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toxicodendron_radicansDeath came and she was replanted. Everything feels alien, yet she knows the names of the sounds, the words to decribe the stench in the air. She knows she is hunted. She cannot remember if she had any benefactors.
She wandered to a place called Sea Til. Some of the streets looked right. It smelled better than here. But it didn't feel right. She had acclimated to a new climate and she let the tar and stone ribbons through America take her here as if lured by some migratory instinct.
And so she sits on a bench in what she knows to be Robinson Park in some fiefdom named "Gotham," covered from the rain and the sun as to not be cased from this place until she understands why she is here.
She wandered to a place called Sea Til. Some of the streets looked right. It smelled better than here. But it didn't feel right. She had acclimated to a new climate and she let the tar and stone ribbons through America take her here as if lured by some migratory instinct.
And so she sits on a bench in what she knows to be Robinson Park in some fiefdom named "Gotham," covered from the rain and the sun as to not be cased from this place until she understands why she is here.
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Date: 2014-02-19 04:08 am (UTC)Dolemeck found himself running from a gang of adults. Adults who no doubt wanted the coat off his back or his shoes. They picked on the weak, the small, the frail. They picked on him.
It was not long before he found himself slammed up against a tree, within earshot of a bench in the park. Demands for money were made. They thought he had money? Did they know who he was?
The minute a knife was shown, every memory of the night his father died flashed before his eyes. He was frozen and he lost control of his bladder, which made the adults threatening him laugh. His mind went on a vacation, so he did not have to hear how they mocked him, or be there when they no doubt would kill him for all but fifty cents in his pocket.
This was the end... this was how he was going to die. At the hands of thugs, just like his father. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair at all.
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Date: 2014-02-19 04:28 am (UTC)The demand for more is the most familar thing.
The ones with knives the trees throw away and she won't bother with seeing where they land. That leaves the lost one. She keeps some distance even though he's being held by her decendants.
"You will tell no one of what you saw," she demands, her soft voice unaccustomed to use. "Say it. If we do not believe you, we will discard you like the others!"
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Date: 2014-02-19 04:33 am (UTC)"..." His lips parted, but no sound came out, other than a cry. He was weeping hysterically, like a small child. He could not speak, he could not tell this woman he would never reveal what happened! He was going to get thrown like those thugs and killed! Perhaps it would have been better if the muggers stabbed him to death.
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Date: 2014-02-19 04:37 am (UTC)She shakes her head and - yes, a memory. Something clear. The ground moved. Gotham was cut off. She was here and small humans were here. Lost and cut off. Trainable. They had open minds and less bad habits. She couldn't have them suffer. Not while there had been hope for some kind of co-existance.
"The Quake," she muttered out loud. "Where were you during the quake?"
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Date: 2014-02-19 04:44 am (UTC)She was impressed over his love of nature and his ability to plant seeds and care for them. Eventually, he was found and returned to his parents. Police said it was a marvel he was not more traumatized, as the Earthquake was an incredibly scary event for all.
His whole body continued to tremble against the tree, and his crying was trying to cease. For now, it appeared to be reduced to hiccups of some sort.
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Date: 2014-02-19 04:49 am (UTC)"Where were you during the Quake?"
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Date: 2014-02-19 04:51 am (UTC)All Dolemeck could do was nod his head to confirm that he was there at the Quake.
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Date: 2014-02-19 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-19 05:16 am (UTC)That sharpened nail tilted his head up, and then from side to side. The right side of his face was sporting a pretty bad scar... one that looks as though it never got any medical treatment. His skin was pale, almost a sickly pale. Eyes were a bright green and quite wide. And his hair? Black as night and reaching his shoulders from under his hoodie.
He looked as though he had not bathed in a long time and was painfully thin. It was obvious he was living on the streets of Gotham and that no one was caring for him... not anymore, at least.
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Date: 2014-02-19 05:22 am (UTC)"Eat. It will do her young good."
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Date: 2014-02-19 05:28 am (UTC)The offer of food from the bush that appeared made him salivate some. He quickly began to eat, as though his last meal was days ago (which was true). But to Ivy's surprise, Dolemeck saved the seeds from the berries he ate.
When he felt as though he had enough to eat, he knelt down on the ground and started to plant the seeds, something that was close to second nature with him. She could tell he was not doing this to impress her, it was just automatic.
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Date: 2014-02-19 05:36 am (UTC)"You were one of my children from the Quake. You learned well."
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Date: 2014-02-19 05:42 am (UTC)"Anderson Night, founder of "Greening Night Industries" , found murdered in his home in Gotham. His youngest child, Dolemeck Night, is currently missing. His older son, Anderson Night the second, has taken control of the company. He announced that the company would take a new direction, leaving the "green" industry behind, for a more profitable venture."
Under the article was a picture of himself with his Father. Granted, he did not have the hideous scar in the picture...
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Date: 2014-02-19 05:48 am (UTC)"Eat your fill and sleep well." she stokes his hair. "No harm will come to you, pet so long as you remain a good boy."
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Date: 2014-02-19 05:51 am (UTC)Perhaps it was her pheromones, or the toxins in her body, but he sudden collapsed at Ivy's feet. Sound asleep, and looking like a little angel.