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Post by Tsurugihime on Jan 10, 2016 19:18:51 GMT -5
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Post by Tsurugihime on Jan 10, 2016 19:21:06 GMT -5
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Post by Tsurugihime on Jan 10, 2016 19:23:01 GMT -5
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Post by Tsurugihime on Jan 10, 2016 19:25:00 GMT -5
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Today I am dirty I want to be pretty Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt Today I am dirty I want to be pretty Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt Fear the nobodies Wanna be Somebodies We're dead, We know just who we are
We are the nobodies Wanna be Somebodies We're dead, We know just who we are Yesterday I was dirty Wanted to be pretty I know now that I'm forever dirt Yesterday I was dirty Wanted to be pretty I know now that I'm forever dirt
We are the nobodies Wanna be Somebodies We're dead, We know just who we are We are the nobodies Wanna be Somebodies We're dead, We know just who we are Some children died the other day We fed machines and then we prayed Puked up and down in morbid faith You should have seen the ratings that day
Today I am dirty I want to be pretty Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt Today I am dirty I want to be pretty Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt Fear the nobodies Wanna be Somebodies We're dead, We know just who we are
We are the nobodies Wanna be Somebodies We're dead, We know just who we are Yesterday I was dirty Wanted to be pretty I know now that I'm forever dirt Yesterday I was dirty Wanted to be pretty I know now that I'm forever dirt
We are the nobodies Wanna be Somebodies We're dead, We know just who we are We are the nobodies Wanna be Somebodies We're dead, We know just who we are Some children died the other day We fed machines and then we prayed Puked up and down in morbid faith You should have seen the ratings that day |
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Post by Tsurugihime on Jan 10, 2016 19:26:29 GMT -5
you are my everything, say the word, baby, i'll stay forever SHOW ME WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR you are my everything, no one else in the world will be waiting like me
words words. tagged tagged. notes notes. | Sometime between the bombing on Veherna City and the dumping of nuclear waste on Ishya Town, she sniffs out a disloyal scumbag lurking in her ranks. For weeks, she does not know who, does not know if she's even right or not, but time proves to be her ally – if only for a moment – and she trains her ice cold stare on a young man of an elite position in the murderous organization. For nearly three years, now, he has been working as a solo double agent, trying to learn the secrets of the team and use them against them from the inside. She thinks, bemused, that the most crucial secret he failed to learn was that nothing escapes her eyes; nothing at all. She watches him for a month outside of anyone's knowledge, filming his missions and work around the base and scowling at his blatant lack of loyalty to the cause. To Nymah's cause. She dodges two assassination attempts and returns for round two on a massive acid trip for Ishya (relishes in the way everything burns and grows giddy when her scientists tell her it will be uninhabitable for generations to come) when she finally makes her move, sneaking into the room that he stays in at night and knocking him out cold with a crow bar.
The faction is called to gather in the main room and curious eyes turn to watch as her admins – Hataro, Felix – march the fool down each and every hall. His golden hair has been shaved, his skin torn and freshly bleeding with the knife wounds from words she has carved into the canvas of his chest and back, clothes in tatters, but olive eyes still burning with a passion she could never hope to quench. It does not matter, though. He will soon be just another limp body hanging from the trees outside of their seemingly invisible base. She grins maliciously, once blank features having taken on the facial expressions more akin to a maddened beast in the horror novels she sometimes takes inspiration from as she stares down at her latest piece of fresh meat. They lead him to a halt on the raised platform in the middle of the rooms. All eyes are on him as they stand him above the retreating floor, fresh noose brushing against the back of his neck.
“Garett Heinrich,” she practically sings, voice louder than if she had just been addressing him. Of course, she has to put on a show for the spectators. “You have been accused of treason against the power of Team Imum. All evidence points to these claims being true. It would be quite a shame to put you down without giving you a fighting chance, though, and I am not completely heartless. Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself before we have you kicking the bucket?”
He raises his head, leaf eyes meeting ice ones and the fire of hope and heroism flickers out to be replaced by a desolate smoke of utter hatred. She licks her lips, finding the falter of his ambition absolutely wonderful. “... Go to the Distortion World,” he growls angrily and she laughs, Mightyena cackle echoing off the walls of the room until she's out of breath and leaning over the balcony on which she stands.
Gasping for breath and still suppressing giggles, she counters, “That's what I'm aiming for. Well? What are you waiting for? Get on with it, you two! If he's not going to stand up for himself, I suppose that is simply his loss. We don't have time for scum like him here.” He doesn't struggle as Felix takes the rope and slips it carefully over the traitor's head, each move practiced and calculated. The crowd erupts into chants of what she assumes are the words “hang him” before she has not choice but to feed their hungry desires for blood lust and gives the signal, watching the last chance for rebellion within their walls die has his body is jerked downward toward the floor by gravity.
The chanting does not cease, however, as she would have expected when the spectacle is all over. Instead, her own pleasure at a job well done is reflected in the men and woman under her and, before she knows what is happening, it is her name that is rippling through the mass of people, raising until the volume is deafening. They never cheered this way for Nymah, she thinks. Only for her. Something tingles in her toes, claws up her legs and sits heavy in her heart; but it is far from an uncomfortable feeling. In fact, she welcomes it with open arms.
Lorelei wonders if this is what power truly feels like.
(When the brunette watches the men and women who dedicated their lives to her cause executed and imprisoned, however, while she herself has remained unharmed as she has for decades, she thinks that she has been strong all along. And, even as Imum collapses in on itself at the hands of the rebellion that sprung up because of it, no soul will ever be able to quell the splendor that is Lorelei Ackermann.
She turns on her heel, back turned to the land she once had wrapped around her finger, and disappears into the uncharted woods beyond.
In her mind, she already knows she'll return.) |
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Post by Tsurugihime on Jan 10, 2016 19:27:37 GMT -5
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