''
She kissed her forehead. Cold lips against his warm brow. ''You are a good boy.'' Though she talked to him as though he were a child, her tone was now so lucid that it gave him the comfort that he secretly desired and needed in order to get him through the rest of the day. ''It's almost time for your nap, Sweetheart.''
''Yes, Mum. I'll nap soon.''
And with that, she wandered off... retreating to the room she slept in.. paced in.. was silent in. She slept alot.
It was time now, it couldn't wait any longer - he had put it off for as many days as he was able. But it was necessary. Had to be done. There was no escaping it. It was his responsibility.


-Red-

It didn't take long, though he had furtively hoped this venture would be unsuccessful, or would go a different way. He'd find something wicked and vile and could feel justified.
The girl was no older than himself, perhaps younger. She'd been pretty. Red hair. Freckles. A hint of a tan, though he decided it was probably more to do with genes than the suns influence. Jeans. Dark green sweater.
He'd smiled at her. Talked to her. Made her laugh. She liked him. They usually did. He had made her comfortable and she had let down her boundaries.
''I'm David..'' he'd told her. She was Sarah. She had two younger brothers and an older sister.
He imagined that they'd become friends, perhaps even lovers. He wanted to take her places, buy her food. They'd go for picnics and she'd laugh at his still childish attempts at romance.
She'd been happy to meet him again the next day. Excited, even. She blushed as she smiled at him and they walked for nearly two hours. He made an effort, for her, for Sarah, that day. He made her laugh.
She smiled right up until his fist had slammed into her temple, then she slept.
She was so pretty.
His mother still slept.. or paced.. or was silent in that room, the door open barely a crack.
The girl was silent, too. They had no names in this house. Had no brothers or sisters. Did not blush, did not smile, did not laugh. Not in this house.
He lay her down on the floor - a disposable plastic sheet spread against the bare floorboards. Kneeling beside her, he didn't allow himself to gaze upon her face. The face had a name and a family - those wouldn't allow him to do what needed to be done.
He had prepared the area before he left the house. Covered the furniture in case it got particularly messy.
She couldn't be allowed to wake up before his mother had fed - She wouldn't take a life. He didn't know if she was still even capable. But he could, because he had to.
He'd consider it logically, selfishly. Without these deaths, his mother would die. They were a necessary requirement.
''Rae? Raenon?! Where are you?'' The woman called from the silent room - warm, calm green eyes swept towards the door and he smiled.
''I'm here, Mum.''

-Good boy-

Raenon spent the next hour in the back garden, his bloodied hands gripped the handle of the shovel as he created yet another grave so close to their home.
They had been here for exactly four and a half months and would have to move soon.
He couldn't transport the bodies further from the house and risk getting seen by anyone. No one in the town they lived just outside of knew who they were. He made no friends, gathered supplies for his own sustenance much in the city - it was about seventeen miles away and didn't take him too long to journey.
Even those he befriended for the purpose of supplying his mother with food didn't know him, nor his name. If they got away - they would describe someone no one had seen before, with a name that wasn't his. They'd tell their stories of David, the kind Irish boy that liked to tell jokes. Or Andy, the shy Texan that spoke very little. Never Rae, the boy from Lost Angels.
The steady rhythm of the shovel sliding into the earth droned into background noise behind his own thoughts.
He wasn't tense, nor particularly alert. It would be at least the next day before anyone went out looking for the girl. Days before anyone considered knocking on their door. People didn't go out at night in these parts. The human population was much higher than he had ever seen, but they were not ignorant of the others that shared this planet with them. It made them cautious.
He jumped down and the newly dug grave was depth enough that his legs disappeared and the edge of the dirt met his hip. That was enough.
Jamming his shovel into the ground beside the hole, he clambered back out and returned to the house.
Inside there was silence. His mother had returned to her room, just as she did on every occasion that required him to dig a hole in the background and soak the floor with bleach in case the plastic sheet and furniture covers hadn't caught everything.
She lay there, bloodied and still - her eyes closed in a manner that would suggest peace - if one could ignore everything around that expression.
The large pot was ready on the stove, gas flame caressing the underside of the metal cooking container, the water already boiling - waiting for him.
The plastic tub that he fetched from the cupboard beneath the sink gave off a scent that took him home again - or close to home, as close to home as he felt these days. It took him back to his sisters bakery. Cinnamon. The tub contained a mixture of sticks and powder, and he emptied the entire thing into the scalding water in the pot. What followed was coffee. He didn't measure this out. Just poured till he felt it was enough. He let the concoction cook till it began to burn.
The boy soaked two newly bought blankets in this mixture and lay one of them in the bottom of the grave. The small redhead settled on top of it.
Just as she had no name, neither could he.
Raenon would never stare with a cold detachment as the boiling liquid was poured over the girl - as the scent of burning flesh sparked in the air, only to be drowned out by the mixture of cinnamon and coffee.
Raenon could never drape the wet blanket over the body, steam rising into the cold air.
The boy offered no prayers for the girl, not as Raenon was raised to believe was right.
It took less time to fill the hole than it had to make it and he walked back and forth across the pronounced mound of earth, flattening it out before returning to the house that he and his mother shared. It was done.

-Migration-

Raenon awoke to the thick, suffocating smell of smoke ...

To be continued.
Put together quickly in the past hour or so. Will undoubtedly edit.		12/10/09 22:17
DavidJoshua ArtfulDavid has been in town since June. The place his mother was born, and the place they told him he was born, except he only remembered cold New York City, until he moved to southern Florida, where he existed until his clocks skipped thirty years forward and he decided to trek around to see what was up in the world.
So he made it to LA after finding New York City in almost absolute ruin circa 2039, and now there are mounds of snow through the streets and on nearly every street corner.
He will try to DJ the best Christmas sets he absolutely can at the Zodiac bar, which reminds him of the Viper room in West Hollywood he saw years ago... but will not cheese up his set... how about some pipe organ music? He has it on his sturdy (still) iPhone, if only some LA people would request it.		12/11/09 07:32
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