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Post by devililltheden on Apr 26, 2010 6:32:59 GMT -5
All her life she had hated places just like this one. Her parents had always forced her to come to places like this at least three times a week till Devi turned sixteen and she decided that she didn’t want to go anymore. Day after day after day the gorgeous brunette had hated sitting in that booth, listening to an old man lecturing them on all the things that they could fuck up on in life and it would get them all send to hell. Most of the time she was just making a list of it to ensure that she would go to hell. She would much rather go there then be stuck with all those goody two shoes that were all about enjoying their afterlife in a pure way. At least if she went to hell she would be able to have some fun, a much better deal in her eyes. Other thing she was practicing her piano on the edge of the booth in front of her, because it was the only time that she was bored enough to seriously practice. Either way, Devi had never paid attention to what the man was trying to tell her, the only thing that she ever did was look around and flirt with the boys that sat on the other side of the church. It was actually at church that she learned how to flirt, at least how to flirt on a distance. And yet, even though she hated the place so much and she never wanted to go back to one, when her first real day off since she had moved there came to be it was the first place that she wanted to visit.
The little brunette stood in front of the cathedral, her head slightly tilted, her hair flowing behind her in the soft but still cold wind and a cigarette dangling between her index and her middle finger. She licked her lips, her tongue running past the bright red color that she had painted her lips in before leaving her small apartment. It was weird how she felt as she stood in front of the cathedral, she could almost hear her mother telling her to button up her shirt, her father sighing and her older sister rolling her eyes and muttering something about hating the fact that she was related to such a slut. Thinking about that just made her more and more confident that leaving had most definitely been the best decision that she had ever made. If she had stayed there she wouldn’t have changed but she would have been a lot of frustrated than she was now that she was on her own. Her life was much better without her family breathing down her neck.
She set the cigarette against her lips and inhaled deeply, letting the gray smoke run through her lungs before it made its way out of mouth again. Her bright eyes followed the smoke for a moment before they returned to the top of the cathedral. It was prettier than the church where her parents had always forced her to go to, there was a sort of elegance to this one that her own hadn't had. With an amused smirk carressing her full lips she wondered what would happen if she rested her hand against the door and walked in. If lightning would strick her down, if a father would stare at her at cry out 'DEMON'. That last one sounded rather amusing actually. And really, they couldn't call her a demon, she was no worse than this Mary Magdelene that they all loved so much. Or at least she thought that she was one of those people that they loved, maybe Devi just loved her because she could relate. Either way, a father screaming at her was amusing, however, getting struck by lightning would just be plain uncomfortable.
Devi dropped the cigarette on the floor and stomped it out with her boot, blowing the last traces of smoke from her lungs and letting the poison leave her body before climbing the few steps that led to the front entrance. With a slight hesitation she rested her hand against the side of the door, tilting her head up to the sky but, aside from a few clouds that had always been there, nothing seemed to have changed. The gorgeous brunette shrugged and walked in, her boots making a soft sound against the floor and it made a few people turn back to see who had walked in. Devi didn't pay any mind to it, she wasn't drawing too much attention to herself today, she wasn't even wearing anything short, which was really a strange thing for her. The inside looked much the same as any other, Devi could point out the places that were indentical to the ones at her own church. A smirk ran over her face again as her bright eyes found the confession booths, oh the memories that came to mind at the sight of that. She had turned so many boys to sin in those little booths and she had enjoyed every second of it. Maybe she truly was a demon.
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location; st. louis cathedral
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Post by SKYLARK JAMIE WEST on May 2, 2010 14:13:10 GMT -5
Recklessness is who he is, but he doesn't consider it reckless.
Slip and slide. Some people would have called him insane. Personally, he found it fun, to take a few running steps then slide along in the slush and snow of the January day; his blades made it rather easy, as long as he balanced. He hadn't died yet, that was his motto! He wasn't having any sensation in his so-called feet, nor was it so cold he would have had to cover them, so he might as well have fun as he headed to church. Besides, he has lost his affinity for shoes when his feet lost affinity for him. Skylark slowed down to a walk when he came closer to the cathedral, looking up at it from a distance, then down at the book her had. He opened it, muttering to himself distractedly. Lines lines, and many more lines; that was what he lived for. He snapped the book shut again and began to repeat his lines as he walked, making gestures with his one free hand, gestures of remorse. Or at least, he hoped. His role was that of a sinner, a criminal seeking redemption. Not a bad role, either. One day, one day he would be in the movies. People always said he'd make his debut as a pirate, but there were plenty more roles out there than the first one he'd ever done.
"How can I possess a sin of a crime a I repent? Sanctuary, Damn it, sanctuary, there are my hands...no, no that was all wrong..." The distracted young man headed up the steps and in, wiping his feet of the snow and slush. He glanced up at the large place, knowing that his dress of jeans and a black sweater was a little bit casual for the Church, but he didn't really care. His parents had taken him and his sisters every couple of weeks, and they liked formal clothes, but just so long as everything was clean, they were good. Instead, he looked over the place more exactly. A large wooden altar, a white cloth over top it, the crucifix hanging over it, really quite normal for a Church. Confessionals out in the open; a hint this place was old, a lot of places just had separate rooms now. Some people were praying on their own, a priest was speaking with someone in the front row. A quiet day, though Skylark had planned to come at such a time, between masses. Really, he couldn't hope to practice during a mass. That would get him thrown out, for sure.
He looked back down at his book again, muttering his lines properly. "How can my hands be bloody of a crime I repent? Sanctuary, help me sanctuary, help me God. here are my hands, yet no holy water to wash them with, a crime I possessed in order to live. A crime I enjoyed, now loathe, a crime against humanity but was it against you? Oh Lord, help me if you dare, or strike me down and let it be...yeah, okay." Skylark was going to try this again now, with the stage directions. They couldn't throw him out for that, could they? He wasn't going to be bothering anyone, he didn't think. He took a step forward, around a girl that looked pretty out of place. He stopped and looked her over once, then went on this his day. She didn't look lost, after all, just out of place. His footsteps clicked slightly against the wood as he walked and recited his lines very quietly, so as not to disturb anyone. He dropped his his knees, occasionally having to look down to his lines, then back up again, just trying to get a feel for it. What was Evan thinking, as he ran from the law, right into a church, ran from the hangman's noose to the wrath of God? He needed to capture it's essence. Not just needed to, but wanted to. It was playing pretend but even more real, even more of a game, and with higher stakes. He looked up from the script and said one or two more lines, before feeling eyes upon him. This was actually rather normal, and he didn't often mind. But then again, this was a church, and it normally did happened that people just stared at people in a church. Then again, people usually did not go into a church and mutter lines. He looked back, noting the same lady as before and he grinned a mildly foolish 'I'm really not insane,' sort of grin. She wasn't too far away, for he pushed himself back up, unconsciously mindful of adjusting his balance. He turned and looked back again, feeling the need to speak with her. It wasn't like she had anything to do, it seemed. "Just getting the right atmosphere for the act." He explained. "What brings you here?"
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Post by devililltheden on May 6, 2010 17:53:00 GMT -5
She hadn't been struck down by lightning yet. Which was a good thing because there were still a lot of things that she wanted to do before she died and besides, that did not sound like a very pleasant death. The heels of her boots clicked against the floor and it echoed just a bit as she walked around. She had always hated churches, she didn't even think that they were beautiful or anything of that kind. They were just there to fuck with people's minds and try to get them all to throw their life away and get rid of any possible sin in their lives. Absolutely ridiculous, if anyone asked her. But of course, no one had ever asked her. She was just forced to go along with her parents and her older sister and no one ever bothered to ask her just why she hated the thought of God and religion as much as she did. Devi wouldn't really have a good answer for it anyway but she just didn't understand it and she had no control over it. If she didn't have that then things weren't worth it. Devi was also much too independent and fond of her freedom. She didn't like rules and to her that was exactly what religion was about; more rules as to how to live her life. It wasn't life it was so restricted, it might get her a spot in heaven, if that much was even true, but she would rather just have fun while she was alive. Besides, heaven sounded way too boring her her taste. She had already spend enough time with her parents, she didn't need anymore of that when they went to heaven and she was stuck there too. Hell sounded better.
And yet she was there, despite her hatred for places such as this, she was there, her bright eyes gliding over the ceiling down to the floor and around the furniture and strange regilious paintings. One thing that she would never understand, she thought as she stood in front of one where Jesus was being crucified, was why the portraited their hero as someone so small and weak. She liked Michelango's version much better because he protraited him as some kind of bodybuilder. Even though Devi might seem like a very stupid little slut, she knew a lot more and a lot more things than people gave her credit for. She knew about art and religion, even if she didn't want to so of course. But she was still a bit of a slut so naturally, she would be much more intrigued to admire someone like him instead of such a little man that just looked sad and pathetic.
Obviously, she was one of the only people that had thad opinion and her parents had yelled at her for saying that more than once. Didn't stop her from thinking it though and she doubted that she would ever stop thinking it, no one was going to stop her from doing it now. The church had a weird effect on her, even after all these years it was able to somehow make her feel like she was doing something wrong. Which was more than ridiculous because in her eyes she wasn't doing anything wrong. Devi was just living her life and she was doing it right, the rest was wrong, or at least that was how she viewed it. And she had done much worse things than walk into a church and think silly things, she had done a lot worse than that. A smirk circling her lips as she thought the worse things that she had done while in a church.
But she had never stood there and rehearsed lines. She narrowed her eyes slightly as she came across a blond guy that was trying to act but almost like he felt like he was doing it all wrong. Devi tilted her head slightly, raising one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows as he looked at her and smiled. The beautiful brunette couldn't help but smile back at him and she shook her head slightly, watching as he made his way towards her. She tilted her hips slightly, crossing her arms in front of her chest and watching him with her head slightly tilted. "Ah, I just thought that a demon had crawled up your butt," she replied, smirking slightly. Now that would have been amusing, almost as amusing as having a priest yell at her for now reason other than the fact that he suspected that she was taken over by a demon as well. "Reminiscing," she told the boy, nodding slightly as she looked around again with a slight grin caressing her features. Her gaze found tis way back to the blond boy and she stepped a bit closer to him, tilting her head to the other side, "What were you reading anyway?" she asked him curiously. She hadn't recognized it, maybe because she wasn't really paying attention or maybe because she really didn't know it.
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Post by SKYLARK JAMIE WEST on May 7, 2010 22:04:11 GMT -5
Skylark wasn't a quick guy to judge. Frankly, he did believe he had a guardian angel at times, case and point the biggest misadventure of his childhood; but even so, the Church was a somewhat daunting place. It was big...and very big. Not only this, but it was so ornate. He didn't want to break anything; but such an atmosphere! Maybe he was just getting into things, but he could almost feel what made a priest tick. Granted, he'd never want to be a priest, but he could see why people were drawn here. For many people, he figured it was the idea of a higher power, either in hate of them or possible aid. Maybe just knowing something could be there? Either way, something lured people here. Generally the feverent, sometimes the weird, sometimes people like him and some like this girl he'd run into. Now, here, here was the type that would not frequent a church, and here she was. Something said she wasn't practicing lines, though she certainly had the looks, if he did think so himself. She probably knew it, too. There was something in the way she stood, arms crossed, that told him that she was by no means stupid. He gave an amused grin at her words, and shook his head. "Thankfully not...I dunno how a priest would get rid of thata one...something says a laxative wouldn't cut it." His words came easily, almost as though he were speaking to someone he'd known for a little bit, not a couple minutes. He didn't like stiff stranger talk, unless a person was just damned unfriendly, which she didn't seem to be. She mentioned reminiscing and he nodded. She didn't seem at all religious, but hell, anyone could reminiscing in a church of all places. It was, well, a freaking church.
Skylark noticed her step forwards and felt somewhat self conscious regarding his feet. It happened when he was around this sort of people, it really did. Or on stage, now and again it did get a touch nerve wracking. If he tripped on himself, well...it just got really embarrassing, that was all there was to it. She asked him what he'd been reading and he shrugged. "It's not a play you'd have heard. Written up by one of the senior writing kids at the university, us drama nerds decided to use the thing." Now here was something he could really talk about. He could go on for days about a theatre if it suited him, and her tone had been curious. His brown eyes had lit up on the subject. "I can't say it's bad but it's not Broadway stuff, either. It's about this guy, Evan, who I play, and it's actually set in the wild old west. He's part of a band of brothers, a bunch of outlaws, and one day his brothers end up dead, and he goes about exacting revenge. Anyhow, it all loops around and at one point he kills his lover to get away from authorities, because he thought she betrayed him; really she didn't, and then he's trying to fix the mess he got into, only the sheriffs and everyone are after him while he tries to help his lover's little brother. It's twisted. Kinda cool. But twisted." That, of course, doesn't work either. The guy basically dug his grave throughout the entire play, although funnily enough he never gets buried, except for his skull. Why his skull wasn't lost in the fire at the end was beyond Skylark completely, but it wasn't his place to dispute something like that. "I'm Skylark, by the by. Nice to meetcha!"
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