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Post by HEZABEL PECCATI on Sept 19, 2012 8:40:47 GMT -8
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They’re all going to burn in hell for rejecting God’s existence eventually should they not repent for their sins, Hezabel thought with a frown as she began to walk further down the pier, observing the indecent articles of cloth that barely covered up the people around her. A menacing sneer was covering her face by then, something resembling a growl emitting from her lips. She really couldn’t believe how vulgar people could be in public; how the hell could society allow all these people to be so scantily clad? God will not stand these abominations, she quipped mentally as she kept walking on.
A few more moments of Hezabel repeating her mantra later, she stopped in utter shock at this one little child. The kid couldn’t be more than eight-years-old, but her shirt made the red-haired femme hiss in agitation. The pigtailed little girl was wearing a black t-shirt with the words “Vamps Rox” in girly script plastered on the front, and just the thought of young people wearing such atrocities made the nun want to foam at the mouth.
“How dare you wear such a thing!” howled the enraged woman as she stood right in front of the child, full-out glaring at her as she pointed a digit at the offending shirt. “Have you or your parents no sense at all?!”
“…B-But I l-like vampires, lady,” the young girl managed to stutter out, looking up at the woman with doe-like eyes. “And m-my m-mama bought t-this for me.”
“Well, your mother is a harlot that lacks any sense! For her crimes against God, she is going to go to hell and suffer an eternity!” Hezabel bit odiously, her eyes narrowing at the child’s tears trailing down her face.
“B-but my m-mama d-didn’t do a-anything wrong!” cried the child exasperatedly, shaking her head to deny the cruel nun’s words. “S-She doesn’t deserve t-to s-suffer! S-Stop it! You’re s-scaring m-me!”
“She is feeding you lies and making you sin! You are speaking blasphemies now, child! You are going to join your sinful mother in Satan’s pool if you continue this!” she declared icily, a full frown on her face as the little girl began running away crying hysterically. “Fine! Don’t repent for your sins! You’re going to burn in Hell for all eternity then!”
The woman hadn’t noticed the large crowd that had been surrounding her during the moment she was talking to the child, so to disperse them, she all but gave them her worst scowl. “All of you! Get out of here, you gossipers, and repent!” she shouted angrily, effectively chasing away the people and being left alone. A pleased smirk tugged at the woman’s lips at this as she carried on with her day. Well… that is, until she saw a couple kissing.
“Heathens!” the femme accused maliciously, freaking the hell out of the couple as they stared at her. “How could you do such deeds?! In public, no less! You lusting fiends, repent for your disgusting sins!” she hissed, pulling out her holy water and throwing some in their direction. “Heavenly Lord, cleanse them of all their sins!”
“Hey, stop that!” shouted the male, effectively grabbing his girlfriend and running away from the insane woman as she attempted to chase after them with her holy water and crucifix in hand, only for her to stop shortly after when they suddenly increased their speed.
“You’re going to hell for you disgraceful actions, you sinners!” Hezabel called out after them, huffing as she turned back around and continued on with her trek, glaring at any unfortunate soul that looked in her direction. You’re all going to burn!
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Sept 27, 2012 17:18:01 GMT -8
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[style=float:right;border-left: 5px solid #BBBBBB;width: 265px; height:340px; padding: 10px; margin-right: 5px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xr3Eu.png); opacity:0.8; color: #000000; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px]Canis had been sitting on a nearby bench, minding his own business like a good young teenager like him should. Right now he was listening to a song called "Envy Catwalk" by a guy who went by the name of Rib. He was a good singer. Canis was really enjoying Japanese singers nowadays. He sat there, content, whistling along with the music and slightly bopping his head up and down to the lively beat of the music. His song was rudely interrupted by a rather loud woman's voice. Canis didn't bother looking up from his iPod, turning up the volume instead, hoping that the music would drown out the noise. It didn't help, because he began to hear the shrill wail of a young girl sobbing, and then he made out the sounds of an angry woman screaming at the top of her lungs. This was a public area, for crying out loud. People really needed to learn the ancient skill of shutting up and sitting down. Obviously this art wasn't practiced enough in this age. It was stupid, and Canis was getting pissed.
The girl had run away and now the crazy woman, after shooing away sane people like him, was apparently preaching to a couple who had been making out. God, woman, he thought irritated. Leave them alone. What did they do to you? Apparently the couple did everything to her, because you could practically see the steam pouring out of her ears. It was then when he noticed the woman's attire. She was wearing what his teacher would call a habit; a dress for nuns. The red-haired woman supposedly thought that preaching a sermon in a public park wasn't enough, because she pulled out a crucifix and water, which Canis guessed was holy water, and began to throw some of the holy water in the couple's direction. The confused and bewildered couple ran away from the woman, and Canis couldn't help but chortle with laughter. That had to be the most amusing sight he had seen in a very, very long time. He had never laughed as hard as this. He clutched the sides of his stomach, unable to contain his howls of laughter.
He calmed down, and looked around to see if he caught the glances of curious people wondering why there was a kid laughing by himself. There were none, because they all seemed to busy being intimidated by the angry woman who seemed to be making her way in Canis' direction. Wiping tears from his eyes, he let out a sigh, and then, unable to help himself:
"Hey, lady, what's with the clothes? Somebody die?" he called to the cranky nun who had just passed the bench where he was sitting. "Not many people are going to approve of you if you're going to educate people dressed up like that." He paused, and then continued. "And while I'm at it, why are you preaching to people like it's your business? I'm sure none of the people here want to listen to you, let alone when you're sending spittle in their direction." He gestured his arms to the people who seemed to stop, look, and listen to the boy who was attempting to communicate with a woman who probably didn't have her morning coffee.
"If anything," he continued, proceeding to turn up the music on his iPod. "Just stop shouting like the world is going to end. Nobody likes it." He didn't care if the woman was listening or not. He wanted to get that off his chest.
TAGS - COUNT - NOTES I noticed you don't have a time stamp. Could you put one? [/style][style=border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;margin-left:10px] [/style]
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Post by HEZABEL PECCATI on Sept 28, 2012 21:30:43 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #5778b4; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #5778b4;]THIS IS A GAME.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/aksts.png); float: left;] [/style]"Hey, lady, what's with the clothes? Somebody die?"
Who the hell on God’s holy green earth dared to say something so offensive about one of God’s workers? Hezabel’s blue-violet eyes scanned the area for the source of the voice, glare burning with annoyance and abhorrence. Imagine her surprise (or lack thereof, really) when she spotted a little kid with a smart mouth listening to music on a bench. These children have no respect for authority or the Holy Father anymore! These blasphemies should not go unpunished! the nun shouted internally, still glaring at the insolent little child as she stomped her way to stand in front of him.
“You dare talk me like that, you devil-child? How dare you mock a humble servant of the Holy Lord?!” she screeched, flailing her arms all around before shoving a finger in the boy’s face. “It’s disgusting little sinners like you that have infested this sacred land and have brought the Wrath of God upon us who follow His word! It’s time you repent, child, before it’s too late and the Merciful Lord decides to send you to the Fallen One’s domain!”
That being said, the redhead pulled out her crucifix and Holy water, drenching the cross with the liquid as she spoke in tongues. Closing her indigo hues for a moment, she whapped the boy on the head with the crucifix thrice and drew a semi-circle with the liquid around the boy. Perhaps this boy was merely attacking her verbally because a demon was controlling him. Yes, that seemed plausible! She had had demons controlling her in the past and the enemy took on many forms! She had to save this boy’s eternal soul or the Heavenly Father would surely deny her entrance to Paradise. Like hell I would let that happen! she exclaimed mentally.
“Holy Father, I present to you this soul! And in the name of the Heavenly Father, I cast you out, demon! This being is no devil-child, but a lost lamb that is being mutilated and tarnished by the hands of the enemy! I rebuke you! Leave this child, vile demon!” she proclaimed loudly, ignoring the odd looks she was getting from the spectators. How could she possibly pay them any attention when she was busy doing the Lord’s good work and saving souls? Surely if she did that, she’d get some heavy repercussions in the afterlife.
[style=color: #5778b4; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: CANIS | WORDS: IDK | NOTES: SHE REBUKES YOU, DEMON~!
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Sept 29, 2012 5:26:46 GMT -8
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[style=float:right;border-left: 5px solid #BBBBBB;width: 265px; height:340px; padding: 10px; margin-right: 5px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xr3Eu.png); opacity:0.8; color: #000000; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px]Canis watched with slight amusement and slight irritation as the woman, hearing his comment, made her way towards him and stopped when she was right in front of his face. She stood there and glared at him, and he just watched her silently, wondering what she would do. Part of him was wondering if she would slap him, or perhaps she would get out the holy water and start getting him wet, just like the couple she was bothering before. He frowned, and his eyebrows burrowed, showing his distaste. He didn't want to get wet over such a stupid reason. He also wasn't too happy about the fact that it would be because somebody was angry with him. His mother would give him an earful for that.
“You dare talk me like that, you devil-child? How dare you mock a humble servant of the Holy Lord?!” Humble servant? "Humble? I don't see a humble person anywhere," he said mockingly, shading his eyes and looking around as if he were looking for somebody with the aforementioned attributes. Of course, the woman wasn't listening to him, just flailing her arms like some animal drowning. Then more incomprehensible words began to roll off of her tongue, words that either didn't make sense to Canis, or words that Canis didn't really care about. He sighed, sat back, and listened with increasing irritation as the woman began to get out her crucifix, and drenched it in holy water. Canis eyed the water with unease. Just don't get me soaked, and I won't call law enforcement. But no, the furious woman got out her crucifix...
... and whacked him three times on the head. "Hey, what the heck?" he protested, jumping off of the bench. The woman, who he thought was really insane now, paid him no mind and began to write on his forehead with the water. "Hey, stop that! I mean it--" he was trying to tell the woman, but he stepped on a loose rock, and as it flew from under his foot, he also tripped and landed on his rear end. The rock hit the woman's toe, and normally Canis would have taken small pleasure in that, but now the circumstances were floating beyond weird. Canis watched, and listened, as the nun began to speak in a very unusual language that obviously wasn't English. Canis couldn't recognize it; he had never heard it before. The woman's insanity level was rising in Canis' eyes, and he watched in horror as this continued for another minute or so, and then she began to speak as if Canis were possessed by a demon.
“Holy Father, I present to you this soul! And in the name of the Heavenly Father, I cast you out, demon!" What? "Lady, you stop that before I call--" he began, but it was no use. The woman was on a roll.
"... leave this child, vile demon!" was what she had been saying. Then she stopped talking, and Canis thought this was his chance to shoo the woman off. Of course, unknown to him, he was more likely to just piss her off even more. "Woman, would you get lost?" he hissed in agitation, getting up and angrily wiping his forehead dry with his sleeve. "I don't need your stupid rituals to help me! I don't need anyone! You really need to learn when and where you can poke your nose in somebody else's business, because, really, let's face it, nobody gives a damn!" Canis paused, wondering if this was really true. "Well, I know I don't. So, please, if you don't want me to call the police, you'd better get out of my sight." This was a bluff; he didn't have anything to call anybody with. With that, he crossed his arms, sat back down on the bench, and ignored any spectators that were watching the episode between Canis and the angry, red-headed woman. He narrowed his eyes and watched the woman like a hawk, waiting to see is she would leave or stick around to annoy the hell out of him. He was no longer amused by the woman. If the woman hated Canis with all her heart, the feeling was mutual.
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Post by HEZABEL PECCATI on Oct 1, 2012 14:01:05 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #5778b4; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #5778b4;]THIS IS A GAME.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/aksts.png); float: left;] [/style]A simpering chuckle left the redhead's lips, her blue gaze growing slightly more menacing than before at the child's agitated threats. She felt like giggling. Why? Hell if she knew, but his threats amused her for a moment before she was reminded by a strange voice in her head that the boy was possessed and needed saving. It was probably God’s way of talking to her in order to do his holy work and to save her eternal soul in the process. Nevertheless, she would heed the voice’s commands so she would experience horrible divine repercussions. And screw the police, she had the Heavenly Father on her side; what more could she need?
Just as she was about to whack the demon out of the boy with her crucifix again, there came a hair-raising statement that stopped Hezabel right in her tracks.
“The end of times is here! Come learn of Jehovah’s greatness and pray that you are part of His Kingdom!”
Did she just hear… Oh hell no, she spat mentally as her bright eyes scanned the area, spotting a woman with a modest white dress walking around and handing out little booklets. She literally saw red when she read the big bold letters “Armageddon Is Near!” on the title of the pamphlets. She was pissed beyond belief when the woman made her way over to the little boy, handing him a pamphlet as well.
“Come join us in worshipping Jehovah!” cried the woman in a sickeningly sweet voice. Hezabel felt like strangling the woman right then and there. What was one less false prophesier in the world?
“Demoness! Get away from this lamb of the Lord!” the nun practically growled at the woman, spraying Holy Water at her in hopes of cleansing the woman of evil and lies. “I will not let you touch this little boy, you disgusting liar! Your people and their ridiculous beliefs are sending you straight to hell for your crimes! How dare you all believe you have a right to turn people from the light of God?!”
“Says the woman who follows the words of men who just a bunch of filthy perverts!”
“Demonic witch!”
“Pretentious fool!”
It was then that a brawl between the two women started. Who threw the first punch was anybody’s guess really. But the sight of a nun fighting against a Jehovah’s Witness was… well, interesting.
After hitting the woman a few times in the face with her Bible and crucifix, Hezabel could not help but let out a triumphant cry when the woman donning white ran away. Inflated with pride and satisfaction, the redhead turned around to the little boy and gave him a chilling fake smile before she hugged him.
“Don’t worry, precious Lamb! I shall cleanse you of your demons and then you will live a good life in the Lord’s light! Perhaps the Virgin Mary may even keep you safe as she cares for all children like her Holy Son! You will be alright!”
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Oct 3, 2012 16:23:09 GMT -8
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“Come join us in worshipping Jehovah!” cried the woman, handing him a white pamphlet. Oh no, he thought, as he read the pamphlet. What was an Armageddon? She’s probably another one of those nuns. His brown eyes quickly glanced at the nun, who was wearing mostly black and dark colours, and then she looked at the woman, who was not dressed in a habit and was wearing a more suitable dress for the weather. Or perhaps she’s just a different kind of nun. Canis was not an expert in religion.
Apparently this set off the red-headed nun, because she growled dangerously at the woman in the white dress, as if she were an animal protecting its children. In this case, the nun was protecting a ‘lamb of God.’ The lamb being him. And Canis didn’t like that, not one bit. But before he could say he had nothing to do with the woman, a ferocious brawl unfolded before his eyes. It was an amazing scene.
The catholic nun VS the Jehovah’s Witness! Who will win?
They furiously exchanged blows, like two animals would fight for a mate. And, again, the mate would be Canis. He didn’t like this at all. Who was anybody to make him some object to fight over? These ‘religious’ people should’ve known that better than anyone. But no, this era’s religious people were too busy beating up the other religious people. He pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath, and was again preparing to run away while these two women were busy. He did not want to be mistaken as one of them. Just as he was about to run, he heard the cries of the woman in the white dress fleeing, and then the triumphant yell of the red-headed nun. I don’t have much time, he thought quickly. Gotta go—
The woman caught him mid-run with a big hug, spouting nonsense about being saved and whatnot. He growled with displeasure. What an unlucky boy he was.
“Would you please let go? I do not appreciate hugs from old women, and especially not old, religious, red-headed women. So, please, let go?” He pushed her off of him. What’s with this woman? He growled with displeasure. This was not fun, the woman was not entertaining anymore (even though he had to admit the little scuffle with the Jehovah’s Witness was a pretty amazing sight), and he had had enough.
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Post by anima on Oct 7, 2012 16:26:52 GMT -8
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That tended to scare the people away, Anima sat down and sighed, pulling out her sandwich and eating it. After a while she stood up and threw away her trash, a satisfied smile on her face as she started to walk back for her car. She then stopped to see those loony’s but this now there was this weird dressing woman, a nun, fighting with those Jehovah Witnesses. Well, this was entertainment, she looked out at the crowd everyone had different expression but most seemed to look between the two women and a boy.
Her light blue eyes wandered down to the boy, he was even more unamused by this. Looking back at the fight it was now finished, the nun seemed relieved that she had gotten rid of the other, a heathen Anima would suppose religious people would call nonbelievers. Suddenly the woman jumped onto the boy and he didn’t really like that, Anima’s brows shot up seeing if anyone else was going to help but people went on not wanting to get in the way of ‘religion’.
Seeing something, no just one regular human invade another person’s personal space wasn’t right, even if she did it from time to time.
”Uh, excuse me?” She walked up, holding a finger up. ”I believe you should let the boy go. You can’t criticize people for, I don’t know, not believing? It kind of goes against their first amendment rights.” Anima smiled, rubbing the back of her neck. She didn’t know all the big words the lawyers used but she was learning, slowly but surely.
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Post by HEZABEL PECCATI on Oct 19, 2012 16:58:39 GMT -8
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"Little lamb, I know you are fri-" but she was interrupted mid-sentence by a scrawny-looking brunette. The redheaded nun was more than a little irritated by the young female just by the fact that she was interfering with her holy work. She was even more irritated when the little brat decided that she had a right to tell her what to do. Like hell was she going to listen to the young female when she had God's work to do! But perhaps... Perhaps the girl was being possessed by the devil as well! This makes so much sense now.
So in typical Hezabel-style, the nun narrowed her eyes at the brunette in a cold scowl. "Your butting into the work of the Holy Father goes against the laws of the bible, girl. And I am not done with him. The Fallen One has a strong hold on him and I plan on relinquishing that hold," she informed listlessly before pulling out some more Holy Water and spraying some in the girl's direction while muttering another quick prayer in Latin. "And it seems that he has a hold over you as well, girl! So I shall help you escape these chains!"
That being said, the redheaded woman pulled out her bible and bobbed the younger female on the head with it before opening up the bible to read a passage. "The Lord is my shepherd I shall not be in want..."
Whether this was going to help both of them escape from the devil, she did not know. But with the help of the Heavenly Father, nothing was impossible.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Oct 20, 2012 5:22:33 GMT -8
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“Who do you think you are?” he spat, his eyes dark. To the nun’s point of view, he would’ve really looked like he was possessed by the devil, because it seemed like a dark aura was emanating from the young boy. Of course, this was atmosphere was caused by a violent mix of anger, frustration, vexation, and irritation. All thoughts of walking away vanished. Canis was now here to give the stupid nun a piece of his mind. However, before any words were allowed to fall out of his frowning lips, another figure appeared. It was a teenage girl with brown hair. Oh, jeez, he thought, a bigger frown pulling at the corners of his lips. Please let it be a sane person, for my sake. To his pleasant surprise, she was in fact a sensible and reasonable person, telling the nun to let Canis off the hook. His lips took on the form of a tight line, unable to express the fact that he was extremely overjoyed that there somebody like him came around to save him, nor could it express his extreme animosity. He wasn’t finished with the nun, however.
“The girl’s right. Shut up and keep your opinions to yourself,” he grumbled, shifting his weight from one leg to another, a sign that told most people that he was both extremely pissed and uncomfortable. “I’m not possessed by the devil,” he started, though unsure of the fact. Maybe he was possessed by some demon. He wouldn’t know. “And even if I was, your help is not appreciated.” His eyes moved to the girl who thought that the nun should let him go. He was grateful, but there was no way he’d tell her that. She was a stranger, just like the nun over there, and Canis didn’t care for any one of them. Canis was watching the girl’s face with inquisitive eyes, looking for a reaction to his grumbling. Perhaps she was one of those people who thought of him as a stuck up brat. Well, then she, along with the nun, could just move along and leave him alone. There was no point in saying so if the subject didn’t give a damn. To show that he wasn’t going to take anymore of her trash, he placed both ear buds back into his ears and turned the music back on. His feet took him to the bench that he was originally sitting on, and he plopped himself down on it, ignoring the two figures that stood above him. He was really regretting trying to talk to the nun. Look at where that brilliant idea took him.
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Post by anima on Oct 20, 2012 17:47:02 GMT -8
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The woman’s eyes narrowed, Anima’s head jerked back, she had seen this look before many times when she would watch court procedures. And now here came the droning Anima sighed hard. She never narrowed her eyes but gave back a smile that could leave one guessing what was really going through her mind. Anima’s actual thoughts: I hope I’m not screwed.
She chuckled when the woman pointed out she was ‘going against the law’ and how ‘the fallen has a hold of this boy.’ Seriously, if the “fallen one” did her uncle must be a monkey, whoever that man is. Before Anima could open her mouth to make any sort of counterargument she started getting splashed with water and being spoken to in some kind of language she couldn’t make out, sure she had some Latin thanks to her dedication in learning more about the legal system but it wasn’t her dream language to learn. ”Yeah, well I would rather.” Before she could even finish the quick swipe of a book heading down on her head stopped her.
She quickly applied pressure to the area. Her eyes looked up to the woman; Anima stood straightly determination was now more alive in her eyes. Anima quickly stolen the book away and looked at it for a moment. People worshipped this thing?
”You want your book back?” Anima tilted her head she swayed the book back and forth, hoping to keep the ladies attention on it. Now that she had it what was she going to do with it? ”Well, go get it!” Quick decisions were her thing, smart and quick, not so much. The book went flying and people who were watching ducked others looked around in confusion unsure to duck or not.
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Post by HEZABEL PECCATI on Oct 30, 2012 10:32:58 GMT -8
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However, something the redheaded nun refused to deal with was some little brown-haired twerp swiping her bible from her. Something else she refuses to deal with? The same little brunette idiot throwing her precious Holy Bible to Lord knows where as if it was a piece of worthless garbage. Like hell she was going to accept that; they'd have to convert her back into the horrible sinner that she was a long time ago before accepting something such as that. And that sure as hell was not happening anytime soon, so the scrawny younger female was going to pay for that.
Practically snarling at the brunette girl, Hezabel dashed off to retrieve her precious bible. The very moment she grabbed the holy book, she marched right back to the duo before forcefully smacking them upside the head with her bible. Was she going to bludgeon them to death with her bible? No, but she sure as hell was planning on giving them a headache before she said anything.
Nearly foaming at the mouth like some deranged rabid dog, she felt like pushing them into the water. Exorcism be damned! Who the hell cared if they were two sinners that needed saving? They weren't listening to her anyways, so she might as well drown to get rid of their disgusting sinful souls. She would be doing God's holy work and sending two devils back to where they belong.
So without thinking about it anymore, she actually did start pushing them towards the end of the pier. Did they fall into the water? Who the hell knows. All she was registering by that time was the odd voice she was hearing inside her head. Of course, that was pushing her towards the brittle edge of her sanity, so she had to get out of the place. She had to get back in the church, the only place where she would feel safe and God would surely protect her.
With a verbal shriek, the redheaded woman gave the two a harsh shove before running away, leaving the sinful place of the pier behind her. Today had been enough for her; her spiritual self was tired of fighting all the demons for once.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Nov 7, 2012 19:46:22 GMT -8
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Sadly, the moment did not last – time started moving again, a cold wind blew past Canis, sending a shiver up and down his spine. Clouds loomed in the distance, threatening the people of Los Angeles with rain. Best of all, the crazy nun marched towards them with a tattered bible…
… and smacked him upside the head. His body’s reaction to the pain was quick: he doubled over, clutching the back side of his head. He gritted his teeth and clenched the hair residing at the back of his head – successfully doubling the pain. After a brief moment, the young boy released his grip and sat back up on the bench, and for a second, spectators would have thought that Canis was playing the mature boy and was going to let it all go.
There was no way the young man was going to just let it all go. The red-headed woman was indeed insane in Canis’ dictionary, and that was all that mattered. He slowly got up, brushing himself off dramatically, and sauntered over to the woman’s location, an evil look on his face. “Lady, that was the last time I'm going to let you touch me.” He pointed at the nun accusingly. Canis opened his mouth to say something, his lips just about to form an O, but was interrupted mid-way as the red-headed nun began to push both Canis and the brunette towards the end of the pier. She gave the two a harsh shove before she fled the scene, stomping off in a huff. It had happened so suddenly that Canis wasn’t able to react to the situation. He merely stared after the woman in complete disbelief, his mouth slack. Canis didn’t think that he was as bad as that woman.
Canis’ head turned to face the girl who was also rudely handled by the woman, before turning again to face in the direction in which the nun had escaped in. Clicking his tongue in disapproval, he slowly brought his hand up to the pause button and started the song again, resisting the urge to tackle the nearest person (who was in fact the brunette).
“This is stupid. I’m leaving,” he muttered quietly to nobody in particular, although it was loud enough for the girl to hear it. He stuffed his hands in his sweater pockets, seeking the warmth of cotton, and began his trek home.
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Post by anima on Nov 23, 2012 19:28:20 GMT -8
The woman had gotten a devilish grin on her face, that wasn’t a good thing. It was almost like the persecution getting the upper hand in court, like they had some piece of evidence she’d overlooked. One would think that a book would go far, but this one didn’t. As much as Anima wanted to scream run, part of her wondered why she didn’t yell that out after throwing the book an unheeded detail. This religious nut didn’t look too happy about the situation.
What the heck would even go through a religious persons mind when made upset? Thinking about it, Anima really didn’t want to know what did, but the woman’s face said more than enough. Anima’s stomach dropped. With the end of the pier behind her and the young boy, it seemed like that was their destination luckily there was still enough distance from the water and the dry, of course with a final shove Anima braced her a little better than the boy. The woman let out a shrill before running up.
Anima only sighed and rubbed the back of her head. The boys comment made her chuckle watching him walked away. She then looked up at the sky.
”Crap I’m late for work!” She started to quickly make her way around the crowd that had gather, some still looking curiously to what happened to the situation and others going on with their day. |
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Post by DESTINY on Nov 25, 2012 15:58:53 GMT -8
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