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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 20, 2006 18:10:50 GMT -5
OOC: slide it into the timeline wherever it fits
Christine walked out on to the balcony of the observatory, her nightgown fluttering on the breeze, stray whisps of her normal and colored locks dancing around her face. Her eyes glistened as she stared out at the sight below her. The lights of the city of Magix glittered, looking like countless stars, something that never ceased to amaze her when she looked out at the city by night. It was almost magical.
"In a dream I see a world meant for me, wrapped in mystery, the waves sing to me. And so, I will follow a falling star, to find out who I am and who you are. Come along, it can't be very far. The waves are singing.
Mmhmm, I see a butterfly dancing on the wind, mmhmm merging with the sky. It's time to begin. And so, I will follow a falling star, to find out who I am and who you are. Come along, you know it can't be very far.
Don't look in the tower! It's not where I'll be! On a shore, by the waves, windswept and free. I'll be free! And so, I will follow a falling star, to find out who I am and who you are. Come along, you know it can't be very far. The waves. They sing to me," she sang, not hearing the footsteps of the person coming up behind her.
OOC: tag, one of Chris's boys or her ladies in waiting (Karina and or Tash)
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 25, 2006 20:13:45 GMT -5
(OOC: just continuing - the above are still welcomed ::hint hint:: )
Her eyes closed and tears spilled down her cheeks for no reason - well, for a few reasons, but none that she'd readily admit. Her relationship with Sky was in shambles, if they even had a relationship. Her coronation was to occur as soon as she went home for break. Her friendships with her teammates were in shambles as well. She shook her head sadly and rubbed her locket.
She sat on the ledge and settled down, staring at the ground below. A small voice told her it would be so very easy to stand up and take one step off the ledge - ending the pain and suffering she was feeling, but... that was the coward's way out. Completely.
"I know you think of me like a delicate china doll. That I will break if you touch me like a delicate china doll. I don't think of me that way - I'm real and I am strong. I don't see myself each day barely hanging on.
I need to eat and sleep like a person who's alive. And do you have to push me and pull my sleeve and leave before I die? I don't think of me that way - I'm flesh and I am bones. I don't see myself each day smashed out on the stones. I will be picking up the pieces and I will glue them on my own."
She did a softly trailing up and down the scale before sliding back into the song. "If you really think of me like a delicate china doll... Then don't breathe, talk, or touch me in case I break like a china doll.
I don't think of me that way - I'm flesh and I am bones. I don't see myself each day smashed out on the stones. I will be picking up the pieces and I will glue them on my own. Well I am picking up the pieces and I will glue them on my own."
Her voice broke in several places while she had been singing and she had to wipe away tears that had been shed.
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Post by brandon2 on Jul 25, 2006 20:59:49 GMT -5
Brandon hadn't said anything when he first entered the room but thinking that now would be a good time. Apperently all of this was affecting her worse then Christine had been letting on. Brandon moved over to where Chrstine was and sat beside her, "Do you really think we treat you like a China doll?" Brandon quietly asked he didn't know what else to say to Christine.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 25, 2006 21:09:22 GMT -5
Christine glanced at Brandon and gave a weak shrug. "What am I supposed to think? After I was injured, everyone took to treating me like a china doll because they were afraid that the slightest thing they'd do with me would break me. I'm not that fragile. Sure, I've been damaged, but I'm still alive, still in one piece. So I had to glue pieces together but you can't see the cracks."
She wrapped her arms around her, trying to fight the chill that only she could feel. "It feels like nothing I've done recently is right. I try to be what Sky's mother wants and he gets angry with me for changing. Riven thinks I'm pathetic...."
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Post by brandon2 on Jul 25, 2006 21:38:31 GMT -5
"Perhaps I have been treating you differently but it's not because I view you as a china doll but it's because you recently had a serious injury. I want you to completely heal before you start kicking our asses again. I don't like the idea that your pushing yourself this fast this soon. I'm worried that you could reopen your injury." Brandon admitted before tackling the other parts of the problem. "As much as I like Sky's mother, don't be what she wants, be your own person. I really don't think anyone that is not a carbon copy is going to be good enough for her. And as for Riven, Riven is an ass at the best of times but that is the Riven we know and love. Riven thinks of you like a sister, and doesn't want to see you hurt."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 25, 2006 21:43:34 GMT -5
Christine's eyebrows raised to her hairline. "A sister? Me?" she asked, fairly stunned. She brushed her bangs off her forehead and looked at Brandon. "Are you absolutely sure?" she asked, still stunned. That was a slightly scary thought - to be thought of as his sister. Not that she found anything wrong with him - it was just, she was used to being an only child.
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Post by Riven on Jul 25, 2006 21:44:09 GMT -5
Wanting to get a few moments to himself, Riven made his way up to the observatory in hopes that it would be empty. Upon hearing Christine and Brandon talking, he began to turn away, not at all in the mood to deal with any more tears and cries about how Sky didn't want her and how everyone was treating her like a piece of glass. She was a specialist, damn it, and specialists did not cry over the things she was crying about.
But as he started to leave, he paused when he heard his name brought up. Gritting his teeth at Brandon's naive characterization of him, Riven stepped out of the shadows as he said, completely ignoring Brandon's presence, "Damn straight I think you're pathetic. You want people to stop treating you like a 'china doll'? Then for pete's sake, pull yourself together and stop acting like one! All you ever do these days is snivel around and whimper about Sky and don't you dare try to say otherwise because we both know it's the truth. So sorry if you feel like you're being treated like a little girl - but newsflash, that's how you're coming across to everyone around you."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 25, 2006 21:50:12 GMT -5
Her eyes sparkled with anger, and she found it very hard to keep her speech civil so she was silent for a long moment. "It's so easy for you to say that," she snarled. "You don't have any of the crap that's on my plate!" She crossed her arms and looked away. "Besides, none of you will have to worry about this little china doll, because she won't be finishing with you. My father told me that when I go home for break, I'll be having my coronation ceremony."
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Post by Riven on Jul 25, 2006 21:55:05 GMT -5
Marching forward, Riven jerked Christine roughly up by her arm and hissed, his eyes flashing dangerously, "Isn't that just like a princess - to think that her problems are the only ones that exist. Let me tell you something, Christine - you're not the only one who has a plate full of crap to deal with so shut your damn trap!" Releasing his tight grip on her suddenly, Riven fixed her with a cold look of disgust as he said, "I always thought you were different, but I was wrong. You're nothing more than a self-centered twit just like the rest of them."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 25, 2006 21:59:22 GMT -5
Christine's hand instinctively reached up and slapped him. Her eyes flashed dangerously. "How dare you judge me? So I decide to act like a normal female like the girls in Alfea for once and all of a sudden I'm a self centered chit? How dare you." She would not cry, would not show any other emotion. Right now, she was angry, and it felt justified. "Maybe if you were strangled multiple times and had been deprived oxygen, then maybe you wouldn't act the way you used to."
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Post by Riven on Jul 25, 2006 22:05:56 GMT -5
Shaking his head, Riven turned away and began to leave. Pausing suddenly, he said in a quiet voice, all the anger suddenly gone, "Yeah, you've been through a lot, Christine - but so has pretty much everyone else since the dawn of time. But at least you have something that not everyone can say they have: family." In a strangled voice that for once betrayed his vulnerability, he added, "That's something that means more than anything. I'm sorry you don't see that." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, however, Riven's harsh exterior was back and he strode away without another word.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 25, 2006 22:09:18 GMT -5
Christine froze for a moment and then hurried after him. She had to apologize. She had been such an ass to him that she hated herself.
"Riven," she called to his retreating figure.
"I'm sorry."
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Post by Riven on Jul 25, 2006 22:27:37 GMT -5
Stopping in mid-stride for a moment, Riven remained silent for a long moment before he said flatly, not turning around to face her, "Yeah. Okay. That's good and all, but I don't want to talk about it. At least not now . . . so . . . see you around."
As he continued to walk away, Riven shoved his hands deep into his pocket and suddenly felt the urge to find Darcy. Fighting it, he mentally berated himself. He would be an absolute idiot to actually think of going out to look for her. She was nothing but trouble and no good would come of him seeing her.
And yet . . .
Hesitating for a moment more, Riven then firmly set his chin. He wasn't an idiot - Darcy had no more control of him than what he allowed. He was perfectly safe in her presence. Besides, he was in desperate need of a change of scene and conversation. And Darcy could provide that.
Silently rationalizing his actions, Riven satisfied himself and finally decided that there would be little harm in enjoying feeling wanted. Darcy always managed to make him feel that way - managed to make him feel as though he was the most important person in the world. He needed that right now. He needed to put himself first.
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