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Post by taitsutomu on Aug 11, 2010 14:15:15 GMT -8
In the mysterious world of the occult… there have been many stories that are far from the truth, mostly in children stories if it’s either romantically or horrifying, some of those stories are true but still far from the truth. In stories humans are often viewed as the hero’s or victim in occult stories but never was a tail told when human are the monsters and would do such unspeakable horrifying things to occult creatures out of fear, hate, or personal gain. Such things like that hardly existed in stories as the truth so covered and lied hidden, but in this case a young male and lady would find themselves living a story or fairytale like no other, human are the one who are monster characters and the occult have the main stage as the hero characters or in this case heroines. At the start of this story a young man by the name of John finds himself traveling on an old road, the bus broken down on it’s way to the city where John was going to start his first year of college to study as a doctor in the medical field but to get there he’d first had to take a bus to the train stop where it would take him to the city. Now since the bus broke down he’d thought to walk the rest of the way though he was told he wouldn’t make it in time for the train, and the next one wouldn’t come till tomorrow morning. Along the walk he’d found and old man staggering in his walk, his right leg was bleeding at the ankle, John rushed over and helped him to sit down, “let me have a look at that,” he asked and the old man complied with John. Using his water bottle h first washed off the wound before wrapping it up with the sleeve of his shirt he’d ripped off, “very kind of you Youngman, thank you,” said the old man, “I was working the wheat fields and by accident I cut myself with hoe.” John couldn’t see how a man his age would be working in hard labor but for an old man he’d seem in good health, maybe healthier then most young men. See how he would be missing the bus away and would have to wait till tomorrow, John took it upon himself to help take this old man back home since walking all on his own would make things difficult, the old man didn’t what to be a bother but John insisted. Nearly two miles carrying the old man John found himself coming into a small town, it looked old yet it was modern with small shops, a clinic, and a little restaurant, what was old were some of the houses along with a shrine and old fishermen’s ported at the sea side of this small village. John took the old man to the clinic but the doctor was out at the moment, further going out of his way John proceeded to teat the wound now that he has better medical supplies, “you sure have skill of a doctor young man,” said the old man, “why yes, I know a little that’s why I’m going to med school but the bus broke down along the way therefore I missed the train,” “may… I’m sorry to hear that happen to you, that also means you have no where to say for the night, in that case I must insist you’d stay as my guest, I like to properly thank you for helping by opening my house to you.” With that said from the old man John was given the address to find his house and the old man left to go home, John would have walked him all the way there but the old man feels he’s been too much of a bother and that his house is not too far from here, as he wished John let him be. After his business was done here John was about to make his way till two men came rushing in the clinic dragging a young girl who looked unconscious, from head to toe she was soaking wet as the water dripped from her body, but oddly enough the lower part of her body is wrapped up in a towel as if to purposely cover her legs. “Who are stranger… and where’s the doctor,” said one of the men, “I came to see the doctor as well but it seem he’s out at the moment, but if you like I can be of some help, you see I’m studying to be a doctor and I’m very knowledgeable,” the two men scoffed at John’s willing to help out as they took the girl into the back room while giving him a look as if to tell him to mind his own business. He did so not wanting to make trouble and left the clinic. Later on in the evening John came to stay at the old mans house as the invitation was open for him, he was kindly greeted by the old man’s wife who looked a little younger then him, “welcome young man, I hear about you helping my husband and I like to thank you, I hope he wasn’t too much of a bother in having to you go so out of your way,” she said, “not at all I was happy help, and please call me John.” The old couple where very generous as to make John a big dinner and be good company as they talked about their lives and asked him some question, everyone opened open to share secrets about their lives as laughter often came out while talking finding ever of themselves interesting to each other. But then the mood was disturbed at a hard knock at the door, once the door as answered to see who it is it turns out that the two men from earlier was requesting for John but the old man spoke with them first to see what was the problem, he did this to protect his guest. “John it seems the doctor still hasn’t come back to the clinic and there is someone who is in need of aid, I hate to trouble you again but would you please see what you can do,” the old man asked, nodding his head John went with the men to help as they took him back to the clinic, shown to the back room he’d found the same girl that was dragged in early strapped down on the table and unlike before she was now all dried up without the long towel covering her legs to show she had ordinary human legs. “What happened to her,” John asked, “she’s just a mentally ill girl, she’d ran away from home and came to the beach where we found her swimming in the water, thankful he got to her in time before she’d drowned,” one of the men explained. John examined her and found some injuries on her body, “there’s some swelling to the back of her head and some bruising on both her arms,” indicating that that this girl was bounded against her will due to the bruising on her arms and the swelling to the back of her head was from when she was hit by a blunt object how some sore, John know something was wrong but he’d act normal and didn’t ask any questions. “Let me see what I can do so please wait outside,” the two men did as requested so John can treat her wounds, it seem she was dead or in a coma from the hit to her head, “what did they do to you,” he asked himself in a whisper while taking a icepack to treat the bump. OOC: I set this story for your character Skye Chanda Sea-moon, the villager’s kidnapped her when she was discovered in cave that was her home, for two years she’s been held captive, as Skye tried to escape earlier she was hit in the back of the head with a boat oar as she tried swinging out into sea. If you don’t like this RP I’ll come up with a better one to your liking.
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angeliquemoon
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Post by angeliquemoon on Aug 13, 2010 14:13:06 GMT -8
Once again her world was dark. It had happened before when they had taken her away from her beautiful home. So far from the waters in which she dreamed of. Caught to live with human legs, or in pools of mans designs to keep her in. Shallow pools where she could sleep, but not swim, just sit there with the tall fences around the edges dreaming of the wide glittering expanse of water that had been her home.
They hadn't checked properly, when they had come to fetch her from on of the pools and take her in the truck. She had heard them talking about shows, about money. Giving her bigger areas to swim, to live, while other came and watched, seeing with their eyes what had only been believed as great luck, or myth to see. Taking boat rides around her tank, having her come up to greet the wondering and amazing land people. It had sickened her, but while they were talking and making their plans they had forgotten to check properly, hadn't checked to see if she was secure enough, that she wasn't watching them, waiting, and planning. She had broke free of the back of the truck, and she was able to smell the salt in the air, and hear the waves calling to her. Her small bare feet pounding hard against the ground, rocks cutting into the soft soles, she had sprinted and slid down the hill. Her long blond hair flicking around her and behind as she propelled herself forward.
Her escape had made noise and they had come after her. She had finally reached her beloved ocean as the oar swung and hit the back of her head. A scream tore from her lips as she fell into the tide, and darkness crowded in as rough hands gripped tight around her arms and harsh rope around her ankles and wrists were tied tight.
And before the darkness took her, she had seen it. The vast sparkling crystal blue of the ocean, with its rolling waves, soft sands, and miles of freedom waiting for her.
Now though drifting in and out of the sea of black she heard voices around her. Hands shifting her back and forth. Then pain hit and she wished the darkness to take her again, but a voice came, soft and low, bringing with it a cold healing sensation. If she could only get the the water, then the pain would be free. But this voice didn't sound like the others, and she wished she could hide from it as the darkness slowly faded. The voice must have put ice, or water near her. A soft groan left her lips as her head pounded and the wounds on her body throbbed. And again she wished the darkness would return.
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Post by taitsutomu on Aug 17, 2010 13:44:45 GMT -8
In John’s feelings he’d knew that this girl was being held against her will as all sighs points to her body and how she was held captive, he looked over his shoulder to be sure that the men where gone however they were still there wait in the lobby whispering to each other. John could hardly make out what they are saying but there were words in earshot that are understood, “This is bad, haven’t I told you to keep her watched,” one man said, “how was I suppose to know, beside we got her back didn’t we,” “that’s besides the point, Mr. Yokoyama won’t accept damage goods, he’d paid high price for her and he doesn’t want to see on scratch on her, lets just hope to doctor can treat her injuries in time before our buyer coming here in about a week.” After those words the men talk much more silently to not have anyone over hearing them, especially John from the other room, “are they selling this young girl here… why,” John asked himself while treat her injuries. Moment later the men came back for her but John felt not to let them have her, “I’m sorry but I think it’s best to keep her here,” John said to the men, “why… you treated her so why can’t we?” “It’s best to at least keep her here for the night, I don’t know if she has concussion so moving her would be ill advised, she maybe in a comma due to the hit to the head.” John know they could risk hurting her any further, he used that excuse to have the men heed his words and they did so, “we’ll be back for her the next day, be sure to keep her strapped down, she a… mentally ill girl, a danger to herself and other.” With that said the men left leaving the clinic all together, John remove the girls bonds and cheeks her body in other area to see if she were hurt else where, “my god… what is this,” he found little paces of scales the same as a fish on her thigh leg. The way she’d moan painful John quickly took a pain killer in use of a syringe to help ease her pain, when it seem she was awakening he then took a glass of water and to it to her lips to drink.
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Post by angeliquemoon on Aug 31, 2010 17:35:51 GMT -8
Water. Cool clean fresh water. It was pressed to her lips and she drank greedily, never letting a drop spill from the glass that didn't land in her mouth. Her legs, a defense for her people, were still damp and she could feel the small scales slowly fading into smooth pale skin. The pain was leaving slowly, pained slivery white eyes blinked up at him, the violet streaks standing in sharp contrast against the rest of her eye. Soot black eye lashes fluttered softly as if to close again but she forced them open.
Blinking more to try to focus, what caught her attention first was the pair of blue eyes looking down at her. They had a watery quality, like the darker part of the ocean. But not quite, though it still reminded her of home. The red hair that hung in his eyes caught her interest next. He was definitely male, and so far males had hurt her.
A small pink tongue darted out to nervously wet her lips. She desperately wanted more water, but was too weak and afraid to ask for more. So turning her head away from him, her blond hair fell across her face, her breathing ragged making her breasts press against the thin material of the small shirt that hardly covered anything. Like her captors would let her wear normal human clothing. They had let her have the short top, that came to rest just below her breasts, it was a white thin cotton with short sleeves and 'Danger' written in cursive writing across the front. Her lower body was covered by a small skirt that reached about mid thigh but was also thin, as if she was nothing more than a street girl that they had picked up.
The skirt gave her the ability to transmute her tail into legs and back again with out ripping the article, or showing off any privet areas when she was in human form. She wasn't deemed human enough for panties.
Another human was now standing over her and she didn't know him, or his intent. He was most likely someone her captors trusted and had taken her too before they shipped her off to a zoo. How she hated them. Closing her eyes slowly, she started to plan her escape again. All she needed was to get rid of the unknown man, and she could easily fool those two nitwits once again but this time she was going to jump right for the water, and transform while jumping.
They may have the advantage on land, but she was the water itself in flesh form. She could breathe where they couldn't, and hide in places they could never reach. She would have to find a new cave, but if that was the price of freedom, so be it. For now she just needed to get more water, some food and regain her strength. After that, she could watch observe, and then be free.
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