Merely A Phantom (Open)

[Royce Raider]

I'll blend up that rainbow above you. . .

The chilling breeze rustled through the cloudy grey day, and moved some of the brown leaves that littered the ground around in little dancing circles. From outside of the tall, iron fences, a silent, white phantom fluttered gracefully. Soaring through the gates, it peered over the cemetery with its wet, black eyes. Rather sinister looking clouds blotted the sky, and moved slowly with each passing wind. The sun was blocked by one of these clouds, which cast a more eerie look over the area. The dead, yellowed plants that crawled along the ground and over headstones and white crosses trailed to one, unnamed, grey stone, sticking up from the ground at a precarious angle. There perched the phantom, a dainty, white-ish barn owl.

The owl's pure white feathered body held no color if you viewed it from the front, but when he spread his magnificent wings to stretch, you could see every color his feathers held on his back. The reddish browns, and the ashen greys. His circular, dished face carried the purest white of his plumage, and looked as though he was wearing a simple mask. Turning his head around both ways, he observed the settings around him. He opened his pink tinted beak and let out a soft hoot, then laughed at himself in his mind. He only saw it fitting for his surroundings, being in a cemetary and all.

And shoot it through your veins.

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slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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Restan jumped from the brown limb,the snapping sound startling him. He could feel it leave his back foot,thank god he was already in the air and landing on the next surface. He sat still for a moment,breathing heavily,his chest moving so fast. He had bee out quite somtimes,jumping from tree to tree, or from rock to rock. Whatever surface was presenting it'self for him to land on. He looked around,yellow eyes rolling around in his crania,he wasn't one-hundred percant sure of were he was,pretty sad for the head of border patrol. He needed to be aware of his rings lands,and then it came to him. Garden of the Dead. He hadn't ventured here often, so he didn't recognize it all that well,which he wasn't fond of. Again he needed to be familier with his soroundings,although the border was forever branded in his head. There wasn't a crack that he didn't know about it and he loved pushing around the scouts,telling them what to do and when to do it,it was his preffered job.

He had started out as nothing more than a scout,but he was promoted, he wasn't an idiot and he could kick some ass,it was mainly his temper that aided it. He had a bad temper,one reason mot avoided him and he stayed up by the border,not alot of people to talk to or pry into his life,or lack of one. He took in a deep breathe,jumping from the rock he shifted back into his human form,rubbing off any dust that had settled on his jeans. Naturaly he was bare-foot and wearing his usual faded and torn jeans with a white muscle shirt. And naturaly he had his favorite accesory,a pack of cigarettes he lifted off of one of the keepers,great stress relievers. He lit one up,sighing deeply,letting the smoke swirl around his face,grinning.

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credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[Royce Raider]

Good evening, shuttle bus.

Royce was getting to be quite content at the little spot he was sitting. Looking at the surly clouds and hidden sun, he was completely distracted from anything that was going on down where he was. In other words, he wasn't interested in anything out of his own little world. He was totally fine with just sitting there and watching the clouds move inch by inch to cover, then uncover the sun. He could be there for days on end. A small, cracking sound attracted his attention, however, to the eerie cemetery around him. He turned his head one way, then the other, to find nothing.

Being distracted from the skies, he was now occupied with looking around this amazing scenery. It was as if it was straight from a book that you would read curled up on your couch with a dim light on next to you. Tracing the dead ivy crawling along the ground and over the headstones, the little owl that was Royce noticed the smallest details of the long forgotten cemetery. He noticed a rather large marking stone that shot up from the ground in a narrow spire, with the very tip at the top being pointed.

But before he could decide to fly over there, a wafting scent filled his tiny nostrils on his beak. It wasn't necessarily a good smell, it was like burning like smoke. Quickly, Royce lifted up one leg and tilted his head to look underneath him, the whole time flailing his wings to keep balance. It was a rather humorous sight, though Royce himself wasn't laughing; he was trying to find out where this smell was coming from. Instincts grew in his head as he lifted off from the unnamed stone he was perched upon in one swift movement of his wings. Gracefully, he flew and landed atop the spire-like headstone he had seen. It was too tall for something that's burning to get up there.

Then, Royce saw a peculiar figure, standing in the middle of the cemetery, not 10 feet away from him. It was a man, in a white muscle shirt, and torn jeans. Naturally, the hand of curiosity took it's grip around Royce, and he made a soft hooting sound to get the figure's attention, then footed around the top of the spire to get better balance.

Tell me where you're going to take us.

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slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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Restan studied his soroundings,taking in the markers and vines that hugged them tightly. He walked slowly,reading the names on them carefully,grinning as he knealed down to one. It was smaller than the rest,obviously a childs grave. He wondered what the families reaction woud be,what anyones reaction would be if they knew their loved ones bones were here,in some cage. He read the marker,the girls name was Annie,how cute. He took a deep drag,letting the smoke bunce off the cold stone back into his face,the marker also read Rest in Peace. He crookidly grinned at the words. "Yeah,poppet. Rest in Peace." He lifted himself from the knealing position,flicking the fiddlyfart onto the marker. It landed in front of the stone,were he proceeded to stomp it out.

Now Restan generaly had good senses,he needed to,to be border patrol,so he was suprised as he heard the hoot of some animal. His head and halfof his body turned quickly,a not so pleasant look on his face. Now in the ordinary world he would have dusted it off,but this wasn't the ordinary world. He sneered a bit,looking tebird up and down. "What do you want?."

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[Royce Raider]

So many sights to see. . .

Royce watched carefully the face of the stranger when he turned around quickly to face the little barn owl. The expression on his face held strong when he rather rudely asked Royce what he wanted. The little owl perched on top of the spire-like marking stone tilted his head to the side and let out another soft hoot. What a curious looking person. Royce hoped that he would befriend him, rather than make trouble like he seemed he was going to do. Royce had never before actually talked with someone else in the Menagerie, only observed them. And Royce believed that he had seen this person once or twice before.

The whitish owl fluttered down from his stand on the tall headstone, to a smaller, rounder one in front of the man in the torn jeans. Once perfectly balanced on the stone, the small owl looked at the man with wet, black eyes, and then shifted into his human form, sitting on the rounded stone. The teenaged boy that now perched there was slender, as if unnaturally so. His light brown hair shifted slightly in the small breeze. Royce's wide, light grey eyes were directed straight at the stranger. Royce still had his head tilted. To look at the eyes of the boy, you get the feeling that he is looking through you, rather than at you.

Royce opened his mouth to speak, to answer this stranger's question. "What do I want?" he said simply, his voice like silk. "Why, there are a few things." Royce raised a long, piano-player's finger to his face and scratched his eye. "Let's see. . ." He put both of his hands in his lap. "I want to interact with people that I observe from above, and. . ." He raised his head to look up at the sky, "I want to be free. Unbounded." Royce looked playfully back at the man standing in front of him. "What do you want?" he asked as if it were an innocent question.

So wake up like an early birdie.

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Restan raised a curiose eyebrow at the boy as he answered his question,in more detail than was needed,but he respected the boys persanality,or the sample of it he was getting. Restan relaxed his posture a bit,grinning crookidly as the boy relayed the question back to him."Well,it's simple what I want. I want to et out of here and find,destroy my father." He tilted his head an grinned,like it was nothing at all,like wanting the death of a family member was a normal thing,but to Restan it felt just as natural. He wanted that outcome for years,but he thought it wrong,but once he was thrown in here it was clear. His father was a sick bastard and Restan wanted him dead. Although his father had made him a perfect liar,all those classes. He spent so much money to insure that his son was a backstabbing ass,which Restan was thankful for.

He had learned all the movements a liar made and corrected himself,you never could determine when he was lying. He has used this special skill to his advantage,and now he was head of border patrol,he would admit he loved his ranking. He looked past the boy for a moment,no one else was around,h was part of his ring,but Restan wasn'tfamilier with him."Restan,and you?"

[Royce Raider]

Over my shoulder, running away.

Royce observed the man in front of him, analyzing his every move, every muscle that made so much of a twitch in his body. He had a tendancy to over analyze people, and this meeting was no exception. When a smile broke out across his face, Royce was slightly surprised, and the emotion flashed quickly through his eyes. He listened carefully to the response of what this man wanted, and his expression didn't change when the man was finished. Royce continued to stare at him with his wide eyes. He watched the man look past him for a split second, and then cite his name, then ask Royce's. He placed his hands on either side of him on the stone he was sitting on, and locked his elbows. A smile spread across Royce's face, showing his longer canine teeth in his sparkling smile.

But in smiling like he did, a section of Royce's lower lip split because of its dryness, and a small bead of blood formed. Instantly, Royce stopped smiling, and with a furrowed brow, touched a finger to his lip. Looking quickly at the small smear of blood now on his index finger, he slipped his finger into his mouth to lick the blood off, and then bit down over his lip, taking off any excess blood that still remained. Royce looked back to the stranger he now knew as Restan and exhaled through his nose quickly as if to hint a laugh. "I'm Royce." he stated, but continued, "And I, too, have a hatred for my parents. But only because they locked me up and cared for me as if I were some fragile zoo animal."

Royce looked around his surroundings to hint his next words. "Not that our case is much different here. But that's beside the point." He shrugged. "However, I do not want to destroy my parents. I think they are tortured enough by the fact that I left them. They probably think I was abducted. I can only imagine how they've cried. . ." A twisted smirk broke through the solid expression on Royce's face, and he closed his eyes for a moment. He continued without opening his eyes. "I think that it would cause more harm to let them continue living without knowing, rather than killing them." Royce opened his eyes and looked hauntingly at Restan. "For the most terrifying thing is not knowing."

Feels like I'm falling, losing my day.

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