Vigilantes
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Character Name: Levenin Refure
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Post by Levenin on Nov 21, 2015 3:07:07 GMT -5
Lev refused to take his attention off of her as he could see the subtle signs of her breaking somewhere inside. The piano music and cooing of the audience had long since been pushed to the side. He didn’t care about them, not like he had just five minutes prior. All of his worry could now only grow as Ellie suddenly bolted from her seat, almost sending it clattering to the floor.
”Ellie! I mean—!” Their fake names didn’t matter anymore, he supposed. Meyers and everyone else was too enthralled with this little girl who was too focused on the weight of ivory keys to notice the two of them bail on her performance.
Luckily there was no one to spare them a thought out front as Levenin followed her into the shadows of the alley nearby. It was hard to see in the dim light, but the remains of hair on the ground told him enough. Lev hesitated to remove his own wig as he dared not move forward.
”Ellie…?” he whispered, keeping his hands at his side instead of trying to reach out. He saw the glint of her glasses as they hit the pavement next. ”Ellie, I… don’t know what to say…”
Levenin had never felt more useless in his life until this moment. He could see just enough to notice the trembling, the effort she was exerting to keep herself from falling apart. He’d hold her together but a sound beating would follow.
Would Ellie even let him touch her when she was like this?
”Maybe we should go…”
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Will Punch Your Butthole
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Nov 22, 2015 0:33:50 GMT -5
Ellie spun when she heard his voice, eyes wide and vision blurred by tears. Her modded eye glowed in the dark and she was only vaguely aware as it tagged Lev's face.
Her chin quivered as she fought the tears that were welling up in her eyes, fists shaking at her sides. The knuckles of the hand she'd hit the wall with were beginning to bleed where the skin had torn. "I'm fi--" the words caught on another choked sob, one that she quickly tried to block in by covering her mouth with both hands. She stumbled backwards, deeper into the alley. No, no, he couldn't see her like this. No one was allowed to see her like this. She was better than this, damn it!
She miss-stepped, losing her balance and crashing down to land on her rear. Another sob escaped her so she just pulled her knees to her chest, hiding her face in them. "...just go away." It was barely a whisper, all she could manage.
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Vigilantes
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Posts: 164
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Character Name: Levenin Refure
Main Account: Levenin
Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Nov 22, 2015 3:24:46 GMT -5
”Ellie, wait! Don’t go!”
Fearing she’d leave him and run for it, Levenin switched on his vision to keep Ellie in his sights, though if she decided to flee, there would be no way to catch her. He wasn’t nearly fast enough to contend. But with a flash of luck (maybe not for her), Lev swooped down to her side as she fell backwards.
”Are you alright?!” he yelled, once again hesitating to touch her out of fear. A little tumble wouldn’t hurt her, he knew that. But still, it was more than a physical pain that was clearly bothering her. The disguise was gone and he could recognize her face... but really, it wasn't the same as before.
Lev bit his lip and shuffled onto his knees in silence. She’d probably keep asking him to go away until it turned into screaming, but no matter what, he’d stay with her. In the meantime, there was nothing else he could think to do other than sit and wait for Ellie to make another move. Running or not, whatever the woman's next action was to be, he’d follow.
”I’m… sorry.”
Ah yes, her favorite word from his vocabulary. That’d surely make things better.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Nov 23, 2015 0:51:37 GMT -5
His shout made her flinch and she desperately wished the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. She wanted to cease to be if it meant she wouldn't feel like this anymore; if it meant no one else would see her like this. She felt weak and pathetic, a way she hadn't allowed herself to feel in years. Her work was always enough to keep her from acknowledge the gaping hole her parents had left in her, but seeing her sister had ripped all the stitches out, left her open and bleeding.
"Y-you weren't supposed to--I didn't want you to know." she curled into herself more, feeling even smaller than she already was. She'd convinced herself that she'd escaped her parents' influence, that she no longer cared about how they felt about her. She'd thought she'd won the battle that had consumed the first eighteen years of her life; she'd managed to hurt them beyond what they had done to hurt her. But she'd done nothing but set them back. Nothing but tell them they needed to make something better.
And now Lev knew. Lev knew she was a hypocrite, a spoiled high class brat. How would he ever accept that she meant what she said when talked about rebuilding the city? He'd never have faith in anything she said again. And that meant he would probably leave, with the only thing protecting her identity being that turning her in would ensure his own downfall. Then without Lev there Nick would probably leave too and then--
"I need to go home." She pushed herself to her feet, a little unsteady, and scrubbed at her face roughly. Her throat was tightening with the want to hyperventilate.
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Vigilantes
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he's big enough
Posts: 164
Preferred Name: Nama
Character Profile: ♦♦♦
Character Name: Levenin Refure
Main Account: Levenin
Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Nov 28, 2015 3:39:12 GMT -5
She’d always been so guarded, so secretive about herself. Levenin attributed it to her choice of lifestyle. It was something she’d chastised him for several times already— opening one’s self up too much to strangers. To be read like a book was dangerous and he unfortunately hated to be sealed off. It was almost too natural to him to spill details, as if it would make him seem clearer and more understood. Being awful at explanations and talking in general made him feel like he had to compensate with more and more. In fact, the Dante incident proved how stupid Lev was for doing so.
But maybe with Ellie, it was different. Not so much because of Vigilantism, but for her own personal protection. To guard her heart. He knew it well too, how vulnerable it was to bleed. Levenin was someone who wrapped himself in thorns again and again, but Ellie had been carefully treading them this entire time— and she’d finally walked barefoot amongst them.
As soon as the girl stood up, Lev stepped forward with his arms open. An awkward hug it was with him being nearly a foot taller than her, but good enough for him to have a gentle grip. ”I’m sorry,” he said, voice breaking slightly as he rested the side of his head against hers. ”I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do but I’m sorry.”
She’d wanted to go home, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Ellie would simply shut herself away as soon as they got there.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Nov 28, 2015 20:45:49 GMT -5
She tensed further when he stepped towards her and she kept her arms around herself when he hugged her. She only went to his chest so it was awkward even without how stiff she was. Normally she'd have shoved him away for even thinking of touching her like this. Ellie didn't do physical contact outside of fights and dates.
"Stand straighter. Feet farther apart. Hold your chin up. Don't you even know how to stand?"
Her hands trembled as she lifted them to his back, fingers digging into the fabric of his suit jacket. He was sorry? Sorry? The thought of him pitying her filled her with rage, but all she could do was hide her face against his chest, shoulders shaking with barely contained sobs. She clung to him, humiliated and broken.
"Please don't tell." she begged in a thick voice. No one could really know what she was; some experiment for her parents' glory. She'd change her name, like she should have done years ago. She'd get her other eye modded. She'd bury everything about the Ellie Waters that they'd made six feet deep and forget she ever existed. Then she could be who she'd made again. This time she'd escape for good. "I should have killed them. I-I--they weren't supposed to start over!"
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Vigilantes
Smiley Specialist
he's big enough
Posts: 164
Preferred Name: Nama
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Character Name: Levenin Refure
Main Account: Levenin
Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Nov 30, 2015 2:38:26 GMT -5
”Of course not.”
Tell who? Soup? But Lev didn’t want to think about this like that. If she didn’t want anyone to know, then no one ever would. He cupped the back of Ellie’s head gently, almost forgetting she had no hair to run his fingers through. Goading her face closer to staunch the sobbing noises, he quietly shooshed her. How long until they were caught out here? Being near the venue meant security was likely on the alert somewhere and it was only a matter of time before they were busted for loitering. Or at least that’d be the least terrible crime.
”No one will know. It was an accident. If you want me to, I’ll forget about it.”
His glasses, though fake, dug into the side of his head the longer Levenin kept himself pressed against Ellie. He pulled away for a moment to throw away his disguise, seeing as how covers were doing nothing but hurting them anyway. The tie and wig were shed soon after the spectacles, and Lev gave Ellie as much of a smile as he could muster.
”Ellie, you can’t…” No, he couldn’t bring that up. Her sister was innocent despite her parents being obviously terrible so killing them was… But that wasn’t what she needed to hear.
”Hey, we’ve been hanging around here too long,” he said. ”Let’s go. Anywhere you want.”
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Dec 2, 2015 16:40:10 GMT -5
Ellie sniffled when he pulled back, hurriedly wiping her face again. She watched at he rid himself of his own disguise and cast a glance at where her own wig laid on the ground. Platinum blonde, like the little sister she'd never known. Part of her hated the little girl for nothing more than the crime of existing. That was cliché, wasn't it? Being jealous of the new baby for stealing away Mommy and Daddy's attention. She saw the pride on her father's face when the curtain dropped...had they ever looked at her like that?
She needed a drink, a strong one at that.
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"My parents are genetic engineers." She said as she topped off Levenin's glass with more ryncol. Her own glass had been drained three times since they'd arrived back at her home and she was finally beginning to feel the sweetness of being on the edge of drunk. "'nd not, like, the splicers. My mom designs people. Like, babies an' shit. My dad's all about gene integration. How to install natural talent an' shit."
They were on the floor of her living room, her back against the front of her couch. The alcohol loosened her and helped her stop crying, at least for now. "I was suppos'ta be their grand project. Show how fuckin' smart they were. Beautiful, smart, talented." Her mouth quirked in a bitter smile and she drained what was left in her glass. "Didn't play out the way they wanted."
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Vigilantes
Smiley Specialist
he's big enough
Posts: 164
Preferred Name: Nama
Character Profile: ♦♦♦
Character Name: Levenin Refure
Main Account: Levenin
Status: On Hiatus
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Post by Levenin on Dec 5, 2015 2:32:11 GMT -5
So he’d said “anywhere she wanted.” Alcohol was expected, not so much the part where he was willingly invited into her home. Levenin was surprised she let him within viewing distance of her house with the mood she was in. As concerned as he was, if Ellie had banned him for the night then he wouldn’t have forced the issue. Maybe being alone was what she really needed, after all.
Nope, a drinking partner and two glasses was apparently the cure. Amazing how many of her transformations he was witnessing in one day.
Levenin couldn’t complain. Booze wasn’t his thing but it afforded him the chance to keep an eye on her. Ellie had a tendency to be reckless with everything, to put it lightly. ”N-No, I’m fine. I really don’t need anymore…”
And yet he found his glass topped off again. He hadn’t even downed one, though with the collective amount of sips, maybe that much at minimum. At least ryncol wasn’t a bad choice for tonight’s menu, though he wasn't sure how strong it was.
”I guess that explains why everyone at the party was invested in the gene trade,” answered Lev before swirling the liquid around. ”My parents were, umm… My dad did accounting. Kept track of peoples’ credits, taxes, and NUIP bank fraud. My mom…”
Levenin set his glass down, frowning. ”Don’t you think you’ve had enough…?” Her tolerance was probably leagues above his own (his face was completely flushed already, even if he didn’t feel much yet), but this was easily her fourth.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Dec 6, 2015 23:06:59 GMT -5
An accountant's son. Didn't that just fucking figure. No wonder he was as sturdy as wet paper.
She held the ryncol bottle to her chest in a protective gesture at the implication that she'd had too much. No, she was fine, so long as she didn't have to stand anytime soon. "'m good." Being drunk made it easier to not think about that little girl on the stage. Not to think about how badly she wanted to go and pound her parents' faces in. Not to think about how she wanted to curl up on her side and cry. So she refilled her glass. "I just...need to not...feel this. Not now. Not yet." She said quietly, staring at her reflection in the drink.
Her eye traced over the reflected scar over her modified eye, the mod off to leave her half blind. Biting her lip, she set the bottle down so she could move her fingers over the smaller scar on her neck. Her very first scar. "Did you ever...suspect me? That I was from the high class?"
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