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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2014 17:29:17 GMT -6
SOPHIE, ELISHA, BLACK
SIXTEEN//FEMALE//DEMISEXUAL//SYMBIOSIS POWERED TELEPATHY//STUDENT//TROIAN BELLISARIO
POWER INFO:
GENERAL POWER DESCRIPTION
Telepathy is a very general term for what most people know as the phenomenon in which thoughts and feelings can be read and understood without any form of a verbal recognition being made. Speaking on a more basic, more understandable level, the general use of telepathy is to be able to read the thoughts of those around you. On the other hand, most people who often think they have anything remotely close to telepathy generally suffer from severe cases of paranoid schizophrenia. After all, the symptoms of this tragic disorder and the usual abilities possessed by a telepath are very similar. For starters, a telepath is known to be able to not only hear the thoughts of those around him or her but can also insert thoughts and sometimes feelings and memories that don't actually belong to a person. While insertion is possible, so is removal, the taking away of the thoughts others may have or putting something like a psychic barrier of sorts around certain thoughts, feelings, and memories can have something of a retracting effect. While these are commonly found in the more powerful telepaths, it is, as stated, something often seen when dealing with schizophrenia patients and because of this, the telepath can often be looked upon as simply someone who belongs in some form of asylum or mental institution.
POWER MANIFESTATION IN SOPHIE
That all being said, the way telepathy has manifested itself within young Sophie Black is on several different levels. We will begin with it's manifestation when she is by herself or at a distance from her twin sister. Working at some of the most simplistic levels, Sophie's telepathy works as any average telepath's would. Simply put, she can read the thoughts of others though tends to have a hard time blocking their thoughts out. Their thoughts are usually a dull buzz or white noise constantly in the background. It takes vast amounts of concentration to keep up any form of mental barriers in her head to keep herself from going crazy from all the voices. It is for this very reason that Sophie would much rather be surrounded by books or work on her studies than focus on the socialistic applications of society. Along with the more basic levels of telepathy that she shows, it seems that almost no matter the distance she is from her twin, Elizabeth, she always has some form of a connection to her (though this has not really been tested). This connection, on a much more subconscious level, seems to be the only thing that is able to keep the white noise of everyday living bearable. This connection works better than any cell phone ever could because it almost always goes through. Because of this, though, it is extremely difficult to keep secrets from each other. As a general rule of thumb, when she isn't within close proximity to her twin, it is much harder to try and 'implant' her own thoughts into another person's head, not that she would ever really want to in any case. After all, human interaction had never been much of a big deal to her.
Now let us get to what happens when she is with her twin. The closer in proximity she is to her twin sister, Elizabeth, the more powerful she becomes and the easier it is for her powers to be used and controlled. One of the most important parts of this, to Sophie at least, is the fact that when she is with her twin, she is able to completely block out the thoughts of those around her. Though the 'white noise' is something she is slowly becoming more and more used to as the months and years pass, it is always nice when she can get a moment of peace and quiet. While blocking out the voices of the thoughts that go on all around her becomes easier to do, so does the ability to pick out certain individuals to listen in on. This is especially useful in battle situations. After all, if she is able to concentrate well enough to pick out the possible strategies her opponent might be contemplating, she would therefore be one step ahead of the game and able to counter with ease. But, as stated, this only seems to be easily done when close to her twin sister. When touching her twin, that is when she is at her strongest. Not only can she focus and implant thoughts into other peoples heads, the reading of peoples emotions becomes a little easier and she is even able to let others into her own mind, so long as they are willing. By doing this, she can share events that have occurred to her with someone she may trust without having to say a word. It's done with ease when touching her sister and the person she wants to show though, in most cases, it's her sister she would rather show so it's not really necessary to show anybody else. That's not to say she can't do that with out her sister touching her. She can, though it takes far too much energy and concentration to keep everything else at bay long enough to allow someone in. Furthermore, doing so without Liz close can cause her to seemingly lock herself in her own head. Lastly, when together, it is far easier to create 'mental barriers' within her own mind to keep not only everybody elses voices out of her head but also keep other telepaths from getting in. It can also be used to block certain mental attacks though the more someone pushes against the wall, the harder it is to keep up, and eventually it always falls.
POWER LIMITATIONS
√ Telepathy, if uncontrolled, can lead to serious mental instabilities such as social disorders or schizophrenia. In Sophie's case, this power has limited her ability to interact with others. While not a physical limitation of the power, it is a limitation on herself that is directly caused by the telepathy.
√ Being that she has minimal control over the power when by herself, the constant white noise that her power causes often leads to tremendous headaches and migraines in which she is known to constantly take medication for. While her power doesn't cause the same amount of pain to her as her older brother's does to him, this limitation often leaves her in a state in which concentrating on anything can become quite the task.
√ The larger the group of people she is forced to be around, the more difficult it becomes to keep the white noise of peoples voices at bay. After all, the more people, the more voices. The more voices, the more she has to concentrate on keeping up her personal mental voice barriers. And the harder she has to work on keeping up the barriers, the more of a migraine she is known to suffer as the day progresses.
√ The farther away from her twin she is, the harder it is to hear her sometimes, especially if there are too many people around either one of them. While she has a connection to her sister that they haven't actually tested the limitations to, it has been speculated by at least Sophie that, once they get to a certain distance away from each other, they will no longer be able to keep that connection there. What that distance is hasn't been tested, though she thinks that, in general, the distance probably spans to be the distance of the city limits. They have never actually been that far away from each other before so they don't really know.
√ Being that their powers work on a symbiosis based level, the distance she has from her sister weakens not just the extent of what the power can do but also weaken the amount of control over it. Meaning, while thoughts will always be able to be heard, even on the most basic levels, her ability to block them or keep them from flooding her own mind can slowly dissipate to the point in which it becomes non-existent.
√ In respect to her ability to show others what goes on in her head (such as images and memories), she must be able to establish some form of contact. It's also easiest to share thoughts with someone if she can touch them when she is far away from her twin. Establishing contact with someone, though, means that she must also have established some form of trust with them, making it extremely rare that,
even with this limitation, she'd even go ahead and do it.
√ Were another telepath or 'mutant' to have the ability to create some form of a mental barrier within their mind, Sophie would be unable to have any sort of access to that persons head. She isn't strong enough by herself to break through such barriers and it would take being with her sister to make it through, and that's with a high margin for error and failure. That is if they even cared enough to try and rip the 'mental blocks' apart. To sum it up, this limitation would actually be something that Sophie would highly welcome into her life as it would mean there was at least someone out there that she couldn't hear.
by sophie black
So often are we delegated to figure out just who we are. Are we the popular one? Are we the geek? Are the in the stands with the band or on the sidelines with the cheerleaders? Do we want to fit in with the crowd or stand out against it? These are just a couple of the unknown decisions and difficulties that the average student must decide on or overcome. And yet, usually, these aren't decisions we ourselves are given the ability to actually figure out, though. Rather, we leave it to our peers, often cruel and unforgiving, to figure out for us. It isn't enough that we ourselves are already different from the rest of society. No, like in all schools and regions, there is always a hierarchy of how things work. Of who gets to be 'in charge' and who get to be on the lowest rung.
I know exactly where I fit in where the 'hierarchy of high school' is concerned. Or at least I have a vaguely good idea. While some people are high up in the ranks, I'm fairly certain I'm on the lower levels, at least when I am by myself. I have never been the one for social interaction, finding it a tedious and painful task that I would much rather substitute with classwork or books, even simply writing. After all, as you the teacher may know, my mutation was never the most 'user friendly'. What with the white noise constantly filling the background. You understand where I am coming from here.
Often times we try to define ourselves with what we have or what we're interested in. It has always fascinated me how someone can simply achieve a small amount of popularity by dressing good or wearing the right kind of shoes. Yet it takes a brave person to try and go against the status quo. I like to believe I am a brave person. I do not define myself by what I like or how I look but what I am like on the inside. That is not to say that my likes and dislikes aren't an integral part of who I am. It is simply stating that it's not entirely what makes me, well, me. For one to understand what I mean, maybe giving a bit more of an outlook as to who I am on the inside might help.
♥ I have always had a fondness for furthering my education however I could. Some could call me a bookworm, they wouldn't be wrong. Books are important to me, any piece of writing is really. It is thought that when someone writes, they are putting a small bit of their soul into their work. While I don't quite know if the existence of a soul or even an extraterrestrial higher being is fact (nor do I quite believe in them), I do quite like the notion that we as humans and mutants leave a small piece of ourselves in our work. It makes it more personal, intimate even. And it is because of that very reason that I so adore writing. I'd much rather prefer to do things by hand (for that seems to be the only fitting and proper way to do so), I am also quite fond of using forms of technology to help aid in the writing process and to make it all neater. Speaking of, technology as a whole has always been something of a fascination to me as well, especially computers. The vast number of things that can be done with a computer is astounding when you know how to use it correctly. A computer can find any number of informational tidbits that some people wouldn't care to know. If you have the patience, it is even possibly to find out things that you often shouldn't know through the use of hacking and breaking into restricted servers, not that I would ever have any sort of experience in such a thing.
♥ My likes and loves extends much farther than the simple idea of expanding my horizons, so to speak. I am, after all, a person like anyone else. And while I don't exactly seem to be the most at ease when attempting to interact with other humans and mutants, I do however love to interact with animals. Especially my little Chrysanthemum. She's the pet ferret I got a couple years back. The study of different animal behaviours and how they correspond with the reactions people often get is always amusing, too. Also, while it may seem somewhat hard to believe, I absolutely love music. I would much rather have music blasting in my ears to dull the noise than have to listen all the goings on of everyday life. Music is something of an escape, drowning out the disasters that surround me. It is a much appreciated asylum, no matter how temporary. I like to do a lot of experimentation as well, though that I suppose is a given. After all, every action supposedly has an equal and opposite reaction and I just love trying to find what those are. This often leads to my social experiments, some of the only times that I really care to interact with my peers.
♦ Just like everyone has their likes, everyone also has the things they don't quite like as much. For me, it's simple. I dislike interacting with people on my own. I'm not too good at it. But if my sister is there for me to play off of, then I'm alright. I also have a strong distaste for bullies and people who think they can overpower others just because they may be weaker. It just seems to grind my gears in all the wrong places. We are all special, all gifted, so why must people be so cruel? Especially in our case! It just doesn't seem like that should be an issue with us. Shouldn't we try and stick up for each other rather than tear them apart? Then again, I suppose that is just how society operates. I know it seems silly, but I hate brusselsprouts. I know, so many serious likes and dislikes and then that. But it's very important to me that I share that. Why? There is no specific reason as to it's importance but everyone has their oddities, yes? I suppose it goes without saying, but I also despise the headaches I so often suffer from due to my power set.
♣ Strengths aren't always something that are easy for someone to define themselves. After all, while you might think something is a strong point of yours, it can very well just be something you are blinded to the truth of. Therefore, anything I say I find to be a strength is simply opinion. That doesn't mean it's not true, it just means that others might not see it the same way. For me, my strengths had always been on the intellectual side. That I can say with near certainty. My grades can more than show the truth in that. My love for studying has given way to intellectual prowess over some of my other peers. My observational ability can also be thought of as a strength. Since I tend to try and blend in with the background as to do a minimal amount of interacting, I am very good at picking up on things that others might not see or notice. At least, if I can block out the white noise I am. While that can be a distraction, though, there are always little details that I can easily pick up on. I like to think that, were I ever to want to, I could be a rather impressive investigator someday. I am also something of a writer, as if it isn't noticeable, and I have always thought that to be one of my strong suits. I believe that it is only through writing that one can easily expand their vocabulary and intellect.
♠ Where I would love to say that I have no weaknesses (for who really likes to admit to having those?), I am only 'human'. Not to mention, my biggest weakness is pretty obvious. Social interaction. I have always had troubles with interacting with my fellow peers on my own. I often stutter or talk in a quiet voice. There is absolutely no denying it now I've also never really been the most athletic. I can type nearly a hundred words a minute yet sports seem to elude me. And it can get really bad. I usually get quite anxious when thrust into social situations that I myself didn't try to create which leaves me in a flustered and, dare I say, klutzy state. I'm a hazard to even myself when that happens and I'd really rather not hurt anyone.
♪ Everyone has some form of a dream that they wish to attain. As for myself? I have a couple that I can think of. While I'm not quite too sure what kind of career I wish to have someday, I know that I would love to someday get a novel published. Any novel I wrote would do, so long as it means that someone else out there might happen upon it and buy it to read. It would be an absolutely magnificent occasion for me, one that would have to be celebrated, of course. I also, while it may seem silly, dream that I might be able to get over this silly anxiety I always feel around people when Elizabeth isn't around. I admire her ability to interact with out peers without as much difficulty as I have. I also which that I would be able to get a grasp of my powers someday. Actually, I lied, I don't care if I never completely gain control of them without my sisters presence near by. I just want to be able to walk into a room full of people without hearing the constant white noise of thoughts surrounding me. That would be the dream. If nothing else ever comes true, that is what I would want? Because then I would finally have the true peace and quiet I so often yearn for.
♫ I don't usually like to talk about my fears but I suppose it wouldn't really be an analysis of myself as a whole if I didn't, right? Well, my fears are something I tend to try and keep hidden. It may be hard to believe but part of my inability to interact with my peers is because, on a subconscious level, I am actually terrified of them. That's probably the root of it all, actually. All my anxiety and social awkwardness. It's because I'm afraid. I could have said what almost everyone is afraid of. Death, losing a loved one, becoming an invalid. But those are not unique, those aren't fears that would be of any surprise to people because so any people have them. Yes, I'm afraid of death as well, but not for the same reasons. I'm not afraid to die because I'm afraid that I haven't made an impact or because I'm afraid of what awaits me on the other side. I'm perfectly fine in my belief that we simply decay. No, I'm afraid of leaving Elizabeth alone. Our powers work symbiotically. What might happen to her if her literal other half was simply taken? Just like I am terrified of what might happen to me if she died. My powers are already hard enough to control without her nearby, who's to say that won't get worse when she's gone? I try not to think about it because, to be frank, the thought of it often drives me to tears, but it is there. I lies beneath the surface almost dormantly.
♯ Quirks in ones personality as well as almost unconscious little habits are just natural in all beings. I'm no different. I don't have many quirks and habits that I'm actually able to notice though if you see some, do point them out to me. I like to keep a record of them in people, including my own. The quirks and habits I do know about aren't too bad, i don't think. When me and my twin are close, I sometimes have this thing where I try to finish her sentences. I don't mean to all the time, it just seems to happen more often than some people like. When apart from her, though, I have a nasty habit of picking at my nails when nervous or keeping eye contact at a minimum. It's not that I'm shy, I'm just often uncomfortable. Get me in a really anxious mood, I even start to stutter. And I mean badly. I don't need speech therapy or anything but it's despicable how my lack of vocal clarity can have an impact on my social life, however inactive it is.
All of these things help to make up a personality. By combining a persons likes, dislikes, strengths, etc, we are able to get a better image as to who a person is. Now, don't get me wrong, that is not everything that makes up a persons personality, it just starts to give a little insight. They are some of the defining points of a person that makes them who they are. No one person is the same, either, no matter how identical they may be on the outside. Nobody is going to have all the same likes and dislikes as you just as their strengths and weaknesses may differ from yours. But that is what makes people so fascinating. These little quirks and differences. If it weren't so terrifying, I'd probably do more social experiments than I do now. But that is aside from the point. All of these things come together to help make up our personality, which is what I plan on showing next.
► As you may have already come to figure out, I'm more of the background kind of girl. I'd much rather observe and take notes on the different going ons around me than physically do any of the interacting myself. I'm not good when put on the spot in front of a group of people, often suffering from minor panic attacks and social anxieties that, really, I should probably be medicated for. I'm smart, I've always been the smart one. I'd blame it on my being the older of me and Liz but, really, I'm only older by ten minutes so how can I really think that comes into any sort of effect? I'm quiet and analytical, always trying to think through ever possible outcome of a situation before running into it. After all, it's always best to be prepared, is it not? While I may be awkward in a forced social situation, that doesn't mean I can't interact with people. It just has to be planned out, on my end at least. I'm often trying to force myself out of my comfort zone, though, simply because I am never going to learn how to get a good handle of my powers if I don't thrust myself into situations that can be considered highly stressful for me, such as optional school and sporting events. I'm not exactly the nicest person out there. Don't get me wrong, I'm not mean, I'm just socially challenged. More often than not, I come off as blunt and bluntness often leads to people perceiving you as rude. Which, quite frankly, I may be sometimes, but it's like I try to. It's honestly not my fault I'm like this, it's just who I am.
► While by myself, I am often an awkward mess, so to speak, when with my sister, I am completely different. I feel more at ease with my surroundings and, while we both may have our social flaws, together we can play off of each other to create something resembling a functional human being. I don't seem to stutter as much when she's around. In fact, my stutter seemingly disappears. Just like my inability to converse with people properly becomes something that doesn't even seem to exist. I can be charismatic if I want to and great at talking my way in and out of situations when she's close by. We're like two halves of a whole, the head and tail to a coin even. And, while some people might think it would be annoying to play off of their twin like that, we are perfectly fine with it, even like it.
It can easily be speculated that it is because of our families that we turn out the way we do. After all, each and every member of your immediate family is there to shape you as you grow. Sometimes, we hate our families simply because of how they treat us. Maybe someone is a bit too over protective, making it feel like you can never do anything on your own. Or maybe someone is abusive, often hurting you simply because they can. Other times, we love our families. After all, we can't choose our family, they'll be all we have in the end. We can, however, choose how we interact with them. I for one love my family and if it weren't for them, I probably wouldn't have been able to make it. I suppose I should tell you a little about them though, so here it is.
☼ My father, Thomas Benjamin Black, is actually an alumni of this very school, did you know that? He graduated a long, long time ago and had been quite active in it's workings for years. He taught there for a while. I think he was teaching there when my older brother, Jeremiah was a student actually. I was always hearing about how much of a pain it was for him. Sure, he was here for me a little too, but not all that long. He used to watch over us quite a bit but he eventually learned that we need our space in school. Do you know how weird it is to have to see your father working where you go to learn? It was always an embarrassment. My mother is the only normal person in the family. Sometimes I can only wonder what it's like being a normal 'human' amongst all these mutants? Her name is Romana Jean Black and she's pretty good at proving that you don't need to be a mutant to be able to fight or defend yourself. She's actually quite admirable, albeit something of a snoop. Unlike our father, who knows that we need our space, she's constantly meddling with our affairs. But that's only because she's protective of us, I believe. She's a lot easier for me to talk to a lot of the time, though, I won't lie, even though she's my mother, she intimidates me.
☼ I have two older brothers, both of which are somewhat in the school. My eldest brother, Jeremiah Samuel Black, is twenty six years old and is a graduate of Bellefonte Academy so to speak. He's currently teaching there. While sometimes it can be a little weird having your older brother be your teacher, it's also nice. I get to see him a lot and he's always so nice. I can't help but feel bad for him, though. Because of his mutation, he's on a lot of pain medications, and it hurts to know that it causes him so much pain. My other brother, Sebastian James Black, is only eighteen. He's a senior in the school and I don't get to see him as much but I love him. He's one of the few people who knows how to always make me laugh. Then again, that's just who he is. He's a bit of a clown, which can definitely be appreciated at times, especially when I start thinking of what might happen if I lost Liz. He's always there to cheer me up when I really need it and it is always important to have that kind of person in your life.
☼ Of course, as I have made mention to quite a few times, I have a twin sister. Her name is Elizabeth Selina Black and she's something of my other half. We seem to complete each other and, though I'm a little older than her, I wouldn't change her for the world. She's probably the only person who really understands who I am. We can talk to each other about anything without even needing to say a word, which is always a convenience, really. I don't have to be exceedingly intelligent around her to make up for my social 'disabilities'. We don't keep secrets from each other either, something else I quite appreciate. Then again, it's nearly impossible to keep a secret from somebody who hears your every thought.
☼ While he is not actually family, it should also be noted that Alessandro Di Mercurio has had somewhat of an effect on my life. He's my brother' best friend and, to be quite honest, he is something akin to family to me. I'm sure that Liz would also agree. He's been there for quite a few years of my life and whenever I really seem to need it, he's someone who I can count on to get me out of trouble. I don't exactly get into as much trouble as Liz does. I look up to him a lot, even if I wouldn't admit to it. Then again, I look up to all of my older brothers. Why wouldn't I? After all, I have quite the spectacular family.
Family is always there for you, even when you may not want them to be. The become apart of who you are to the smallest degrees. And that is what makes them important. As this is supposed to be a total analysis on myself, I suppose the last thing that should be covered is a bit about my life and how I came to be like this. After all, this wouldn't be complete without a little more background. Besides, it isn't just your family and your quirks that eventually help define who you are, it is also in how you were raised and the events in your life that lead you to be the person you eventually become.
♀ My life actually began in Kalispell. My mother's family had lived her for generations and my dad had become apart of the town's society when he was brought to Bellefonte Academy. Like I said, I grew up with two older brothers, so I had always had someone there to look out for me when I most needed it. Jeremiah was ten years my elder while Sebastian was only two. You can tell which of them would have had the more protective instinct there, right? I actually loved growing up in Kalispell. I was often told of the Academy because, quite frankly, there had never been a doubt in either of my parents minds that all of us would be like our father, be 'mutants'.
♀ Life was pretty much simple, I'm not going to lie. Since I grew up in Kalispell, the child of one of Bellefonte's teachers at the time, I had pretty much grown up around the school itself, though never actually stepped into it's halls until the day after I was recruited. Tales were all that I needed at that time to allow me to understand what it was like, though. Even before my powers, I was always a bit socially inept, often relying my twin to help me in these situations. We were close, always had been, and probably always would be. There was never a doubt in our minds that we were special. And even if we would have ended up being 'normal' in our family, at the very least we would always be special to each other.
♀ We were something of early bloomers, Elizabeth and I. It was a couple month or so after our eleventh birthday that our powers manifested, almost simultaneously at that. I remember it because out mother had taken us to the mall to do a little shopping when it happened. We were in a clothing store when, all of a sudden, voices from all over the place seemed to be filling my head. Well, I suppose it wasn't really sudden. As a matter of fact, for a few days, small voices here and there had started to appear in my head but I had thought that someone may have been actually saying something far away from me. But as the day had gone by, the voices grew louder and louder until that store, when they came in full force. Elizabeth and I both dropped to our knees almost at the same time, hands over our ears, crying about how loud everything was and how it hurt our heads. We didn't understand what had happened at first and mother had done her best to quickly make the purchases and take us home. We here practically clinging to her the entire time to the care, tears dotting our eyes and staining our cheeks. It wasn't until we were in the safety of our home and that we talked about it with our father that we were told what was going on. That was our gift. Telepathy.
♀ Soon after that, we were recruited into Bellefonte Academy. It was probably around then that I started to become scared of people and interacting with them. I could hear so many things being said, though could rarely pinpoint whose voice was whose. They all meshed together, becoming one sound, one loud white noise. But, as the years went on and I got a little bit better at controlling my gift, that loud noise became much duller. I wish I could say that I had the most exciting life. That this, that, and the other happened like some superhero origin story but the fact of the matter is, sometimes, people have simple lives until suddenly something changes. And it could be that sudden change that decides their fate or who they are for the rest of their life.
I know, you as the teacher probably expected something better from me, something that looked much deeper into my past but, in all actuality, there is nothing of my past to really look into. My past isn't exciting. I didn't do anything crazy or get into a lot of trouble but that one event, the day my powers manifested completely decided just the kind of person I would be.
I suppose you want me to make some sort of closing that will have a real impact, something that will stick out to you, the reader (better known as the teacher), but really, there is nothing that I could say that could make more of an impact than anything else I outline and analyze in this essay. I know, you aren't supposed to directly address the reader when doing an essay and, more than likely, that will get points taken off of this because I broke some supposed rule to writing but think of this: if people didn't break unspoken rules and laws every so often, how would we learn? Or better yet, how would we realize that those rules weren't meant to be broken in the first place?
I started this whole thing off by talking about our delegations as people. Humans and mutants are all the same, really. Sure, we mutants have powers, something that makes us different. But when you get down to the true grit of it all, we're all people. We all have to make the same sort of decisions in our lives and figure out the same sort of things about ourselves. Just because some of us have an extra gene thrown into the mix doesn't make us any less human than the next person. And, though it may not quite seem like it now when you read through this, but that's what I want people to understand. Sure, I have a power, I'm a telepath. But I'm also a person, I'm human, just like everyone else. So why doesn't every one else just see each other for what they truly are? People meant to be accepted and understood.
Lilith was in constant need of some form of entertainment. It was something that pretty much every demon down in what has jokingly been called 'Hell' understood. Her room was a testament to this fact, the walls riddled with drawings and sketches, holes and tears, here, there, everywhere. It was a room that was in a constant flux, changing whenever she got bored of whatever scenery it may be composed of that week. For quite some time, the walls had been decorated with travesties such as unicorns and My Little Ponies and even fluffy angel-like creatures that sat on the edge of what every human being on Earthy would probably consider 'good'. It was amusing to her to have her walls like this, with her drawings and posters of such pure entities. It was really amusing because, as she had recently learned, some demons seemed to be terrified of these images. It always made her smile to see them cringe.
But every once in a while, she needed to see a change in her room. Something new, something different to keep her childish mind entertained. So one could imagine what she had done. She wasn't the normal sort, so she wasn't just going to tear down the images that littered the walls. No, instead, she did what she thought would be fun. She started setting fire to the pictures on the walls, being careful not to burn anything that was of great importance to her, such as the images of Secrets, Ghostie, and Rexxie she kept on her bedside table. She couldn't afford to lose those. She had sat on the very top of the Tyrannosaurus Rex head that was still sitting in the corner of her room, watching as the pictures on her walls blackened and curled in on themselves from the licking flames. In her hands were the images that she kept under her pillow. And she was shuffling through them as she waited for her walls to finish burning, the flames under her control.
The pictures in her hands were ones that she took of someone she held very dear to her heart when he wasn't paying attention. She loved just knowing that she had them, always giggling as she added the little puppy ears and demons tail to them. She had thought of putting them up around her room once the walls were done being burned but then she might upset her Lucifer. And she didn't want him upset with her, no matter how much she was hurting from all of his betrayals.
Lucifer. Just thinking about him made Lilith's heart sink a little. There had been a time when she was sure she would have done anything for him. Even given her own life if it meant keeping him safe, keeping his love. But as a Puppy of hers eventually taught her, you couldn't be loyal to someone who doesn't even deserve your trust. There would always be a part of her that loved Lucifer, that would hope he would one day come back to her and be the man she had known her to be before. But she couldn't wait for him. She couldn't. She had to rule over her realm and do whatever it is a queen must do without caring for the true support of her king.
Besides, she didn't need his support when she had her Puppy. And how she adored her Puppy.
Giggling as she flipped to a picture of her Puppy playing Russian Roulette with an imp. The look of terror on the imps face always amused her, almost as much as the look of pure bemusement on Kisten's. Oh, her puppy, he was just so adorable. Sometimes she found herself lucky to have a friend in him, even if others may warn her away. The only one of her friends that knew about her association with Kisten was Ty. Though, at the time, Lils association with Kist was simply on a harming basis. He was her way to get out her anger without hurting her friends. She could ask him to look like anyone and then she could cut him so deeply, any human would have been dead. But not him. Sometimes she wondered how she want from using him as a little torture toy to someone that, deep down, she actually cared about.
“Ugh, I've gone soft on him, haven't I?” she asked herself, putting the pictures down in her lap. “Ghostie'll never trust me if he knew... but, then again, he doesn't need to know, right? And, maybe if I told him, he'd understand. He always understands the things I tell him! That's what makes him so special, so different,” she started telling herself. And she absolutely believed that to be true. He would understand. He always did. After all, he was probably the kindest, most self-less human she had ever met and she would even go as far to say as she loved him in a weird way. It was something she didn't quite understand and she was sure she never would understand it. But it was there. Just like she loved Ty. They were her best friends, the other two thirds of the three musketeers. They even had the hats and rapiers to prove it!
Lilith's thoughts were disrupted as she saw that the walls were all black and aflame. With a wave of her hand, the flames went out. Now it was time for the imps to get to work. “Jingles, Jangles, Bo, and Peep. You four get to work on getting this room all nice and clean and white so I can draw when I get back!” She ordered, twisting around to slide down the back of the T-Rex skeleton. She had to remember to take this to Ty. By the time she got it to her friend, it was probably going to be Christmas. Maybe she would make it a christmas present instead, now that she thought of it. Ty would probably love it all the same anyway.
She skipped over to her bed, doing a small twirl on her toes before stopping beside it and stuffing the pictures back under her pillow. She didn't know why she felt the need to hide them. She just did. Perhaps it was her way of trying to prevent Lex or Raz from seeing them. After all, she was now sharing her home with the both of them. And if either of them happened to venture into her room, she'd rather the images not be out in the open lest she wished for their suspicions to be thrust upon her.
When she was sure they were hidden and neat under her pillow, she twisted again to look at her imps as they started to work. “I'll be back in a bit! You guys better get this done by the time I get back if you know what's good for you,” she sang, a grin on her lips as she waved her hand at them.
And just like that, she vanished from their sight, eyes closed and completely focused on finding her Puppy to entertain her. Maybe they could go out and cause some sort of ruckus for some lower level demons. Or maybe they could go 'up' and torture some innocent souls that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. To be quite honest, any sort of interaction with him would be fine by her, so long as she gets even a little bit of time. She still held onto an IOU from him after she appointed him head of the Sins. Maybe she'd be able to think of something this time to make him pay up. That would be an absolute delight!
It was sad, though. She couldn't really think of anything, aside from maybe him keeping her company. She didn't really want much more from the other demon. He was her friend, maybe even more. And she liked him far more than she would ever be willing to admit to any one else. Maybe someday she'd get the courage, but not right now.
Her heart and mind still set on Kisten, she opened her eyes to try and spot him. She was sure he sensed him close, sure that he had to be somewhere around here. But it seemed that for once she had maybe ported a bit too far from him. Or maybe, in fact, for once, she had found herself in front of him some how. Too stubborn to really believe that one were the case though, she refused to look behind herself and started wandering forward, trying to maybe find her puppy, her pretty little bundle of Pride. Her Kisten. And yes, he was her Kisten, that was what she would tell anyone at least. He was hers and she wasn't really looking forward to sharing whatever quasi-ownership she had claimed for him.
USERNAME: HarleyQuinnLove (though any variation of it is fine to call me, as is Luna)
AGE GROUP: 19, going on 20 in May
EXPERIENCE: Ummm... I lost track. 9+ years by now? Maybe...
