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xx Confessions of an ex-murderer...
« Thread started on: Sep 25th, 2007, 8:24pm »

Arashi walked into the church, her hair shimmering and bouncing in the oversized bun she had put it in. She was sparkling, her eyes shown big and bright as always, and she seemed to glow. Now in a new town again, clean and unpacked, she felt it was only right that she confess and redeem herself once more. It was a common, almost ritualistic truth about her life. It was just how it worked for her. She lived somewhere for awhile, and once she's used up her resources in the area and made a slip up or two, she moved. When she reached her new destination, she prayed. And prayed and prayed and prayed.

This time was different however, she was coming on twenty years of age, surely she should be settling down somewhat. She had decided she would stay at the tavern until she made enough money to rent an area of property, which she would eventually pay off fully, to build herself a store, and in the back of the store is where she would make the stock and live until she made the money to build an upper story to live in, then she would be settled down. But for now, all she could do was pray...

She found an empty spot, well away from everyone else in the church, and sat to begin.

“Father, I find myself in a new town once again, with more pleads of redemption. I killed again. I have also stolen. My last town was rather eventful, as you have probably seen. I am sorry, you know of my weaknesses though… And I need to make a living some how. I couldn’t afford to open my store there, I was just barely skimming along as it was.”

She took a moment to peek around and make sure no one was within earshot of herself, then continued,
“This time is different though, I plan to settle down finally. Hopefully I will have built my house by my twentieth birthday so I can open a store in town. Then I’ll go to college! They have a university nearby. It’s only a train ride away. I promise, father. You’ll see. I’ll be good from now on. Amen.”

She finished up and sat there for a moment, enjoying the silence of her surroundings. After awhile, she took a deep breath, sighed, and stood up to leave.
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« Reply #1 on: Oct 4th, 2007, 5:20pm »

A slight cough. A slight shuffle. Almost no noise at all, like feathered wings brushing the dust in the darkness. Two heavy lidded yellow eyes peaked through the screen of a leaden confessional at the far end of the church. They seemed to almost glow in the darkness, barely concealed through the thin outer sheeting. And they stared for a moment, intensely, before blinking. Near by blacken lips curved upwards into a curious smile. Malicious certainly by nature but not necessarily containing mal intent. Or at least in this situation.

Suddenly the door to the confessional was slammed open with such force that it caused the whole wall to shudder and the wooden door to crack down the middle. The noise echoed obscenely in the quiet as Lenore stepped out to regard Arashi. Her hair was strange ragged blonde and half her face a lattice of crisscrossing lustrous black scars. She clomped bluntly up the center isle in huge black boots and with hands in her pockets of a long dark worn looking traveling coat.

Darling don't keep lying to yourself. came her low raspy voice. Almost chuckling in amusement. Confession never did anybody any good.
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« Reply #2 on: Oct 13th, 2007, 11:22pm »

"Wha..." Arashi looked up, "I'm sorry, I was sure nobody was listening."

She blushed and looked down.

"I never figured it did me any good with big guns upstares, but it puts me at peace." She commented in a low, poised tone, still staring down at her feet. She then looked up at Lenore, "But then, if confessions do no good, why is it that you find yourself here to inform me of this?"

Arashi caught Lenore's eyes, they were brilliantly gold, intense, and stern. She was caught off guard by the woman's sudden appearence. How was it that she didn't think to check in the confessional booths? She cursed herself for her stupidity in her head. She then continued, "And of all places, you were in a confessional, were you not?" She skimmed the girl up and down. Who is she? Arashi wondered. Driven as she was, Arashi found it strangly difficult to read her.
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« Reply #3 on: Oct 15th, 2007, 02:24am »

Albert paid no attention as he quietly (that is, as quietly as a guy half made of metalloid can be) made his way towards a center pew. He decided the sturdy wood would be able to support his weight, and promptly laid down on it. He had been awake for far too long, and needed rest, hoping this would be a safe enough place to sleep, because most people in the town seemed to have some notion of sanctuary, and hoped they wouldn’t search in a church for him.

Now fully rested, he takes his leave.
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