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Childsplay - Chapter 3 - BetrayalChapter Three - Betrayal
~ At the turret… ~
‘I’m bored, Raviel!’, the red-haired Shadow Man with the name of Uria complained. ‘Be patient, Uria, you can go soon enough. Let’s just watch a little longer…’, Raviel said and returned his attention to the bowls of water on the table, each of them showing a different scene.
There were Ren and Enya, rushing through the hallway; Estelle, who had stopped pacing and was now drawing figures on the wall with a small pencil.
S had started demolishing the door in the mean time, but the wooden door was clearly made of some pretty sturdy stuff, because there were only scratches.
Cerberus had started playing darts with napkins and knifes; they were all bulls-eye.
Crystal was currently washing her face in the bathroom, Aidan tried to break the mirrors because they drove him crazy, and Shiman checked the oval mirrors for hidden spaces that might get him out of there.
‘But I’m rea
Yu-Gi-Oh! Roleplay part three~!Yu-Gi-Oh! Roleplay part three~!
Kuriboh: *jumps on Kaiba's shoulder*
DM: *smirks* There we go again...
DM: Oh, nothing... *grins*
Kuriboh: *purrs and playfully bites Kaiba's ear*
Kaiba: Ouch! What the hell!? *swats at Kuriboh*
Bakura: *to Crow* You'll find out soon enough... *grins*
Crow: *no longer gets it* Right... Anyway, why does that guy *points a Kaiba* reminds me of Jack?
DMG: Who's Jack?
Crow: Well, you see... *tells about Team Satisfaction*
(I'm not joking, that's the Japanese name of the Enforcers!!!)
Kuriboh: *bites Kaiba's hand*
Kaiba: Damnit, furball! What does he have against me?
DM: I guess he doesn't like your attitude.
Bakura: *grins* Or he remembers a certain event from three thousand years ago...
Kaiba: Oh, please. Quit the nonsense. I don't believe in magic or anything like that.
Jonochi: How can you say that when you were there!?
Bakura: In more ways than one... *smirks*
Kaiba: Oh, gimme a break. It's all nonsense. Just a coincidence.
Childsplay: Game Start - The First NightmareGame Start - The First Nightmare
”Oh, this is fantastic…”, Ren thought as she sat up. A quick glance around had told her she was alone in the parlor. A 19th century Victorian-style parlor. The parlor in the doll house.
”Does this mean the Game is real? Oh, that’s just great. I swear, when I see Raviel-!”, Ren thought angrily. She didn’t know what exactly she was going to do when she saw said man, but you could have a lot riding on it that it wouldn’t be friendly.
Through out the house, everyone had similar experiences…
~ Enya ~
‘Hello~? Anyone there~? Helloo~??’, Enya exclaimed loudly. ‘Estaa? Ren? S? Where are you guys? Cerberus? Crystal? Anyone? Aidan?? Shiman?’ No one answered.
Enya sighed and sat down to wait for the others, counting the tiles on the floor of the doorless room that freaky light had ditched her in.
~ Aidan ~
‘Stupid game, stupid light, stup
Yu-Gi-Oh! Roleplay part two~! Yu-Gi-Oh! Roleplay part two~!
DM: Knowing you, you're going to cause trouble...
Bakura: *smirks* Hence my definition of 'fun'.
Kuriboh: Kuri! *jumps on Bakura's head*
DMG: *starts to laugh*
Yuzu: *comes back in* Ah, Kuriboh! Wai-! *stops dead at the sight of Bakura*
DM: You just got Yuzu in a lot of trouble, little furball.
Kuriboh: *angry* Ku ri!
DM: You're right, it's her own fault.
Yuzu: Hey! I would have been fine if that guy didn't cause Kaiba to step away! *points at Kuriboh*
Kuriboh: *annoyed* Ku ri kuuuu!
DM: Well, he's right about that. He said that you are the one who stole the Sennen Ring.
Jonochi: Wait. How can you understand what Kuriboh says? Because you're both Duel Monsters or something?
Dark Magician: *nods* You're right, Jonochi-kun.
Jonochi: *happy* Heh-he...
Kaiba: *sighs* O please. You'll give him a big head that way.
Yuzu: *still running from Bakura* Oh like you?
DM: *grins* I have to agree with Yuzu.
Kuriboh: Kuri? *doesn't get
Childsplay - Chapter One: The GameChapter One: The Game
Ren made it home just before her friends would arrive. Throwing ‘THE SHADOW GAME’ on the coffee table in the middle of her living room, she made straight for her closet to get changed.
Just when she was trying to comb her hair into some sense of normality, the doorbell rang.
‘Coming!’, she yelled while rushing down the stairs.
The door seemed to be against her, as she almost knocked herself in the head with it when she pulled it open.
‘Door being a bitch?’, a familiar voice asked. Ren gave a groan in mock-annoyance before grinning. ‘You betcha.’, she told Estelle. Enya giggled.
Estelle Nightheart and Enya Shen had been Ren’s friends for four years and they were really close. Estelle was the same age as Ren, Enya was five years younger.
Ren let them to the living room and then went to the kitchen to get something to drink.
‘So; what’s with the sudden invitation? Not that I mind, just curious.&
Childsplay: The Prologue-Prologue-
Ren knew she made a mistake when she entered the store. A bad feeling settled in her gut the moment she crossed the doorstep. How come? For that we need to go back in time a little…
Summer break was ending and Ren was bored out of her mind, so she got the random idea of inviting some friends over to play a game. Only problem: Ren didn’t posses any good games.
Most were lost, were missing parts (or the manual) or not everyone would be able to play at the same time. Or they were buried under piles of junk, unable to reach unless you moved the whole pile. Or they were eaten… Okay, maybe not eaten, but you get the idea.
And videogames? Forget it; Ren had only two consoles.
So she did the one logical thing: she grabbed her jacket and made for the stores downtown.
And that’s how she got in her current situation. Why did the store give her such a bad feeling? Maybe because it had been practically invisible until she had rubbed her eyes
Yu-Gi-Oh! Roleplay part one~! Yu-Gi-Oh! Roleplay part one~!
Neko: OK, let's start the YGO RP... Let's make sure we don't mess too much with the logic.
Yuzu: Dude, we're RP-ing with non-existent people. Logic is already messed up.
Dark Magician Girl: *joking* I summon a comment~!
Neko: *dead-pan* You're a Duel Monster. You can't summon anything.
DMG: That was a joke!
Neko: *grins* I know.
Dark Magician: *sighs* This is great... (sarcastic)
Yuzu: *grinning* LOL, Neko; we've just started and you're already teasing the characters!
Neko: I know! And I thought it'd be fun to tease our favorite little trickster a bit, so I started with teasing DMG.
DMG: *pouts* Not funny.
Yuzu: Uhm, my favorite little trickster is Aster...
DM: Aster? *doesn't know the english names*
Neko: Let's stick to the original series, OK? I know only a few things about GX, and I know almost nothing at all about 5Ds and Zexal. *realizes* ...I just messed up my English.
Yuzu: I know, just wanted to let you know
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Neko: Because it is. Let's just stop it.
Yuzu: okay. wanna continue with a Yu-Gi-Oh!-one?
Neko: OK, I'll comment on one of your deviations.
Yuzu: Okay, just hold on for two seconds; I'm gonna upload this 'final part', then I’ll see everyone off, okay?
So; we’re stopping the Clamp Roleplay now. We’ll continue with a Yu-Gi-Oh!-RP. I don’t know what road it’ll take yet, but it’ll be fun alright. Please read when part 1 comes~!
Yours truly; KurosakiYuzu-11 and LuckyKoneko.
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Yuzu: Just thinking of it; they've been fighting for a while now, but Kamui hasn't attacked yet...
Clow: Of course he hasn't. It's easier to win if you let your opponent exhaust himself.
Kerberos: What a minute; are you saying I fell for his tactics?!
Clow: *smirks* Exactly.
Kerberos: Damn. So much for support...
Clow: I thought you had seen through his strategy already.
Kamui: He pretty much didn't.
Kerberos: Shut up! No one asked for your opinion!
Kamui: No one asked for yours either.
Kerberos: *sighs* Let's just go on.
Kamui: Right. We were still fighting.
Kerberos: *growls* Like this can be called fighting. You aren't doing anything.
Kamui: *smiles* True. But find me one person who cares. *glares at Yuzu* And don't you dare raise your hand now.
Yuzu: *gulps and drops hand*
Kerberos: Well, I care!
Yué: Yeah, you care now, but you didn't notice it at all until someone mentioned it.
Yuzu: Ouch, right in the Life Points~
diaryi thinned recall,
strangled memory until she screamed black
or blue, strung her source of voice along
the willowed incline of vein to wrist and down
let the curl thirstily imply
just how cut it is to pain in numbers:
one scar for extravagant wine dates, three
for the number of times we fucked crying,
eight for forgotten promises of ever after
i heard a sordid song in your tallied matchstick
bones, victorian in beauty & proper repression
of the bloody details like a bruise we push beneath
our hollow skin with dirty fingernails
see, the past is not a headless infant with knives for
playful fingers, though it is not to say
that cribs or birdcages hold anything more than
what we leave them to engulf
i swallowed you whole, ocean— basked by the enchantments
of soft-spoken life, bathed by neurotic erosion.
they taught me that the cleansing of your body now
fades the transient you of yesteryear, speak in familiar tongue:
bathroom stall mirages of rounds, clocks, convey
eight ways you've made me small1. I wish
this was for you.
2. my journal pages - the
brown one with all our monologues -
were jarred with hollow vows of
last poems of
letting you slip into a coma
of bad memories, watching you
fall to your death off
a cascading cliff of disease
and dis ease.
it was never
easy for me
3. there's a reason I ask
whether you're grey
(dark white, elusively black, in between)
or blue (behind the clouds, under wave-foam,
whateverthefuck runs through the back of my
palms); I'd rather have
than the arms
that once held you half-
heartedly. you had always been
my harmony and I
would have killed
to have been yours.
4. it could never have been just me, the way
it could never have been just
5. disasters are not beautiful,
but how is it that you
managed to make my inner linings
converge into bows
and explode into wings the very
night you decided to rebuild your walls
to a lower height?
6. I wish
ExpirationWith you I always feel like I’m
to break in the wrong size of shoes.
Sometimes I sit and stew
over how you’re seventeen and
you think I’m a princess
the trapped-in-a-tower kind
and how you wear suits and talk about politics
and think you know the world.
My throat interrupts with an affronted gurgling sound
sometimes when I think about you,
you deal out advice where it just isn’t called for
you quote science-fiction to justify war
and you’re seventeen years old and you think I’m a princess
and you just have no blooming idea.
Darling, one of these days I will tell you my mind
But until then we’ll never fit
I’m afraid –
that even after that day
you’ll still be trimmed hedges and
Whenever I hurt myselfI have a feeling
Someone is watching
So I look around
But there's no one to be found
Makers Of The Cage. Holders Of The Key.Our eyes are the closest thing we have to freedom.
We see endless blue sky, and the stars beyond.
We see the beauty of the world.
We see our reflection in the mirror;
the reality, and the fantasy.
Our eyes see far and great.
But the rest of us cannot follow.
Our hands probe the steel bars around us.
Fumbling in the dark.
Cut by the sharp edges.
The bleeding never stops.
Our feet shuffle around.
Trying to go places.
But we walk in circles.
Our emotions go from red to blue;
orange to green;
yellow to purple,
mixing in a haze.
Our mind goes to dark places,
and only wanders deeper.
Oblivious to the place right next door.
It knows the freedom,
it knows the pit.
There are endless paths to take.
There's a cage we need to break.
There is a key ourselves create.
In our hands, it's never too late.
a cherry pit dog heart.she holds a cherry pit dog heart in her hand, arrhythmic
beats like children playing pots and pans in kitchens
mother builds from scratch, black bean soup prepared
for dinner by a creased artist; wisps of white
upon a grandfather's head remind his daughter's child
of winter as he talks of horses in cuba who scratch
their backs on wooden posts; the first time she eats
ox tail is at an uncle's funeral, sitting in the basement,
surrounded by her surname, wondering why everyone
seems so happy; her grandmother keeps having
that dream where she's cooking and pours hot oil
on the animal in the kitchen, singeing his skin—
she cries out at midnight, sobbing for her daughter;
black eyes watch as her child keeps growing,
inspecting her process for future improvements,
while she takes pride in getting her sleeve caught
on twigs as she runs through the forest; motherhood
enters her every so often, at times uninvited, but
never for her prince in white, the bundle curled up
on her bed, floating
on bradbury and table dancingYou are not a wordsmith
whatever you might like to think. ('Smith'
indicates precision and coldness and fire:
words are softer than that unless you mold them strong.)
It's a difficult road to follow, and not many
make it past the fork. Choose a path,
Janus says, whirligig keys spinning on his shoulders:
I am a wordworker, with my tools too crude, forming
rough-edged carvings painted with pretty imagery.
Notebooks scattered across the landscape
of a child's room, to be stumbled across,
read, red-penned, in the thick and choking breath of night.
When the bough breaks
a hanged man laughs. He carries typewriters
in his pockets, and cigarettes in the soles of his shoes.
I will never be a word mistress,
whoring myself to the speech of people I do not know and will never know me.
The oven is set to Fahrenheit 452, but the words were already aflame
before they ever took shape under your tongue.
You love everything they've ever written, and carry
unabashed loathing for every syllabl
Quilt of LifePick it up, turn it
Analyze its weight, texture, color
Where does it fit?
Look for a space
Maybe find one
Sew into place
How much to invest?
Central or peripheral?
Perhaps to divest
Weave the tapestry, cohere the quilt
Pricked fingers, drawn blood
Fearless weaver, exacting selection
Self worth reflects in the thread
Awaiting a tardy un-required kiss
Solitude's a known companion
Its pain numbed by the flow of years
She holds out for quality
‘Tell me the truth’ I said
‘Even if I won’t like it’ I said
I might regret it
‘There isn’t a single human
Told a single
She went on
‘Humans are easily pleased
And even easier
I felt sad
‘Humans will always
Have the urge to deny an
I found it ironic
As I experienced that exact urge
And wars in this world
Come from humanity’s
I hung my head
Because I can’t fight
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