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Post by ~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~ on Sept 24, 2005 15:26:05 GMT
Ooc: Seeing as how i haven't posted in a while, here's what i have. Oh and what a surprise another one of Morgans Suicide attempts. Lyrics I give credit to the Unwritten Law. Oh and, JoJo, If you read this, take no offense, I just felt like writing something.
Bic:
Had a bad day, don't talk to me, gonna ride this out, My little black heart, breaks apart, with your big mouth.
(Morgan walked softly up to the astronomy tower, her lauziline hair brushed softly back by the torential winds. Her black nightgown ruffled in the brezze coming from the balcony. Nothing was right. She had to see her therapist four times a week, had to take prozac and Zoloft, and other Anti-depressants. None of it worked. So tonight she was going to lift everyone's burden of her.)
And I'm sick of my sickness Dont touch me, you'll get this. I'm useless, lazy, perverted, and you hate me.
(Nobody was there anymore. No-one to save her. Who. The. f***. Would. She looked over the balcony, prepared to break on the ground far below her. Somehow, her eyes, once frost blue, sparkling like water on a summer day, had turned a dull Navy, no more life. Soon, she would mimic her soul's windows, and lose her life as well. He didnt love her. He wouldnt have left if he Loved her.)
You can't save me, You can't change me, Well I'm waiting for my wake up call, And everything, everything's my fault.
(But this wasn't real. It was a all a dream. She knew it. As soon as she was about to hit the ground, she would wake up, screaming, and he would be there. Asking her what was wrong. She knew it! But then...Why was she so unsure? The iron bar wasn't that hard to get past. Such a black beauty, the grounds streched in front of her, turned black with the moonless, starless Night.)
Went to the doctor, and I asked her, To make this stop. Got medication, a new addiction, f***in' thanks a lot.
(But nothing helped her. Her pale skin had turned sickly. Nothing, Nobody. Not her pills, not her therapist. Not Joey. Nothing could save or stop her now. She recalled how many pills she had taken. So many. She was gone for a while, to a place where they called her a 'Substance abuse guest.' Then they caught sight of her arms, and labeled her a 'Special Needs Guest')
Had to relapse, I'm outta rehab, It ruined everything. So point your finger, at the singer, He's in the pharmacy.
(She shook her head. Broken wings, of a broken angel. Nothing kept her from hitting the ground, but something did. She couldnt jump. She tried, but he kept flashing in her mind, with a sweet smile, telling her it would be alright.) "No It Wont!" (She cried, tears falling down her sickly cheeks, onto her chest.)
You can't save me, You can't blame me, Well I'm waiting here to take a fall, and everything, and everthing's my fault
And I'm a death threat haven't slept yet, Baby wide awake at dawn. Helmet bad boy, tell the tabloids, everything's my fault.
(She hadn't slept since he left, dark circles hung around her lack luster eyes. It was her fault he left, she was probably too scary for him. And it didnt help that she sort of, kind of stalked him. A shodow of a smirk played her features for a split second. She still couldn't jump)
I went to heaven, couldn't get in, For what I had done. I said forsake me, you said you're crazy you were too much fun.
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Sept 24, 2005 15:41:15 GMT
Something had awoken Ashlle that night. The air was still as if holding it's breath, and it was choking her. The one place she might get some air was up on the Astronomy Tower. A breeze was always blowing up there.
As she made her way up the Tower stairs, she couldn't help but feel that she was being led her for some purpose. Perhaps it was just her Hunter senses, they had grown since her birthday that summer.
Upon emerging at the top of the Tower Ashlle gave a cry of surprise. There standing before her was her old friend/enemy Morgan Voltaire. "What are you doing up here?" cried Ashlle astonished. "It's in the middle of the night. You aught to be in bed." And in that instant she knew. It was Morgan she been sensing, Morgan who had caused the air to hold it's breath.
"What's going on?" she asked worriedly. "what are you up to?"
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Post by ~xx.Fuu.xx~ on Sept 25, 2005 2:17:33 GMT
Fuu walked circled the asrto tower thinking about recent events. SHe new that Joey had left, though she hadnt seen morgan in a while she knew this would tear her heart in a billion peices. She looked into the sky a took a deep breath staring at a the shining stars. SHe stopped as she came to the stairs and began to run up them. She was slient as she quickly hopped up the stairs.
SHe reached the top and stopped. The air was still and seemed dead. SHe looked to see Ashlle she picked up her pace and ran over to greet her. She stopped and with horrified stared looked at Morgan.
She ran to the edge but not to close. "Morgan what the hell are you doing! Get down! You'll fall! You're sacreing me."
She glanced over at Ashlle with a worried expression.
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Post by ~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~ on Sept 30, 2005 20:21:00 GMT
(Morgan looked at the gaping black landscape before her, tears streaming down her face, realizing it was as tough the world had stopped spinning, stopped breathing, waiting for her departure. Bad sign. Was she hated that much? That Even the world didn't want her around, waiting in anticipation for her untimely death. Her grasp on the railing was slipping, due to the blood dripping down her soft porcelain hands from her wrists. Too deep. The wounds, with which she had marked herself forever unloved, and unpretty.)
(Ashlle Joined her, asking her all sorts of questions, and Morgan knew that Comprehension had hit Ashlle over the head like a sack full of bricks.) "What am I doing? My dear Ashlle, what does it look like?" (She spoke as if speaking to a three year old. Though her life was soon to be over, she still had time to be cheeky. Besides, she wanted to see what theory Ashlle could come up with, Just so when Ashlle asked if she was right She could tell her, it was as tough being asked to critique a child's finger painting. It was unkind.)
(Then she could her the soft, Japanese tones of Fuu, yet it wasn't what she normally said.) Morgan what the hell are you doing! Get down! You'll fall! You're scaring me. (Morgan was shocked) "Wow, this must be serious if I got Fuu to swear. Okay, I'll get down." (She spun carefully, and grabbed the rail with her extremely blood covered hand. Too slippery.) "Oh s***." (She said softly.) [/color] Fallen angel Broken wings, No-one saves you Do the tears in your eyes sting?(She could feel herself, hurtling toward the ground, and her life flashed before her. She was bad. Then, she slammed the ground hard. Her body was broken. All went dark.)
A bright light hit her, and she knew she was wrong. About god, about heaven. Then She saw them. The kind angels her parents told her about looked haughty, unkind, unloving. They sneered at her. Among the cruel faces, she saw her sister. Crying.)
(She fell to Hell, and torment awaited her. She spoke in a tongue she couldn't understand, but she knew, she was begging for another chance.) "Please, I beg you. You've done it for others, why not me?" (And once again the scene faded.)[/center]
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Post by ~xx.Fuu.xx~ on Sept 30, 2005 20:32:33 GMT
As Morgan slipped a hurled to the ground. Fuu ran to the edge of the rail sreaming "MORGAN!"
She tried to grabb her. It failed. Fuu was horrified as she saw her best friend hit the ground and meet her end. She stood there gripping the railing in shock, not breathing not moving. Suddenly a gust of wind came and tosseled her hair infront of her face. She broke.
She began to breath again but couldnt speak, only hot almost painful tears rolled down her cheeks.
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Post by Jordan Epsom on Sept 30, 2005 20:53:22 GMT
Jordan was walking around the grounds and decided to go to the astronomy tower. He saw Fuu crying. "Fuu, are you alright."
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Post by ~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~ on Sept 30, 2005 20:55:14 GMT
(She saw an odd thing. Her body, lying limp on the ground. Her blue hair was tossed in her wide blue eyes. Her face set in an odd twisted contortion of fear. But she was standing there, alive. She looked down at herself, shocked to see that the Morgan body she had grown accustomed to, wasn't hers. She looked like a boy, but knew she was a girl. She touched her hand to her hair, and pulled a chunk of it, so she could look at it. White?) "What the f***?" (She asked nobody.)
(She quickly gabbed her old wand, and said an incantation, a mirror flying out of the Gryffindor dormitory window. Her reflection mimicked nothing of her life. White hair, hung in odd eyes. Cat-like pupils, trimmed with Green. But oddly, the rest were her old color frost blue. She wore an odd outfit, of leather straps, a leather body suit, and a leather jacket.)
(She wasn't dead, but damn, she looked weird.)
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Post by joey crowe on Oct 1, 2005 0:16:15 GMT
...Veni, veni, venias...Ne me mori facias...
(A faint voice echoed through the darkness that seemed to envelop her. There was familiarity, yet cold shadows would not cease. Like a cry in the neverending silence, Joseph's voice rang clear.)
Veni, veni, venias. Gloriosa. Ne me mori facias. Generosa. (He whispered in her ear. At once, black feathers engulfed the air around her...)
(What she beheld next could only be described by her...)
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Post by ~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~ on Oct 1, 2005 2:00:18 GMT
(She gasped. He had come back? For her? A smile danced against her new lips.)
Come, come, O come, glorious Do not let me die noble Come, come, O come, glorious Do not let me die noble
(The words dance in her mind, black feathers engufed her. Then a bright light. As quickly as it had come, her depression was gone, and she was filled with hope. Awe inspireing hope. He loved her. She found herself hovering in midair, and then the black feathers melted away, and she fell to the ground, albeit softer. Her Hair had remained white, but at the roots and tips had turned black. Her -ahem- body form restored. She looked like Morgan. But didn't. In one second she realized that Joey Loved her.)
(Loved her.)
ooc: Bah! you know, I feel special.
ADVENT CHILDREN!! wo0t!
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Oct 1, 2005 15:15:46 GMT
The moment Morgan had slipped over the edge of the tower, Ashlle wanted to scream but Fuu beat her too it. She felt frozen inside and was unable to call a strong wind to save Morgans life.
Once she heard her body hit the ground, everything went black . . . Ashlle had fainted there on the top of the Astronomy Tower. She lay there, the breeze that had been nonexistent a moment before was now nudging it's mistress fluttering her skirts and robes as if willing her to arise, but to no avail.
Morgan had been her best friend and to see her life taken so easily had wounded the girl beyond measure.
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Post by Telah on Dec 10, 2005 22:47:21 GMT
OOC: Oh my I just read the date that the last post in this thread was on and im sorry for posting so far after that, it was on the top of the first page in the tower so i figured it was new. So if you wish for me to delet my post and just let the thread die just tell me.
BIC: A white haired half demon walked up to the astronomy tower with a grim smile on his face. Slowly he walked up the towers spiraling steps, there was no hurry to get there whats done is done and now it was his time to step in. Once he got to the top of the tower he noticed that the air was deathly still, a very unusual thing as the tower was so high up.
After thinking for a moment he remembered one other night where the air had been this way. He remembered he stood on the towers ledge as a student, ready to fall and experience the glories of death. A demon had also been atop the tower at that time on it was a more powerful one, though the name slipped his mind. But these memories were for another day for now he had a job to do.
"What a pity." He said to the two students and the vampire that were also at the top of the tower. "Still I believe that she'll be quite happy in death, its quite peaceful actually." Then a sly look appeared on his face. "But there still is a way to save this girl, but what kind of friend would you be if you were to deprive your friend of what they wanted so much." A little chuckle then escaped his mouth "But if you wish to help your friend Id be quick about it as someone to escort her to the other side will be coming along any minuet now and lets my forget that my services in this matter if you so choose to save her don't come cheap." He then took a breath. "But don't worry everyone has there price."
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