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Post by Story E. Luminus on Jun 8, 2014 19:44:39 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS I will never give up..
Her home was cold and dark. There was a hollow sound in it that felt trapped and heavy as if when you entered, you'd left the world and found yourself in another. Deafening with the lack of all noise. It smelled of dirt and old air, dust accumulating in the corners and covering counter tops and tables alike. It had been like this for quite some time. The food cabinets were all but empty, as was the cooler, and nearly everything felt untouched. The reason was simple.
The Captain had not stayed in her own home for a couple of weeks.
The office had been her go-to. Even tonight, by candlelight, she scratched her pen in a large, bound book filling out tax informations for her soldiers and districts. Things they'd lost, things they needed, things they could go without.. rations, armory equipment, and the like. A slow hand lifted and she extended her fingers towards her tired eyes to rub them rather harshly. It slammed with exhaustion back on the table before the calmed herself with a breath and continued to write.
A small glass of water was beside her on her desk. Her name plate was in front beside a small statuette of her beloved goddess which read "forever faithful" along the bottom. Those were most likely the only normal things there...
An enormous stack of books were to her right - maps and logs that tracked travel routes, ports, and weather patterns in the past few decades. On the left were papers upon papers.. folded plans that she'd folded and put there with lines and numbers attempting to track something. On the wall behind her were a few maps pinned to the wall - drawn on with her black ink, small weather notes and patterns written about. Story obsessed over the weather of the sea it seemed..
A red ring lined beneath her eyes.. slightly sunken and rimming. No one looked twice to ask her or notice much. The Captain gave orders and they were answered. That was how day after day managed to go by. And it was how it would continue to go by.. until she could find his remains and lay him to rest..
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Post by Etro Luminus on Jun 19, 2014 5:38:02 GMT -6
Etro sat on the edge of her bed, darkness had consumed her room and the only light that entered was of the full moon peeking through her window and falling on her lap. There her hands rested, a drop of water rolling off her clenched fist as she felt herself slipping and the girl who tried to always smile begin to fade. Memories of her childhood played through her mind, in them she laughed and smiled, she danced and sang and in every one of them Story was there – smiling at her. However as the memories came and went and she saw herself grow she saw her sister less and her smile fade ever so slowly away until one day Etro didn’t remember how to smile. It was the day their mother died and Story was nowhere to be seen…
The next memory Etro felt a gab in her heart, a feeling of emptiness that she couldn’t quite explain. The cool words of her sister dismissing her like she was just a civilian and not her sister at all. That look on her face when her cheek got cut, it frightened Etro because that was not how Story, the Story she knew looked at her. Story never got angry with her, Story never thought Etro was in her way…but…This was not the Story she used to know.
Pushing herself off her bed she made her way to her piano. She gently lifted the cover from the keys and pulled the chair out, sitting on it she rested her fingers on the keys. A tear escaped her eye and fell to her arm, it seemed to waken her as her fingers began to move, to play a slow melody. The melody was soft, delicate, like it would brake because of its fragility. Soon words fell from her lips as a few more tears escaped her… “Say something, I’m giving up on you….” Her fingers continued to play, her body doing the motions without her having to think, the only thoughts left to her were empty and hallow. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you…Anywhere I would’ve….” She slammed her hands on the keys, making a deep sound that that only reflected how broken she felt. “Anywhere I would’ve followed you…” She cried out the last words, her hands coming to her face as she rocked herself back and forth.
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The pink hair girl found herself outside Story’s room, one of the guards had let her through having recognized her as the Captains sister from the fiasco only days before. Standing there silently she had her head lowered and her fingers played with her fingernails. She searched for the courage to knock, to open her mouth and call her sisters name but she was frozen there. Reminding herself why she came here Etro took a deep breath – she wanted to feel again, she didn’t want to be lonely and she wanted her sister back. Etro knew that she couldn’t fight like Story, she wasn’t strong like that but she didn’t want to give up, she wouldn’t give up on family. She decided that she would confront Story, yell at her if she had too. Make her acknowledge that she existed, that she was here and she was all that Etro had.
Raising her hand she closed it into a fist and knocked, by now she had a determined look on her face. Etro would make Story understand the pain, she would tell her that what she was doing was wrong and that it hurt….it really hurt and she was lonely…
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Post by Story E. Luminus on Jun 22, 2014 1:25:18 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS I put my faith in you... you're abandoning me.
Twenty degrees South.. twenty, twenty, twenty - she kept repeating in her head as one finger kept a mark on the map as a placer, her other hand skimming down a line of logs atop the book beside her. Twenty south.. four months ago - the 14th - shipwreck logged but unrecovered. It had sunk in the storm before they could get to it. It matched up.. but she needed to keep looking.
From the island she was studying tonight (a knew set of sea or land was her focus each night), she slid her finger a little to the left. Four thousand meters to the West.. was.. a small wreckage two months ago. No, that didn't fit, he would've been here already. Too recent. Hell, now that she thought about it? The four months was too recent now too..
It had been that long and she'd simply forgotten. She looked at all her recent logs-.. too recent.. too recent.. What had she been doing for the past week?? Her hand began to tap impatiently as she studied all her hard work that she had begun nearly four days ago on this section of charted sea. All useless. Her nose flared a little and she slowly crumpled the map into her hand - gripping and tearing slowly at it in calm fury, feet nudging a few inches over and making the many bottles of near-empty or half-empty liquors clink against one another.
"Brynne-" she croaked lowly, glaring with sadness at the statuette on her desktop. "Why are you doing this?.. Are you proving something to me-!.." she whispered with anger and a small tinge of alcohol to her breath, letting the map go and leaning her forehead into her palm, careful not to touch the thick stitches that were holding the gash on her cheek together from the fight at the gates. Not once had she been angered at her goddess.. This wasn't her. What had happened to her future that she had worked so hard to secure?
All was quiet.. until the small knock.
"-What is it?..." she asked with exhaustion, not waiting for an answer, "..come in.." It was a defeated reply.. and she sat staring at the crumpled map on her desk.
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Post by Etro Luminus on Jul 27, 2014 4:44:59 GMT -6
It was a hallow voice that called out, almost like it sounded defeated and worn. It stunned Etro and first and her feet almost shuffled the other direction she came. But, she came here with reason and she had to at least try to make this work. Taking a deep breath she let her hand slid to the door handle, it turned as she put pressure on it and the door creaked open. Story’s room was plain and with nothing that really stood out, it was dimly lit by candles – Etro could tell as the light was flicking this way and that before settling and then flicking again. It did give the room some ambience but it wasn’t a warm feeling that’s for sure.
As Etro stepped in she looked around and noticed that there were charts and maps laid out here and there, more of them gathered around one particular room. It was the very room that cast the light around her now. With another deep breath she allowed her feet to carry her in that direction, her fingers trailing the couch as she passed it. Feeling the fur tickled her skin and she drew her fingers away. By now she stood in the study doorway, there wasn’t much to Story’s room so it wasn’t a long trek so she made it to the doorway quickly. There was no turning back now and Etro tried to steady her heartbeat. “Story?” She called her sisters name. Story hadn’t even looked up at the person standing there and Etro even wondered if she would recognise her sister’s voice. But there were other thoughts that took Etro’s mind for as she watched her sister hunched over the paperwork she realised that it were more charts. Maps, coordinates, gridlines, so much of it also littered the walls of this room. Etro actually stepped into the room without Story giving her the ok to enter – she was too stunned at what she saw and now at what she smelt.
There on the ground at her sister’s feet were empty bottles of alcohol and the stench in the air indicated that she had been the one to drink them all. “What…What are you doing?” Etro was still wide eyed as she made her way to look over the wall, there were marks on the map, locations she guessed. When she finally tore her eyes from them she looked over to Story, seeing her now more clearly she could see that she wasn’t in a very good state but Etro knew she still had to try, she needed to tell her sister what was going on. “We need to talk – I can’t take this anymore.” She finally started and let the words out, only pausing to see if Story was even listening. MADE BY LILO OF GS |
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Post by Story E. Luminus on Aug 7, 2014 22:53:19 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS I've got enough to worry about, I don't need you in danger. When the door had opened at her response, the candlelight on either side of her desk flicked over towards her from the air pressure of the room finally being released. It made her notice how cold her skin had actually become. Dehydrated, most likely.. the alcohol was surely not helping that, but then again, there wasn't a cell in her body that could care less.The steps were coming closer and she had already made the decision to tell whoever it was to get the hell out and leave her alone for the night. She was busy. She was onto a trail - she was! Story pushed herself forward into the furtherst corners of human diligence in attempts to find this damn scent. Any lead, any storm, any series of wave patterns from fishing accounts of nearby docks; it all helped. What if she was finally close?She resumed writing down numbers of fishermen's logs on the side of a pad with plenty of different locations on it written in longittudes and lattitudes. Already, the captain had gotten so into her work that she hadn't bothered to take notice of the person standing in her doorway - entirely impossible that she had forgotten even letting someone come in.At the sound of her first name being called, her head came up from the desk to thin her eyes at whoever would dare such a thing. They tried to focus past the candle light until eventually seeing the strawberry hair contrasted in darkness. "Etro," she answered in a rather plain voice though her face did soften in recognition.What was she doing?.. "I'm working.." she answered with the honest expression that she didn't know what she was talking about. What else would she be doing in her office's study? Her head boggled a little, only barely, from sitting up a little further under the influence of the alcohol. "What are you doing out this late? It's dangerou--"
'We need to talk - I can't take this anymore.'
..What on earth had gotten into her? Story's face became confused and she eventually just sighed after the brief silence and looked back down to her notes to continue mapping out numbers and ratios. "Etro.. the sun is down and the city is quiet.. it's not safe to walk alone. I'll send you out with an escort to take you home."
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