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Post by The Berlin Meanies on Nov 9, 2009 10:32:17 GMT 1
"Ohhhh yessss..." wraith hissed and closed his eyes, as if he was savoring this moment. "Anger, dominance, conflict... Such an anger inside you..." his head twitched and he now stared directly at Kasiya. "You must be my bitch!"
He flickered and re-appeared right in front of Kasiya. He seemed to be holding Kasiya's hand. "Yesssss you will definitely do... Open up bitch! I want your anger! Give me your rage!" he shouted and focused get in the skin of Kasiya.
((roll for a kinky Skinride!))
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Post by Shehrazad on Nov 9, 2009 13:43:15 GMT 1
The spectre had very little difficulty forcing itself upon Kasiya, there was no-where to go to escape it.
While it was happening, there was a soft tap at the door, barely noticable above the ghost's shouting and the sensation Kasiya felt as it entered him.
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Post by Kasiya on Nov 11, 2009 22:05:20 GMT 1
"Aaargh!"
Like being covered in fleas, but under his skin. The sensation of wrongness hits him like a mouthfull of carrion when he thought he'd bitten into a fresh kill.
"Getoutgetoutgetout."
Shaking his head, trapped, but still looking for a way out, Kasiya loses his balance and falls against the wall, grazes and scrapes from the masonry closing almost as soon as they appear.
Dragging his head up, Kasiya looks at the door through blurry eyes, if only for something to distract him from the feeling of having his body invaded.
((Took a little creative licence with what being skinridden feels like, found no definitive description of what it's like to be on the recieving end.))
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Post by Shehrazad on Nov 11, 2009 22:31:54 GMT 1
While Kasiya reeled from the sudden extra presence that had been forced inside his body, violating the sanctity of his flesh he heard another soft tap at the door. A few seconds passed before there came another tapping. "Mommy?"
((we found the same problem))
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Post by Kasiya on Nov 11, 2009 22:49:04 GMT 1
"oh no."
Squeezing his eyes tight closed, Kasiya puts his hands over his face as if to hold the Spectre in and stop it from doing anything. He calls back to the boy.
"Don't come in. There's a bad man here."
Bad Man. I know that phrase too well, from nearly every abused child.
"Your mother was here, boy. Call for her. What's her name?"
His own voice feels distant to Kasiya, aware as he is of the invading presence within him. As if the world's receeding away from him.
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Post by Shehrazad on Nov 12, 2009 13:23:23 GMT 1
There were no immediate unwelcome impulses, Kasiya was in full control. "Mommy was here?" The boy walked in to investigate, and looked around nervously as he passed through the door. He didn't see a bad man, though, so relaxed and looked up at Kasiya. He stood there watching for a few seconds, twisting back and forth. "Daddy calls mommy Lora. What is your name, mister?" The little boy looked no older than eight years old, and compared to the other ghosts Kasiya had seen so far he was even more faded and pale. It was quite hard to make out any detail on him.
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Post by Kasiya on Nov 12, 2009 21:31:02 GMT 1
Backing away from the little boy like he's afraid of him, Kasiya drops his hands down from his head and keeps them firmly at his sides.
Knowing that the Wraith is inside him, his nerves feel raw, like his skin's been peeled, and every movement of air on his clammy skin feels like the perverts breath looming behind him. He crouches down to engage the boy on his own level:
"I have lots. Call me Klaus. Let's call for your mother shall we?"
His voice carries a note of desperation, wishing the boy back with his mother and safe.
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Post by Shehrazad on Nov 13, 2009 18:57:47 GMT 1
The boy shook his head. "Bad men come if they know where I am." He put a finger to his lips in an exaggerated gesture for silence. "I have to be quiet."
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Post by Kasiya on Nov 13, 2009 19:38:09 GMT 1
"I'll call for you then. No-one will know it's you"
This is no place for a boy. How did he ever get here. At least he has his mother.
Kasiya leans back against the wall, grateful for something real and solid. He rubs his shoulders against it, relishing the relief from the beads of stress-induced cold sweat which were trickling down his back.
Is that me enjoying that or him...?
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Post by Shehrazad on Nov 13, 2009 19:56:50 GMT 1
The boy nodded and moved away from the door. There weren't many places to even consider hiding in the cell, but the boy was just about small enough to crouch down behind the toilet and pretend to hide, even if anyone could spot him in a second if they bothered to look.
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Post by Kasiya on Nov 14, 2009 22:59:03 GMT 1
Taking pity on the boy, and not sure how or if he could protect him should his passenger (or any other tainted wraith) choose to do something awful, Kasiya does what he can to offer him a place out of sight.
Grasping the mattress with both hands he props it against the wall on an angle, giving the boy a dark spot to lurk in if he so chooses. That done, he gives him a nod and a (hopefully) reassuring smile, and time to move his hiding place.
Kasiya shouts out:
"Lora!"
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Post by Shehrazad on Nov 15, 2009 12:41:07 GMT 1
There was a lengthy silence after Kasiya called out, but his call was not in vain and soon the woman he had seen earlier poked her head in through the door. "What is it? Have you found him? Please tell me you've found him!" She said, desperation readily present in her voice. The boy stayed in his hiding place for a few seconds, before he poked his head up to see what was happening. She didn't take long to spot him, and laughed with joy at the sight of him. She went to him without hesitation and picked him up and held her in his arms. "Oh thank you, sir. I don't know what would of happened if I hadn't found him."
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Post by Kasiya on Nov 15, 2009 21:31:57 GMT 1
"I'm glad for you..."
And Kasiya starts sweating again, cold rivulets making their way down his back under his shirt. The anxiety from the creature he's carrying wearing on him.
"...but you should go. There's another one of the dead here. He wants pain and anger. He's inside me I think. I don't want either of you hurt."
The sense of urgency in him is almost painful.
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Post by Shehrazad on Nov 15, 2009 21:54:27 GMT 1
It came as some suprise at that point, that the disturbing events that likely ground themselves into Kasiya's mind for the rest of his life, were not from the spectre riding him.
((precise details deemed too disturbing for public posting, check your PMs))
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Post by The Berlin Meanies on Nov 17, 2009 13:34:35 GMT 1
Kasiya heard something whisper inside his head "I take her, you take him. Deal? We can take turns too, come on. Let's show them who's the boss!"
His hands nudged and started to wander to this trousers. "Come on, don't be a wussy. They are dead already, they don't care." the voice inside his head continued.
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