And We All Fall Down

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Slandering lie of the initial thoughts and words of those around us. We may not all here everything, but we know some how someone is thinking it, or whispering it, or going away and mentioning you later. Of that strange person you saw walking along, how their eyes were too wide, or their glasses to the side. About how they are so large, or how he is so scrawny. The constant bickering and complaining. Hardly much to mention in a good way. Because you're all to busy pointing out what's wrong.

Though you all turn around, and flock to those who agree, who are like you. Yet even so you speak of how their eyes are a slight odd shade that looks strange. That makes them look different. Or how they wear clothes that don't fit, or how their hair is oily today.

What about those who are the victims? Ha! Victims? Honestly, no one is truly a victim without being the antagonist at one time. But once we are made a victim in a situation that could bring death, we plead for our lives which mean so little. Why plead for an ant? Well that's what you do when you plead to the one who wishes to remove you from the world. We are all as significant, as the bugs we step upon. Of course, there are a few insects that can harm us, is this like human nature? Are we truly like the insects and spider which we step upon? Well, just decide that for yourself.

It was days like this that Anthony wished she could just disappear, or at least be alone. So many people around, it was suffocating. Then there were those who teased her, whether for her name, her height, weight, or family backgrounds, it all forced her into her mind. Simply to plot whether to remain one of those plastered to the walls, or to punish those that have become the antagonists of her life story. She could do it. So easily, all she would have to do, would use her choice blades. But would that really help? How would murder solve anything?

That's just it. It wouldn't.

Was there any eternal rest that would allow her to turn her back on the world? That would help her through the rest of her days? Without involving a source of killing. Whether suicide or homicide. It's all the same.

Staring off into that blue sky, she wondered how the earth seemed to go past without weeping from the filth that inhabits it. So is it, that people preach of the end of the world, or the end of humanity? Or maybe the world as we know it? Thinking of how old the ground we step on is, no one really thinks of why it would end while a race such as the humans inhabits it. Why would it end just for use while it's lasted billions of years without us? Billions, it could be even older! Yet people still throw harsh words, about how we will all die tomorrow. Or in a couple of years. Yet the days pass and all continues on. Just another freak.

She sighed as she walked along the streets. Since she had started walking alone she had starting carrying a knife, maybe not a gun but her best means of fighting back to someone who tried to take advantage of an unsuspecting kid. All was calm... God, the silence was now crushing her. The streets should not be so quiet! She ran a hand through her hair in aggravation. Life was starting to get annoying.

[Dante]

Would he ever get away? Escape the stares that he hadn’t noticed before, the whispers when they thought he wasn’t looking, the snickering comments when one first took him in. How could he have been so blind to it before? Everything he had once thought to be true had shattered a few days ago, and now silence was the only comfort, the only way to stay sane. Well, as sane as he ever would be. If you could call this state of mind sane; he had something that was like an alter ego, but at the same time not. Something so deadly that he hated being out in public, not for fear of what he was going to become, but for fear of what he could do to someone else. He didn’t want to be a murderer of the innocents, and that was exactly the reason he was out here on the cold day, alone in the streets, streets that so few dared to walk in fear of those who might attack them; fear of the beggars and poor. It was saddening, watching people cringe back from them as though they were nothing but a disease; a look he knew all too well about, one he had gotten nearly all of his life from nearly everyone.

Monster. Abomination. Worthless.
Words oh so true, they ran through his head, darting in and out through his thoughts, as he gazed down at his wrist, bracelet clicking slightly. He was nothing less than those things, and he would never be anything else. Cursed with the cat, a secret he was sworn to keep, and half sibling to the god Akito, not to mention child of two crazy evil parents, it seemed as though there was no hope for Dante. Solitude was his only company that he really kept, though many had tried to make friends with him. It was easier if they just kept away; his secrets were secrets for a reason, for one to learn them, it would just make him branded yet another word. Freak, maybe, among the rest, another one that described him so well, now that he thought about it. And they all called Akito a monster, he could laugh about that. What could she do really? She didn’t turn into something hideous and disgusting, didn’t have an insane serial killer side. Anyone compared to him could be called normal, if they knew just some of his secrets.

One walking alone on the streets was one asking for a death wish, or so they said. Could he really be classified as alone though? Aside from Inferno though, Dante carried with him his knife, a weapon of perfection he always had thought, you couldn’t run out of ammunition with a knife, as well as his lighter. He didn’t smoke, he disliked those who did, but it was a handy tool to entertain a crowd, or maybe light someone on fire. The flames has always been a friend of Dante’s, one of the very few that he had always had, even in the past of the past, something that he never had been able to remember. With every attempt, the pain of his attacks seemed to get worse, and the mind wall wasn’t even showing signs of going down. He had quit doing that after figuring out what he was, if not who. He had a goal right now, something that kept him alive; he had to protect Akito from D’Noir and Ren, even if it cost him his own life, something that didn’t bother him none too much. He didn’t have anything to lose, nothing to worry about aside from his half sister.

Maybe it was because she too was alone on the streets; a rare enough occurrence, that Dante didn’t just observe and leave. Although he was in his own self hatred, it didn’t mean he needed to be thought a serial killer, a title that he had no desire to gain. Or maybe the fact that she looked young, thought not defenseless. To the experienced eye, her knife was obvious, though to anyone without practice and dedication it would have been hidden; the exact reason Dante wore loose sweatshirts, there was very rarely a bump to indicate anything lethal. Schools really didn’t like their students carrying knives, although he spent most of his time at the college these days; high school students tended to annoy him. But it was always said that he needed to talk to more people; and someone with a knife that looked as though she could handle, might be someone worth talking too, someone not full of just hot air. Wind blowing his red streaked hair into his pale face, Dante’s dark red eyes watched the girl for a moment, before he gave the equivalent of a mental shrug, and crossed the street, long strides easily keeping up with her, though he said nothing at first.

”What do you carry?”
Dante said quietly, gesturing toward the faint bump in her clothes, such a great ice breaker. He wasn’t known for his conversational skills though, but he had pulled his sweatshirt a bit tighter; she would be able to see his faint bump, nearly identical to hers, and hopefully know that he wasn’t a threat. Some part of his mind wondered how he knew it was she; but the other reminded him that he had lived with Akito since he could remember, he knew when someone looked like something they weren’t. He moved with the grace of a predator, steps nearly silent on the icy pavement, gaze sweeping around as though he was looking for something, or someone that was a threat. But at the same time, he carried a loose posture, one without tension to reveal how ready he was to spring up and attack the first threat.
”Forgive my manners. I’m Dante Sohma.”
He said quietly, after a moment of pause. He should have started with his name first; real smart of him. Oh well, too late to do anything about that.

[Heh. Hope you can do something with that.]

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Anthony was hardly ever caught off guard. So she easily noticed the way the... A moment to ponder whether 'man' or 'boy' would be the correct term. Or did it really matter? Surely not, since she was only thinking to herself, it wasn't like another was going to hear her thoughts. If someone did they may be rather twitchy for a while. The randomness and blank bits of her mind. How she could easily go from speaking of the stupidity of human kind, notice a bakery and think 'oh, bagels!' But this didn't make her stupid. Well, so she thought. Since no one really knows anything, who is to say who's stupid and who is not? Certainly not her, certainly not those who find themselves so superior to others.

Hardly satisfied with how she was now distracted from her initial thoughts she let her mind wonder back to the... Male, whom walked her way. Odd how he did so, normally people chose to leave her alone and discuss her oddities amongst themselves and there 'friends'. She didn't realize that her knife showed the slight bulge in her clothing. Though concealed from others, maybe he'd noticed? Well, it really didn't make much of a difference, did it? Whether he noticed or not?

He did.

Once he spoke, she thought for a moment, a way to answer. Then he relayed his name to her. Now that was easy to answer, even for the girl who chose rather to keep to herself, rather then bring herself out, like many others would do.
"Anthony Gray." She replied with her name. As for the questioning of her weapon, she did notice his as well. Though he didn't reveal it with a threatening... Look? No, that didn't seem right. Considering murderers easily looked like everyone else. Maybe it was these thoughts that kept her from the mainstream of society. The thoughts that one of the people around her could decide she looked like an ideal victim.

"Is it always good to reveal your weapon to someone you don't know?" She asked, not in a scathing way, neither sarcastic. It really didn't have much of a tone, the way she replied. Pondering his last name though, she knew of a few Sohma's. A rather large family, seemingly odd, but with her way of thinking, that didn't really bother her, or cause her to judge. She was probably just as 'odd' to them.

[Likewise. ^^' My reply is kinda suckish. xP]

[Dante]

“Pleasure to meet you, Anthony,” Dante said quietly, after a moment. The name was familiar to him, it was amazing what you learned when ones thought you weren’t listen, or they just didn’t care if you heard or not. It took him a moment sort through all his information, but once he did, it came with a slight clarity; she was someone who was talked about a lot. Considered ‘odd’ even, something that he had simply shook his head at. What was normal? Was there even a definition to it? Some thought themselves to be normal, but how could one be normal if there was no definition to the word? Besides, those who were ‘normal’ he found to be rather boring, they had no real personality. For a while, the two only walked in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. It was an odd picture that was for sure. Dante was rather tall, and matched with his pale skin and red eyes, one could easily think of him as dangerous, an illusion that he chose not to dispel. If one was thought to be dangerous, one was most often left alone, or looked at in something that could resemble fear, amusingly enough.

”Only a fool reveals all their weapons.” Dante said with a shrug, neither confirming nor denying the statement. It did imply though, that what he had showed her was not all he had, though at the same time, it could have been nothing more than a simple statement. As the silence stretched out though, the conversation seemed to die slightly, just as every other one he had ever attempted tended to die out. Maybe he should just stop, after all, he had already agreed to the fact that silence could be a weapon all on its own. These days though, silence wasn’t always a friend maybe that was why he had been attempting a conversation. The voices in his head were not friendly; they never had been. And although his other was silent today, that couldn’t be trusted, though he was probably bored with this whole thing, being social only when he wanted to kill you. Something that was great to draw on; if you wanted to kill someone. And although the idea wasn’t the most…civilized he supposed, it wasn’t one that he cringed from. After all, he was going to kill his father and probably Ren as well someday.

Alas though, as the silence passed, it seemed as though there was nothing he could say, each lost in their own private bubble of thoughts. Knowing how many Sohmas there were, she probably had recognized the name, but he didn’t want to use D’Noir’s last name; he wouldn’t give the insane man that satisfaction. But was he giving Ren satisfaction, a sense of ownership over him, by using the last name of Sohma? Maybe he should just stop using last names as it was, they were nothing but a hassle all the same, something that he really didn’t need. It was sort of shocking still, to see that he hadn’t been just dropped to earth when he was sixteen, the day his memory had been blocked. A touch of guilt flickered to life though, as he thought of what he had done; but it seemed to have served a purpose, though he was willing to bet that the black scorch marks were always going to be there, ingrained into the makeup of the house. It seemed to have served its own means though; Ren wouldn’t know that his blocks had been broken because he couldn’t go back to the main house, not unless he wanted everyone to know what had happened.

Conversation lull, he noted once more, though he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. Maybe Gray would come up with something; he had heard that she disliked her real name since it made one think of a guy rather than a girl. Maybe he could work with that.
”Would you prefer if I call you Gray?” Dante said with a shrug, as though it didn’t bother him whatever he called her. And it really didn’t, a name as a name, just some had preferences for some, and others didn’t.
[Fail. xD]

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"Likewise?" She wasn't much on manners. But who needed manners when you hardly spoke to anyone less you were fighting them? Even then it was hardly more then a couple words. Though she had gotten to a point of numbness. So it had been a while since she had actually attacked someone. It may bother her later what they said, but the initial moment brought no familiar surge of aggravation. Yet, she couldn't be sure if she was better off this way, or not. Having lost everyone around her, she felt it was. As far as she knew, she could have become a mental wreck, that is, if the emotion hadn't been replace with that foggy blase feeling.

It was interesting, how it wasn't much different walking with this person then walking alone. Since he was quiet as well. Not that this bothered her. Though she felt maybe she should attempt to be more social. But even answering the questions about the weapons was being social enough for her. From many view points she may seem rather anti-social, well, in a way she was. But she could also have her moment of... Well, simply where she was more social. Though a lot of the view points she disagreed with on all bases. So they didn't matter to her much at all. Besides, as far as she was concerned she could easily hold company of her own, while practicing. While guns could run empty and aim can be faulty, a knife or sword is a deadlier extension of ones self. Rarely could you miss at least putting a scratch on your opponent.

The comment of the fools revealing all their weapons. Well, so she wasn't a fool. That was nice to know. Though she'd chosen not to comment on this, for she really did not have anything to say. Although, this would make him a fool, of course, only if the knife was his only weapon. Which from how he spoke just then, it was not. So wasn't he revealing having more then the one he appeared to have? Unless he counted on her thinking it was only a simple comment. She had the thought of her simply reading too much into the comment. Leaving it at that, and that she would start carrying more then her knife, since that seemed a rather better thing to do now. Despite the fact that it wasn't the amount of weapons you held, it was how you held them. But it would be nice to have the element of surprise, and an extra if one was taken.

This next question she had to think about for a moment. Names were becoming simple labels. Though she couldn't help but be bothered by Ann and the fact that her mother was young and stupid, therefore she gave her girl child a name for a boy. Maybe it was a rather... Sentimental thing? That didn't seem quite right though. Could be fueled by her aggravation towards her mother for leaving her. That seemed likely enough. Since that aggravation was something that had yet to leave her.
"So long as you do not call me Ann, I am fine with it." She replied.

[If yours is Fail then mine is an Uber Fail. XD]