Post by bleez on Feb 27, 2012 0:32:16 GMT -4
Priss watched her excitement, though felt none of her own. This situation had nothing to do with her, and she couldn’t relate to it in the slightest. Still, she supposed it wasn’t a situation she wanted to get away from, either. It was neither good, nor bad to her, and perhaps she could find some enjoyment in how happy her new friend seemed to be. She couldn’t stop smiling, from what Bleez had observed, which was a clear sign that she was very happy. How strange, moving around like that, looking so pleased. She couldn’t remember a time when she had been so happy, even before the events that gained her the red ring.
She had lived in a world of praise and perfection, always the center of attention. She had always gotten what she wanted. It wasn’t exciting- it was normal. Like a lower being having lunch, or taking a piss. Nothing to get excited about at all.
That was what it had been.
So, to see someone getting so happy about something as simple as getting something she wanted was quite surprising. Cute, in a way. Perhaps she should start to appreciate things in such a way- it wasn’t like she got the things she wanted anymore. It had been a long time, in fact, since she had gotten something for nothing. If only she still had that kind of charm. She never would have been taken, never would have been made a lantern, and never would have been made to suffer so much, so meaninglessly. At what moment had they stopped wanting to please her, and started wanting to hurt her?
Her own people.
Sighing softly, she followed the excited creature as she rushed over to the fence, walking slowly behind her. Walking. She must not have been thinking about things clearly, to be walking so casually.
Coming to the fence, she stopped, watching the frightened children as they slowly started making their way closer to Priss. The children seemed to be following the lead of the two she was going to take home with her, letting them guide the actions of the group. They only needed one person to do something before they all wanted to do it, too. No doubt they wanted to touch her. Pet her. Poke at her wings and claws.
Treat her more like a pet than anything else- human youth had no sense of respect. They just wanted to fill their boundless curiosity.
Silly beings.
As they gathered around her, Priss noticed one of the children, one of the ones Priss was going to take with her shortly, was looking at her. Intently. But… it didn’t seem like complete fear, really. Maybe a morbid curiosity about the skeletal wings on her back. Those horrible things- even kids knew not to like them. That was fine: she wasn’t that fond of them either.
Taking another step towards the fence, she looked down at the small child, tilting her head slightly to one side. “Do I frighten you?” She asked softly, her tone much more suitable for children than she would have thought herself capable of. “These wings, nor I, will harm you.”
One of the other kids moved in to take a peek at Bleez, frowning thoughtfully. “You have pretty skin,” he informed her with a very certain tone.
“Thank you,” Bleez replied impassively.
“Are you a weird mootant too?” The young boy questioned in his sure, serious tone, oblivious of the way he had mispronounced the word he had heard someone else say in conversation once. Bleez shook her head.
“No,” she replied, “I am not a mutant. I am… not from around here.”
“What does that mean?” The boy huffed, confused.
Bleez didn’t respond, looking away from the boy again. She didn’t know what to say to kids, but she imagined she wasn’t supposed to be running around telling everyone she was from another planet. If Atrocitus were to receive word of her antics… he might not think twice about finishing her off. Even if the boy would likely not be able to get the word out about her being an alien, it was probably best she didn’t buddy up to too many earthlings. Enough softness, and her leader would surely hear of it.
And that would not go well.
She had lived in a world of praise and perfection, always the center of attention. She had always gotten what she wanted. It wasn’t exciting- it was normal. Like a lower being having lunch, or taking a piss. Nothing to get excited about at all.
That was what it had been.
So, to see someone getting so happy about something as simple as getting something she wanted was quite surprising. Cute, in a way. Perhaps she should start to appreciate things in such a way- it wasn’t like she got the things she wanted anymore. It had been a long time, in fact, since she had gotten something for nothing. If only she still had that kind of charm. She never would have been taken, never would have been made a lantern, and never would have been made to suffer so much, so meaninglessly. At what moment had they stopped wanting to please her, and started wanting to hurt her?
Her own people.
Sighing softly, she followed the excited creature as she rushed over to the fence, walking slowly behind her. Walking. She must not have been thinking about things clearly, to be walking so casually.
Coming to the fence, she stopped, watching the frightened children as they slowly started making their way closer to Priss. The children seemed to be following the lead of the two she was going to take home with her, letting them guide the actions of the group. They only needed one person to do something before they all wanted to do it, too. No doubt they wanted to touch her. Pet her. Poke at her wings and claws.
Treat her more like a pet than anything else- human youth had no sense of respect. They just wanted to fill their boundless curiosity.
Silly beings.
As they gathered around her, Priss noticed one of the children, one of the ones Priss was going to take with her shortly, was looking at her. Intently. But… it didn’t seem like complete fear, really. Maybe a morbid curiosity about the skeletal wings on her back. Those horrible things- even kids knew not to like them. That was fine: she wasn’t that fond of them either.
Taking another step towards the fence, she looked down at the small child, tilting her head slightly to one side. “Do I frighten you?” She asked softly, her tone much more suitable for children than she would have thought herself capable of. “These wings, nor I, will harm you.”
One of the other kids moved in to take a peek at Bleez, frowning thoughtfully. “You have pretty skin,” he informed her with a very certain tone.
“Thank you,” Bleez replied impassively.
“Are you a weird mootant too?” The young boy questioned in his sure, serious tone, oblivious of the way he had mispronounced the word he had heard someone else say in conversation once. Bleez shook her head.
“No,” she replied, “I am not a mutant. I am… not from around here.”
“What does that mean?” The boy huffed, confused.
Bleez didn’t respond, looking away from the boy again. She didn’t know what to say to kids, but she imagined she wasn’t supposed to be running around telling everyone she was from another planet. If Atrocitus were to receive word of her antics… he might not think twice about finishing her off. Even if the boy would likely not be able to get the word out about her being an alien, it was probably best she didn’t buddy up to too many earthlings. Enough softness, and her leader would surely hear of it.
And that would not go well.