:<lesser of the two evils>:<may.death.free.us[CREED, CLOSED] Aug 10, 2014 5:28:15 GMT -5
Post by creed on Aug 10, 2014 5:28:15 GMT -5
- This guy clearly didn’t have a sense of humour, much to Creed’s disappointment. He was much more serious that she initially thought he was. It was beginning to dampen her upbeat persona. He replied to her statement, saying that it mattered not if she liked him or not. Not that Creed did in anyway. She’d only just met the guy, plus she doubt she’d ever see him again after today was over with. ”All I’m saying is that a girl likes to be complimented. Some might tell you to shut up and to stop being ridiculous, but they don’t mean it. They actually mean ‘Oh, please continue to flatter me with your kind words’” Creed clasped her hands together and mocked the typical female with a high voice, fluttering her eyelashes as she looked to the sky. Her position paused for a few seconds before she dropped her hands and let out a snort. She hated girly girls, which is why she enjoyed flirting with their lovers right before them. Creed turned and nudged her foot at Blackout’s thigh. ”Just keep that in mind if you ever want decide to break down your walls and meet a lady” Was that advice? Why was the dark saviour of Gahanna passing pointless information to another being?
Creed had got the impression that Blackout was not very fond of people touching him, so she decided to keep that in mind for the next time she wanted to piss him off. Maybe she would pull on his cheeks, play with his hair, or scrunch his lips into a pout...maybe even share a forceful kiss with him. There was no fun in the latter unless there was someone who cared for him watching. Creed liked to cause friction, but there was no point if there was no one else around to rub against the wrong way.
”Geez, you really are a stiff, aren’t you. Creed spoke, referring to his displeasure of smiling without meaning. You never needed a reason to smile, especially not for Creed. The girl was always smiling, but they weren’t meaningful smiles. In fact, they were nothing more than fake smiles to try and plant a fearful seed in others minds. When she smiled, it wasn’t a friendly smile; those smiles were rare for the dark being.
”Oh godddddd...” Creed moaned at Blackout’s next set of words. Her hands threw backwards with a force, pulling her body back and flopping against the tiles of the roof. Her position was now laying flat, with her feet dangling over the edge of the roof. ”You’re so exhausting! Lighten up.” Creed pushed herself back into a sitting position after her exaggerating throw. ”You mean to tell me you don’t enjoy anything? I find that hard to believe.” The man went on the return the question. She blinked, not expecting him to ask. Her eyes turned towards the street, thinking before answering. ”I think it’s pretty obvious what I enjoy...don’t you?” Her eyes turned to Blackout’s as she lifted a hand, stroking the side of his cheek with the back of her finger. She smiled a wicked smile, laughing lightly before removing her hand and looking back out to the dark sea above.
The mood began to shift when Blackout probed a question which Creed wasn’t too keen on answering. He started to talk about deception, something that Creed, herself, was guilty of. Usually the topic wouldn’t bother her; but for some reason, because Blackout had brought the topic up once again, it started to play on her emotions slightly. He went off into a talk about how nothing affects him in the universe, and that he never feels any burden or that he feels he has no heart. Creed could have guessed that much. The guy was too damn serious for her, and the way he killed those civilians (which weren’t all that innocent, mind you) it was obvious that he felt no emotion, no remorse. The guy was a machine. He made Creed look fairly normal, which she thought was impossible. Blackout turned and took the time to look at Creed, staring into her purple orbs, as he assumed that her family were dead. She didn’t say anything, didn’t even nod, but only looked away. A heavy blanket drowned her heartless heart. Creed stared down at her black nails, thinking to herself and reminiscing of when she decided to take her family’s life from them. Was this guilt? Why was she starting to feel for them after everything they had done to her? Blackout was right. They did have it coming to them. But did she really need to murder them? Creed could have easily walked out of the castle and fled her home, leaving them to run Gahanna without their daughter.
Creed turned back to look at Blackout when he asked if she cared for anyone. Her eyes stared passed his as she remembered her younger brother, Karv. Of course she did. In fact, he was the only person she did care for. No one else mattered to her other than her younger sibling. It was because of him that she was still here, alive, and searching for souls to keep him alive and the darkness away from harming him. She smiled, and for the time it was a genuine soft smile which had emotion behind it. ”Yeah, I do.” She looked away, picturing Karv’s childish features. The smile remained lingering on her face, replacing the darkness and the sinister look she usually wore. ”You want to protect them, no matter what. Even if it means risking your own life to keep them safe....it’s...” Creed shook her head, removing the smile from her face. Why was she allowing him to open her up like a book?!
The dark saviour pushed to her feet, not bothering to look at Blackout as she moved to the other side of the roof. Creed was furious with the man, and with herself. She wasn’t one to stop and have a chit chat and share emotions with others. That wasn’t her nature. Curling her hands into a ball, she gently tapped them either side of her temple, mentally insulting herself as stupid for dropping her guard. The thought of Karv was her weakness. It changed Creed, softened her up to allow people to get to her core. It was something she needed to work on. Creed didn’t want people to understand her, to know who she is and what mattered to her most. She wasn’t that sort of person. She wouldn’t allow herself to be that person.
Without another word said, Creed leaped off the roof. Her body quickly fell towards the floor, but the use of her tentacles helped aid her to the ground softly by clinging on to window ledges and sign posts. When touching the ground, she stormed off towards an open area with a brightly lit fountain. Her purple eyes glared at it, accusing it mentally of being too bright. Like a bull in a china shop, Creed smashed through the fountain with her arms of darkness; smashing the blinding bulbs with swipes of her tentacles as she remained rooted to the ground before it. Anger poured from within as she destroyed the once beautiful creation to a pile of debris with water leaking from the burst pipes. A puddle started to form around her feet, like its life fluid was pouring from the fountain’s open wounds.
”This world is too bright.” She said to herself out loud as she looked up from the puddle, eyeing up the lampposts, the glowing windows and brightly lit sign posts. She wasn’t sure if she was referring to the world itself or her own emotions.