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Exquisite Corpse
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Post by Tempest on Jun 15, 2008 23:30:09 GMT -5
Caroline was about to leave, so she turned to tell Tobias that she'd see him later. Unfortunately, she was caught in mid-turn by the blood coming from his nose. He seemed almost... well, dizzy.
"Tobias," she uttered, her tone concerned, "are you alright?"
She ventured a step closer to him and lightly placed a hand on her shoulder. "Do you need me to go run for the nurse?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2008 23:37:25 GMT -5
Tobias shook his head, plugging his nose up with a knuckle. “No,” he said slowly, trying to think of a proper excuse. “Low blood sugar,” he added to explain the fall. “Bloody nose…a side affect of cocaine,” he tossed in for good measure. It wasn’t as if he were using, though he would see why the comment might lead her to assume his yo-yoing weight.
“I’m…I’m okay, just…tired?” What was he saying now? His words were coming out strangled; the blood flow was slow but still constant. Did the bleed have something to do with the precise split he just experienced? Sounds dulled and black spots danced in front of his eyes, the pupils shivered back and forth. An animal hunger flooded his veins.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 15, 2008 23:59:26 GMT -5
Caroline's face clouded over. If Tobias was using drugs, then she was mad. If he was lying, then she would be absolutely furious. For now, though, she gave him the benefit of the doubt and drew her hand away in disgust.
She didn't know too much about drugs, but Tobias's manner of speech soon led her to believe that he had indeed been lying to her.
"Bull****!" she spat, too angry now to worry about him and his unhealth. For now, she was seething too hard to speak right away. Why the Hell was she getting so angry? It wasn't like he was supposed to be truthful to her- they were not so close as to warrant an assumption such as that one.
She raised a hand to rub the bridge of her nose. Caroline took deep breaths and soon got to the point where she could speak without getting the urge to raise her voice to a yell. "Fine. Fine. I'm not going to get mad... I'm going to walk away," she told herself before turning to Tobias. It took her a couple tries, but she finally got something relatively civil out.
"You- I am- It's--- S***. Okay, so I think I need to leave. Eat something, go play your piano, whatever. I don't care."
With one last, dark look at Tobias, she walked over to the edge of the stage.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2008 0:11:36 GMT -5
Tobias rolled his eyes and attempted to stand. Slowly, he was able to right himself and he quickly followed her. “I didn’t mean it like that!” he said angrily. The blood had stopped, but a dark red smear remained on his bearded lips. “I’m saying that people who used…it… in the past…whatever! I’m still susceptible to these things.” He placed his clean hand on her elbow to hold her in place. “I’ve been clean for coming on five years now!”
He stepped back and let out an angry, frustrated yell. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” he cried out. “It’s like a f*cking freight-train lodged itself into my bloody scull!” He pressed his palms against his temples until the flashing white he was seeing dulled. “F*ck you Caroline! You damned princess! Always knows the question to every answer, but can never be brave enough to challenge something!”
Tobias stormed toward the piano, and with a supernatural strength began pounding his fists into the wood. The piano groaned and splintered, strings popped and vibrated. He ripped the thing apart; his bare hands tearing off one of the bench legs and lodging it into the mouth of the instrument that hadn’t done anything except get in the way of his pain and frustration. The chaos of sound was how he felt inside, his soul was ripping.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 16, 2008 0:26:13 GMT -5
Caroline attempted to control her temper when Tobias insulted her, but stopped when something else took its place. A genuine look of shock overcame the anger on her features when Tobias first started destroying the instrument he'd played on so well. What the Hell was he doing?
Still, it was hard to remain shocked for very long. After watching him go at it for a minute or so, Caroline found that she was just as angry as ever. More so, even. He'd gone and ruined something beautiful because he had no control.
Originally, she might have slapped him, but she was far beyond that point now. Caroline marched right on up to Tobias, and aimed a punch right at his jaw. She put most of her strength and anger into that blow and hoped it would connect. It might have been a stupid move, given Tobias's current state, but she was just not thinking logically at the moment.
As she released it, though, a tiny place in the back of her mind wondered if she'd ever tried to physically hurt him before, other than the time she'd manipulated sound to get him to let her go in the forest.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2008 0:37:20 GMT -5
Tobias instinctively latched a paw-like hand onto her wrist. He shook her as he pulled her toward him and drew back his fist, muscles tense. But at the last moment, the sheen in his eyes dulled and the chaos left his bones. Frozen there, about to strike a woman who deserved to hit him, he dropped his hand and moved away from her.
Bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead and fell over his eyes. He glanced at the mangled piano. He could repair it but that was beside the point. The pain from the punch that Caroline had given finally connected to his brain. His nose was bleeding again.
Taking in the air in heavy, desperate gulps, Tobias’s glance shot from the piano to Caroline and back again. The silence in the room was disturbed by his rasping breaths. There was still a fire in his eyes, but the oxygen was beginning to calm him. “I felt like destroying something beautiful.” He managed to get the words lodged out of his throat, as if it would explain everything.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 16, 2008 6:58:33 GMT -5
"No me digas esto!" Caroline snapped. "Es una excusa, nada mas! Necesito la verdad y estas trabajando a tranquilizarme con... con..." she searched for the word, but had to make do with, "palabras sin significado!"
It made no matter that Tobias was in such a state, or she had been frightened for a fraction of a second. Now, she was kind of disappointed that he hadn't hit her. It would have been easier.
"No puedo escuchar a ti! Los únicos tiempos dices la verdad estan cuando estas sin... control... o enojado conmigo!" Yes, she had reverted to Spanish, she was so angry. This was all well and good, if she didn't want him to understand what she was saying, but it was just not practical.
Not that she was thinking all too clearly at the moment. "No soy una princesa, Tobias! Ellas son perfectas y bonitas y amadas, y no soy. Solo soy una mujer que ama a ti, y no tengo la paciencia para este baile de palabras y dolores!"
She finished, breathing almost as hard as Tobias was. She'd gotten steadily louder as that tirade had carried on and now Caroline realized that she was out of steam. She sighed, looked at Tobias with poorly-disguised contempt, then finished the rant with, "I'm tired, Lobo. And I'm through with it. This. Whatever point you were trying to make... well, you made it. Good for you. Now let me make mine: you and I are not friends. Whatever this is, it's not friendship, so let's stop trying to pretend. From now on, you and I are colleagues, as it should be."
Caroline walked close enough to Tobias so she could prod him in the chest with an index finger and say coldly, "You are a child, Tobias. You're happy one minute and in the next, you're throwing a tantrum. I cannot, will not, go out of my way to experience tus rabias."
With that, she walked to the edge of the stage and hopped off.
||Alright... rough translation of what she said:
"Don't tell me this!"
"It's an excuse, nothing more! I need the truth and you are trying to calm me with... with..."
"words without meaning!"
"I can't listen to you! The only times you speak the truth are when you are without... control... or angry with me!"
"I'm not a princess, Tobias! They are perfect and beautiful and beloved, and I am not. I'm only a woman who loves you, and I don't have the patience for this dance of words and pain!"
lobo=wolf tus rabias= your rages||
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2008 10:31:46 GMT -5
Tobias, still doubled over from his rough beating, had not appreciated her jabbing him in the chest so roughly. At this point, he was thinking less and less like a man and more like the wolf who had to prove his reign as alpha. He gazed up at her, through his thick curtain of veins, roped together by his sweating, and his eyes turned a sickly blood red; the whites had all but vanished.
The reasoning man in him was pained by the fact that Caroline couldn’t see the split in this. He was discouraged and upset that she couldn’t see this wasn’t him. It was as though Tobias was watching a different man do these awful things to her and he couldn’t go anything about it.
He strode toward her. “You want to be colleagues?” he was screaming now, and there was a perpetual growl hidden behind his words. It was as if wolf and man were speaking together. “Fine…we’ll be bloody colleagues.” He pinned her against the wall, and leaned close so that only she could hear. His ruby-blood feral eyes stared right into hers, before he shifted and his mouth, canines sharp and ready to bite, was right next her ear. “You’ll regret this, I guarantee that lass.”
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Post by Tempest on Jun 16, 2008 10:58:35 GMT -5
Brown eyes met crimson and Caroline's heart pounded. Whether from fear or just more rage it was hard to tell. She remembered the last time Tobias had done something like this. She had held back, for the sake of others nearby. She had hesitated, for his sake.
Well, no more. She wasn't some weakling to be pushed around thus, even if he was dangerous. "Suertame!" she cried, struggling against his hands, to no avail. "Suertame!"
When he spoke, she stopped moving. A dangerous smile crossed her face. "What, Lobo? You going to bite me? Do it, I dare you. See who will really regret their actions." As she finished this statement, she aimed a kick at Tobias's crotch.
If he wanted to play this game, she would only join in on her own terms. She was sick and tired of the fear all the freakin' time. When it wasn't Tobias's evil alter-ego, it was a memory, or an event. It was time she stopped avoiding the punches and gave a few of her own in return.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2008 11:13:13 GMT -5
Her foot landed right in the middle of him and he doubled over, knees hitting the ground hard. The wolf left him when his groin was smashed and all that was left was a frail adult-child, icy blue eyes filling with tears from the pain the kick had caused, and from the helplessness he felt when the wolf left him.
He couldn’t look at her. He was so ashamed of the things he had done, looking at her would only damage the situation more. He fell back to rest on his seat and, hiding his face from her, began to weep freely. The emotional roller costar was exhausting and he couldn’t take it anymore. The thought of suicide was rampant.
“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, not knowing how to explain anything to her. Tobias knew there was nothing he could do to make her trust him ever again.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 16, 2008 11:38:24 GMT -5
Caroline felt something give inside, but she could not stand down. She did not want all of this to start over again because she lacked the backbone not to give.
She rubbed one of her shoulders warily and said in an angry, choked voice, "Save the apologies, Tobias. You say them, but nothing ever changes." She turned to leave, and added, "And nothing ever will."
With that, she made her exit from the auditorium. The minute she left those doors, she wiped away tears of her own. Then, steeling herself for future with a different outlook, she went back to work.
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