Topic: Traces

Revel

Date: 2008-09-17 22:44 EST
Muck. Mud. Chaos. Destruction. Obliteration.

And a bloodstain.

Another of those sickly sweet smiles as she curled a thumb around the chin before her, from behind, pulling the knife along the throat.

"Goodnight birdie"

Blood runs thick. Dark. Quick.

The stain grew in size on the patches-sewn arm of the denim jacket. Wasn't her own. She was a gallery of death for some. Colt. Chain. Hands.

Dropping the kitchen knife into its residence at the back of her hip, woman of dust swung wide the door and headed out. Thin shadow lurching over the stairs, over the tar. Leaving nothing of an impression.

On the floor, a sixteen year old girl with blue streaks in her hair.

Wrongfully murdered.

And gripped between fingers long and violence stinging, were strands of that lagoon hue.

Revel

Date: 2008-09-21 19:31 EST
Spent the night in a derelict dancehall. Spent the night with a woman I can't believe is real. Strange a'int it, when something lights up in your world and you start to wonder, could I have been okay all along?

Braided the strands of hair and keep em in my pocket. Reminder not to do that again. Sometimes I think I should just be in jail. Be easier. Sometimes I just don't know what I'm even doing, driving around town, like I'm looking for trouble. Firestarter.

But then I look into emerald eyes and know something good is out there. Kinda nice being in someone elses dimension. Sometimes it a'int fun when you are spendin' twenty four seven in a Twilight Zone..

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Date: 2008-09-22 21:11 EST
Was sitting there with a hand on the stick shift, foot on the breaks, kept turning the key to revel. Waiting for the sun to set, radio blaring, shades on the tip of my nose, peering over rims at a bruised sky. Looked like death out there.

I breathed in, out, and then slammed the door back, threw some dust with the back wheels and took off.

Tried to forget some things. I'd been waiting for the Muse. But she didn't come out. Didn't come for the blue hair.

Revel

Date: 2008-09-24 00:05 EST
Silver moonlight ran along the empty street in puddles and reflections in windows, otherwise hidden from sight with the thick blanket of shadows that gave everything an amorphous texture, as the leggy Drifter continued on her way out of town and into the WestEnd ruins, passed skeletons of cars, dried up shopfronts, litter gathered in crevices shivering with the wind. Steps were rangy and quick as she took a bend and a shoulder, headed for the silo.

The sky was purple and heavy with cloud, as it tended to look the further you got from the buildings, all was an expanse of silhouettes lean under the smog of rolling thunder. She watched it all as she moved, a calmness stealing over her. A glint of teeth as she pulled a cap from a skull and crossbones bottle in tight grip. Tall grasses waist high swaying with the breeze....surreal out here...better.

Old mothbitten blanket over a shoulder was thrown on the ground of a clearing. In the shadow of the silo she lay out. Cigarette lit. Watching the indigo seep into dire mauve in the colours above.

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Date: 2008-09-25 22:12 EST
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Revel

Date: 2008-09-25 22:12 EST
Straddling him, head back and my fist shoved down on his throat, I teased him with my groin, meant nothing to me, just felt like being extra mean, narrowed my eyes and felt the shrill laughter escape out of his mouth, wide and somewhere in the myth of his life, in cockwant and anguish. Funny how a man behaves when he's underneath a woman. Can make em do anything you want. Except my pants were still on and he knew it was nothing more what it was. Grabbed a fistful of hair and heaved his head forward, and then threw it back down hard till I heard the stomach turning smack of bone as he twisted my ankle and shoved a penknife into my foot.

It's then that I yelped and punched him out. Got off the lardass and turned to face the girl shivering in the corner of the brick wall, green eyes like jade coloured glass, shaking in her sockets, or so the tears and dim light gave the impression of.

"Fuck outta here"

She just stood there, knees knocked. How she hadn't wet herself with me yelling at her to run and that asshole being on her, trying get in her, I don't know. Couldn't smell piss on her. Just saw terror in eyes so green.

"Go on. He won't do nothin' now. See", and I kicked him in the head, "Dead. Down here. Aint gonna try and get you again. Now fuck off. I'm serious.." and then she came at me and threw her arms around me, and pulled on me, tugging at the denim jacket. I shrugged out of it and wrapped around her, crouching before her. She began to play with my hair, and I saw her smile a little, she thought my hair was crazy, and well, it is, but if it made her smile then I was happy to play fool.

"How old are you?"

"Seven"

"Well. You're gonna stay seven as you should now he's gone. Did he manage to hurt you at all?"

She shook her head, curling dirty blonde hair around a finger, and looking down. She was pointing and touching the very tip of a key in my pocket, asked what it was for.

The irony hit me in the gut then. A tickle of sensation up my spine. Leah. God. Leah.

"For escape"

The girl smiled and looked into my eyes. "You are"

I smirked and pulled her over, gave her a hug for all the times she hadn't had one.

"Where you live?"

And I dropped her off. Watched her walk up the muddy dirt road to her homestead.

"Escape" fell out of my mouth, and then I gunned the engine and hurtled away. Fucking foot hurt like a thousand wasps.

Revel

Date: 2008-09-26 00:56 EST
She hobbles into a wire gate slamming it shut behind her. Pace offkilter rangy as she heads for a couch sitting in the middle of the vacant lot. She is surrounded by little more than cuts and sheets of metal, some timber and other odds and ends that while were once signatures of an interior finesse are now shrinking into the otherworldly place of the what was a junkyard of sorts.

With a pained expression she dropped herself down and kicked wildly and roughly at a lamp with its crown already askew, watching as the stump fell and rolled a bit. With a grimace she opened her jacket and dug around for a small red box, lighting a few matches, one after another without any satisfaction, and threw them halfheartedly for an empty oilcan. At her feet, a jug of kerosene was hauled and doused over the rim. And with a lucky forth strike of the flint, she threw this into the can, igniting all within into a strangely luminescent green smoke. It rose and rose before her, carrying her eyes and attention from the pain of her foot. She was ignoring for the time being. Sinking down, she folded her hands over her stomach and watched with quiet interest as the smoke changed colours, eventually finding its natural grey.

Rabid, feral, the scenery here was one that she felt at home in. She couldn't say why. Maybe, she reckoned, it had to due with her own personal vantage. Feeling more akin to these failed or broken bits of machinery than anything in the real world. With those that had normal jobs with normal hours. Those who weren't running like a hellhound.

Shifting a bit in the peeling seat of scorched velvet, she dug a hand into the foam that was revealed in one of the cushions under her ass. She did so instinctually. Tearing at it, she pulled out a small, skinny knife, similar to the penknife that had scorned her. She really didn't recall it ever being there before or why she had the urge to dig there in the first place. But it seemed fitting. And staring into the singe and muck of the burning rubbish, she flipped the knife again and again, aware of how peculiar this day has been, still, somehow, she was uncaring of the fact.

Revel

Date: 2009-01-13 18:30 EST
Rolled over and pulled myself from sleep that came at me as a onslaught of wily thought. Looked over to the sleeping Dancer and smiled, pulling the sheet up under her chin, caressing her cheek, watching her a while. Love it when I catch her like that. Look at the ring on my hand and turn it around once.

Up I get pulling on a loose blouse and black jeans, engineer boots and a thick wool lined jacket. Out the front for a cigarette and check the sky for clouds.

Don't see trouble out there, don't mean it aint coming. Look back to the screen door, the rooms behind it, that bed. Decide to go get us some breakfast.

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Date: 2009-01-13 18:34 EST
Pull up to the diner, cheap and easy, go get us some syrup and pancakes ready to go. Big chocolate milkshakes, and a sundae. Looking around and I see green hair, just as I'm opening the car door. Have to double take. Can't be. And she turns and it sure as hell aint her. Faith. Soon as shove her as look at her. Suppose I'm still angry. Look down to the sundae and in a spirit of rage wind down window as I get in and I hurl it from the car. It leaves a mess by a neighbouring van. I speed home.