Post by Camisado on Jun 27, 2007 1:44:12 GMT -5
Key
Soliloquy
Speaking
Action
Camisado
Knuckles
Cicatrix
~Lyrics~
-Memory-
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Date: Tuesday, June the Twenty-Sixth
Time: 7:05 AM
Location: Knuckles' House
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Date: Tuesday, June the Twenty-Sixth
Time: 7:23 AM
Location: Waverly Hills Sanatorium
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Soliloquy
Speaking
Action
Camisado
Knuckles
Cicatrix
~Lyrics~
-Memory-
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Date: Tuesday, June the Twenty-Sixth
Time: 7:05 AM
Location: Knuckles' House
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The menacing pain slowly crept it's way from inside his left shoulder, which he made sure was above the rest of his body to keep the pressure off it by sleeping on the opposite shoulder, towards the center of his body and into the upper back region. It soon spread upwards, through his neck and into his head. The sharp pain struck the top of his head and his forehead, strong enough to awaken him from his former subconciousness. Nearly a year later, and he was still feeling the effects from the two bullets that had gone stray and found themselves lodged in the wrestler's shoulder.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:.
It's just the fucking gift that keeps on giving.
The sun had begun to rise above the forested area nearly a mile away from the house that Josh had spent the night in. The light exerted from the sun had slowly made it's way into the room, through the gaps in between the white, plastic mini-blinds that were fixed in front of the glass window. The light crept across the floor and up the Queen-Sized bed, which was covered by a dark blue-flowered pattern set of sheets and blankets, and soon made it's way to Cicatrix's face and glared right into his eyes, forcing him out of the bed and out the door leading to the main hallway.
He stopped in the middle of the hallway and groggily scratched his head, which was covered by thick, messy black hair. Numerous scars were visible on his greatly tanned back, arms, and legs. The area from his waist to mid-thigh was covered by a thin, short pair of white, heart-patterned boxer shorts. As he yawned, he stretched his arms outward, soon continuing back down the hallway. Almost out of nowhere, he took a sharp turn, pushing the door in front of him out of the way. He spotted the bed across the room, blankets bunched up in a single pile. He quickly ran over to it, jumping straight on the pile. Much to his dismay, he found that pile only consisted of blankets and three throw pillows.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Oh.. Helllll no.. This can't be good.
He quickly jumped off the bed and began running throughout the house. He ran through the kitchen, past Knuckles, who had been cooking sizzling turkey bacon on the stovetop. Knuckles attempted to halt Cicatrix and say something to him, but he ran by too quickly to make himself noticeable. Without even getting dressed or simply throwing a pair of shoes on, he continued to run throughout the house and grabbed a set of keys off the silver hook in front of the large, cherry-oak front door, which he simply threw open as well, and ran outside, across the cobblestone walkway. Noticing his brother's car was not positioned in the driveway as it had the night before, he opened the single sleek door to his silver Ford Probe, soon starting it, and speeding off, out of the driveway, leaving Knuckles at the doorway, watching cluelessly.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. It's just the fucking gift that keeps on giving.
The sun had begun to rise above the forested area nearly a mile away from the house that Josh had spent the night in. The light exerted from the sun had slowly made it's way into the room, through the gaps in between the white, plastic mini-blinds that were fixed in front of the glass window. The light crept across the floor and up the Queen-Sized bed, which was covered by a dark blue-flowered pattern set of sheets and blankets, and soon made it's way to Cicatrix's face and glared right into his eyes, forcing him out of the bed and out the door leading to the main hallway.
He stopped in the middle of the hallway and groggily scratched his head, which was covered by thick, messy black hair. Numerous scars were visible on his greatly tanned back, arms, and legs. The area from his waist to mid-thigh was covered by a thin, short pair of white, heart-patterned boxer shorts. As he yawned, he stretched his arms outward, soon continuing back down the hallway. Almost out of nowhere, he took a sharp turn, pushing the door in front of him out of the way. He spotted the bed across the room, blankets bunched up in a single pile. He quickly ran over to it, jumping straight on the pile. Much to his dismay, he found that pile only consisted of blankets and three throw pillows.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. Oh.. Helllll no.. This can't be good.
He quickly jumped off the bed and began running throughout the house. He ran through the kitchen, past Knuckles, who had been cooking sizzling turkey bacon on the stovetop. Knuckles attempted to halt Cicatrix and say something to him, but he ran by too quickly to make himself noticeable. Without even getting dressed or simply throwing a pair of shoes on, he continued to run throughout the house and grabbed a set of keys off the silver hook in front of the large, cherry-oak front door, which he simply threw open as well, and ran outside, across the cobblestone walkway. Noticing his brother's car was not positioned in the driveway as it had the night before, he opened the single sleek door to his silver Ford Probe, soon starting it, and speeding off, out of the driveway, leaving Knuckles at the doorway, watching cluelessly.
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Date: Tuesday, June the Twenty-Sixth
Time: 7:23 AM
Location: Waverly Hills Sanatorium
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The compact, silver car, with the black, plastic windshield wipers working full-force to keep the continuously descending rain off the glass windshield. Though still hardly clothed, Cicatrix pops the sturdy car door open and quickly hopped out. He began running towards the broken chain-link gate, carefully choosing his steps on the cracked and battered concrete parking lot. Still running at full speed, he mercilessly shoved the gate out of his way, and was now running across a largely grown-in, grassy area.
As he approached the large, stony entranceway to the enormous, eerie building, seemingly out of nowhere, he stopped his stride and peered up at the building. For a few shorts moments, he basked in the awesomeness and spookiness of the stone building. Soon, a chill struck through his body, dispersing out from his spine. His body shuddered as he soon took an extremely large breath from deep inside his lungs.
Once again, he took off up the great set of stone steps that led to the doorway of the former tuberculosis hospital. Not paying attention to the placement of his steps, his left foot slipped underneath his body towards the top of the stairway, forcing the momentum to carry his upper body forward, his forehead bearing most of the force into the precisely formed cement, which tore off a great amount of skin and revealing the bright red blood that normally rested beneath the thin layer of skin directly above his right eyebrow.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Damn.. That's gonna be a good one.
Despite the pain that the slice across the flesh beneath his hairline had most likely brought to him, he convinced himself to form a sly smile on the left corner of his sleek, handsome lips. He immediately picked himself up off the stone and once again pursued the building that lay in front of him.
As he approached the front revolving doors of the sanatorium, he simply ran through glassed, circular room, and he soon found himself stopped, standing in the center of the main lobby area, panting and breathing deeply. The stiffness of the stubborn, terribly chilling air sent horrid messages into Cicatrix's lungs, causing a shortness of breath to him, which had reminded him of the chamber he had awoken in after nearly a year of being in a nearly breathless coma.
Frantically, he looked around the lobby, in every possible direction, searching for where his brother might have hidden himself. Of the three possible hallways, he chose to venture down the middle-most one, which was straight ahead of him, and seemed to be the most well-lit, though as he soon found out, it was still very dim and he still struggled to see in front of him, and where he was going.
He chose his steps carefully, hoping to avoid any cracks or whatever this spooky-looking place might bring him. One step on the ground felt a bit soft to him, so he casually stepped to the side to avoid any danger. That was probably not the most logical choice as with that one small step to the side proved that ground there to be even softer and more giving. The ground beneath him crumbled and he fell through the floor with it, crashing back-first on what felt like a concrete flooring, debris falling on top of him, covering his body with old, wet, and molded materials. He slowly picked his nearly-naked body up off the ground, attempting to wipe himself off, though his attention was grabbed by the figure he saw in front of him.
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.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
I haven't been here in ages, it seems. Eight years and this place hasn't yet changed a single bit. Sure, there's been the protests to tear it down. Sure, there's been the random few that have gone searching through here for the alledged "ghosts" and "ghouls", and all those other ghastly figures that aren't here.
People piss me off about this place. It's been the safest place I've ever slept in, yet people rage on and on about how dangerous it is, how many people have died here. I kinda just wanna yell at anyone who bad-mouths this place. I mean, come on! Of course people have died here! It's an abandoned tuberculosis hospital for god's sake!
I'm never gonna believe any of the myths I've been told about it. I've never faced any confrontation with anyone, or anything here, dead or alive. This place, although cold at times, has been nothing but pure bliss to me. It's the one place where I've always been able to gather my thoughts. This is, well.. It's my sanctuary.
As he approached the large, stony entranceway to the enormous, eerie building, seemingly out of nowhere, he stopped his stride and peered up at the building. For a few shorts moments, he basked in the awesomeness and spookiness of the stone building. Soon, a chill struck through his body, dispersing out from his spine. His body shuddered as he soon took an extremely large breath from deep inside his lungs.
Once again, he took off up the great set of stone steps that led to the doorway of the former tuberculosis hospital. Not paying attention to the placement of his steps, his left foot slipped underneath his body towards the top of the stairway, forcing the momentum to carry his upper body forward, his forehead bearing most of the force into the precisely formed cement, which tore off a great amount of skin and revealing the bright red blood that normally rested beneath the thin layer of skin directly above his right eyebrow.
.
«|Cicatrix|»|:. Damn.. That's gonna be a good one.
Despite the pain that the slice across the flesh beneath his hairline had most likely brought to him, he convinced himself to form a sly smile on the left corner of his sleek, handsome lips. He immediately picked himself up off the stone and once again pursued the building that lay in front of him.
As he approached the front revolving doors of the sanatorium, he simply ran through glassed, circular room, and he soon found himself stopped, standing in the center of the main lobby area, panting and breathing deeply. The stiffness of the stubborn, terribly chilling air sent horrid messages into Cicatrix's lungs, causing a shortness of breath to him, which had reminded him of the chamber he had awoken in after nearly a year of being in a nearly breathless coma.
Frantically, he looked around the lobby, in every possible direction, searching for where his brother might have hidden himself. Of the three possible hallways, he chose to venture down the middle-most one, which was straight ahead of him, and seemed to be the most well-lit, though as he soon found out, it was still very dim and he still struggled to see in front of him, and where he was going.
He chose his steps carefully, hoping to avoid any cracks or whatever this spooky-looking place might bring him. One step on the ground felt a bit soft to him, so he casually stepped to the side to avoid any danger. That was probably not the most logical choice as with that one small step to the side proved that ground there to be even softer and more giving. The ground beneath him crumbled and he fell through the floor with it, crashing back-first on what felt like a concrete flooring, debris falling on top of him, covering his body with old, wet, and molded materials. He slowly picked his nearly-naked body up off the ground, attempting to wipe himself off, though his attention was grabbed by the figure he saw in front of him.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.I haven't been here in ages, it seems. Eight years and this place hasn't yet changed a single bit. Sure, there's been the protests to tear it down. Sure, there's been the random few that have gone searching through here for the alledged "ghosts" and "ghouls", and all those other ghastly figures that aren't here.
People piss me off about this place. It's been the safest place I've ever slept in, yet people rage on and on about how dangerous it is, how many people have died here. I kinda just wanna yell at anyone who bad-mouths this place. I mean, come on! Of course people have died here! It's an abandoned tuberculosis hospital for god's sake!
I'm never gonna believe any of the myths I've been told about it. I've never faced any confrontation with anyone, or anything here, dead or alive. This place, although cold at times, has been nothing but pure bliss to me. It's the one place where I've always been able to gather my thoughts. This is, well.. It's my sanctuary.
Camisado was cut off by the massive commotion caused by the scene that lay before him/ He quietly watched the figure pick himself up off the ground and pat his body down, picking the rest of the stray debris off himself. Camisado simply gazed at him, his jaw wide open as he realized who the man before him was. The man saw him as well, and they both stood, staring at one another, until the silence was broken.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Josh.. What the hell are you doing here?
Camisado then picked himself up off the cold, hard ground as well, still staring at his brother.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
No, what the hell are you doing here?
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Don't even ask.. You just wouldn't understand.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Wouldn't understand? Wouldn't understand what? I'm your brother! I've got to understand you!
Camisado, out of disgust for this situation, throws his hands up in the air, and turns around in an attempt to reason with himself and his brother.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
You know I hate this city. You fucking know it. And all those years before Robert took us in with his family, we lived on the streets, for god's sake! I raised us! And those nights, after you would fall asleep, I left. I left you alone there and I walked all the way up here, because I knew that this was the only place in the whole damn city that I could be alone with myself and my thoughts. This place kept me SANE.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Dude, Ryan, I went through the same things you did, but I always thought it was each of us that helped eachother through it, not some abandoned old building.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
It was different for me.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Different? How the hell was it different? We were both on our own, we didn't have any parents, and all we had was eachother!
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
I had to grow up faster than I was supposed to. I had to raise you!
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Oh, you HAD to raise me? You didn't just do it because I was your brother and I was the only one there for you, and not to mention, I LOVE YOU! We were the only family we had anymore, but it looks like you've changed since then. I just don't get you anymore.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Yeah, I'm sorry I spent the past nine months getting over the death of my brother, and when I'm finally okay with it, here you are, coming back!
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Oh, you're the one complaining. I'm the one that got shot twice! I'm the one that woke up in an old chamber filled with dead bodies after a nine-month coma! Don't tell me how hard it's been on you!
Camisado, not knowing what else to do, and lost for words, slowly walks over to his nearly-nude brother. He wraps his arms around him and choked back the tears. Cicatrix attempted to comfort his brother by embracing him as well. Together, they tried their hardest to each choke back their tears.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.Josh.. What the hell are you doing here?
Camisado then picked himself up off the cold, hard ground as well, still staring at his brother.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. No, what the hell are you doing here?
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.Don't even ask.. You just wouldn't understand.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. Wouldn't understand? Wouldn't understand what? I'm your brother! I've got to understand you!
Camisado, out of disgust for this situation, throws his hands up in the air, and turns around in an attempt to reason with himself and his brother.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.You know I hate this city. You fucking know it. And all those years before Robert took us in with his family, we lived on the streets, for god's sake! I raised us! And those nights, after you would fall asleep, I left. I left you alone there and I walked all the way up here, because I knew that this was the only place in the whole damn city that I could be alone with myself and my thoughts. This place kept me SANE.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. Dude, Ryan, I went through the same things you did, but I always thought it was each of us that helped eachother through it, not some abandoned old building.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.It was different for me.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. Different? How the hell was it different? We were both on our own, we didn't have any parents, and all we had was eachother!
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.I had to grow up faster than I was supposed to. I had to raise you!
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. Oh, you HAD to raise me? You didn't just do it because I was your brother and I was the only one there for you, and not to mention, I LOVE YOU! We were the only family we had anymore, but it looks like you've changed since then. I just don't get you anymore.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.Yeah, I'm sorry I spent the past nine months getting over the death of my brother, and when I'm finally okay with it, here you are, coming back!
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. Oh, you're the one complaining. I'm the one that got shot twice! I'm the one that woke up in an old chamber filled with dead bodies after a nine-month coma! Don't tell me how hard it's been on you!
Camisado, not knowing what else to do, and lost for words, slowly walks over to his nearly-nude brother. He wraps his arms around him and choked back the tears. Cicatrix attempted to comfort his brother by embracing him as well. Together, they tried their hardest to each choke back their tears.
