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Post by kitty on Nov 23, 2012 8:37:26 GMT
Kitten had, had a rather interesting trip to Long Island Sound a day or two ago. She had yet to actually sit down with her mother and ask the usual half a million questions that she had running through her head. She had told her mother she had met a possible new friend but her mother was busy with work so they had not been able to actually sit down and talk completely about things. She would tell her mother only that which she felt was needed. It was how she always did things. Today however she was coming home from shopping and taking the extreme long way home. It was more of that fact that she didn't want to be home just yet. She hadn't gotten anything that needed to be put in the cooler right away so she had the time to literally just mozy on her way back home. As a matter of fact that bags in her hands were holding some thrift store buys.
She would get the stuff at the market when she reached it. The fourteen year old was lost in her own thoughts by the time she reached the music store right next door to the market. She couldn't help herself and walked inside the store. She wasn't here for anything in particular but she loved the sound of the music that was playing in the store at the moment. Kitten moved gracefully through the rows of cds and other devices and to a section of metal music and went looking through the racks. She had a wide taste in music so it was uncommon for the guys that worked there to see the fourteen year old looking through stuff. She wasn't paying attention at the moment to anything.
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Post by Marco King on Nov 23, 2012 10:51:36 GMT
'Come on Marco dearest, you wouldn't be givin' your old pal the silent treatment would you?' The 'fuck you' that was silent even mentally reflected for a moment in Marco's eyes. Jazz may not be the cruelest of his voices, but he was certainly the loudest. 'Seriously baby? After all we've been through?' The half-legend bit his lip, Jazz only came when Francois was about to step up to plate. To use a term that fit the way they battered at his mind. Marco's fingers operated the volume button on his I-pod, as if it wasn't already loud enough to turn someone half-deaf with the Skull Candy headphones he had in both ears. Son of the Mad Hatter, part of him was always aware of the fact. Particularly the 'Mad' part of it. If only that tiny little section in his twisted brain spoke for the rest.
'Come on sweetheart, all these years and your still dreamin'? You ain't gettin' rid of us baby.' This time the 'fuck you' went unsaid and unfelt. Why bother when it had become a standing statement? Little bit further on the volume button. Marco let his hetereochromic eyes flick around, the look more like prey looking for an escape route than someone simply glancing around a street. 'Okay, come on baby seriously now. Come on you know I don't like uncomfortable silences.' Marco's fingers began to drum against his thigh as he worked against the instinct to answer. Speaking just gloated them on. It always did. Finally the madman's eyes settled on a music store. Well, at least he'd fit in. With music in his ears so loud he was getting glances from every passerby. Or maybe they stared because he just looked crazy.
The German teen began to move, long strides talking him to the street, 'thats a green light ace. Try an' remember that the order is kinda reversed when your on foot. Red light means safe, green light means flat.' Lita, with all her attitude had apparently joined the party. 'Your not that lucky flyboy. Lita is out.' He tried not to sigh in relief. He really did. Marco watched the cars flash by, the colors seeming to extend and distort before his vision settled. Or rather his mind. For a moment at least. But then he was tugged back into the recesses of his mind. Marco's feet moved automatically as the walk sign turned green, everything nothing but a blur of color and movement. It happened more often than even his lost mind liked to think about.
The Half-Legend shook his head, like an animal shaking water from its ears. Dismissive, as he came to at the front of the store. A look inside revealed a place exactly to his taste. With everything. Briefly he was aware of his song changing again, Decoy. Which was good. Jazz hated Paramore. Marco walked inside, his dual colored hair falling into his eyes for a moment. He could feel the eyes that briefly raked over him. He wasn't the usual costumer in any place. Even without the light of madness in his eyes. His hand pulled out one of the headphones, the change letting in the sounds around him that he'd been deaf to for the last two hours. Two hours since he'd pulled even one of his headphones out. The madman let his instinct talk him through the sessions, half-aware of where it would be leading him. Heavy metal was just so tempting right now.
A single finger traced over the title of each album, absently passing over them as he found one after another that he already owned. 'Come on baby talk to me. Please baby, your driving me crazy, please.' Marco's eyes flashed briefly, before finally responding under his breathe. "Desperate doesn't work for you. Cocky's more to your fortay"
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Post by kitty on Nov 24, 2012 9:46:05 GMT
Kitten had wandered off to find some headphones and a music player. She had the money to buy one and ironically had not ever gotten a portable one. She had a cd player back at home that she listened to often enough. It generally kept her calm and less likely to have issues where morphing into a cat was involved. She found that weird no matter what people said about it being cool. She still didn't understand what was going on with her. As if being a teen wasn't supposed to be hard enough. Throw on the you have magical powers your parents didn't tell you about and you had something all manners of different. She shook her head getting that thought out but moments later there were voices and multiple voices that entered her head. One spoke directly to her as if it knew who she was and it made her look around. She didn't know the voice but she couldn't find the person it went too either.
A few of the other voices belonged to the people that were a few rows away from her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and told the voices to go away. They slowly faded away all but a single voice in her head that was telling her that things were going to change fast for her. She got a little scared of that voice and bit her lower lip to keep from well freaking out about it. She kept telling it to go away and finally it listened to her. She took a deep breath once her mind only had her thoughts in it and went back to looking for a good pair of headphones. Her headphones found and music player in hand she went back to the metal section. She now as looking for anything she might not have already seen and not wanted.
It was long after her return to the metal section that she started to hear mulitple voices again and couldn't place them. On top of that there was loud music coming from her right. She looked over and saw a boy probably few years older than herself looking through the section. He made a comment out loud and she tilted her head. He had been saying don't speak in his mind but she couldn't figure out why. She shrugged it off having silenced her mind completely from outside intrusion or at least she hoped and walked over to him. "What do you mean by cocky being more of a fortay? Is there someone else here with you?" She looked around but couldn't find anyone which really didn't phase the little kitty. It only made the kitten inside of her purr with interest.
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Post by Marco King on Nov 24, 2012 15:04:22 GMT
The madman smiled at her, like someone apologizing for their companion's bashfulness while Jazz laughed in his head. He wouldn't do it. The voices never talked to anyone else. Only him. 'Come on ace. You know the drill, tell her your name. Say hi. This 'F' in social interactions in killing me.' Marco almost smiled at the prompt from Lita. "I'm Marco. Marco King. Pleasure to meet you." Gustav was the one who had drilled him in formality. Briefly the Half-Legend felt some clarity come to him, allowing his razor sharp mind to come forth and evaluate her. Like Lita's brusque respect for interaction had called the haze over his mind to heel. Young. Younger than even him, and such a pale blonde that in some lights her hair would look almost white. But she was like him. Not normal. Not perfectly human. It was a relief to find someone after these years. Maybe someone who wouldn't stare when he spoke with the voices.
Marco's hand operated absentmindedly as it turned down the volume of his deafening music, lowering it to a standard that didn't make his ears throb with pain even if it muffled the voices. Nothing actually made them quiet. Nothing but the rain. "And you are?" Simple interaction while his mind settled back into the haze of skewed interpretations and mixed up observations. Part of him would always understand that he was insane. The rest was simply just that. Insane. |
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Post by kitty on Nov 25, 2012 6:20:11 GMT
Kitten watched the male before her with undying curiosity. One would have to wonder if the Cheshire Cat himself had every done that with the Mad Hatter in the first place. Of course no one on earth would know anything really. Curiosity was almost like a drug to Kitten. It could get her into trouble but that never seemed to phase her. She wanted to no more onces she got a taste of anything she was curious about. It was far better to just let her curiosity lie and not make her want more but then again she's never tell anyone that. And she always had a way of finding things out when people least expected it. The kitten inside of her was purr and it wanted to come out and play. She stopped looking at him for a moment and looked up to the ceiling. An odd sort of sensation was hitting her. She wasn't freaked out but she could feel the kitten inside of her stir as if it wanted too. She tilted her head to the side for a long moment before the male's voice roused her from her thoughts and the kitten inside of her was content to just purr for the moment.
A smirk came across her face as she saw his slight smile. She liked it and it didn't bother her that there might be a slight edge of insanity in it. After all he was talking to voices and he seemed rather amusing. Like a shiny toy being dangled infornt of a small kitten eager to play. She looked at him for a moment as he told whomever it was to tell her something. She didn't mind when no answer came to that. Moment later he was saying his name. "Kitten...though some people prefer to call my Kitty or Lacey. I like being called Kitten though." She shrugged it off. She was rather fond of her name. "Its a Pleasure to me you Marco." She didn't mind the line of questioning in the first place. She noticed only slightly that he had turned down the volume on his headphones.
The kitten inside of her wanted to be playful and it was almost begging her to come out and play. She was surprised at this fact again and tilted her head shaking it. There was no way she was going to morph in public none at all. Unless of course she got freaked out but suprisingly she was completely and utterly comfortable even if she was in the presence of someone who was likely completely insane. She rather liked that prospect of that idea. "Want to look for music together?" She question as she looked at him a grin coming onto her face that pretty much belonged to her father but was far more feminin in the first place.
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Post by Marco King on Nov 25, 2012 8:06:46 GMT
'Not bad for your first time love. Guess our boy's schooling did you good.' Marco rolled his eyes as Lita slipped away. She never stayed for long. Jazz could certainly pick up a few tips from her. 'You wound me darling. 'You don't back off and I'll wound you! The Half-Legend laughed quietly at the argument. Lita's motives could redefine obscure, but she was always good for entertainment when around Jazz. The madman gave her a complex smile as she introduced herself, "Then Kitten it is." The flourishing bow was comical for the sheer insanity of it in this modern day. Where it simply didn't belong. A lot like him and his demented eyes. 'Ask her if there's any reason for that. Marco resisted the urge to attempt to strangle the voice. Respect wasn't in Jazz's vocabulary. 'Do you want me to hurt him?' Yes.
The Half-Legend gave her a crooked grin of apology, not even explaining his way of spacing out. After all, no one else understood the voices. So why even try? No one else could hear him, that had been obvious for years. The german madman's eyes glittered as he caught the playful look in her. He understood that, like what made him love being around people so much. But being around people was hard, no one understood the voices. She was different. She didn't seem to mind him talking to the voices. "Why not?" Marco smiled fleetingly at her, the look like an on and off switch as he operated the volume botton, shutting off the sound of Katy Perry's California Girls. Jazz seemed to like her, but Francois wouldn't it, so he was safe. People always kept Francois away.
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Post by kitty on Nov 25, 2012 8:22:24 GMT
Kitten was trying very hard not to give into the cat like instincts that were coming too her. She couldn't let the kitten out. She took a deep breath and watched the male infront of her. She was wondering what was going on inside of his head. She always liked to figure out what people were thinking. If she would ave looked down at her hand she would have noticed that it was slowly fading into the cd that her hand had been on. Her hair started to go a sort of transparent and lucky for her no one was around to pay that much attention to two strange teens in the metal section. It wasn't like the kids that were usually in that section were normal in the first place. Well normal by human standards and apparently she wasn't exactly like the other humans. That part still had her slightly confused but she was fourteen half the world confused her.
She heard the word yes come into her mind in the same type of voice that the male in front of her had been speaking in. "yes? Are you alright?" She wasn't sure why she had entered his head with her own words but part of her was curious and the part of her talking now was the kitten who wanted to get out and could not. There were other voices slowly starting to come in. One saying how much the kids in the section were odd the other saying all manners of not so nice things. She begged them to go away as she started to freak out just a little bit by the sinister thoughts of a man that had entered the store. She looked around to find the person. It was hard to find who they voices went too. The male in front of her through his own insanity would be able to tell something was not right.
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end for a moment and her hair turned from the slow transparent it had been going to fully pure white and was slightly sticking up at the ends. She bit her lower as she heard a scream come from the back. She saw someone else running. She didn't know what was going on. A second later another scream was heard and a gun shot. She pulled the male down with her trying to hide from the insuing chaos not caused by either of them. In her panic she morphed into a kitten. A soft meow came from her lips as she put a paw on the males head. "W...what was...crap we've got to get out of here." People were running all over the place and didn't seem to notice the kitten on the ground. "Who in the right or wrong mind pulls a heist at a music store?" Her mind decided to race with a million question and hopefully it wasn't going to cause the male next to her any more trouble.
((ooc: Pink for in mind purple is talking outloud...oh and i couldn't help myself. she needed to shift lol.))
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Post by Marco King on Dec 4, 2012 21:10:27 GMT
His flickering, dual colored eyes took in the slight inner struggle with a kind of oblivion that could only come from his insanity. It reminded him of when the voices were harassing him. When they tried to control him. But this didn't seem bad. Just strange. 'Huh, check out the fur. Cool.' Marco blinked slowly, his dark eyelashes veiling his eyes as they turned to look at her arm, head cocking like a curious dog as the hair went transparent. Jazz always noticed things like that, not like Gustav's intuition, but he noticed things out of the corner of Marco's eyes that he never did. Lita never cared enough to. 'Yes? Are you alright? The schizophrenic teenager blinked rapidly as he spaced off. He didn't know this voice. 'Oh hello. Your new, I hope your more like Lita and Gustav than Francois. So, what should I call you..? And I'm fine, just talking to Lita.'
Marco refocused on reality, his green and blue eyes flicking about for a moment. It was funny, she didn't feel like a voice. She felt fuzzy, and friendly. Like the voices used to feel. But clearer. The slight panic in her just confused him, but he understood part of it. Like thunder or silence. But he couldn't see anything that would scare her. But then again, no one could see the voices either. The son of the Mad Hatter bit his lip as he began to feel whatever she was hearing. Wrong, he would hurt them. Not good, not good at all. 'Easy love, breathe now, panic later.' Gustav. That was better, Gustav always knew what to do. Marco glanced back at her, registering without surprise the facts as her hair turned snow white. Then the scream came. 'Work with her.
Marco's unstable mind took in everything with the kind of apathy that could only come from what was flat out insanity. The fact that it was a music store and that they were in danger didn't even make an impression as he let himself get pulled to the ground. The fact that it didn't change as his companion morphed into a kitten was proof of his insanity. As if it were needed. 'W...what was...crap we've got to get out of here.' And finally surprise reached the madman. 'Kitten? What are you doing with the Voices?' 'Later ace. You need to get out of here. Move it.' Marco shook off his curiosity, instead focusing on the people that rushed by, his already scrambled mind noting things in no particular order. Sometimes he'd be able to interpret it, but not today.
'Who in their right or wrong mind pulls a heist at a music store?' It was in a tone of amused disgust that Francois finally spoke up. 'Maybe they like music.' Marco's mind came to what could be called a skidding halt as fear clouded it. Not Francois, he couldn't deal with Francois right now. 'Face it darling, your gonna have to deal with me your whole life.'
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Post by kitty on Dec 5, 2012 22:11:37 GMT
 Kitten hadn't thought about the fact that it might have been a disgruntled employee or a kid that had had enough with people making fun of them. They came into her mind later as she managed to find a way out of the mess and shift back into human form. Thankfully in the chaos no one but the boy next to her even noticed this happen. The cops were outside by the time that everyone got out there. They sectioned off the area and then started asking people questions. Kitten wanted to avoid the questioning only because she found it more interesting to find out what had happened with the people inside. From her stance next to Marco she was watching the medics run into the store. She did hope no one had died but if they did things would be a little more complicated for the owner now. She wondered what the owner would do about all the freaked out people that had been inside to the music store. Thankfully it hadn't been too many at least she didn't think it was but it was a pretty decent sized store. Kitten knew that the boy next to her was well off. Kitten on the other hand had to be considered that way too. She didn't have the same problems oh no. Her's were more subtle and she could at times conrol what was going on and win the battle between the voices that flooded her head. Most of them coming because of the fact that she had started to realize that she could talk in her mind and that other people could hear. THough half the time she didn't realize she was doing it. Though she supposed it didn't matter. He said he was fine and that he was talking to Lita. The name confused her but she was too concerned at the moment for their safety to really think much of it. Then he was asking her what she was doing with the voices. "Talking to you as I can't talk in kitten form." She grined inwardly to herself. She didn't really know she had been using it in human form in the first place or rather at all. She just knew that that was the best way to talk in kitten form. She hadn't actually tried to talk like that either. She knew she could meow but talking that was a completely different story so she used the inner voice and what one could call her true voice when she was like that. She groaned as a cop approached them and began to ask her questions. She stayed silent and not amused at all. She wasn't sure what was going on with Marco but she was starting to feel utter concern for him so she stood really close to him as the cop turned to ask him the same things he had been asking Kitten and not getting any answers too.  |
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Post by Marco King on Jan 10, 2013 4:29:25 GMT
'You know mate, I really wonder why you don't just let him shoot you. Make things easier on all of us.' Marco tried to focus his eyes on reality, but he could feel the lines in his mind pushing him back, and distantly he was aware of the fuzzy feel of his limps moving. Sticking with Kitten and getting out of the danger area. But the rest of him was fighting against Francois. 'Seriously buddy, you can't deny that I have a point. What have you ever done worth living for. Lets see, you managed to piss off the White Queen and get yourself kicked out of home, and in doing so abandoned your already on-the-edge mother. And of course, worst of all from your perceptive; you made us' Marco was vaguely aware of shaking his head weakly, whether in denial or a attempt to shake off Francois he wasn't sure. But the rest of him was still only half-cognitive.
He was used to the episodes, fading out of reality like blacking out if his body would only stop working as well as his mind, but it still caught him by surprise as the darkness crept along his fuzzy vision. And then he was out. It would look just like he was still completely aware. Until someone tried to actually talk to him. Then it was nothing, no response, no reaction, no emotion. Like extreme shock.
Marco slowly came back to awareness, blinking once at the police officer asking him questions that weren't quite registering in his brain. And vaguely he could feel Francois sulking, he hated it when he got away by fading out like that. But now he could feel Lita's warmer presence and Gustav's rich voice was the only one speaking, 'come on darling, come back to us. Tell him that you didn't see anything. That you didn't see the face.' The madman obeyed as the rest of his awareness came flooding back - or, as much of it as he'd ever had - "No. Nothing. Sorry." The brief, broken up sentence wouldn't have been a surprise if it weren't for the vague, spaced out way he said it. But of course, the glitter in his glazed eyes both explained it and stopped him from asking any further. He just walked away.
Marco mad an effort to blink off what was left of the haze as he turned to his new friend. "Sorry about that. The voices wouldn't let me go." The German half legend made the unusual comment as a statement, like it should actually make perfect sense.
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Post by kitty on Jan 21, 2013 23:28:40 GMT
Kitten had been looking at the police officer asking Marco questions and getting no replies. Kitten almost wished she could hear what was going on in the other's mind but even that was silent or so it seemed. There was a fuzzy mumur coming from his head or at least she thought it was from him. She was trying to keep all the other voices out of her own head and trying not to freak out in the cops presence. She really didn't like cops. She continued to watch in silence and she could tell that the cop was being a little put off by the two children and wondering she was sure if they were traumatized or something about the incident. Kitten was not she just didn't want anything to do with this place right now. She wanted to get away there were now too many people around for her liking. Some of them ones she didn't like to much. She looked around them and hoped that Marco was going to be okay.
Then finally she heard words come out of the male. They were telling the cop that they had seen nothing. It was true they really hadn't but kitten had heard the person's thoughts before they had done anything. It was just that she didn't want to explain that. The cop walked away from them after Marco's words and then Marco turned to talk to her. "Its okay but let's get out of here." She took his hand and started walking away from the area before the cops really allowed them to leave. She knew how to get around and past the barricades even if they didn't want them too. Growing up in the place helped. They turned down a back alley and she was climbing a ladder before most people would even think to look back to the teens that had seemed to have just vanished. "You coming?" She questioned as she looked down at Marco.
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Post by Marco King on Feb 1, 2013 17:37:49 GMT
Marco managed a slight smile at Kitten's response that reached his eyes when she took his hand. The sensitive pads on his fingers tingling as the rest of his brain came online. He was always sensitive to touch and sound at first. But it didn't hurt. Not unless people were rough. But not many people were rough with him, either because they didn't want to hurt him or because they were afraid of him. Madness is a terrifying prospect after all. The half legend blinked a few times as he was led down a back ally, instinct and memory making the hair on the back of his neck rise and Gustav's voice answered his growing tension. 'Easy garçon. Not like last time. Remember? People can't hurt you anymore.' Marco took a deep breath and relaxed at the heavily accented voice.
Gustav wasn't like the other voices. He was always warm while even Lita turned cold as well as harsh sometimes. Even if she was never cruel. Marco instantly came to a halt as Kitten began to climb the ladder. A entire city and she just had to have one of his fears as an escape route... The son of the Mad Hatter shook his head sharply, biting his lip as he looked at what he deemed a unstable death trap. He hated anything that wobbled, anything that shook. Heights he could deal with, as long as it was stable. Marco's heterochromic eyes flicked up at her as she spoke, his peripheral vision making him pay more attention to the way her hair swung in the slight wind than her expression. But he nodded. 'Okay Stav, my turn. Remember ace, been here, done this. Just take a deep breath, start climbing and don't look down. Either that or look down and we get to laugh at your pain.
Marco blinked once at Lita's low pitched and rough voice while he started climbing. It was easier to ignore the fact that he was practically shaking once he was on it, less easy to ignore the fact that he was climbing a metallic object that could likely fall or break on him and leave him with broken bones and battered flesh. But the reminder that Lita gave him of how much Francois would be enjoying this was enough to get him to the top. The madman took a deep shuddering breath, the fear succesfully pushing back the natural haze in his mind, and his eyes were practically dilated as he looked at his new friend. "Perhaps I should have mentioned that I hate ladders." 'You got that right ace...'
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Post by kitty on Feb 14, 2013 21:36:02 GMT
Kitten could be deadly if she needed to be. The girl grew up mostly in Brooklyn and in a rough neighborhood there. So she knew how to be deadly when she needed to be not that many people would actually figure that out. She was the seemingly innocent young girl that she looked like. She wasn't going to hurt Marco in fact part of her wanted to protect him in any way that she could. She couldn't protect him from the voices in his own head just like no one could protect her from the kitten inside of her that had its own voice either. But in some way she could try to control what she heard coming from others. Those voices alone made the young girl paranoid. Half legend that she was it was the first time she had met someone that in an instant of meeting she wanted to protect because well she wanted too. It was hard to explain and it would take her days to figure out things and it might never happen. She followed instinct she always had.
However about half way up the ladder for her she seemed to vanish and then reappear on the top of the roof with her hand extended down to help Marco. The whole vanishing act never really phased her because it just happened and she was where she needed to be. She never questioned it and while most other people would. She seemed to always be where she needed to be. She never had tried it straight from the ground. It just didn't seem to want to happen that way though she also never thought about the vanishing when it happened either. She was just focused on getting the hell away from places she didn't want to be at.
She watched as Marco climbed. It look like he might actually be put off in some fashion from climbing. She waited for him to get to her even with her hand extended. She could see the fear in his eyes and she instantly felt bad. "Sorry" She said with a said look on her face. "We can get out of here down the other ladder but umm I think it might be better if I get into the roof access door and we go out that way." She didn't want to cause him anymore fear. Down below she could see the cops walking around and the medics and such heading away.
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