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Post by Joel Quemont on Apr 23, 2008 23:52:23 GMT 5
Joel raised an eye-brow ~why wouldn't i come?~ he asked tilting his head to the side ~i want to know your long story~ he pressed with a smile showing the tips of his teath. He jostled with the note pad in his hand. ~plus i need a new poem to write~ he emphasised showing his empty sketchpad.
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Post by John Ford on Apr 28, 2008 16:53:28 GMT 5
John smiled, "I don't know, I just-" John held himself in disconfort. And with a low voice John replied with "-not many people would have returned" John looked up with a smile. "Like I said my story is long and complicated, frightning and, dangerous and... Not many people would understand me if I told them, ca-can I trust you?"
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Post by Joel Quemont on Apr 28, 2008 18:11:29 GMT 5
Joel gave a sweet smile letting his teath shine to the setting sun ~ofcourse you can~ he thought to John letting his Oceany blue eyes entrance him. He let them riddle with his mind of how they seemed to match him like the crashing waves ocean not many would tread.. the salty trenches of wich they make like the path of tears. Joel had already had the beggining of his poem. (he he he finally)
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Post by John Ford on May 2, 2008 5:38:53 GMT 5
John gazed into Joel's eyes so passionatly. John suddenly went red, without any reason John just turned. John smiled, but turned away asking softly. "What are you looking at, is there something on my face?" John asked looking back at Joel. "If you want a new picture for you sketch just ask okay?" John smiled.
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Post by Joel Quemont on May 7, 2008 12:22:13 GMT 5
~are you just trying to avoid the story?~ he asked him watching him go red.. he felt as if he could trust John in his mind and that John could trust him with anything.. no matter how dark or sad it was.. no matter how many salty drops made the dark ocean of his life.. it was only human to be what he was.. poems where forming in his mind rapidly but usually they would come slow and steady through the emotions he felt but now it seemed to just make sense.. he wandered what feeling was causing this?
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Post by John Ford on May 7, 2008 20:01:29 GMT 5
John looked away, questioning whether or not he would actually tell someone. He had odd feelings for Joel and the thought that he could trust him made him want to tell him. John took a deep breath and looked at him, "please don't judge me, and please you have to understand all that I'm telling you is real" John gave him the very serious look to reasure him what he was.
John took a deep breath and sighed. Taking in deep cleansing breaths:
"I was born into this world like everyone else, but it turned out I wasn't human. In fact I'm still finding out who and what I am. I have mother, but she died when I was born. She was a Necromancer, human Necromancer. Necromencer believe that in order to give life, you have to take it. So in birth she gave death. My father, was a devil named Advocat. So I had the abilities of the purest of magicks, necromancy and the darkest of magicks, demonology. At first I was confused, whether or not I was a demon, half demon or mortal. I'm nether. I am a creature of pure evil, a Hell God. I was cast out of hell because I was going to rule it. I ruled with three other Hell Gods, but when I wanted to rule it all by myself, they cast me out. In prisoning me in human bones. I was once known as Osiris, Apocolypto, bringer of darkness, creature of hell. In this earth I was ment to distroy it, casting it into darkness, and in slaving all human souls in eternity. Bringing them to there knees and bringing hell forth to this world. But because of my abilities, I also had the abilities of a Necromancer. Because of my mother, I have the abilities of an Angel. I have the ability to hell and cure, to bring hope and light. I have two sides to me, my dark and light side. If I try to get rid of one I'll die, but deep down I know I'm a horrible... Horrible... Monster..."
John stopped almost drentched in his own tears. John looked at Joel, "I'm sorry" John got up quickly as he began to strole away. "I can't let you see me like this!" John wanted to get far away as Joel as possible. Why had he told him, why? John felt so bad, he didn't want Joel to know what he was, and now John felt as if he had ruined the friendship forever...
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Post by Joel Quemont on May 8, 2008 11:14:47 GMT 5
"I was born into this world like everyone else, but it turned out I wasn't human. In fact I'm still finding out who and what I am. I have mother, but she died when I was born. She was a Necromancer, human Necromancer. Necromencer believe that in order to give life, you have to take it. So in birth she gave death. My father, was a devil named Advocat. So I had the abilities of the purest of magicks, necromancy and the darkest of magicks, demonology. At first I was confused, whether or not I was a demon, half demon or mortal. I'm nether. I am a creature of pure evil, a Hell God. I was cast out of hell because I was going to rule it. I ruled with three other Hell Gods, but when I wanted to rule it all by myself, they cast me out. In prisoning me in human bones. I was once known as Osiris, Apocolypto, bringer of darkness, creature of hell. In this earth I was ment to distroy it, casting it into darkness, and in slaving all human souls in eternity. Bringing them to there knees and bringing hell forth to this world. But because of my abilities, I also had the abilities of a Necromancer. Because of my mother, I have the abilities of an Angel. I have the ability to hell and cure, to bring hope and light. I have two sides to me, my dark and light side. If I try to get rid of one I'll die, but deep down I know I'm a horrible... Horrible... Monster..." (its good but Slick is better LOL)
Joel didn't know what to say he was amazed that this boy could hold so much in him so many choices.. A ripple in the see nether really stops it just fizzles down to where no one cares of it.. where itis brilliance is treeted as if it never egsisted.. He looked into John's eyes thinking of the story and how young he was a tear formed and rolled down his cheek ~your not a monster death is eventual like everything and your mother was right~ ~for if a tree is to grow a flower must grow old and die~ he said this in his mind softly but strongly to help get the message to John to help him know what Joel thought was true..(does this mean im not human)
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