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Post by Axel Maverick on Sept 11, 2011 1:56:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]  THIS HATE THAT YOU GAVE KEEPS SAYING THE SAME THING The Words: 1,151 The Outfit: coming soon Tagged: Florian Raniari Music: Night of the Hunter Notes: None.
His truck left behind a cloud of dust as it rolled its way up the dirt road and slowly came to a halt at the end of the road. Axel shifted the large truck into park, took his foot off of the brake pedal and took a look out to the lonely black gravestone that was placed underneath a blossom tree, away from everyone else. The breeze gently rolled by, blowing away the fallen petals from the tree and some off of their branches. It was a beautiful sight to anyone else, but for Axel it was just a place that made his heart break over and over again.
His usual stern and douche bag demeanor soon disappeared as he lifted the bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat, opened his door and slid out of his truck, allowing Winry to decide for herself if she wanted to come out or not. Axel wandered over to the black granite stone and looked down upon the golden engravings…
“She concealed her tears but shared her smiles”
Kaylynn Winry-Ann Maverick
March 19th, 1990 – April 22nd, 2028
Beloved mother, sister, and daughter. |
[/color] Still, to this day, Axel fights against the tears of sadness for the loss of his mother. She was his best friend and she took excellent care of him. His heart still ached and trembled as he stood to the right of where her empty casket is located underneath the ground. Trying to hold off the tears as he stood at his mother’s grave, he knelt down, his knees cracking with the sign of age; he placed the set of flowers that he had bought against the stone. He made sure that it did not cover the small picture that his uncle had placed upon the stone in the middle of the rock, just above her name but underneath her epitaph. Her face had thinned out and her jaw line was not so defined anymore. In this picture, her hair had been straightened, which Axel had always thought looked better on his mother than her usual curly and wavy hair. Of course, she was still tan as ever and her eyes were their deep chocolate brown color that never had any sign of sadness, or even age. The smile on her face went from ear to ear, something that was always contagious when she was around others. Kaylynn’s face was glowing with delight and adventure. She was young in the picture that her son and her brother had chosen, but it was a picture that the two of them had decided was their favorite. It had been randomly taken when Axel was about seventeen years old, and they had just finished a hunt and had decided that they were going to go out to eat. He didn’t remember what exactly had happened, but he knew that he had something wrong and she smiled; her words were clear as day in her only son’s mind. “You’re terrible with the ladies. You want to know why? Because you act like such an old man. Relax sometime, don’t let the job get to you too much, Axe.”[/b] He couldn’t help but smile to the lingering memory, and his hand lifted from his side and played with the necklace that had once belonged to his mother, that he was actually pretty sure she had received from Sastre as a gift when the two of them were still together. All of his thoughts about his mother quickly disappeared when his insides had decided to bring up the man that had ruined their lives. Sastre Quicksilver was going to be arriving here soon. Well, actually, let’s get that straight, Florian was on his way here. The woman that he had met in the diner was actually Sastre Quicksilver, which to him didn’t make any sense till she had explained that the name Sastre is an on passing name that’s been going for generations. His father had been given the name, and when he was finished with hunting, he had passed it along to her. Now he was living some kind of normal life, and honestly, that pissed Axel off to no end. His mother was – is the kindest woman that he has ever known and will ever meet, in yet she was the one that was currently dead with her body burned in a fire. All that he had left of his mother was just memories, but Florian got to retire from hunting? And settle down somewhere? It was cruel, and very much unfair to Kaylynn. Axel truly and whole heartedly believed that to be true. What made him more important that a woman who would do anything for their child? Who had devoted her entire life to finding a man that Axel believed never loved her? Why did he get to live? Whoever was out there, whoever this person is who had higher abilities that are beyond Axel’s comprehension, was an idiot. He knew that the world would have been much better off without Florian Raniari and a much peaceful place with his mother around. Yet, there was nothing that he could do. All of his instincts say to just cut the man’s throat open when he arrives. That’s what he wanted to do, all his life that’s what he wanted, but he knew that his mother would not approve. Sadly, she was still in love with him, and Axel was pretty much convinced that she died still loving him. Whenever their conversation seemed to drift off towards Florian’s way, she was nothing was optimistic about a man that had just turned his back on her and left. Kaylynn was persistent, she wasn’t going to give up on telling her son that his father was a good man, that he had a good heart and always looked out for the safety of others. To the boy who grew up without a father, running away to keep someone safe was a bunch of bull shit. He didn’t believe that all. No one could ever be safe, so to make sure that he never did what Florian had done to Kaylynn, Axel just stayed away from people. Even then there were others that had gotten in the way of hunts and ended up dead. It was just a part of life, and it was selfish to think that running away from an issue was either going to make it go away or get better. It doesn’t do either one any good, it just makes it worse, a domino effect. Where he ended up in life was a perfect example. Feeling frustrated, Axel growled lightly and rubbed his face as he stood up and stared at the headstone that he was standing next too. Now, it was just a matter of time of waiting for him the man… good thing that he had left everything in the truck. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Florian Raniari on Sept 24, 2011 18:10:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Florian Raniari So I'm done with all this pain that I've kept
Like a boxer who's been knocked down and lost his step - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He'd driven all night and most of the day before, but he was finally here.
It had been days since Sastre had come to him about Axel, and since they'd confirmed that he was in fact Florian's son, but the retired hunter was still reeling from it. It seemed like the surprises simply kept piling up, and Florian wondered what else might come to light now that he'd settled down and given up his old life on the road. Once, he would have panicked and ran--of that he had no doubt--but not any more. His year in the wilderness had done him well, and he had more faith in himself now--and faith in his loved ones--than he ever had before.
That being said, he still felt uncertain about this meeting with his long lost son.
Of course Florian remembered Kaylynn Maverick, and the months that they'd spent together all those long years ago. The truth was, he often thought about those days, and he knew without a doubt that had she not been there for him when she was, Florian probably wouldn't be alive today. In more ways than one, Kay had saved his life, by making him slow down, and by forcing him to realize that even Sastre Quicksilver had to take it easy sometimes, or he'd run the risk of driving himself into the ground. What had started as simply a close friendship had quickly developed into something deeper and stronger, and having to leave Kay had been one of the hardest things he'd ever done in his entire life.
At the time, though, he'd thought it was the right thing to do. Darian had been hounding him for years at that point, and the vampire's threat--or, rather, promise--to murder not only Kay but her entire family if Sastre didn't leave her had been one of the earliest examples of hisi brother's determination to see him alone and unhappy. So, rather than force Kay to lose her family and her life, Sastre had left, hoping that somehow her life would be peaceful and safe without him. He'd had no idea back then what would happen to her, and in fact he always assumed she'd gotten on with her life...
Until now, when the truth had finally come out.
Stopping his black jeep on the side of the road, Florian cut the engine and stepped out, his eyes locking on the lone figure some distance away, and the single gravestone. Swallowing his nerves and steeling himself for the meeting to come, Florian strode forward, eventually coming to stand before the young man that he now knew to be his son.
Axel looked a great deal like him, actually. It was almost like looking at himself in a mirror, though much younger of course. The only difference that Florian could really see was in the eyes: Axel gazed at him with eyes full of anger, utterly unconcealed, while at that age Florian knew that his own eyes had undoubtedly been clouded with weariness and sorrow. Axel's life had been a difficult one, Florian knew, and he also knew that he was largely responsible for that.
Remaining silent, Florian moved past Axel and knelt in front of the stone, reaching out and letting his fingers move lightly over the carved words. His heart sunk as he was bombarded by memories, of the times that he and Kaylynn had shared, and of that fateful night when he'd left without a word, without a note or anything else explaining what had happened, as per Darian's instructions.
Standing once again, he returned his attention to Axel.
"Hello," he said softly.
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Post by Axel Maverick on Sept 26, 2011 23:13:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THIS HATE THAT YOU GAVE KEEPS SAYING THE SAME THING
Winry yipped from her seat in the back of the truck. Her yips gave Axel vital information that he already knew. His father was here. He heard the jeep rolling up before Winry had decided to give him a warning. Already the blood pumping through his veins was already boiling. He still had time to turn to his truck, grab a gun and shoot him in point blank range right in the face. That way he could join his mother in the dark abyss where he had cursed her to stay for the rest of eternity.
Kaylynn was still in love with this lying, cheating, and deadbeat bastard that it made Axel’s stomach turn and twist at the thought. He has no idea what the hell that she saw in him, but then again, she was a woman. As much as he loved his mother, he knew that she was naïve and always wanted to see the good in everyone, and she did all the way up till she died. Everyone that they ever rescued, she gave them hope. Everyone that they have ever met that were in a bind, she gave them encouraging words, and everyone that they ever spilled blood with she always invited them back for a drink and a campfire. She was a good, and kind hearted woman that didn’t deserve the ending cards that she was dealt in her game. And Florian certainly did not not deserve her.
Axel’s body continued to tense as he heard the feet of his deadbeat father shuffling through the grass to make his way over to the gravestone. For a split second, he wanted to kick the man while he was down… and because he was standing on top of his mother. Not really. The casket underneath the ground was empty, except for a few personal things that he and his Uncle Mark had put in there so that they didn’t feel that it was completely empty and hollow on the inside. Though he couldn’t help but think that he shared some feelings for his mother, after all, they spent a long time together and Kaylynn was a woman that you either loved with all of your heart, or you hated her with everything that you have. But if you really knew Kaylynn like Axel, or even Florian, you would know that Kaylynn was someone that was hard to hate. And she was a woman that made sure that everyone else was placed before her.
As much as a douche bag Axel is, he let Florian have as much time as he wanted in front of his mother’s grave. He could see the despair on his face, and honestly, Axel loved it. The man deserved to finally get his feelings ripped out of his stomach and shoved down his throat. God knows that it happened to Axel enough times to where he pretty much no longer had emotions… almost. It was when he had stood upright and decided to face Axel did he realize that he really did take a lot of features from him. And he was disgusted by it. The way that they stood was the same, their posture, facial structure, almost everything. The only difference is that he had acquired his mother’s dark hair and dark skin. Everything else was from this guy… yeah that really made Axel want to go and have plastic surgery.
“Hello?” |
[/b][/i] Axel repeated, his voice stern and full of venom. What else did he expect from a man that had no idea that he had a son by one of his ex-lovers? He didn’t even know, but he expected it to be a lot more than just a hello. You want to know what Axel had said in return? He cocked his fist back as far as he could and threw it forward with all of his might. His knuckles closed the short distance between the two and had collided with the face of Florian, the man that he had hated ever since his existence started in this world. Legit, Axel was damn sure that he’s hated his father since he was born. “Hello to you too, Florian.”[/b] [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Florian Raniari on Oct 20, 2011 12:22:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Florian Raniari So I'm done with all this pain that I've kept
Like a boxer who's been knocked down and lost his step - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Florian saw Axel’s fist coming as if in slow motion.
The last year and more had been very good for Florian, when it came to things like combat and hunting. After all, he’d been right beside Sastre as he’d taught her everything, and put her through the same grueling, nightmarish gauntlet of training that he’d endured as a youth. He was unquestionably in the best shape of his life, despite his advancing years, and his reflexes were sharper than they’d ever been. They had to be, after sparring and facing off against Sastre all these long months: she was much faster than he was—lightning fast, even—and he’d had to learn to react quickly or suffer an embarrassing defeat.
So when Axel’s fist cut through the space between them, it took every ounce of Florian’s willpower not to simply block the attack and break the young man’s arm in a single fluid motion. He knew, though, that doing that would only make things worse. So, though his reflexes were screaming to stop the punch, Florian took it, stars exploding behind his eyes as the sheer anger in the blow knocked him off his feet.
Florian lay there in the grass for a moment or two, staring up at the sky and finding himself surprised by how hard Axel had hit him. Finally he stood, wiping a bit of blood from his lip on the back of his hand and locking eyes with the younger hunter. He was silent for a while, just studying Axel again, still finding it hard to believe that he was his son.
God, what curse was he under that he’d had to miss out on the lives of both of his children? That he’d had to find them so long after they’d already been beaten and broken by this lifestyle, a life that Florian would never have chosen for them? After all, hadn’t he sent Lily away as a baby to spare her, knowing that she’d someday follow in his footsteps if he kept her, though it had been the hardest thing he’d had to do in his entire life? Hadn’t he left Kay so that she could get on with her life, and not have to be dragged down into a world of terror and violence, so that his maniacal brother wouldn’t do to her what he’d done to so many other people who Florian had gotten close to?
It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, the ones he cared for were forced to suffer because of him…
“We both know that there’s nothing I can say to you to express how sorry I am,” Florian told Axel honestly, eyes still locked on his. “And I’m sure that even if there was something I could say, you’d choose not to believe or accept it. But I need you to know that there was a reason for what I did, and that at the time I honestly, truly believed I was doing the right thing… That I was trying to save your mother’s life…”
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Post by Axel Maverick on Oct 30, 2011 1:16:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THIS HATE THAT YOU GAVE ME KEEPS SAYING THE SAME THING
So much anger and rage was beginning to build up in Axel’s chest that it was beginning to hurt. He just wanted to unload everything onto Florian, he wanted him to know the pain that Axel had felt, the pain that his mother had felt. He wanted Florian to understand how much of a fuck-up he truly was and how much he was actually hated by his eldest child…
Let’s just get on with it, Axel wanted to see Florian suffer and die a brutal death… a death that he wanted to inflict on Florian himself. That’s all the man wanted and he knew that if he just got that one simple pleasure of succeeding, all of this hatred that Axel carried around with him all of his life would just go away and he could actually live somewhat of a normal life.
Who was he fooling? Hunting was all he knew, but that still didn’t change the fact that he wanted to add Florian’s name to the long standing list of humans that were dead because of him or by him.
Surely, he should have just settled with punching the man in the face, turn away from him and head back towards his truck. He wasn’t. Axel could tell that the man had under gone some kind of training, and that it had taken everything that he was for Florian not to stop or hit him back. He wasn’t satisfied with this at all. Honestly, Axel wanted to meet Florian and be able to beat him into a bloody mess without having to worry about the fact that this sperm donor could actually do something in return. He supposed that it was okay, because Florian still took the hit, and the sheer shock from the power behind the blow was enough to quench some of the blood thirst that the young man craved.
It wasn’t enough, he wanted more.
When his so-called father got back onto his feet and silence filled between them, all Axel could do was glare at him. If looks could kill, Florian would have died a brutal and gruesome death ten times over, maybe even more. Axel had inherited the same trait that his mother had, he held a lot of his emotions inside tucked away inside of a box that no one could ever see, but sometimes they slipped away and snuck through. Right now, all the hatred and anger that Axel had that defined him as the man that he was, was showing through his ice blue eyes. It was a look and feel that would have made anyone turn around and go into the opposite direction.
The moment that Florian had started talking, Axel wanted to insert his fist there. Who said that he had the right to talk? He certainly didn’t, and Florian certainly didn’t deserve that chance. He had plenty of chances to turn this entire situation around. Just one simple phone call to his mother could have ended it all, could have prevented so much from happening…
Axel rolled his eyes. “If you were truly sorry for anything that you had done, you wouldn’t have done it.” |
[/b] Axel snapped, his words laced with venom. “You’re a fool for thinking that your absence was going to make her get on with anything. You knew the kind of woman that she was, no matter what you did, she was always going to be a part of people’s lives, and much to my dismay, that includes someone by the likes of you.
“She put her faith in you and you left her behind like a piece of trash.”[/b] Axel started to grind his teeth together. “I know why you left. I’ve done my homework.”[/b] Of course, ever since he was a kid, his mother had told him that Sastre – way back then – had left for his personal reasons that she understood, but he could still see the pain that rushed through her face every time that subject came up. He knew that she wasn’t okay with it then, that there was a piece of the puzzle missing, and when he had discovered that his mother was searching for his father, he was beginning to pick up on patterns. There was someone picking off Sastre’s friends and contacts, a pattern that his mother had actually laid out for him when he had found everything in the car. “Just because I know doesn’t mean that I don’t look at you any differently. In fact, makes me want to shoot you between the eyes even more for thinking that that was going to solve all of your problems.”[/b] Axel scoffed. “You truly make me sick.”[/b] The urge to punch Florian again was beginning to push through his body, but he wanted to see what Florian was going to say before he landed another rage filled punch to the man. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Florian Raniari on Nov 21, 2011 14:36:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Florian Raniari So I'm done with all this pain that I've kept
Like a boxer who's been knocked down and lost his step - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The fact that Axel knew why Florian had left his mother didn’t really surprise the older man.
No doubt Kay had told Axel everything she could about his father, perhaps hoping to fill in the gaps in the child’s knowledge, or to help him know something about the father who had abandoned them. Unfortunately for Axel, that meant that he hadn’t gotten the full story, as Florian had never told Kay exactly what was happening when he’d left. That had been part of Darian’s ultimatum, of course: leave without a word of explanation, and never see her again.
The question now was whether or not to fill in the gaps in Axel’s understanding of the story. The younger hunter had a right to know, of course, but at the same time Florian doubted it would really make any difference in the grand scheme of things. Axel was determined to hate him no matter what, and Florian knew that nothing he could say or do would change that. He felt guilty, of course, but the truth was Florian just couldn’t let himself drown in that guilt like he used to.
Those days were far, far behind him now. It had taken Florian most of his life, but he’d finally learned to move beyond all that and just live. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, and the future was no longer obscured by shadows. Everything was bright, and there was a hope inside of him that he’d never felt before. For the first time in his life, Florian knew that everything was going to be okay.
So even though he felt terribly about what had happened to Kaylynn, and to Axel, Florian simply couldn’t let it ruin everything that he’d worked so hard to build. He’d try and explain the situation to Axel, and if the young man wanted to attempt some kind of relationship then so be it. But, if he was unmoved in his hatred and anger, then Florian simply didn’t have room in his life any more for that kind of single-minded violence. Axel was his son, though, and he had to try to make this right.
“There’s more to the story, Axel… More that your mother didn’t know, and that I couldn’t tell her.” He paused a moment, frowning and trying to figure out how exactly to word all of this. “No doubt you know that something was after me, and had been for a long time. It was a vampire, named Darian… My brother.” Lowering his eyes, Florian went on. “He blamed me for ruining his life, and for taking everything he loved away from him, so he set out to do the same thing to me. He killed… so many of the people closest to me… and he set his sights on your mother shortly after we got together.”
Florian then spilled out the entire story to Axel, telling the young man about how Darian had come to him one night with a file filled with recently taken photographs of Kay’s entire family. The vampire had people watching them at all times, just waiting for his word to begin what would ultimately become a massacre. Darian would have each and every member of Kaylynn’s family murdered unless Florian left her. And, if the hunter refused to go, then after Kay’s family was dead, she’d be next, and her death would be neither quick nor painless, Darian promised that. So, to spare her life, and the lives of her family, Florian—then Sastre, of course—had done as the vampire asked: he’d left without a word, and kept his distance from her. Darian had kept his word, and none of them were harmed.
“I’m sure it comes as no comfort to you to hear this, Axel,” Florian told him, meeting his eyes once more, “But I couldn’t let that happen to her… I couldn’t let her lose everyone. And I am sorry, but what’s done is done. Neither of us can change what happened in the past, but we can decide what happens in our future.”
Pausing, Florian simply watched Axel for a moment before finishing.
“What do you want to do?”
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Post by Axel Maverick on Nov 27, 2011 22:10:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I DON’T THINK I DESERVE IT, SELFLESSNESS The Words: 686 The Outfit: Here Tagged: Florian Raniari Music: Night of the Hunter Notes: Happy Turkey Day! And sorry that this is late.
Axel’s blood boiled with hatred and disdain. His thoughts were nothing but murderous intent and monstrous ideas. All of which involved doing something terrible to Florian’s existence. It’s already been three times since Axel had envisioned himself thrusting the knife into the man’s throat, or putting a couple of bullets into his chest, or even putting a round into his skull, executioner style. Only then, then will he be able to accept Florian’s apology.
Right now, his words or stories meant nothing to angered child that he had produced with Kaylynn Maverick. Everything that he had been saying was going in one ear and directly out the other. Axel couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes, and clenching his fists. To stop himself from striking the man again, Axel shoved is hands into his pockets. He began to glare daggers at Florian, if looks could kill… the man standing before the younger would be dead several times over.
“You can spit that story a thousand times over,” |
[/b] he began. Axel was willing to accept the story, after all he was currently in that position. He knew that if he got close to anyone there was the probability that he was going to end up leaving them the same way that Florian had left his mother. “But honestly, I don’t give a shit about your reasoning, and I really don’t give a shit if you were trying to protect her and her family,”[/b] The usage of Axel’s fingers for quotes were there at that point, and then he had stuffed them back into his pockets. “She’s still dead, and it’s still your fault.
“My family already ended up dead.”[/b] Axel’s voice rose with anger. “All of them are. It wouldn’t have made a difference if you were leaving because they were going to be dead. And the fact of the matter is, is that Kaylynn is dead, and it is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, your fault.”[/b] Axel took a step towards Florian, but then stopped knowing full well that he was going to end up attacking him, and he knew that wouldn’t have ended well. He wasn’t an idiot. He could see that Florian had gone through vigorous training, and Axel also knew that he was in his prime because of it. Honestly, the young man was rather shocked that he had allowed the first punch. But… Axel couldn’t contain himself anymore. He pulled his hands from his pockets and gave the older gentlemen a shove. “What makes you so damn special that you deserve to live a happy life!?”[/b] Axel gritted his teeth. “My mother did nothing wrong except for loving you. And look at this,”[/b] Axel gestured to all of Florian with his hand. “Here you are standing in front of me like you deserve fucking everything that you have! You don’t! And if you believe that you do, you’re more twisted than I thought.”[/b] Axel’s words spat from his vocals with so much venom and hate that it could kill a child’s dream and paralyze a man in fear. He growled angrily, and rubbed his face, turning around to face his back to the man as he stalked back towards his truck, Winry’s ears going up instantly and she froze as she watched her master come to her. But Axel had stopped, looked over his shoulder towards Florian and walked back over to him. “There is only one thing in this world that’ll make anything better with this.”[/b] Axel’s eyes grew somewhat soft, but then had hardened instantly. “Ever since you came into her life, she’s had nothing but bad luck. She was forced to leave her home in Salem, she was forced to miss her parents’ funeral when they were slaughtered. Her brother had gone missing after her death, and now, my mother’s fate is left to a man that doesn’t deserve anything in life.”[/b] Axel sized him up for a moment, and had decided there that he wasn’t going to explain anything further. “You’re coming back with me to Salem.”[/b] [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Florian Raniari on Dec 15, 2011 18:38:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Florian Raniari So I'm done with all this pain that I've kept
Like a boxer who's been knocked down and lost his step - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
In a way, it was his fault that Kaylynn was dead.
Florian had never felt right about getting involved with her, or about dragging her into his mess of a life, though she'd always told him that he hadn't "dragged her into" anything. It had been her choice, or so she'd said, but that had done little to assuage Florian's feelings of guilt. So yes, Kaylynn's death was--in his eyes--his fault, and that was something he'd have to live with for the rest of his life...
Another death resting on my shoulders, and more blood on my hands...
But his shoulders were stronger now, and they could bear the load more easily; and his hands were so stained with blood that it no longer made a difference in the grand scheme of things. He would mourn Kay's death as he'd mourned the deaths of everyone else he'd cared about: silently and privately.
As Axel continued to speak, though, and he asked angrily what made Florian special enough to have a normal life, the retired hunter could feel anger of his own stirring within.
"I have lost everything, Axel. Everything. And not just once over, but more times than I can count." Florian's fists clenched at his sides, and though he kept himself outwardly calm, the roiling fury within flashed in his eyes. "I have buried more people in my life than you have probably ever even known. I have given almost fifty years of my life to this, to helping people who mostly don't even know I exist, or what I've sacrificed for them."
The anger was coming closer to the surface now, and he took a single step forward, eyes locking on Axel's.
"I have shed more blood, and sweat, and tears than you could ever hope to even imagine, and the few times I ever wanted anything for myself, it was torn away from me." He paused for a moment, keeping his eyes on the younger man's, doing nothing to hide the rage he felt at having his worth questioned. "So yes, I deserve a normal life. And nothing you can say or do will ever change that, do you understand?"
Finally Florian let the anger cool a little, relaxing and unclenching his fists. Glancing down, he studied Kay's grave site closely, as if committing every last detail of the place to memory He would return here, of course, making it yet another stop on his yearly rounds of visiting those he'd lost. Expression softening slightly, he returned his eyes to Axel's.
"And I will go to Salem with you. Not because you've demanded it of me, but because I can sense that it's important to you, and because I think it's the right thing to do."
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Post by Axel Maverick on Dec 22, 2011 4:50:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I DON’T THINK I DESERVE IT, SELFLESSNESS
Right about now everything that Florian was spitting out of his vermin mouth went in one ear and out the other for Axel. He didn’t care what his “father” had gone through, and he certainly didn’t care what he lost and/or gained in his life. All that matter right now was his mother, not what Florian had lost in his fifty years of hunting. None of that was important.
Axel’s face was stern and unmoving, emotionless. Usually when Axel began to shut down, that meant that things were going to get ugly. His eyes were void of all emotion as he looked upon Florian. Honestly, he, just, did, not, give, a, shit.
“I don’t care what you’ve been through.” |
[/b] he said, his face still unchanging and never moving. “Because this isn’t about you.”[/b] At least in Axel’s eyes it didn’t have anything to do with Florian and what he had done with his fifty years of life, because guess what? Kaylynn didn’t have fifty years of life like he did, she only got thirty-eight, thirty-eight years that came to a quick halt in a very brutal way. And because Florian believed that he deserved to have a normal life, that he deserved a woman that loved him, that made him twisted. How could he go on living knowing that there were people out there who’s life ended so quickly and in a tragic way? It was disgusting. And again Axel found himself wanting to break the man’s nose and bashing his face in. “This is about my mother.”[/b] He commented, his eyes only flickering to reveal that hatred that Axel had just shown him. Every day of his life he wished that he was never born, he knew that Kaylynn could possibly still be alive. Florian would have met her, yes, but without Axel, that meant that she would only be heartbroken, and over time those wounds heal. She would have been able to stay in school, she didn’t have to go running from the government, she wouldn’t have been a single mother at such a young age, none of this would have happened to her. Although, Axel couldn’t help but rolling his eyes. “Don’t start acting like you care what’s important to me.”[/b] he knew what was going to happen after this moment. Florian and Axel were never again going to make an effort to see each other. Why would Florian want a son that wanted nothing to do with him? And why would Axel want to be in the life of a father that he blamed everything for? It didn’t make sense. But it was because they were still family in the end, regardless of their feelings for each other. If there was one thing that Kaylynn had taught Axel, it was that blood was thicker than water, and that golden rule stretched out over Florian no matter how much Axel wanted to put two bullets into his head. “It’s the right thing to do?”[/b] He repeated his eyebrows going up. “Whether you believe it to be or even if you didn’t. You would be going. It’s not for me, it’s for Kaylynn.”[/b] He had hoped that Florian would understand by now that Axel was so angry was because his mother was still[/b] suffering. On Summer street Salem, Massachusetts, the Salem Inn on the third floor was the location of his mother… where she appeared to the guests staying in room thirty-three as bloody and screaming for help. All that was left of her was her spirit, a death echo and repeatedly, every night, Kaylynn relived the nightmare of her brutal end. She was still here because she had unfinished business. She still needed to tell Florian that she loved him. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Florian Raniari on Jan 8, 2012 17:48:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Florian Raniari So I'm done with all this pain that I've kept
Like a boxer who's been knocked down and lost his step - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Florian listened to Axel's words, knowing that arguing with him or trying to reason with him would be absolutely pointless.
The fact of the matter was that Axel seemed have inherited all of the stubbornness from both of his parents. He'd never, ever give an inch on this, and Florian understood that because in all honestly, its exactly how he would of been acting in the same situation.
Hadn't that been exactly what he'd done for years? His obsession with revenge, and with hunting in general had forced away everyone that he cared about. Friends, loved ones, they'd all tried to talk some sense into him after the deaths of the Old Man, and of Solphi... When he'd cut all his ties and put himself into his self-imposed exile. But he wouldn't listen to them. Nothing any of them could say could cut through the shroud of sorrow and hate that he'd wrapped himself in.
So rather than argue, he simply shook his head sadly and made his way back toward his jeep, carefully controlling his expression.
"I have arrangements to make first, and people to speak to," Florian told the younger hunter. "Once I'm finished, I'll call you and we can go. I'll see you soon."
With that, Florian got into his jeep, started the engine, and drove off down the dirt road. Nothing, it seemed, was ever easy. And even now, as he tried to settle down and just live his life with the woman he loved, the past was constantly chasing him down.
And it looked like this time it might just have caught up with him...
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