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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2013 20:03:24 GMT -5
She was still crying. The tears weren't real, not anything any human could touch. She wasn't even anything any human could touch anymore if she didn't want them to. She had been sitting in the living room of her small house all day, listening to the festivities going on outside, wanting so desperately to take part in them, yet waning to crawl into a hole and die. Ah, well, that was one thing accomplished, wasn't it? She was already dead! Mauled by bears! Quite the way to go.
She could see herself, her hands and her arms wrapped around her knees as she sat on that couch, the dress that had wrapped itself around her body, black and flowing. She was meant to dance in it that night, meant to awe the crowd with the movements of her dance and the lights that could come from her body. She had adjusted to the others being ghosts, being very dead, had grown close to Corde, something she hadn't expected, and even grew to like a few of the others. Xavi wasn't so bad...though she was still having a problem with children, and there was Puppetmaster. She wasn't so sure what to think of him, but he wasn't terrible.
Carmen fingered the hem of the black dress, watching herself fade in and out of existence. The makeup, well done by Corde and Xavi, enhancing what natural beauty she did have, was still there. It didn't run even with her tears; it was truly waterproof, but it was easy to see that she had been crying. What had she been thinking? Those bears were very real, Xavi was a ghost. They wouldn't have been able to touch him, yet she had thrown herself right into the midst of that. All she had seen was her baby sister, then red and pain, and then....nothing.
That light that had opened... That had inflicted the most pain on her, more than the physical pain of being clawed and bitten to death had. She had seen them, the family that she had lost not two years ago. The mother and the father that had taken her in from the orphanage, and the baby sister she had only just started to watch grow up. She could have gone to them, she could have! But he had grabbed her arm, had kept her on this planet! And now...she was dead...a ghost...lingering between the living and the dead.
She was so angry and sad. "Carmen... Maybe you should go out? You look so beautiful...you should let others see." The Swanna beside her was trying to cheer her up; she was devastated her master was dead, yet happy that she was still there, and pained that she was in so much hurt. "I don't want to go anywhere, Odette... But I wouldn't be surprised if some circus members barged into my house and made me join said festivities." She hadn't been ready to die. No. She had been. She had been ready to join her family on the other side, but Puppetmaster had kept her here. She had seen the look in his eye, and wondered what made him do that, but...she wouldn't question it. Not for now at least. "I regret telling them where I live now."
She curled up against her knees, more tears dripping from her eyes.
"Carmen speaking." Carmen thinking. "Pokemon speaking."
((ooc: maybe xavi goes first? dragging pup here? right through her door?))
x @puppet
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2013 13:05:36 GMT -5
do you remember what happened in September?
This day was important, right? He didn't understand why, but on this day every year all of the ghosts in the circus got really excited. He wondered why. He also felt really strong on this day. Like he could do anything. Usually he spent the day in his room, with Cleffa. Ring and Corde were never around on this day, and most of the other children went off to do their own thing. He was usually alone on this day. But not this time. This year was different- it had set itself apart from all of the other days in a way that he would have never expected or seen coming.
Carmen. The Black Swanna. He had liked her since he first saw her. She reminded him of a warm, happy feeling. But she didn't like him. Even when he brought her flowers, or shared his little treasures he found with her. Still, he was stubborn. He wanted to be her friend. She reminded him of his family- and that feeling was something that he desperately missed. He clung to it and followed it around even when it seemed hopeless.
He didn't understand what had happened that night. Why Ring had sent him out into the ring, told him to go over to the Ursaring. Wasn't that normally Lock's job? But he had obeyed- he looked up to Ring like a father figure and was always excited and happy to do whatever he asked. But that night it had been different. The Ursaring's eyes had been red- he could remember that. Then they'd gone after him. He hadn't moved because well- he was a ghost. They couldn't hurt him in any way. But then...
Carmen had flung herself in the way.
All he had done was stand there in shock. He didn't understand what had happened or why- it was all so fast. Corde had taken him away from the scene, despite him asking if he could go over and see if Carmen was away. The ring was red that night- he could still remember the sound of reverberating screams. People had left behind bloody footsteps. He couldn't remember if he had.
Ring took him aside and explained that Carmen was a part of the family now. She was dead- a ghost like them. He should have been happy, ecstatic that the one he looked up to like an older sister would never age and die and leave them. But it had all felt wrong. Ring wouldn't meet his eyes. Although Xavi didn't understand many things, he did understand death- very well. He remembered watching his family die. He remembered seeing the fear and pain in his brother's eyes- and the smell. Did he smell like death too? He couldn't tell. Ghosts couldn't smell.
Carmen was dead. Why did that make him feel so sad? It made him feel deflated and cold and empty. He knew death- was surrounded by it everyday. He was dead. Everyone was dead. But Carmen had not been dead. She had been warm and living and breathing. He would have liked to hug her one day and maybe that warmth could transfer over to him and make the loneliness go away. But then she had died and now he would never get that chance. Xavi stared at the wall in the walk-in closet, ancient and dusty clothes surrounded him. He couldn't touch them. A moth fluttered out of one of the pockets, passing right through him.
The one wish that he made every night on the first star was for Ring and Corde and him to finally be allowed to pass on. So that they could reincarnate- he wanted them to live together as one big family. He understood that as long as they were apart of the circus, that wish would never come true. The scary darkness held them here. Now it hd Carmen too- it was so hungry and it never stopped to consider their own feelings and wishes. He wondered if Carmen had a wish. He wondered if she was sad. He hadn't seen her since that night.
Xavi got up and floated through the closet doors. The circus was empty and silent. Had the ring been cleaned yet? Was it still stained red? If they were going to clean it, they would have had to get the living to come here- ghosts wouldn't be able to touch it. He thought about going to look, but decided against it. He hated blood- it reminded him all of the things he had lost.
He would go to visit her.
The circus hadn't been as empty as he thought it was. Puppetmaster had been there. Although the older ghost did scare him somewhat, Xavi liked going to visit him. He liked looking at the dolls and watching Puppetmaster work. He probably bothered the older ghost, but Xavi didn't notice. He was too young.
So when he ran across the ghost on his way to Carmen's house, he had decided to bring him along. The thought of him staying here all on his own in a dark and empty circus made him feel sad. He'd stubbornly taken ahold of the man's hand and pulled him along, not letting go until he'd finally gotten him to go along with him. Feffa was there too. The zombie poke'mon followed along after the two, drifting on the wayside. He hadn't noticed when she started following them, but there she was. This was nice. It was like going for a walk with his older brother again. Happily, Xavi held Puppetmaster's hand and ran forward, his feet never quite touching the ground.
Her house had a big "For Sale" sign on the front yard.
She had died so it made sense. Xavi didn't know if she had any living family members left who had decided to sell the house, or if the bank had seized possession of it and sold it. That seemed sad. He wondered if there had even been a funeral. What had happened to her mortal body? His own was no longer even bones.
Xavi entered her house.
1021 words @ @carmen & @puppet
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2013 18:01:10 GMT -5
To the soul wandering all alone Enter puppetmaster Do not be afraid, wandering child He would have preferred to stay in the solitude of his own quiet workshop. The doll's did not speak, nor did he, it had been a symbolic silence. Until the ghost child Xavi had appeared and dragged him along to Destinae knew where. The Puppetmaster was used to the child watching him work with his precious dolls and usually payed the child no mind. He would just sit there and never got in his way, so why bother? He did not protest as the boy grabbed his hand and moved towards where the humans usually slept in this day and age. Two colored eyes took note of the large FOR SALE sign that sat outside one of the houses in the front lawn. It was then that he remembered the night where Carmen had died. Although for the ghost, he had not seen Carmen, he had seen Lucille, his wife. Both women bore a strong resemblance to one another and when he had seen the bears lunge for the woman. Alas, it had been too late and the woman had died, yet Puppetmaster wasn't going to let her soul be whisked away from the plane of the living, no not again.. He grumbled something to himself when he realized he had been idle in his thoughts for much too long. "What are we doing here child?" He asked as he shifted through the door. There was no warmth within this household, only cold. Was there a ghost here? Then he remembered how Carmen had became one of them. Xavi had been a close friend with the former human right? Why did he have to tag along with the ghost boy? After all he didn't care for the newly born ghost woman. Dance to the Dark Carnival Exit The Child of the Night tags: #CARMEN, XAVI words: 334 notes: bleh credits: Template by PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style
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