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Post by Marina Stone on Oct 1, 2010 13:15:30 GMT -5
~~The sky opened up, letting the rain fall down to the cold earth. It dripped over the statue that stood in the small park and dripped down her pale face, mimicking tears. The elements didn’t affect her as she stayed in the position that most classified as a dancers. No one knew who she was, or what she was doing when this was made. It wasn’t common knowledge that no sculptor carved the beautiful artwork. No one knew that consciousness hung to the large piece of rock. Until now, no one would have imagined the creature that gave the world this gift. Gorgons just didn’t exist in today’s society. The Greek gods didn’t hold a place in religious hearts. Even in this town of believers, she was just a statue. ~~Marina didn’t believe the tales and rumours that had originally been passed around about her disappearance. There was no possibility that Artemis, the god of the hunt, would hurt her. The girl wouldn’t believe that anyone would purposely hurt someone like this. No, she instead believed that the gorgon worked alone. She must have needed help, like she lead Marina to believe. It was an accident that she was turned to stone. It had to be. ~~No matter what happened, the girl would always help, always heal, always hold out hope. She knew that someday someone would come and save her. She always watched as society moved around her while she was stuck in place. She was known for helping those who came to touch the stone of her prison. She healed sick children and mourning adults. She blessed those around her without asking for anything in return. She wanted to make the world a better place and knew that she couldn’t do that as she was. ~~She had been kept in many places throughout the world, but now she felt the most hope. Her mother might have forgotten her, her human family might have died, but her demigod powers help her aware throughout time. She would wake up from this terrifying dream. She would join this beautiful place and save it from anything that would harm it. She was determined to survive. Only one thing could stop her, and that was her curse. If only she could get free, maybe she could do....something! [/color]
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Post by Night on Oct 27, 2010 20:45:06 GMT -5
It took several days for Night to return to the park and to Marina. The shock of seeing his friend, whom he thought was dead, turned into a statue was too much for him. But more than that, it was the irony in the fact she had been there, under his very nose, for he doesn't know how long before he actually notices her presence that weighed on him and left him unbalanced. Had it not been of this girl... It started when Night went to the Intoxicated Vine, in search of someone to play with and, in the end, to suck the blood out of. His choice fell upon a young girl, dancing by herself and eying him. There was someone naughty in her gaze, which Night found quite inviting. He could get anyone to feed himself, but the hunt was a part he enjoyed. The girl opposed near to no resistance to Night. After intoxicating herself with the best liquors there and dancing a large portion of the night, she had this crazy idea to go to the park. Night accepted. After all, it was her last moments as a living creature and he could procure her some good time before it happens. Apparently, she loved a statue found within the park, a dancer of some sort. As they arrived, the lady maintained bearing a resemblance with her as he tried, as gracefully as her drunken state would allow, to take the same pose. Until then, night had not cared about this piece of rock. But as his eyes finally looked at it, the oxygen left him. As a sculpture or a portrait, he would have recognized that face anywhere. Just to confirm his doubts, a single word was engraved on a plaque. "Marina," Night found himself whispering as he approached of her. The good should thank this blessed statue for it had given her more days to live. Night ran to his temple, locking himself and thinking on and on about this miracle. It took him time to digest the news: Marina was not dead. Once the concept was grasped, anger took over him. Toward Artemis and all those who said to him she was no more. And to the Gorgon who did this to her. He felt a need to punish the whole world for an act he considered as treachery. In the end, he managed to calm himself. If she was turned to stone, it meant she was still alive. Therefore, he could free her. Night spent all his time in search of such a way until he finally found it. As he was standing once more in front of her, he was hesitant. He hoped it would work. Too bad for the people who wanted a statue in their park. She was no pigeon's perch. And he needed his friend more than they needed a decoration. He took out the vial he held tight. He opened up the bottle as he move forward. It better be working otherwise the one who made it to him would suffer from his discontentment. Slowly, he poured the liquid on her head and watch it run down every lines in the stone.
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Post by Marina Stone on Oct 27, 2010 21:22:37 GMT -5
~~Time didn’t seem to matter anymore as day turned to night and night to day. The people who came to her for healing or inspiration soon grew old and died. The world still turned while she was stuck in the stone casing that she knew as her skin. It seemed almost impossible to understand the weather because she couldn’t feel the wind, snow or rain. Nothing penetrated the stone, though sometimes the water got into the pores in the stone, coloring it darker and chilling her slightly. She looked forward to those days because she could actually feel something that told her she was alive. It took a lot to go on living, although she couldn’t die. She wanted to help people as she knew she could, but it was getting harder and harder to focus on what was going on outside. ~~A few days ago, she thought, she saw a face that seemed familiar. She thought that she could place him in her past, before she got turned into this statue, but she continued to wonder if she really existed before. The woman he was with often came to the park in order to look at her. It was obvious that she thought she looked like her, although Marina didn’t know what she looked like anymore. After a moment, the man took on a look of recognition. He studied her form and the plaque that she could never quite see. She didn’t know who she was, or who made her into this piece of rock. She didn’t want to know, but knew that others did. ~~Anger than stole over the man’s features. He left quickly after that and left Marina wondering who he really was. She never figured it out, however she knew that she felt more alive when he was around. She waited for him to return and hoped that she would finally figure out who he was. She couldn’t tell anymore who she was, but maybe he knew. Maybe he would talk to her or break her out of this encasement, if it was possible. ~~After a while he came back. The substance he poured on her at first had no effect. She was wondering if he might be vandalizing her. That thought almost made her mad. She then felt tingling seep through her body. The heaviness seemed to melt away with the liquid that flowed over the stone. For a moment she still stood in the same position. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t really remember a time before her statue life. Without the stone though, she fell over after taking a deep breath. The ground was hard when she hit it, but she stayed sitting down in order to understand what was happening around her. Everything seemed so different now that the world wasn’t covered in grey. Now she had no protection against the scary place the world has become. That thought struck her hard and she backed away from the male that now over her. She hoped he didn’t want to hurt her. [/color]
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Post by Night on Oct 27, 2010 21:43:17 GMT -5
Night backed once he poured the entire substance out of the vial onto the rock. He waited, growing restless with every second he watched with no effect showing. But then, it happened. First it was hair, that sprung out the marble and float in the soft breeze. Dark strays escaping after years their rigid state. The face itself took a pinkish hue. The eyes got once again their blue color, the lips moved as they were finally able to. The sound of a breathing that touched Night to a deepness in his heart and soul he never knew existed before. There she was, in her dress of old. Just as he remembered her. Was there someone else to witness the scene? Had it been the case, Night had no idea and couldn't care less. His entire attention was drawn to this single figure, this woman taking back the shades of a living being. As she lost her balance and hit the ground, Night went to his knees in front of her. This was real, Marina was alive and facing him for the first time in ages. Night was taken off guard as he saw her backing away from him. For once he was all but threatening, someone did not trust him. Not only that, but it was Marina not trusting him. If there had been one person on this whole earth Night was to believe would trust him no matter what, it would have been her. over his parents, over any worshipers he had in the time of Ancient Greece.Yet, there she was, moving away from his grasp when he wished nothing but to hug her. What to say? What to do? Night made a move closer to her while remaining on the ground. "Marina," he called her out. He was still gazing at her from head to toe, a part of himself unable to believe it actually worked, that marina was standing - or more like sitting - there. He made another step in her direction, extending a hand. To hell the humans and their statue, he had his friend back. The thought came to his mind it might be this entire world, so different from the one she left behind when turned, that scared her this much. He tried to smile to appease the lady. "Don't be afraid," he added, still giving her his hand to take.
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Post by Marina Stone on Oct 27, 2010 22:54:57 GMT -5
~~Each breath was difficult after not being able to do it for a while. The cold air whispered into her lungs, chilling her oddly. The cells of her body weren’t used to the sudden bombardment on her body from the elements. Her scalp felt weird as her hair was tossed around. The colors seemed too bright to her and the need to breathe and blink weren’t ingrained in her anymore. The ground seemed too hard in comparison and the air around her. That didn’t make it too hard for Marina to concentrate on the man in front of her. He looked to be older then the woman he was with the other night. The power that came off of him was unlike anything she could remember feeling besides the man who transferred her statue to this park. She didn’t know why, but couldn’t say that he was exactly human. That scared her a little, although something in her brain told her that he was to be trusted. ~~When she realized he was talking, she attempted to listen. The word he spoke seemed quite familiar. The name was quite pretty and sounded nice coming from his mouth. Was he calling her that? She didn’t know, but decided to test it out. “Marina?” she asked, looking around for help in understanding. Everything seemed to elude her until her eyes came to rest on the pedestal that still sat like a threat a few feet away. It was plain and old with a few cracks and marks on it. The plaque was now visible to her, like a reward for her seeking eyes. It read the name that was still echoing around in her mind. “Is that me? My.. name?” She asked the air before turning to the man who now watched her with a stricken look. “Is that who I am? Marina?”
~~ He held his hand out for her to take, but she didn’t yet know if she should. He had looked at the woman, who had accompanied him last time, like prey. She had seen that look from bad men who hurt people in the places she was stuck before. She couldn’t do anything to stop it and that made it all worse. She didn’t know if this man would have hurt the girl if he hadn’t have seen her, but she didn’t want to be hurt next. She had just come into this world and wasn’t willing to be taken out of it this soon. He didn’t look at her like that though. He seemed to assess what was going on and look hopeful. He didn’t look dangerous anymore and that seemed to calm something inside her. ~~Marina still refused to trust him completely. She knew that in the world now, you couldn’t trust people you didn’t know. Everything was different and she didn’t know anyone, though. She didn’t know how to live in this world or what to do to survive. She understood how people dressed and the language that has taken over the world, but those weren’t things that would keep her alive. She needed a place to stay and food to eat. She needed things that seemed important to the humans that sat and discussed things around her. She didn’t even know if she was fully human, but that wasn’t important right now. The man in front of her seemed to be waiting for her to do something but she didn’t know what. She looked at his hand questioningly. People in the park held hands, shook hands, hit with hands and fed each other with their hands. She had no idea what he was asking of her and therefore chose to ignore it for a more important question. “Do you know me? Who are you?”. [/color]
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Post by Night on Oct 28, 2010 9:16:11 GMT -5
Night had never been into a maelstrom of feelings like he had this time. Shock, pain and anger were boiling under the surface and it took everything in him to hide it to the woman before him. She was scared enough, and Night knew just how far he was able to go when enraged. Right now, this instant, she didn't need more panic. And he didn't want to risk her life. He would have his vengeance, in due time. For now, it was not the moment. Marina was more important. Somehow, Night was only half-surprised she could not remember her name. He supposed, being trapped in stone for so long, he too wouldn't remember anything. Paradoxically, the fact she had no idea who he was and didn't trust him hurt the man. She had no memory of him, a fact proven when she asked who he was. It wasn't exactly the fact she had no idea what his name was that mattered. No, it was this fear he noticed - oh, for a brief moment - in her eyes as she looked at him and his hand. Marina was scared of him. And this was a new thing for him coming from his friend. Seeing she had no intention to take his hand and let him guide her, nor did she seem in any hurry to stand up, Night dropped his hand. He walked to the pedestal she stood on only a minute ago and sat against it, making sure not to hide the plaque she took interest in. The plaque with her name engraved on it. His eyes went to the sky, still quite dark. Good, at least he still had several hours before having to run away. Although he liked Marina, he had no intention to burn for her. A smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he thought this would certainly scare her to the brink of insanity. After a moment, he allowed himself to look at her. He had to talk, she asked him a question. Or more like severals. "I know you. It was ages ago. Ancient history to some," he began to say, not turning his gaze away from her. How long does she think she was trapped there? had she kept count or did she gave up after a few decades? He looked at himself, at his 'modern' clothes. It was long gone the time of the toga. After a sigh, he stared back at her. "I am Night," he said. he then waited. Although nicknames were common in this era, people usually found it funny. For them, it was only a nickname. Still, you had to admit, it was quite an appropriate name for the God of Shadows.
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Post by Marina Stone on Oct 28, 2010 10:14:23 GMT -5
~~ Marina watched the man carefully. He didn’t seem to be doing anything threatening and that helped to calm her down. She didn’t know anyone else in this world and he seemed to want to genuinely want to help. For years she wondered if she could be freed and hoped that something would happen to let her concrete jail. This man answered her prayers moments ago, although now she was wondering if this was a good thing. She didn’t know anyone or anything about this time. She had no idea how to live and was left basically defenceless. She had no idea who might want to hurt her and who might want to help her. It was horrible scary and there was now nothing she could do about it. Marina looked to the guy who was walking away from her. For a split second, she wondered if he was leaving and panicked. The fear cursing through her body at the thought of him leaving her was horrendous. She moved to her knees, a step away from standing. That was when she noticed him moving towards the pedestal and sitting down. ~~Now that she knew her name, or guessed it was her name, everything seemed a little easier. Even though she had no concrete evidence that it was in fact her name, she felt a strange connection to it, as if her identity lay before her. The link to her identity lay in this man, even though he didn’t seem very forthcoming about any answers. The fact that someone knew her before her encasement proved to her that she wasn’t just a statue. It felt weird to have that knowledge after such a long time. She had doubted her humanity for a while and wondered if she could ever really be a part of society. She couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought. It made everything seem a little brighter and the air itself seemed less compressing. She was alive and free and would figure out what to do next, she had to. ~~ His explanation about how he knew her was a little less than satisfactory. She didn’t know if they were friends, acquaintances or even enemies. She assumed though, by how her sympathetic system calmed down that she was trusted him on some level. It didn’t seem plausible that she could feel comfortable, even to a small degree, with someone who she knew to be evil. That realization made her feel a little better. “Night? I’m sorry that I don’t remember you... really, I am. I feel like I should know you, but I just don’t, I don’t remember much of anything. Were we friends? If we were I must have trusted you.” ~~ She stood up slowly in attempt to maintain her balance. She didn’t want to fall down again, remembering how much the ground hurt. She felt much better now with the knowledge that she had. She didn’t know why he would come help her during the night. She smiled again to him as she smoothed her dress down, noticing the dark marks from the mud on the ground. “Thank you for freeing me.” She commented, not knowing what else to say. She had so many questions, but they alls seemed so ridiculous now that she thought to ask them. [/color]
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Post by Night on Oct 28, 2010 10:44:13 GMT -5
A sad smile appeared on his lips as she talked to him, apologizing to have no memory whatsoever of him. He found almost amusing to hear her asking him if they were friends. It could be really easy for him to say abut anything, she would be in the incapacity to confirm or deny it. He could reinvent their relationship, make them best friends, confidants, lovers, why not married. Although the possibility of being an enemy was thin - who would revive someone they hate? - he could also tell her there was no relation between them. Yes, it was very easy to play with her mind in her state. And, had it been someone else, Night could have done so. But it wasn't someone else, it was Marina, and he liked her purity too much to stain it with lies. He watched her standing up and jumped on his two feet, ready to hold her if her legs refused to do so. Her smile warmed him better than the sun could ever do. He watched the mud stains on her dress. He frowned. It wasn't the mud, but the dress. No one wore things like that anymore. He had to find her clothes, probably food too. He was already not listening to her anymore as he approached. To see someone in ancient Greek gown, this was rather strange and nostalgic. But they didn't need to attract too much attention. He wanted to say everything was all right, that he would help her out, find her everything she might need and all those reassuring things you say to a lost, innocent child. But the words could not come any further than his throat, as if they were stuck in there by some force refusing him to speak. Night passed a hand in her hair. He wanted to make sure it was no hallucination. Silky, and smooth, and real. Yes, it was no dream, she really was standing there before him. Her eyes, the same eyes that looked at him centuries ago. He never thought he would be able to see those eyes again. But he was now, this night, as she regained her body from the stone. A feeling of awkwardness took him as he stood there without a word. He cleared his throat, taking off his hand and looking at the ground for a moment. His plans of vengeance would have to wait, Marina was not in a state to be left alone. But first, they had to get out of the park, he thought. It wouldn't do them any good standing there next to her pedestal. He gave her his hand once again. "We used to be friends. And we can still be," he finally was able to say, hoping this would be enough for her to trust him and talk to him as he wanted to walk away.
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Post by Marina Stone on Oct 28, 2010 11:11:16 GMT -5
~~ Marina realized as soon as she asked her questions that he could lie to her. She had listened while many people composed believable falsities and stories that didn’t even touch on the truth. There were lies to protect the other people, those meant to hurt them or save themselves and those meant to lead someone into a unearned trust in order to hurt them later. She knew that many people wouldn’t think twice before they rearranged the truth to fit their needs. This man could be a complete stranger who just happened to be there when she was freed. He might have been trying to vandalize her after all and instead ended up with an unwanted burden. It seemed easy to think of these things but none of them felt right to Marina. She couldn’t think of a plausible way for her to know anything, but she wanted to trust this person. What did it matter if she was harmed now when she wasn’t even living before. The benefits seemed to outweigh the risks. ~~ Marina smiled as he stood too. He seemed so tall, almost towering over her as he moved closer, a look of concern on his face. He wasn’t answering her questions, but instead looked at her as if he couldn’t believe she was there. It was a weird feeling to be looked at like an apparition when she had been overlooked as a solid statue before. His eyes seemed to take in her dress, which was completely different that what was worn during this century. The style got progressively more revealing and more colourful. She understood that most things were different in this new time full of free speech and knowledge. She didn’t really know how to fit in, but Night did. He obviously lived in this time and therefore blended in with the normal world, for she was certain that he wasn’t completely normal himself. ~~ As he approached her more, she realized that he was going to touch her in some way. She couldn’t remember the last time she had human contact and the curiosity overcame her quickly. What did human skin feel like to other skin? When people touched the statue, she felt it internally, like some abstract knowledge but couldn’t feel the hand that touched her. She held her breath as she waited, until finally he ran his hand through her hair. It was such an odd but wonderful sensation that she actually closed her eyes and just paid attention to the feeling washing over her. She silently wished that he would tell her that everything was alright. She didn’t want to have to deal with the world by herself. And if this man was her friend, as he said he was, then he might try to help her integrate with the rest of society. ~~ When he removed his hand, she opened her eyes again. He seemed to wait before he confermed her beliefs, they were friends. She hoped what he meant when he told her that they could still be friends. She didn’t know what it was like to have friends but saw people continually interact with theirs and it seemed like a good thing. “I hope so too,” she mentioned before taking his outstretched hand, finally understanding what he wanted of her. The contact was strange, a warmth that seemed to spread to her chilled limbs. She took a step forward and smiled at the movement, she remembered moving, dancing and skipping. She remembered how to do it even if she didn’t remember the events. It was a delight to just be able to move at all and she had to let go of his hand in order to spin around. The wind in her hair and the rapid movement made her laugh, trying to catch her balance. Once able to do that, she looked back at him. “I think that it will be alright, even if you don’t. Where are we going?” she asked, taking his hand again.. [/color]
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Post by Night on Oct 28, 2010 14:54:49 GMT -5
The comfort he felt as she smiled to him, as she finally took his hand, was more grand than anything he had imagined. Maybe she had forgotten about him, but she still felt inside he was no threat. At least, not to her. Her hand, so small, was cold in his, just like the marble she was previously trapped in. He believed it was only a matter of time before warmth came to her entire body, otherwise she'd had been shivering. A smile grew on his lips as she made swirled and danced. He even chuckled. Her naivety, her sweetness, Night missed them dearly. Seeing Marina dancing under the moonlight, a crystalline laugh escaping her lips, Night thought this could just be the most beautiful scene in the whole world. Nothing could compare to the purity of the moment and he was glad to have been there to witness it. He approached when he saw her losing her balance but she remained on her two feet. She got used to it fast. When she came back to him and took his hand once more, asking where they were going, Night was overjoyed. His head was spinning like crazy, trying to understand all that was happening. A minute she was into the stone, the next she was there, dancing and all happy. Knowing he wouldn't be able to fully grasp it in just one night, he decided to simply enjoy it. Dawn could only arrive too soon. He pressed her hand some with his. Night started to walk at a slow pace watching Marina every now and then. "Are you hungry, or tired? Maybe I shall get you some food," he said. He knew that, had he been the one trapped for centuries, he'd be more than hungry. There wouldn't enough of an entire village to quench his thirst of blood. However, he doubted they should be going to a restaurant. Not only might it be too much at once for the young girl, but with her dress, she sure would attract everyone's attention, and not necessarily in a good way. He thought bringing her to his temple. He'd have to light some more candles for her to see a thing but it was for sure the safest place he knew of. And he could keep an eye on her.
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Post by Marina Stone on Oct 28, 2010 16:00:17 GMT -5
~~ The darkness swirled around her, seemingly unbeknownst by the girl. She didn’t pay attention to the shadows that peeked out from the trees and objects that were dark themselves. She didn’t care too much about the dangers that were around her. While she twirled, her hair moving like waves and her dress flowing like a waterfall, she rejoiced in the stars and the moon that were seldom changing in the night sky. She never remembered a time when she was afraid of the dark. It seemed to her that she must have been a joyful optimistic person. A possibly naive person that might have deserved her fate. She had no idea who turned her into stone and now they could still be out there. Her mind mulled that over as a part of her retained the perfect oblivious sense of happiness. ~~ As they began to walk again, the stars seemed to watch with winking eyes that shined in mischief. They didn’t illuminate anything, but gazed over the earth and the laws of nature that were being broken. Marina wondered if someone else was watching them, noticing that the statue was now walking. She wondered if the person who changed her knew that the spell was broken. Would they come back for her? Would she know who they were to identify them and save herself? Would she be able to escape the fate that had claimed her before? Her mind was still plagued by those terrible thoughts when she heard Night’s questions. She wondered if he would have noticed her sudden fear. She didn’t want to appear crazy, because people in this time were nervous about the mental state of those around them. ~~ His question repeated in her head a few times before it pushed its way past her thoughts. She might not remember events but her body still knew how to do things and understand its own signals. She hadn’t eaten in hundreds of years, she believed, and even though her body wasn’t running during that time, she still felt the hunger start to cramp her stomach. As if on cue, it rumbled, making Marina laugh slightly. “Yes, I do believe I am hungry. I’m not tired, though. I feel like I’ve been resting for thousands of years. “ She told him, the energy rising in her to even greater proportions. ~~ “Do you think the person who did that to me will know? Do you think they will come after me? I don’t know what I did to deserve it...Maybe it was an accident.” She thought happily, aloud. She didn’t want to think of someone wanting to hurt her. She couldn’t have been a very powerful person, or someone who did bad things to people. She had no idea if her ideas about herself were correctly, but she was sure that Night would know. He knew her when she was alive and so he must know things about her. Who was she really? Did she have a family that she left behind? “Was I married? Did I have children? Did I leave anyone behind?” [/color]
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Post by Night on Oct 28, 2010 20:06:22 GMT -5
Night enjoyed this moment as he walked next to Marina. She looked absolutely carefree and she seemed to be dancing with every step she made. Oblivious to her sudden fear, Night was more eager to satisfy and have her around. Although finding clothes would be hard at this time of the day, or more night, he could provide her food and shelter. And find someone to buy clothes for her should she prefer someone else to shop around town. Not like he could do it to her. He wondered how she would react when he'll tell her he couldn't come out during daylight, or that he had to drink blood. Lately, people seem to go crazy over vampires but Night knew better. He was not one of those caricature scared at the view of blood, hissing when the sun showed and falling for some girl feeling out of place in her quiet town. No, he was proud, cultured and violent. And crosses, garlic and stakes through the heart were all nothing but laughing matter to him. Night smiled as her stomach made itself be heard. As she mentioned she felt quite energetic, he believed her without a doubt. She was already skipping around him like it was the most natural thing to do, as if she never were stuck into the stone. Night looked around at the shops and restaurants. The thought finally struck him that he had no idea what kind of food she liked. At the time of their friendship, he never cared. After all, since he wasn't eating, he didn't really see why he should worry about her favorite food. Now he was sorry he didn't. She brought him out of his reflections as she talked of the one who did this to her. She had no memory about who did this and how it happened. But Night did and he was about to reassure her, to tell marina the Gorgon was dead, when she said it might have been an accident. Night laughed, the sound echoing in the street. The sarcasm showed in it and even more as he spoke. "That was no accident, you were attacked. And you can be sure whoever plotted it will have to answer before me," he promised her, unable to hide his anger as he mentioned it. Immediately after though, he looked at her with compassion. "You have nothing to fear, I shall protect you," he added as his tone softened. Night stopped talking as he looked for a place to eat. He found a restaurant that kept their light to a minimum in order to give their clients privacy. Night found it as cheesy as can be, but he believed they'd blend in there better than any fast food or more crowded joint. He was about to enter in when she asked him questions about her past life. "No, you were not married. I don't believe you left anyone behind," he answered as he opened the door for her. "Except me," he added though in a whisper. To hell all those who would claim being her friends. They gave up, they told him she was dead. None of them came to rescue her from the stone. Therefore, she had only him.
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Post by Marina Stone on Oct 28, 2010 22:24:52 GMT -5
~~ The temperature chilled Marina’s pale skin, creating little bumps which she found quite interesting. The cold didn’t bother her so much as made her feel alive. She couldn’t remember the last time that she felt anything on her skin and even the wind created a sensation that she liked. Her hand was warmly tucked into Nights, a connection to the real world that she didn’t even know she had. How could she have a friend that she didn’t know about before? How could she forget someone who was as kind and thoughtful as this one? He saved her and was now taking care of her. It wasn’t fair for him to be burdened with her, a woman who could do nothing but take and take. She didn’t want to do that to someone who only wanted to help. ~~ She felt a sudden lump squeezing in her chest. She felt guilty for something she didn’t even do yet. He hadn’t given up anything for her, or bought her anything. He saved her and she owed him for that. She knew that she would make it up to him. She was a survivor, she could tell, and would do what she could to live. She wouldn’t let him help too much, she promised herself. She would pay him back for everything he did to help her. She just hoped that he didn’t have to protect her because she didn’t want him to get hurt trying to help her out. ~~She wasn’t going to tell him about her thoughts until she could do something to set them in motion. She knew that women got jobs around here and she could find something that she was good at. His words reminded her of their current conversation. She listened to his words as they walked to a restaurant that was dark. She hadn’t really noticed the few people walking by on the streets, she was concentrating on her own thoughts. She stopped just inside the restaurant, just to the side so that he could enter as well. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. ~~ The man who was working showed them somewhere to sit. Marina followed him and sat down where she was told to. She waited for Night to follow while she looked around. It was weird being in a building that was so modern. There were lights like streetlights, except inside. The seats were made out of an odd material that she never felt before The dark lighting mimicked outside, but allowed her to see some of the other people around where they were sitting, but not too close. She waited quietly until they were alone again, apparently told to check the menu, before she posed the questions that were burning in her mind. “I don’t think that I meant to leave you behind, you know. If I was attacked then It wasn’t my fault. I’m sorry. Do you know who a..attacked me? Do you know why? And what should I eat?” She was confused about modern food and such. [/color]
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Night
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Post by Night on Oct 29, 2010 10:15:06 GMT -5
Night entered the restaurant after Marina. As he gazed at the place, a thought popped in his mind that all it needed was violins. Still, oddly enough, not only couples were there he noticed. Apparently, people sought more than simply a quiet place in private to let their romance flow. Not that he minded much, he had no intention to do anything to Marina in this line of action, but he still found those businessmen out of place here. As they were directed to a table, Night looked at the others and their plates. He was relieved to see the establishment was giving quality and quantity.
He waited for Marina to be seated before joining her. If he opened the menu, he didn't take a look at it. He was not exactly eating that. But Marina was a semi-god, which meant she did. As he looked around once more, Night thought he had a god idea when he drank his share of blood before coming to her. Night didn't recall a time she saw him bleeding someone and he didn't want her to witness it now, when she was still fragile.
Night focused on Marina as she looked around. Was she amazed, surprised of worried? Maybe a bit of both. Night didn't say a thing. He saw the changes happening first hand and was still not entirely used to them. For this reason, he couldn't blame Marina to find it all confusing and a little scary.
As she apologized to have left him, Night smiled. This was his old Marina coming back. He repressed a feeling to hug her and tell her it was all right. Of course, she wasn't responsible for it. It wasn't like she decided to jump in front of a gorgon and wait for the creature to turn her to stone. She was naive but not suicidal. Then, she came with the touchy question of who did it and why. Now that was all the question. A question Night kept thinking about ever since he was told a gorgon attacked her. For if he had no problem imagining the creature doing so, he didn't quite see why Marina would have been there. It just didn't fit. The only logical reason was that she was lured there. But why and by who? Even him had not the answer. He secretly had wished she did. It sure would have helped him avenge what happened to her.
Before he could answer anything, or even just think of an answer, she asked what she should eat. Night chuckled, which immediately lightened the mood around them. He finally laid his eyes on the menu and read it quickly. There weren't much thing in there she would have been used to it, mostly because they didn't have such delicacies during their times. Sure, they had pretty much the same meat, but not all those varieties of spices. People these days seem to think Greek food was gyros and such. "The fish, perhaps..." he said as he pointed to the list of fish they could serve them. Fish was eaten a lot in Ancient Greece, she certainly was used to it. He looked at the list of desserts. Although he knew them, he doubted she did. Night looked quickly at the wine list. He found two or three that could be good but waited for her to make a choice before picking a bottle.
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Post by Marina Stone on Oct 29, 2010 13:07:57 GMT -5
~~Marina looked down at the menu, able to read it but not really understanding anything that it said. She worked hard to try to understand the changing of life from her small pedestal but it wasn’t always possible. She listened to things and put the information away in her mind but she had no idea what things looked like, or in what situations certain things are acceptable. Looking down at the menu, she noticed some things that were recognisable from conversations. Many people complained about their girlfriend’s not able to cook stake and things like that. She recognized the salads that people talked about on their lunch break. She could understand what kind of meat the food was made out of. She didn’t remember ever eating them, but remembered hearing about them. ~~After putting together the information that she received from those people, she decided that Night’s choice was probably the best. She smiled to him and closed her menu, realizing that the waiter, she pulled the terminology from her mind, would come back when the other people did that. Smiling, she realized her idea was correct. She was proud of herself for a small victory over the overwhelming new age. She could figure out how to fit in, she knew she could. When the man came closer, she instantly felt his pain. It wasn’t overwhelming, but she did notice it instantly. As a statue she could feel the pain that radiates from people who are hurt. She couldn’t do anything about it unless they touched her. That didn’t happen very much at the beginning, but after years of health and recommendations, all the people in the town would go to her and prey that their wounds would be healed. A few times she couldn’t heal the person who had a fatal disease. Cancer never reacted well to her ability and so she had to watch those people die. ~~This man, however, must have just cut his finger. She knew that it must hurt but was glad that he didn’t let it stop him from taking their order and doing his job. She smiled at him before looking at the wound. After commenting on it and asking to see it, the man accepted reluctantly. Obviously it was weird during this time to look at other people’s wounds when you aren’t a doctor. Marina didn’t care, she could help him and she was going to. She held his finger in her hand and gently touched the wound. She knew it would hurt and noticed that he jumped. She closed her eyes and felt the wound with her energy. It wasn’t a bad cut, but it certainly would hurt. She started on the inside, expelling all the contaminants that worked their way into it. She then encouraged the cells to repair themselves. Soon enough the wound closed, the skin moving back together and creating an almost invisible scar. That too would pass. ~~ After being done, she let go of his hand, turning back to her menu. She knew that her ability would attract attention, but may people in this town were magical as she had noticed as a statue. She quickly ordered before looking to Night to see what he would pick. She didn’t notice him saying he was hungry, but he would have to be, right? She didn’t think that he would take her somewhere and not eat himself. She knew he must eat, didn’t everyone? She didn’t know. A silence fell over the room as she felt eyes looking at her. She didn’t think she did anything freakish but she wasn’t really sure. She looked back at the waiter, finding him gawking at her. She didn’t know if she may have done something bad or not, and looked to Night for the answer. [/color]
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