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Post by Echo Antipathy on May 6, 2010 22:08:35 GMT -5
Echo Mordred Antipathy was feeling less of his namesake and more of sheer apathy. His new surroundings were different, but the same in so many ways that it seemed ridiculous for his parents to have sent him here. Pointless. Of course, everything was pointless, wasn't it?
He'd never been around so many people his age and younger, and he wasn't at all impressed. He'd always been surrounded by adults who spoke to him as one, and the vapid conversation in the corridors was enough to make one feel violent tendencies.
He'd escaped all that the moment he was free of his classes, any of which he could have taught himself. Now he stood on the rolling lawns, at the head of a hill looking down at the milling pestilence ignorant of the fact that there was no goal, no reason for any of their shuffling, scraping, and clawing forward. What was at the end? Pleasure? Riches? Neither truly mattered. At the end was death, a ceasing to exist. Utterly pointless.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on May 6, 2010 22:33:11 GMT -5
Quinn had taken to spending more time outside of the forest, and more time on the grounds. It felt nicer, safer, less likely to send her into isolation or despondent depression. Classes were okay. They'd been better before Lyric had left, but everything had seemed better before she opened her wounds.
It sounded disgusting to say that she was licking her wounds, but in a sense she was. She wanted to withdraw, but she knew she needed to stay involved, if not she might end up like Lyric. She spotted a blonde head, standing out overlooking the grounds. She was slow, she hated to feel like an intruder, but she needed interactions. "They seem a lot smaller from up here," she said softly as she drew closer to the boy.
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Post by Echo Antipathy on May 6, 2010 23:14:01 GMT -5
Echo had learned years ago not to grimace, no matter how displeased he was at being interrupted. He smiled instead, an entirely genuine looking spread of his lips. His teeth were straight and white, and his eyes were soft and patient, one green and one blue as he turned to show the girl his smile. "Like little ants," he said, his voice smooth and pleasing to the ear.
Ants had more purpose to their lives than humans. They helped decay the messes others left behind. They tore down the bodies left when life became nothing. Humans sought their own pleasure and left nothing behind but a mess. Pathetic.
He looked at the girl with his smile and his smiling eyes. "My name is Echo. You are the first person I've met here." He had met teachers, but he hadn't met any students who were worth remembering.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on May 8, 2010 11:18:34 GMT -5
"Quinn." She thought about the first person she had met here, shook her head. "It's always nice to meet someone." That I haven't run off, she thought to herself. Recently it felt like meeting anyone was an anomaly. That Kiley was the only person she was destined to actually get along with for a length of time. She mentally apologized to Markise at that thought.
She felt her lips curve at the analogy of people to ants, not knowing what he meant, she made up her own path to that conclusion. "We are like ants. Everyday we wake up, go about our routine. Never questioning, just doing. Hoping somehow that our work will allow us to survive, but it takes nothing more than a callous boot to wipe us out."
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Post by Echo Antipathy on May 10, 2010 20:47:21 GMT -5
Echo felt a glimmer of amusement. His face remained pleasant as he looked at the girl with the red hair. It was interesting that even though some people realized how pointless their existence was, they didn't seem to apply it to themselves. There was no questioning, only blind obedience. Humans were less like ants and more like sheep, or lemmings.
That was a fitting metaphor. Humans followed, whether they followed some imagined goal that would die with them anyway or whether they followed each other. The myth of Lemmus lemmus committing mass suicide by diving over cliff's edge was comparable to so many religions' beliefs that death brought some great release, crossing to some Utopian fantasy filled with earthly pleasures and devoid of earthly trials. Ridiculous.
Humans did the lemming thing every day. Their negligence and stupidity, their inability to accept that there was nothing encouraged them to live pointlessly. So many schizophrenics believed they were God, and centuries of humanity believed the nonsense one well-spoken man spouted out because it was better than believing the alternative.
Echo kept his friendly veneer throughout his thoughts. "You don't live in fear of that boot, do you?" he asked, smiling as though the idea of humanity being crushed into nonexistence was a silly thought, as though he had every faith in redemption. Faith. Redemption. People were such imbeciles.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on May 10, 2010 20:56:24 GMT -5
"Fear? No. I left that fear a few months ago." She feared her father, feared his friends no longer. It might help that she had protection now. But maybe she was just tired of feeling the fear. "The inevitability of life weighs to heavy on me for that." Maybe she was viewing her life from farther away, maybe dealing with problems had pushed them to the surface, and then past her ability to feel.
She felt like she had been floating through life the past few days, a shadow dogging her to keep her safe, but nothing more, no true happiness came from that. Fear and life, two edges of a sword always together, always fighting. She was poised somewhere between that fine blade's edge, between life and fear. Someplace dark, lonely, cold and barren.
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Post by Echo Antipathy on May 10, 2010 22:49:19 GMT -5
"You sound depressed," Echo said. She would be of no use to him if she was depressed. She had seemed social enough, but for all his friendliness she seemed to be growing morbid. He had long ago learned to hide that part of himself, to expose only the smiling face and the kind words that society liked to see. He was an expert at the game.
Since he was a child he had been playing the game and winning without exception. He heard only empty praise from his parents and strangers who thought him an ideal near to perfection. He knew who was worth keeping in contact with and who was best left alone. This girl couldn't have the connections he needed.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on May 12, 2010 21:20:41 GMT -5
Quinn's head tilted, "depressed?" Maybe. Or maybe she was just resigned. Taking a deep breath Quinn shifted her gaze away from the people milling to look at the boy with two colored eyes. "Not depressed. Thoughtful." Quinn ran a nervous hand through her hair, ingrained teachings telling her not to, but she couldn't help it.
"I'd say that I found it odd, that turning seventeen didn't change much. I thought..." She squinted her eyes and allowed her characteristic smile to flit across her face. "Well I rather thought there might be some magical moment that changed things. They always say in fairy tales that it does right?" The question was only partially rhetorical.
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Post by Echo Antipathy on Jul 19, 2010 16:23:48 GMT -5
"And you should always believe fairy tales," Echo said, his lips curving into a perfectly genuine-looking smile. "We all need something to hope for, don't we?" Pretty words that people loved to hear, especially the dreamy girls who thought their perfect prince charming was destined to save them. But people were less perfect and more stupid than they could ever understand.
It was so easy to dismiss her as useless. The most this girl could ever be was a pity case. Maybe people would think better of him for taking her under his exalted wing, but more likely they would wonder what someone like him was doing with someone like her. Still, he was bored and one conversation was nothing, so long as he didn't make a habit of it.
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