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Post by Oliver on Sept 17, 2008 17:36:26 GMT -5
"Got pushed in..." Knajee mumbled. This time his gaze lifted to look at her a moment but soon returned to where it had been.
He half wondered why the girl was curious, and also wondered why exactly all three of them were here. His body swayed slightly but he forced himself to stay upright and managed to keep his eyes open. "..what about you?.." He asked, not really all that interested at the moment but she'd asked about him already so it was only fair, plus he needed something to focus on other then how he felt.
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Post by Tys on Sept 17, 2008 20:56:19 GMT -5
Sakti was ready to question who pushed him in and why someone would do that when he in turned questioned her. She got caught stealing and then played musical people, from one person to another, all just wanting to get rid of here until she ended up with that strange man. If the man had brought Knajee here because he had a heart and saved the boy's life, then why did he bring her here? It could make more sense if she was not a thief and someone that would want to be kept around...
In a few seconds, a small debate raged in her mind about whether or not to divulged her story. It won't be hard to tell, just annoying. However, before she was able to finish the debate, the door opened.
There stood the man from before, still wearing the same type of clothes, still looking like a joker of some sort to her. Sakti did not get it why he kept those clothes on. It made him look weak, as if he spent his whole life in luxury without hardship. Which, Sakti realized, he probably has.
In his arms, he carried two items. The first item was a lavishly decorated tray with more dragons and other symbols, which carried three bowls (with similar decorations). The second looked to be a blanket of mixed blues and greens in a simple pattern.
“You three need to eat.” His voice had a command to it. It was not a request or a suggestion, but an order. He kneeled down and sat the tray down in front of them, which allowed the children to see the soup that the bowls contained.
Sakti stayed where she was, unsure what the person was trying to do. Never before had she been offered food like that. Her mind went from one suspicion to another, a trap? Poison? But why?
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Post by Oliver on Sept 17, 2008 21:33:53 GMT -5
Knajee had started to think the girl wasn't going to answer. His eyes shut slightly but he tried to force them open as he kept himself upright. When the door opened he glanced over a bit to see the man from before, still dressed in the most elegant and brightly colored outfit he'd ever seen. If the boy weren't so tired, he would have been interested in the designs and patterns on both the clothing and the bowls, but right now he couldn't bring himself to care much.
The tray was set down and they were told to eat, but Knajee only stared for the first few moments. It didn't look like the girl was going to leap for the food immediately either. He wasn't sure he had the energy to make his way to the food and eat it, though he was hungry. Unlike the other two, Knajee wasn't as suspicious about why he was here for a couple reasons. The first was that he'd been saved by the man, the second was that he was too tired to think much of it, so there was little holding him back from the bowls.
It took a moment but slowly he started to move forward, becoming the first to come forward. His dull brown eyes were sapped of any vigilance held a look of distrust but complete and utter weariness as he looked at the man some, his hand moving to the bowl. Maybe the man would laugh as he took the soup and kick it out of his hands or something, but Knajee didn't much care. If it happened he would simply pretend the food hadn't been offered in the first place.
His eyes went back to the ground as he grabbed the bowl and sluggishly returned to his cushion. He started to eat with his head down. His tail curled around him some and his shoulders sagged as he ate.
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Post by Shikaru on Sept 18, 2008 17:43:33 GMT -5
The younger Kilate was immediately annoyed by the presence of the man. He was the same rich, stuck-up freak that has thrown him in this hell hole.
"What do you want with us?!" He snapped bitterly at the man. He hated this room. He hated these people.
No way was he moving to take the food. He was staying right where he was.
(Grah XP He needs to stop...just sitting there)
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Post by Tys on Sept 18, 2008 18:49:39 GMT -5
The man paid no attention to the children, at first, after he gave them their order. He took the blanket and unfolded it, before standing up and walking over to Knajee, drooping the blanket around the young boy, who was the only one that listened to him. For only a moment, his eyes stayed on Knajee before the eyes went to the other boy and then to Sakti, who glared at him.
He was still silent as he walked over to the door, shut it, and sat down in front of it. "Eat." He spoke again to the other two, still ignoring the boy's question. He took the two bowls and pushed them in their directions.
"Life is a precious gift which has been granted to all in different ways.” His voice had a quiet air to it, as if each word he spoke was sacred to him. “Your lives were being wasted. Death was upon each and every one of you.”
“I was not about to be killed!” Sakti snapped at the man. She was insulted by that she felt like he had called her a weakling. She was caught stealing, that’s nothing to warrant death!
The man’s eyes moved over to her and rested on her with a kind of glare to show his anger at being interrupted. “You would have wished for death to come if you had been sent to work camp.” His voice was calm; it no longer held the quiet, sacred air as it did before she interrupted him.
Now Sakti learned what was almost her fate. The work camp, she had heard about it from others, about how people die within a week though, which left her wondering how they kept the work camp going if people kept on dying. Maybe they are importing children now.
“A wasted life is not only hurtful upon whose life it is, but also for the whole community, the whole species, the whole planet’s life.” The man had continued with what he was saying, his tone back to the quiet sacred air. “All three of you were saved so that your lives would not be wasted. That is what I, we, want from you three, to grow up and not waste your lives.” He paused for a moment.
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Post by Oliver on Sept 18, 2008 19:28:16 GMT -5
Knajee glanced up at the man a moment as the blanket was draped over him. His pulled it tightly around him then went back to eating. The warm food only made him a bit more tired then he already was and longed to sleep even more, but he wanted to know what the man had to say.
The other two children were suspicious of the man. It was obvious they didn't trust him and to some degree Knajee didn't either, but the man had saved his life. Knajee couldn't help but hold that in his favor though he was still cautious. The sting of his betrayal was still very prominent.
As the man spoke, the dull brown eyes of the boy watched him. 'Life is a precious gift..' 'your lives were being wasted' 'you were saved so that your lives would not be wasted'. Knajee's heart sunk further. He knew his life had been wasted but there was nothing he could have done about it. It wasn't something he could have helped, and from the words the man spoke it sounded like he was going to be used... He, or they as the man had referred to more then just himself, wanted something from him and the others. What would happen if they couldn't give him what they wanted.
The river flashed in Knajee's mind. The gasping for breath, the flailing, the unsuccessful struggle to keep his head up, it all came to him and he shuddered and closed his eyes. They would probably do something like that to them if they didn't give them what they wanted.
"..You're going to use us." His voice was quiet like before, his face glum. He stared at the floor as he spoke, but his eyes were now gloomy. "Then you'll.. throw us away later. When our use runs out."
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Post by Shikaru on Sept 18, 2008 20:13:25 GMT -5
Knajee's comment only furthered the confusing mix of fear and anger inside the young boy. The anger was overwhelming the fear for the moment.
"So you lock us in a stuffy room and now you're gonna use us for whatever you want?!" He snapped, his body shaking despite his attempts to act tough. He still refused to even look at the soup. He didn't trust it.
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Post by Tys on Sept 18, 2008 20:32:41 GMT -5
"Being used sounds like such a better life then what I had." Sakti stated with sarcasm. "I was fine on my own, I don’t need your charity or whatever the hell it is. Just take me back to my city.” She told him, trying to imitate the voice he used to order them, but failing at it.
This guy pisses her off. The sooner she is away from him, the better. Her life was not being wasted and besides, if he had not have come along, she would have been able to escape from going to the work camp and all would be how it was. How it has always been and nothing would be changing.
The man had the impulse to smack a couple of the children, mainly Sakti and a bit the others. Did they not hear what he had just said about how wasted life hurts everyone? He is not just going to throw them away later. Moronic children, why did he volunteer to do this job?
“Did you not hear what I said? When one wastes their life, all are hurt. If I were to use you and then toss you away, your life would be wasted and thus I would only end up hurting myself and then others. I have no intention to dispose of you children.” He spoke calmly, hiding his annoyances from the children. That was the easiest point to defend.
“I am here to give you three a new start on life, since your old lives have hit a dead end. The life styles that you had would not support you throughout your whole life and would only spread misfortune.” His eyes went around at each of the children before continuing.
“A life that is not used is wasted. All life has to be used.” He started this point with switching the meaning of the word “used” to put it more in a positive lighting. “We have no intentions on using anyone of you. We know that you three are not tools but fellow Kilates.
“I am here to teach you three to use your own lives to their fullest potential. Now, eat.” The last word came as a command again, which like last time Sakti refused to listen to.
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Post by Oliver on Sept 18, 2008 20:56:01 GMT -5
Knajee was uncertain. A part of him wanted badly to believe the man, but for the most part he was uncertain, scared even. He didn't want to be tricked again. He didn't want to cling to the lies of others and be lead to his death like before and thinking about what to do only made him more tired.
He'd eaten about half the bowl full of soup and the warm food in his stomach made his eyes want to close more. He'd lost the energy to eat more as he watched the man with his weary eyes. His body swayed slightly but he caught himself.
He needed to stay awake, he wanted too, but it wasn't going to happen. With his belly full, his mind was drifting off. His eyes were drifting shut against his will and his body was becoming slack. Slowly he started tip, like a sluggishly falling tree. One hand reached out to catch him a bit but under his weight it slowly bend until his body was against the floor. His eyes struggled to stay open a moment, obviously he was trying to fight sleep but it consumed him in moments anyway despite his efforts. The blanket covered most of his top half.
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Post by Shikaru on Sept 18, 2008 21:01:40 GMT -5
"I'd rather die on the streets than be locked up in a room!" The boy snapped, the fear pushing through his voice now.
(he's not gonna do much more and since I need to go and need to post I'm not gonna bother throwing in details XP)
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Post by Tys on Sept 18, 2008 21:30:15 GMT -5
The man's eyes rested on Knajee as the boy lay down and went to sleep. This shocked the man greatly, though he was able to hide the shock from showing on his face. Since when did someone go to sleep when he was trying to explain something? Did his words put the boy to sleep? Was the boy being disrespectful? Or was the boy simply exhausted?
Resisting the urge to get up and kick the boy, the man decided that the boy was exhausted and that nearly drowning probably took a lot out of him. If the boy is going to sleep through this, that just means that they would have to explain this all over again to the boy, fun.
“Why do you even care? And don’t try to say it’s for any kind of noble reason. People don’t do crap for others for noble reasons.” Sakti chimed in after the boy, her tail flickering a bit with annoyance, back and forth.
Maybe he should just get rid of these kids and report back saying that they all were eaten by wolves, the man thought fleetingly as he heard Sakti’s and the boy’s reply. Children are so foolish…
“So you would rather die alone on the streets, knowing that no one cared for you? That you would just be over looked, that no tears would be shed over your lifeless body?” A trance of his annoyance escaped into his voice. “There is more to here than just this locked room and soon, rather soon, a lot of it would be open to your eyes. Staying in a room would be just as useless to your life as would dying be.”
He then turned his attention to the girl. “Just because you have not met someone who tries to work to better the world does not mean that those people do not exist. All three of you,” the man ignored the fact that only two of them were probably listening, instead of the three, “were saved today and offered a new, a better life than before. Do not start it with corrupted and suspicious thoughts towards your benefactors.”
For a moment, the man was silent as his eyes wondered from one to another until stopping at the nameless boy. “All of you,” he began to speak again, though this time he was more directed at nameless, “need to relax and let go of the fear and uncertainty that has been rooted in yourself from years of hardship. There are hardships in all of life, but this new life that you are to begin will not have the consequences of your old one. No longer would you be hungry, cold or hot, alone or misguided.”
“Bull crap. Prove that!” Sakti snapped at him, becoming more and more irritated. She knew she wanted to believe that, but she could not let herself believe it. She had seen and known about others, most others, who do not fear starvation as she had always done but they always seem to be in another world then her; a world that she would never be able to reach.
“Eat and it will be proven.”
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Post by Shikaru on Sept 19, 2008 17:52:27 GMT -5
"I'm not moving from this spot..." The boy mumbled, his fear showing rather clearly now. His anger was disolved and, remembering where he was, the claustrophobia began to kick in again.
It reminded him too much of things he would rather forget.
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Post by Tys on Sept 19, 2008 18:05:22 GMT -5
The man was once again silent for a moment, staring at the kid with a blank look while in his mind he smacked the kid, and the girl too for that matter. What is wrong with this kid? Does he want to cause himself pain and suffering? Does he realize that this pointless stubbornness will only cause his death if he continues like this? A sigh escaped from the man.
“There is no reason to be scared. I do not intend to wrong you, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I have helped you. You are off the streets and are given food, along with a new better life. Why then are you so scared?” The man asked, causing his tone to be more gentler this time, even though he was deeply annoyed at the boy’s stubborn ways.
Sakti was silent, her mind thinking about the man and all that he had said. Her eyes were resting on the bowl of soup that was for her, watching as some steam still rose from it, showing that it was still warm. After a short moment, she forced her eyes away from the soup and looked from each person in the room, thinking.
Knajee was fast asleep, which was not that surprising, considering how he was acting before. Maybe he is in a dead sleep. However, there is always the possibility that the soup he ate was poisonous and he is dying from that. Damn it, why couldn’t the other kid eat the soup. If he had dropped asleep, then she would know that it was poisoned, Sakti thought with annoyance.
Her mind wondered away from the soup and back to what the man had said. Was he telling the truth or not? Or was he just using pretty words to lure them in like how creepers use candy….
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Post by Shikaru on Sept 19, 2008 18:23:56 GMT -5
"Locking me up isn't helping me..." He muttered, huddling tighter into the wall. He wasn't even thinking about the soup anymore, about the other people in the room. All he thought about was how he was being kept in this room, caged like an animal.
Bad things always happened when locked in a room.
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Post by Tys on Sept 19, 2008 18:35:12 GMT -5
“You are not locked up here. After you eat, which you clearly need to, and since I have already finished explaining the basics, you are free to go to the other parts. The other parts being your own room, the main hall…” The man quickly listed off a few other places before continuing with this point. “This room is merely were I brought all three of you for introductions and to be kept as I looked for anyone else.”
The man was silent as he waited for a response. As he waited, his eyes studied the boy, noticing that the boy was nearly consumed with his fear. This caused some of his annoyance towards the boy to fade a bit and be replaced by pity. Street children are always such pitiful creatures.
Sakti’s eyes were back on the man, her tail flicking a bit again as she had listen to him. What was he up to? Could he really be telling truths? If he was lying, then why was he bothering to lie. He could do whatever the hell he wanted to do with them right now, and no one would stop him….
A shudder went through her as that thought crossed her mind. If she distrusted him, then does that mean she would expect bad things to happen? So, if she trusted him, then she will think that all would be well like he has said? Still unsure, Sakti remained silent.
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