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Posted on June 4, 2010 at 00:08:39 AM by Intrigue
She was rather sick of the third curse by now. Truthfully she’d been sick of it since she’d managed to get to the core without drowning and had spent about a day surrounded by wailing children and technically adults. By the second day she’d had a headache a particularly fierce one that had pounded the insides of her skull till her brain felt bruised. She’d been particularly bitchy that day and stayed huddled up in one of the corners she’d found under a coat she’d err acquired by means of being sneaky. She’d been using it as a blanket and had been sleeping on solid cold stone floors like a lot of others. Really it was miraculous that the population of shaman could squeeze into the core. More so it was miraculous that intrigue hadn’t seen Immie around yet. The fact she hadn’t seen her was almost a conformation of the fact that the younger sibling had to have died either before or in the flood. Immie couldn’t swim intrigue knew that and thus she’d concluded that may have been her siblings end. It caused her shivers and a sick coldness in the pit of her stomach at first and she’d felt so strange to think that her sister was actually gone from her. She’d spent days scouring the castle for the younger girl and scared a few who looked like her sister at first glance. Racing up to a pale girl with long black hair pulling them round just to find their not your sister is annoying and Intrigue didn’t care enough to say sorry. She hadn’t found her. Therefore that only left the aforementioned option: Immie had drowned. She didn’t mourn nor did she try and be useful. For one whole day she’d sat on the cold floor staring silently at the wall opposite her. Intrigue didn’t deal with grief she had not idea how to deal with grief so she was confused now. Was it grief or was it anger? She hadn’t known she’d just felt that coldness of knowing that Immie was gone from, her forever. Today was different and yet it wasn’t. Unlike her previous days spent in the castle and sleeping on its cold stone floors she woke without a solid ache in the back of her neck. Also the multitudes of people milling around the castle had shrunken in size slightly due to the fact they could get out, go to two soggy lands; basically they didn’t need to be here anymore so they weren’t. Personally she was grateful for the reduction of people wandering the halls there was always someone up and about and walking past you. It made sleep very un-restful. Though today she wasn’t as bone tired as shed been the previous days. Intrigue was almost bordering on a positive outlook. Even the two children who ran past her yelling for all their lungs were worth didn’t dampen her mood. Running her fingers through her long black tousled locks she managed to get them in some sort of an order. Remarkable considering the length she presumed. Last night hadn’t been quite as chilled as the previous and so the warm deep purple coat she’d ‘borrowed’ was propped under her head. Her boots lay by her side. Pulling them over her feet she pulled the laces tight feeling them pinch her legs and push her jeans into her skin. Rising up she stretched lazily and pulled her shrunken top straight, dumb flood water. Pulling the purple coat on she tugged it round her holding it closer to feel the warmth. Today her mission was simple find paddy. She had been so busy looking for her ‘dead’ sibling that she’d forgotten to look for him. Now though she needed to go find out if he and Lollipop were okay. She didn’t really doubt the fact they’d have survived the flood. Paddy was stronger than he looked otherwise his familiar wouldn’t be the sabre tooth tigeress. Her heavy boots that were tipped with metal were surprisingly silent as she wandered the halls in search of the pale male. The soles were worn on the bottom thus the silence she used to walk in them and listen to them clump now they were quiet and she found she didn’t really care or mind about the change. As of yet intrigue had no clue about the fourth curse having struck or its particulars. As of now she wasn’t infected, should that be affected, by it. Due to a lack of social skills and general friends she hadn’t noticed the changes in any others yet. She wasn’t sure how long she was traversing the corridors but in a moment she was going to get annoyed enough to just start screaming paddy or lollipop at the top of her lungs. |
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- So let me think of how to word it - By Patrick June 5, 2010 at 03:38:36 PM
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