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Post by ELEANOR SPRING on Feb 2, 2014 16:32:02 GMT -7
that perfect girl is gone
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TAGGED FOR ANYONE
WORDS: 448 NOTES: Woooo, yeah! LYRICS: Let it Go from Frozen
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The clock on the wall was frozen to the time 2:23, even though Eleanor could tell that the sky outside was bright and colorful with the sunrise. A broken lamp lay in pieces on the floor, the light green ceramic spread across the area like treacherous ice burgs in the ocean, obstacles that she couldn't navigate. Suddenly, Eleanor felt liquid trickling down her right arm and looked to find a long stream of dark red blood falling to the floor. For whatever reason, she felt the purest kind of hatred bubbling up inside her. A hatred for her life, for the City, and most of all for her father. Without even thinking, Eleanor's left arm lashed out around her, connecting with another lamp and knocking it to the floor with a crash. The brunette looked in the mirror, her face tired and dark. Both of her hands were now bleeding and leaving stains everywhere she went. By the window there was a man, tall and strong. He looked familiar, he soothed her anger just by being there. But Ellie had absolutely no idea who he was.
Eleanor Spring sat up straight in bed, screaming and kicking the sheets away. She was cold, covered in a layer of sweat and clammy skin. When she was younger, people would come rushing in when she had a nightmare. Now though, she was too old for that. She couldn't be pampered anymore, no matter how much she sometimes wished she could be. Ellie started taking deep breaths and reaching for the light beside her bed, freezing as she did, wondering if she would find it. What had breaking the lamps, the broken clock, the man... what had any of it meant? Finally, Eleanor grasped the lamp switch and illuminated the room. The time was 3:01 in the morning and the moon shone brightly through the double glass doors that lead onto the balcony. This was the third time Ellie had woken up that week with the same sort of dream.
She sighed deeply and moved her legs to hang over the side of the bed, testing the floor with her left foot. It sent a shiver up her back, but nothing she couldn't handle. She slid off the bed and moved out towards the doors, opening them and exiting onto the balcony. She placed her hands softly on the smooth marble of the balcony fencing, leaning down slightly and looking out on the yard. "Something is different... but everything is the same..." she said to herself. Eleanor couldn't quite place what had changed in her life in the past five years, but something had. Something was off, something was wrong.
Last Edit: Feb 2, 2014 18:45:41 GMT -7 by ELEANOR SPRING
Post by DECLAN W. SPRING on Feb 2, 2014 18:35:24 GMT -7
"You're supposed to be able to handle these things! That's why I put you in charge! Don't let me start to think you're too incompetent to handle your job. That's how people end up in the machine. Now, I trusted you with this, and you're going to get it right or else you're going to find yourself on the wrong side of the jail cell, do you understand me?" The man looked up at Declan with wide eyes, and a satisfied smirk crossed his face. "Now, try it again...poached, not sunny side up." He slammed the plate back on his desk and watched as the man jumped up and grabbed it before scampering from the room like a scared child.
One more victory down, billions accomplished, and about a million more to go. President Spring stood up from the chair behind his desk and straightened his tie. Unfortunately being President of the most successful city, and everything behind the curtain to make sure they stayed in check, was a lot to manage. It led to late nights and early mornings, which made a stressful president and almost doubled the amount of people who go subjected to 'the machine'.
Making his way out of the office, he walked down a long hall. Most everyone was asleep at this hour, among them his daughter - the President's prized possession. However, there were still some members of the house staff that were awake. He made sure the house had an active staff twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. That way things could be getting done in the middle of the night and he would have a team to service him during his late nights.
Passing by his bedroom he opened the door and glanced at the woman lying in his bed clad in lingerie, reading one of the many books he had to offer. "Dec..." Her voice was as smooth as silk and he smiled at her. "Are you coming to bed now? I'm starting to get bored..." Declan merely smirked softly and shook his head at her.
"Not quite yet, love. Sorry. Soon, though. I promise. I need to go check on Ellie and make sure everything's in order. I'm not sure where the papers the first lady are. If I'm lucky I can persuade the courts to presume her dead." A smirk spread across the woman's face and she propped her head up on her hands as she watched him. "Then, my dear, I do believe that leaves the position of First Lady open. After all, what's a king without his queen?" With that he winked and walked back out of the bedroom into the hallway, a smirk playing on his lips. She had no idea that she wasn't the one in control, that this entire time all he was doing was using her to get something else he wanted.
Declan made his way to Eleanor's bedroom and was about to peek in and make sure she was all safe and sound, but when he saw the light flicker on he went ahead and walked in anyway. "Ellie, sweetheart, why are you up this late? I something wrong? Are you feeling ill? I can send for someone for you if you need anything." He stepped in and shut the door. "May I sit down?" He swallowed down the disgust at having to ask his own daughter for permission, that vile little girl. While he cared for her to an extremely small extent, even she was just another means to an end. "You know I love you, right?"
Post by ELEANOR SPRING on Feb 2, 2014 19:03:03 GMT -7
that perfect girl is gone
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TAGGED FOR MAH DADDY
WORDS: 470 NOTES: He's such a jerk pants! And my posts are so much shorter than yours </3 LYRICS: Let it Go from Frozen
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The door closed lighting inside the room and Eleanor turned her head to search in the semi darkness for someone. She quickly located the familiar face of her father, the City president, and sighed with relief. Despite the feelings she had had in her dream, she didn't hate her father. She loved him and she couldn't stand the idea of someone hurting him or committing treason against him. Ellie returned to her bedroom, taking one last look at the moon before closing the balcony doors. Nodding at her father's request, Ellie moved to her bed and sat, watching him sit on the couch in the corner. It always surprised the brunette how polite her father was. He asked permission to sit down in his own house! Declan Spring was certainly fit to govern a great place like the City. "Oh, I'm fine, you don't need to call anyone," she said, hugging her knees to her chest.
Eleanor observed her father for a moment, wondering why he was up. She knew she shouldn't ask, that it was probably something to do with the rebels. His job wasn't something he liked talking with his daughter about, and she had gotten used to that. The rebels were a threat to everything and everyone inside the walls, and it was a scary subject. They had taken Eleanor's mother from her, how could she not be frightened. Sometimes Ellie had to question herself and her belief that her mother was alive somewhere. It had been five years and there was no sign that she was living. And even if she was, the chances of her being free are slim to none. She was either living in the rebel prison cells or she was dead. Did Eleanor's father ever think about her anymore? Ellie liked to believe he loved her more than he loved anything, that he would still love her even after five years. But she honestly wasn't sure.
"I just had a bad dream... again," she said softly, putting her chin on her knees and looking over at her father. He didn't look that tired despite it being 3 in the morning. "It was the same one, again. I broke the lamps and was bleeding all over the place and then I saw that guy..." she said, her muscles tensing as she thought about it. She had told Declan about the dreams before, and he didn't really seem to react at all. Eleanor knew him better though, she could see that he was angry on the inside; angry, upset, and a little worried. But it never seemed he was worried for Ellie, but rather for himself.
""You know I love you, right?" Eleanor tilted her head slightly, confused by his sudden words. She smiled and laughed slightly as she responded. "Of course I do."
Post by DECLAN W. SPRING on Feb 9, 2014 17:29:07 GMT -7
Declan watched his daughter carefully as he moved to perch on the edge of the couch sitting in her room. He'd done his best to provide her with everything he could. Less because he wanted her to be happy and more because it would keep her silent about that one thing - and that in and of itself was mercy.
His eyes shot up to meet hers when she mentioned the bad dream that she had been having for some time now. If this kept up he was going to have to put her back in the machine. President Spring couldn't afford a daughter going rogue. He would give her one more chance with the machine if the memories broke through, after that he just supposed she would have to be killed in a Rebel attack, right along with his previous mistress and her unsuspecting husband. He would have left the rest of her family alone, but her son seemed to start jumping to conclusions, so naturally he had to die fighting for the rights of the City. Fallen in battle. At least he had an honorable death.
Narrowing his eyes, his tongue darted out to wet his lips and he continued watching her carefully. Killing his own daughter was not beyond him, but it wasn't exactly something he would be keen on doing either. After all, as much as he despised the poor idiot girl, she was still a part of him. A part he was ashamed of, but a part nonetheless. At least the machine seemed to have made her more obedient, and obedience to him was always something he could appreciate.
"I don't like this," he said honestly, crossing his legs while keeping a cool exterior. "These dreams keep reoccurring, and I don't like that at all. It could be a suppressed memory or someone messing with your memories. The last thing I want is someone playing with my little girl's beautiful head. I want armed guards around you twenty-four seven. No exceptions. If you want to go and see friends then that's fine, but for right now, don't trust anyone except for me. Don't even trust your guards. Something about this just doesn't seem right."
With a soft smile he stood up and walked over to her, running a hand slowly through her hair. "I'll have security sift through the cameras and make sure nothing suspicious has been happening, okay? If all else fails I'm sure I can make you an appointment to see someone who might be able to help."
"Of course I do."
A smile spread across Declan's face as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Eleanor's forehead. "That's my good girl. You try and get some rest now, okay? If you need anything at all just come knock on my door." Once more, he smiled and ran a hand slowly through her hair. "Goodnight beautiful."