Tears and fears « Thread Started on Mar 25, 2006, 10:13pm »
"I'm not an angle..... I wish I were... mother you would be dead.. If I could keep you from dying...." Said a woman in a black dress, a large black hat covering her face. The people around her, you could feel there pain, their tears, the heavy gasps of air. "Does anyone have anyother words?" Said a man, or a priest in black, his cloak sweeping the floor. "This will be the only place protected from humaities new creation's." Cira wisppeared to no one. She massaged her temples, and gazed at the two men, lowering Angelo Tucker into her grave, "If only I were an angle." She wisppeared.
Angelo's body had been found in the rotting, empty cellar of an crate. Her death, and killer were still unknown. It hurt Cira, she wanted to join her sister, Jerry, and stand and morn with her. She didn't belong, and the turned her head away. Tears steamed down her pale cheeks. Stupid emotion, stupid... love.
Cira leaned on the tree, and closed her eyes. When She reopened them, there was no people, but it was still bright. Cira clenched her fist, why not just kill her... end it, why play with her emotions. Cira gazed out, she saw her car.. the sleak red jaugar, but parked a few feet from it, was a black BMW. This made her suddenly awake. She looked around, who was that?
Cira gripped the lace of her trench coat, and lifted it up to hir nose, as an ice breaze hit her. She looked at the blue sky, and turned away from the stream of bright light that entered her eye. She walked down to the grave, and said "I wasn't there to save you... and I didn't know when you died, infact I screwed up. I didn't do all in my power to save you... I soo... so.. sorry... what kind of a daughter am I?" Cira cried and leaned against the engraving, She looked around, as she heard a twig snap. "Your sneaky.." She muttered to herself.
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Re: Tears and fears « Reply #1 on Mar 25, 2006, 10:55pm »
The feeling of being out of uniform always felt new to Rin. Of course, anything that pried her away from her work was completely new to her. It was her nature to work, all work and no play, made Rin a happy person. So she thought. But she vowed that she would work until she could no longer use her very limbs. But despite being out of uniform, and away from TCPF headquarters, Rin always made it in her best interests to have her weapons on her at all times. Well only her Sig Sauers. It was sort of illegal to carry a plasma based weapon on the streets, but then again, you had the girls from LSN running around with sabers chopping off heads here and there.
But Rin was still satisfied, the fact that she had her favorite objects hidden beneath her loose pair of cargo pants and secured onto her tighs was enough to make her day anyway. Rin was naked with out her guns, not defenseless or weak, just naked.
She pulled behing a sleek jaguar, parking her black BMW behind it. She eyed the cemetery for a few moments, relunctance in her eyes. She didn't really have the urge, the motivation to go in. She was 21 years old now. Memories of the past should have already been buried. They were, but Rin had to constantly come back to them. Just to assure herself, of what, even she did not know.
Breathing in deeply, Rin pulled herself out of her car, her long black dress coat flying back as the wind hit her. She placed on her a pair of black shades, despite the lack of sunlight.
She entered cemetary, it's dreary atmosphere hit her instantly, but she would not let that affect her current mood. Cold, uncaring, apathetic. She shrugged, and continued on towards her friends' graves. A burial seemed to already be in place. She shook her head, it seemed that ever second someone seemed to die. In fact, she was even surprised that these people were doing this. This was totally against the WCG rules. They were doing this in total secrecy. She smiled to herself, at least they had a body, she she had were small marble stones with code numbers that each person in the world today was identified as.
Continuing on, she felt her heeled boots step onto something on the ground. A simple twig, she shrugged, however looked up to the sound of Cira's voice. "You're sneaky...". That's what the woman said. Quirking a brow, she turned towards the woman, her eyes scanning her from behind her dark shades. "I beg your pardon?" Rin asked as she stepped forward slightly. A stern expression on her face.
Re: Tears and fears « Reply #2 on Mar 28, 2006, 4:57pm »
Cira turned her head slowly, "Well I don't see why you'd park you car next to mine in an empty parking lot but... They are going to start doing construction here." Cira said, and waved her hand away to the gate of which had been torn down. A large gray tractor stood in it's place surrounded by mounds of dirt. "Their going to die... saddly an I won't save them.. all these morner's. They have their beliefs, but are shoved away for it." Cira said, she gazed at Rin... Didn't she know her... "Who do you work for?" Cira asked in an almost wisspeared voice.
Cira gripped the lace of her trench coat, and again another cold wind hit her. On her head was bare of a hat, and her long dark blue hair whipped at nothing. Her eyes searched at Rin for contact, and understanding. She gazed dought fully at her, and with her right hand, she whipped the tears off her rose cheeks.
Re: Tears and fears « Reply #3 on Apr 1, 2006, 4:57pm »
Meanwhile, in another grave not far from where the mourners were, a young man who could really use a warm micro-suede jacket was persistently trying to ignite his rare 'Lucky Strike' cigarette that was loosely held between his pale lips. It was hard times to be squandering on high-premium drugs, especially when cigarettes were banned by the WCG not long after they had enforeced those tough Industrial Relations Laws. But cemeteries had a certain aura about them. Like as if they were naturally branded with a cold, distant and indifferent feeling the moment man 'traded away wonder for reason.'
The wind, unsurprisingly, had started to pick up once more. It coursed uninvitingly through Alex's clean-shaven face, sending a cool, yet refreshing feeling down his spine. He was cold - really cold - but his outward appearance didn't show any sense of weakened shivers. However, his arms were now crossed between his chest as he discarded his cigarette into the wind and his lighter into his safe pockets.
Why do you keep vising this place?
It was the voice he was somewhat reassured of. Miranda didn't keep him warm at the most critical of times but he could count on her for being there when the time required of it. She was standing behind him, all warm and snug in her high-neck, midweight fleece, boysonberry-violet jacket, thick-wollen grapefuit-purple scarf and her usual low-hip, tight navy-blue jeans.
Alex didn't turn to greet her but he knew she was sporting something classy despite the fact that the world has gone amock. Instead, he replied with some sentimentality in his voice, "I don't know. I mean, she's..."
"Something I'm not?" Miranda didn't hide the fact that she was grinning ever-so broadly at her conceited remarks.
"Oh, quiet you." He softly caressed the numbers that revealed more than just a Government Tag...but with all tragedies in this world, that was all Alex could do. It pained him and Miranda knew...
« Last Edit: Apr 2, 2006, 4:09am by Alex Strayer »
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Re: Tears and fears « Reply #4 on Apr 1, 2006, 11:13pm »
"Well, aren't we good at being discrete... eh rookie?" Rin said her tone unchanging as she brushed the wavering loose strand of hair behind her ear. It did little good since the wind picked it up once again, and sent it flying wildly before her face. She decided to ignore it, she had already done her best to deal with it once.
Cira really wasn't a rookie, Rin was well aware of that. However from her position in the TCPF, everyone was considered a rookie. She didn't mean to set a superior feel upon herself, but only because it was easier for her to snap at someone rather than going through the whole process of their rank and so on and so forth. Cira's quick questioning would have already gotten her bagged up and sent to a "prison" run by the WCG should she have chosen to ask the wrong person.
Asking for someone's position in society ultimately meant that you had a position of your own, well other than "laborer or civilian" a given to the majority of the surviving population today. Unless you weren't carrying the standard WCTF badge with you. It perturbed Rin a bit, to know that Cira was one of the officers running around asking such questions. Not only could she be taken away, but she could be placing the whole of the TCPF in danger even if she didn't want to give anything away. With the new technology, secrets were a thing of the past. Everything the WCG saw, heard, felt, and smelled. You weren't even safe in your own thoughts at most times.
"I suggest you stick to small talk next time Inspector." Rin continued after fixing her shades and glancing at the mourners. "What's the information on this illegal burial?" She asked, not wanting to watch the mourners get mowed down should they get caught. Besides, Cira would probably have a good idea as to who was being buried in the grave below. Rin could tell, her dark brown observant eyes always caught things like this. She awaited a reply as her eyes wandered behind her dark shades to a figure in the distance that stared idlelessly at a headstone.
Re: Tears and fears « Reply #5 on Apr 2, 2006, 4:26am »
"What do you think they're doing?"
Alex curiously looked over to Miranda's side and replied, "Since when are you into the business of others?"
"I'm into yours..." Her eyes seemed quite distant despite the fact that she was jovial moments earlier. Alex looked onwards towards a small group of mourners soliciting in a place where it was virtually illegal to solicit. WCG made sure of that in their yearly policies, especially in this quadrant of the world. But that only fuelled Alex's suspicions that this part of the world might've held some resisting stronghold in which WCTF haven't yet located.
"Well, whatever the reason I'm sure I don't want to stick around." His dual-coloured eyes had now scanned the Jag and the BMW parked inconspicuously for all to see. Alex picked up his sense of urgency and looked into her deep blue eyes. "I'll meet you back at the same place. We've lingered long enough."
She understood what he meant. It wasn't the first time they had to run away from the (out)law. Miranda remembered it all too well in the dank alleyways of New Chinatown. Alex, being left almost shot to pieces, had eluded the clutches of the SCS after he had decided to "Go South" with the job. And it could've been something else had she failed to 'do the right thing.'
Anyway, that was a while back but it couldn't remove the feeling in his or her stomach that maybe this could be another repeat of what happened to the Teachers months before they had planned their next protest. Alex and Miranda, equally intelligent in their choices, soon walked off in polarising directions, leaving nothing suspicious to the imagination of what Alex perceived to be an officer of WCTF hidden in civilian clothes.
« Last Edit: Apr 2, 2006, 5:42pm by Alex Strayer »
Re: Tears and fears « Reply #6 on Apr 2, 2006, 8:31am »
Cira shook her head, at Rin coments. "Well, I hate being formal now, cheif.... I know it's illegal, but you know.. this was my mother. I'm not religous in anyway shape or form, I can't be. So it won't make any sense." Cira said, and leaned on the grave stone. "You should know how that feels, even when your not able to comunicate with them." Cira said in a small voice.
In Cira's mind, her brian jumped to the fact, 'I just remembered that!' but did not repeat it out loud. She didn't want anyone coming in, "Yes small talk cheif.. my appoligzes." Cira said, and gazed at Rin. "But.. if they do find... um... these.. morn's.. there's one of them. I haven't talked to or seen in a long time... If they do, I want to speak to her, if you can help me with that." Cira said in a low voice, and read the head stone. "And you know what it's like to say good bye." Cira said, ending her last coment with a cough.
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Re: Tears and fears « Reply #7 on Apr 2, 2006, 10:33pm »
"I'm not deeply acquainted with the feeling." Rin said in a cool tone, replying to Rin's comment on knowing how it was like to say good-bye. She really didn't, despite her losses, she never really acknowledged her friend's or family's disappearances. Her philisophical views denied her that, so therefore she remained distant to the feeling of saying "good-bye".
As for Cira's little predicament, Rin could only stare on blankly, wondering what this girl was rambling about. She wanted to say good bye to her already dead mother? What would that accomplish? Honestly, the girl really couldn't. Why she wanted to talk to her dead mother was beyond. Perhaps she was just being clingy. Rin wouldn't know the feeling, having been neglected in her own childhood, and raised by a crazed hardcore feminist.
"Inspector, I highly doubt you are able to communicate with your mother by this time. My best advice at this time is to get those mourners moving out of here before someone shows up." She said eyeing Alex waryingly as he began to move through the headstones.
Re: Tears and fears « Reply #8 on Apr 4, 2006, 1:31am »
Meahwhile, Alex had surreptitiously made some considerable distance between himself and his unsubstantiated suspicions. That didn't mean that Alex shouldn't trust his intuitive instincts. Miranda had taught him the fine art of displacing all fear and all distractions before him. And, without that analytical and critical sense of judgement, Alex would've perished along with the nameless faces who's been pushed under the carpet by Corporate, Foreign Policy.
Small chinks of light started to pierce through the oppressively overcast sky. The ever-increasingly hurried winds had begun to make it's last journey through the monotony of headstones. And Alex had finally reached Headstone #35-596AW. A small smile crept over his distantly cool face as he slowly knelt towards the lone violet, which uncharacteristically shone its lavender blue petals against a sea of dead greens and rusted greys.
The message was clear. And Alex knew what was needed to be done. They had reached him in the most unlikely of places and now it was up to him to place the next piece in play in the grandest of Chess Games known to mankind. Alex carefully plucked off the right petal and encased it in his packet of cigarettes in the hopes that what he really came after was still intact.
And, like the discarded cigarette, the Lavender-Blue Violent that held so much meaning to Alex was now lost within the serialised headstones that would get their just desserts.
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