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Post by Felix on May 27, 2015 22:22:43 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| 0234 WORDS APOLLOTAGGED notes WORDS | It was late at night in the Castle that Never Was, and Felix was bored. He had only been here a couple days but the nights for him here the worst part of it all. This place was so boring, the white walls leaves the mind to much room to wander. For Felix that is a bad thing, for when his mind wanders, he always goes back to that place. The same was prone to happen when he slept, his mind would be wrought with nightmares of the most unruly kind. He would wake oh so hungry thinking it had been days since he had last ate.
So he didn't normally sleep much at night. Walking along the falls, chewing on the inside of his cheek, drinking the blood that spilled at he pierced the flesh. The flesh soon after reknitting itself back together, for him to do it again. It had gotten quite good and elevating his hunger with his own blood and bone. But it only lasts so long.
Spotting xanders door, Felix walks up to it, giving it a once over. He was told not to go running to his room when it was really late, something about a pet of some sorts called apollo. Felix didnt like eating animals as much as humans of what ever form. Shrugging Felix opens the door, and first spots that Xander isnt here. odd.
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Post by APOLLO on May 27, 2015 23:14:45 GMT
 LETS PAINT IT RED TO FIT IN. There he was just minding his own business, drawing the 100th picture of this creepy girl that he kept thinking about, when there was a knock on the door. White pages covered the low coffee table and the couch behind it. The only clean spot in that area was the place that Apollo was sitting. The drawings of the girl looked very similar to himself but with very long black hair and a blank expression no matter what kind of situation he drew her in. Most of them were fighting sequences or survival instances. Apollo jumped in his seat on the ground next to the table. But he didn't go to open it. He didn't like opening the door even while Xander was there. So he instead sat silently and stared at the door with his wide black eyes. When it opened Apollo slipped away from the low table and crawled over to the couch and ducked behind it. Xander never knocked before he came in. This was his room after all, why would he need to knock? But why would someone who knocked need to come into the room while Xander was gone? Unless this world was beginning to turn on him. It hadn't done that yet as he expected. Sitting behind the couch his breath stopped, his movement was limited. Whoever it was, or whatever it was, Apollo didn't want to know. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Felix on May 27, 2015 23:28:09 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| 0222 WORDS APOLLOTAGGED notes WORDS | Felix sighs as he looks around the room, it already looks better then his. At least more cluttered. Maybe if Felix panted the walls or something his would look better, put in a fridge where he can keep snacks. He chuckles, I could paint it with my own blood if I wanted. He feels his small fairy pet land softly on his shoulder. Red would have a hay day watching me do it, trying to suck up all of the blood before it dried. That could be fun to watch.
Red nudges his cheek, likely smelling the blood that felix have been drinking to keep himself at peace. Laughing Felix sticks his thumb in his mouth and bites down with a crunch, the sound of the bones breaking and grinding resounding of the walls of the room. That really was a lovely sound to Felix.
He holds up his hand that just removed the thumb of to Red, and the little evil esk Fairy drink greedily. All the while he chews on his finger food. Crunching away like any normal person would to a stick of celery.
Felix starts to look around of this Apollo thing, maybe it would care to join him for a bite. Of course that is if it had the same kind of tendencies of Felix and Xander.
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Post by APOLLO on May 28, 2015 2:14:05 GMT
LETS PAINT IT RED TO FIT IN. There was a chuckle. So it was a person. A Heartless like him? A Nobody like Xander? A person with a heart like Xander talks about? Why was he here? What did he want? It was definitely a male. But it wasn't Xander. The voice was definitely not Xander's voice. CRUNCH! Apollo flinched at the sound. He knew what that was. He'd heard it before. That was the sound of a broken bone and the ripping of skin and the meat underneath. He'd heard that sound many times before. He didn't know where, and he didn't remember why, but he was absolutely sure that he'd heard it before. He wasn't supposed to be in here. He was absolutely sure. Xander would have warned him about someone coming into the room right? Then this couldn't be Xander's fault. So it was an intruder. An intruder that that didn't belong. In his fingers a weapon formed. A small dagger this would be all he needed to defend Xander's room. Either the person was here to hurt Apollo, or he was here to do something to Xander or his room. The Dagger flipped in his hand and then he peeked out very slightly from the shadow of the couch. His eyes landed on a man. Blond. Blood on his hand. His eyes black and red like Xander's, except they had a crazy glint, while Xander's were cool, calm. They made Apollo feel relaxed. A sense of protection flared inside Apollo and he tossed the dagger at the strange man, but the minute it left his fingers it vanished into a blaze of smoke. His eyes widened in shock and he did the only thing he could think to do. Hissssssss from behind the couch. Hiissssssss. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Felix on May 28, 2015 2:57:54 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| 0296 WORDS APOLLOTAGGED notes WORDS | This little adventure really wasnt getting any better the sitting in his room was. All he had planned to do was see if Xander was here, maybe check out his pet. It was about time he left, maybe he would leave the castle for a late night snack. But as he steels himself to just leave it he sees something out the corner of his eye.
Like a predator sensing prey, his eyes snap to the back of the couch, but they are the only thing that moves, the rest of him still perfectly still. Well well well, it looks like someone managed to walk into his friends room before him. He watches as this person flips a dagger and starts to throw it at him, but as he does so it disappears in mid air. This catches Felix by surprise, he wasn't going to dodge it, but take it to see who strong this guy is. He would have healed the wound quickly enough.
But that wasn't the only thing that happened that was strange. The dude started hissing at Felix. For some reason it sends him mind spiraling out of control to memories to his time in that damned prison so far done the most he could muster where hisses himself.
Closing his eyes tight he places his hand on his head, blood smearing onto his face as he tries to regain control. His thumb has about finished regenerating as his mind clears again after a moment.
He looks over to the person his eyes softer then before. Maybe this is the pet Xander had been talking about, someone who acts like but an animal. With red drinking the smearing of blood on his face he squats down. "Apollo?" it was worth a try.
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Post by APOLLO on May 28, 2015 4:55:44 GMT
LETS PAINT IT RED TO FIT IN. His hissing had some effect at least. It was meant to be a warning after all. But instead the man seemed to have some kind of an emotional reaction to the hissing. He had shut his eyes and placed his bloody hand on his head, the blood smearing around his face. And he could also see that his broken finger was actually healing, rather rapidly. The little red light beside him dripped with blood and finger meat. But then the man did something he could not even hope to expect. He knelt down to his own level and said, "Apollo?" Apollo froze. Stopped the hissing, stopped breathing altogether. His whole body completely still. This man, he knew his name. The shock was apparent in his eyes. As well as the crazy fear that continued to grow. Apollo had told no one but Xander his name. And only Xander would have been able to give it, unless he'd heard from someone else in the castle. Why was he here? What did he want with Apollo? His whole body became stiff and tense. There was so much blood that he couldn't mean anything to Apollo but harm. With wide eyes Apollo watched the man closely. Blood... It meant death. Death, meant survival. He knew he'd survived a great many things. He didn't know what those things were, but he was sure that he needed to survive. There was an important reason. A reason to survive. He didn't know if the man meant him any harm. But he did not want to find out. Somehow... he had to find Xander. Somehow... He had to survive. Should he first decide whether or not the man meant him harm? And yet if he did and he guessed wrong? Then he would have to fight. And you can bet he would fight to the death and the bitter end. Without another word Apollo slipped deeper into the shadows of the couch. Now he couldn't see the other man but with another dark dagger forming in his hand he was sure that he could take the man down if he was attacked. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Felix on May 28, 2015 18:31:40 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| 0296 WORDS APOLLOTAGGED notes WORDS | Felix sighed, he had a sudden need to gain Apollo's trust. A strange kind of kinship had formed in his slightly addled mind. But he wasn't sure what it would take, he remembered what it was like when he became so deranged in the prison. But he is currently under the assumption that this, and what Apollo is going thought is different. That would make sense, Xander really wasn't the type to store food.
So still in his squatting position he looks around the slightly messy room. Then it dons on him, he isnt actually supposed to be in here. It almost makes him laugh, that is why Apollo is in a tissy. He has encroached on his area without permission without any kind of sign of good will.
Since Felix was not of the mind to turn back now he looks for something he could offer to Apollo. A small round piece of candy sits right next to him. Disgusting things, horrid and he would never eat them. But maybe Apollo liked them? There was only really one way to tell, and though he did see lots of other candy wrappers on the ground he still couldn't be sure. This was Xanders room so they could be his.
But taking a chance Felix grabs the piece of candy for a moment, prompts his face to show a smile, and shuffles forward just enough to be able to offer the candy to Apollo. Of course he hopes that the smile doesnt turn out twisted and strange. He didnt have much practise with those, and his slight deformities never helped.
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Post by APOLLO on May 30, 2015 21:22:01 GMT
 LETS PAINT IT RED TO FIT IN. There was a few moments of silence before he heard the man sigh. Curious as to why, the Heartless crawled back over to see. He only peeked this time. Apollo wasn't going to attack unless necessary. He rather cared little for fighting. But since it was the easiest way to defend himself, he would indeed indulge in a fight if it was necessary to save his life. If not, then there would be no need for him to get into a fight and things could go on as normal. He watched the man closely. He was still squatting down low to the ground, much like himself. His eyes scanned the ground for something. Apollo wondered what. When he found what he was looking for, he picked it up and offered it out to Apollo with a deranged grin. He even scooted up forward toward Apollo to try and show his "offer of friendship." Apollo hesitated for a couple moments, just staring at him. This was an attempt at being friends wasn't it? Or was this an attempt to get him to come out of his hiding spot? Well... It possibly didn't matter, cause if the man looked the way he did and still hadn't attacked Apollo then maybe he just wasn't going to. The problem was, Apollo didn't have the words to ask questions or tell him to go away. And besides, that piece of candy looked so good. How had he missed that one? He glanced at the piece of candy and then back up at the man with a blank expression. Slowly, slowly, he crept out from behind the couch, the shadow dagger still in his hand. His eyes were always on the intruder. Until he was close enough to grab the piece of candy. In which case he stopped and reached out for it. Taking the piece of candy, Apollo brought it back to himself and started opening the wrapper. He'd done this so many times he didn't even have to look at it. Once done he tossed the wrapper back onto the floor and popped the candy into his mouth. Then at which point he became curious. Slowly he reached out once again to the man, and this time he grabbed hold of the hand that had been eaten from and he began to study it. Turning it in his fingers, feeling the rough edges where the scars were. Why did he do this to himself? Why was his finger growing back? Did all people like him do that? MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Felix on Jun 2, 2015 0:08:19 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| 0214 WORDS APOLLOTAGGED notes WORDS | Felix was glad to see Apollo make his way out from behind the couch. That was that feeling right? Being a nobody, and his years in that prison made it hard to tell. Sometimes he thinks he is still in the accursed place, and all of this is just his mind trying to make an escape for him. But them he starts to chew on his fingers, feels both the pain and ease of hunger. No, his mind could not make this up.
Noting the questioning look at Apollo examines his hand he chuckles. He must wonder why I do this, he must not know of the hunger I have, the eats away at me, if I do not eat away at myself. It is a hard thing to control, but he starting to appreciate that he had started to. Before this person would just be a bloody mess below him. Not anymore.
"Hunger" Felix says softly as he watches Apollo's fingers trace over the scars that he has collected. Either from him eating himself or those damned rats. From what he had seen so far this creature of sorts could not talk. But Felix can see from the light in his eye's he would have quite a lot to say if he could.
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Post by APOLLO on Jun 2, 2015 7:53:55 GMT
 LETS PAINT IT RED TO FIT IN. Hunger? He thought looking from the eyes of the man and back down at his hand. That sound that he'd heard from when he had broken the bone and ripped the sound. He remembered it well. He remembered how his entire body had tensed at the sound. This person... There were so many scares on his body, and not just on his hands. He traced the stranger's rugged palms, and then look at his own. His own hands weren't exactly smooth and clean. He had his own scars, and they were what reminded him everyday of the life that he once had to have had. But his memory failed him every single time. Letting go of Felix's hand Apollo made his way over to the table where all of the sheets of paper were scattered. Each piece held the appearance of a young girl that looked much like himself. Taking a new clean sheet of paper, he picked up the pencil that sat next to the stack of clean sheets and then began to sketch. It took him a couple moments to finish the picture, but when he was done he produced a very detailed black and white sketch of Felix himself. It was quite a good depiction of him too. Felix himself stood over a dead female caracas wearing an insane grin upon his face throughly enjoying himself. The hunger, the power, the control. Blood flowed everywhere. The little glowy thing that followed around Felix's head was also in the picture, but honestly Apollo had no idea what it was for, so he simply put it floating around Felix's head in the picture as well. When he was done he admired it for a moment and then went over to Felix and offered it to him. At the corner of the picture there was the simple word "eat?" in fancy creepy-like letters. With wary eyes he watched the man curiously, what would he think of the picture? Is that truly what the man ate? He hoped it was, he didn't want to offend the man, but that was how he saw him anyway. That was how he imagined him. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Felix on Jun 2, 2015 18:17:50 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| 0214 WORDS APOLLOTAGGED notes WORDS | It was odd to have another so close and not have the immediate urge to eat them. Felix was no sweet heart, he was for all intensive purposes he was a monster in every sense of the word. Most people considered him totally evil, and the worst of the worst. But he had already formed a soft spot for one person, Xander. They shared something in common that was very important to Felix. He could feel the strange soft spot forming for Apollo, not for the same reasons, but more out of interest.
Apollo let go of his hand, and Felix rested in on his knees. As Apollo made it over to the table with all the scraps of paper and starts to draw very quickly. After a couple quick moments he seems to finish, then admire the piece of work. Talking back over he seems to offer it to Felix. Its odd, Felix feels strange, almost surprised that he was being offered something. Like this apollo didnt see him for the monster he was.
Looking over the picture Felix is taken aback, it is a picture of him. Standing over a fresh kill it looks like, with Red floating around his head. It was simple, and in black and white, but it was very detailed and well done.
Tracing the letters of "eat" with his finger he looks up at Apollo, smiling. "I love it"
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Post by Xander on Jun 4, 2015 6:57:00 GMT
Be careful, you are not inwonderland 
The nobody was in a particularly good mood. Well, he was content, but kept a fake smirk on his face. He had a shopping bag in one hand, and his other was idly twisting at the taper in his ear. He'd finally decide to go up a size and it, wasn't generally comfortable yet. But it looked nice.
With work out of the way, and some shopping done, he was ready to get down to business. He also had something for Apollo. Other than the regular candy shopping, the nobody had stopped by a book store and bought a few cute looking kindergarten writing practice books. Sure Apollo probably already knew a lot of this stuff.
But Xander figured they would allow the heartless to practice when he wasn't around. It felt kind of like he was giving him homework, and he wasn't sure if Apollo would even use them...Though he would reward him if he did. The nobody came upon the door to his room and went to unlock it. Did he even lock it when he left? Pffft, no.
The nobody quietly turned the doorknob and swung the door inward. He saw Felix first. His heart stopped beating for a moment. Why was he here? Xander narrowed his red eyes and glanced over the room. Okay, Apollo was fine...The room smelt sort of metallic. Probably from Felix chewing on himself.
He had to admit the smell had scared him. He really thought the nobody did something unforgivable...Well two things unforgivable. Xander stood in the doorway, dropping the bag next to his feet. His expression cold, threatening, he locked his eyes on Felix. Karma. This is Karma.
“Do you want to explain what the f*ck you're doing in here?!”
His tone was quiet and low. He's angry, very very angry. Sure nothing bad seemed to have gone down. Apollo was fine, Felix looked happy. But there was one major problem with this picture. Someone came into his room, without his permission. Apollo didn't invite people in. So entirely uninvited it was. The nobody felt like his privacy had been invaded.
To Xander, this situation felt similar to the scene in No Good Deed, when the woman walks in on the guy playing with her kids. It's just unnerving. But instead of being horrified. Xander felt bloodthirsty.
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Post by APOLLO on Jun 4, 2015 7:30:43 GMT
 LETS PAINT IT RED TO FIT IN. When the strange person saw his picture and smiled at it, Apollo relaxed. He wasn't sure if he would offend the man or not, but he was glad that he didn't. That was how he saw him, and it seemed that he had probably been right on more then one level of understanding. Though... He could never see himself eating human flesh. Not that it was disgusting, but it just wasn't his thing, and it brought too many feelings around. Scary feelings that Apollo hated. But when the door opened to reveal Xander, Apollo flinched back. He'd been about ready to go back and hide behind the couch when he noticed that it was actually Xander. And Apollo relaxed. He was glad that his friend was here. While he had been getting along well with the stranger that he still didn't have a name for, he'd still felt very tense about him randomly being there and barging in on him. He still didn't really know who this person was, but at least he wasn't going to hurt Apollo. But... then... did that mean he was here to hurt Xander? Apollo was about to go over to Xander when he noticed the nobody narrow his eyes. Not a good sign... He was still sitting on the floor in his usual curled up position. But at the sight of Xander's anger, Apollo seemed to shrink back. His wide black eyes flicking back and forth between Xander and the stranger... who wasn't supposed to be in the room. He was going to be in trouble wasn't he? He'd never seen his friend this mad before. Apollo watched as he dropped the bags in the doorway. Suddenly very afraid Apollo spun around and slunk back behind the couch, unsure of what to do. While Felix had been nice to him, He still had no idea who he was or if he had meant to come in here to do any harm to Xander. However, it seemed, that if he got in the way of anything, it would turn out absolutely pointless. If there was a fight, Apollo would be 100% on Xander's side. But he really didn't want a fight, and he really didn't like Xander being angry the way he was right now. But this was Xander's room, he had every right to be angry that the other guy was in here. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Felix on Jun 4, 2015 8:34:57 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| 0214 WORDS APOLLOTAGGED notes WORDS | Felix say Apollo's reaction before the door fully opened. He was pretty sure it was Xander, it smelled like him at least. Felix was quite happy about that, cuz he was thinking of going out, he was starting to get hungry so he wanted to get something to eat before he could lose control to close to Apollo. He was quite liking the artistically skilled heartless? He wasn't sure but he was sure that was a safe guess with him and the shadow dagger thing.
As Felix turns lightly on his heels he looks over to Xander, he seems angry, neat. Felix has yet to see him mad so maybe this will be as good a time as any. But Felix did wonder, why the heck he was mad. He did say I could go to him room if I wanted to, right? Felix things back to talking with Xander the day before. He remembers! "you can bang on it when you need assistance or whatever" Felix was sure he had said that. Even if he hadn't its just a room.
Felix goes for a friendly smile, likely failing horridly. "Making new friends" he slowly waves the picture in the air trying to make sure to not damage it. He planned to pin it to his room wall when he got back.
"Is there an issue?" Felix lets his honest confusion shine through his features. Having been locked up for as long as he can remember in that prison has mostly destroyed his sense of privacy and ownership.
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Post by Xander on Jun 4, 2015 9:11:15 GMT
Be careful, you are not inwonderland
The nobody's red eyes flicked over to Apollo. He didn't mean to scare the heartless. Truly. Though it couldn't be helped. Xander hadn't really gotten as angry as he was now around him. He was practically fuming. Scaring his friend couldn't really be helped. And he'd have to tell him it was all okay. After, he dealt with Felix.
His eyes went back on Felix. Anger and intensity., his body was tense, and getting tenser as Felix spoke. Why the hell was he so happy? No this isn't acceptable, doesn't he realize that? You don't enter someone's private space without permission. Nor do you get all buddy buddy with their family...Is that what Apollo was now? It felt like it. Pet, friend, family member? Child maybe? Xander couldn't put a finger on what he was feeling in that account.
“Are you f*cking kidding me?Of course there's an issue!”
He didn't mean to shout, it was all just, reflex. There was a bit of guilt in the back of his head, because of the heartless behind the couch. The smile on Felix's face made him want to hit him even more. No not hit. He wanted to carve out his eyes, chew them up, and spit them back into the nobodies empty sockets... That was a weird thing to feel. Xander raised his arms in the air in frustration.
“You, come into MY room, UNINVITED. harrass and or eat my Apollo, and think there is no issue?! Are you 12?! “
Xander had no chill, no chill at all. In fact, he didn't even catch the my that slipped into that sentence. Everything was just pouring out. He had a one track mind right now. All he wanted to do was go off on Felix. He liked the guy, he did, he was interesting, and nice to be around. He was good friend material. But this, this wasn't okay. Since they were getting along great it made it all the worse. He's so ragey, he barely noticed just what was on the paper in Felix's hand
If he caught a member he barely paid attention to in here, he'd yell at them to get out, and it would be over. But the fact that someone he may or may not have trusted came barging in. And for what reason? What could he possibly want in this room without Xander in it? Apollo? His candy? His underwear? Maybe even his documents? Secrets even?
“Why. Why did you come here?”
His voice was low, dangerous. He would've asked if someone put him up to it but. As far as Xander knew Felix hadn't really gotten close with the others.
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