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Post by Trinity Lightwood on May 28, 2009 20:54:58 GMT -6
Trinity watched as she took of her glove and touched the steps. She didnt understand why, but then she began to scream. Letting the fire die in her palm Trinity grab her hands. They were plumted into darkness. "There is nothing there!" She said in a worried voice. The walls echoed with there calls.
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Post by Hera Beatle - Ophelia Hurst on May 29, 2009 6:30:31 GMT -6
Hera looked up at her as she took her hands and it only made her scream more "NO DONT!!" The blood had gone but her touch started soemthing else and it burned through her head. The images ran through her head. She didn't really want to know about her past. She wasn't curious and she hated snagging in other peoples lives. She shook and her head ached from all the information that ran though it. She managed to rip her hands away from her hand she stepped back a few steps. With a little difficulties she placed the gloves back on her hands and she breathed very rapidly looking at Trinity, trying to understand what she had just seen.
((OOC: You probably just need to say what she saw, doesn't have to be much))
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Post by Trinity Lightwood on Jun 3, 2009 3:39:12 GMT -6
Images flashed through her head when she touched Hera's hands. Starting from when she was found in the woods.
Blood and broken limbs. Then it began to go by faster, the images. A woman looking down at her with fright holding a butcher knife.
Trinity closed her eyes and grabbed her head, backing away from her about the same time she was letting go. Some of the things she saw looked unfamiliar, while others clicked in her head.
Trinity couldn't remember anything past seventeen and having some of the memories swooped back into her head made her blood go on a frenzy.
Turning away from her Trinity could feel her fangs grow and her nails grow sharper. She was being pulled away. Soon what she kept hidden would take over her body. These memories set it off.
Something mixed between a growl and a hiss came from her.
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Post by Hera Beatle - Ophelia Hurst on Jun 7, 2009 12:16:17 GMT -6
Hera stepped back wideeyed. This was why she kept her hands hidden. This was why she never touched people. She breathed uncomfortably trying to catch her breath. She looked up at her and listened to the hissing sound "Trinity. CALM! Trinity stop that now! This is not what you want! Don't let it take over!" She knew way better how Trinity felt than she would ever go around proclaiming. She had been taken over by her darker side. The side her father had created, it had ended with her sweet family dying and she had hidden that part. That darkness. She knew how tough the fight could be and how little would throw you over the edge.
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