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rainbowfic2015-08-04 03:48 pm
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Cutting Room Floor (tDiaG) Literary Octarine 16
Author: novel_machinist
Story: The Devil is a Gentleman
Theme: Literary / Octarine 16. Real children don't go hoppity-skip unless they are on drugs
Word Count: 402
Summary: Alan meets a creepy child and her likewise creepy sister
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: This is the cutting room floor. Scenes that I wrote originally for this story that just don't fit anymore but will give you guys some insight into the characters and the universe.
"Funny, how she sneaks up on you." A little voice piped up. Alan stopped and looked down at a little girl. Blonde hair was up in long pig-tails and her wide blue eyes were alarmingly lucid and aware for a six year old in a jumper.
"Who?" Alan looked side to side for the girl’s parents and didn’t see anyone. She simply sat on the bench with her feet swinging.
She had a smile that was similar to Kali's, "you know who."
This was unsettling. "No, I do not."
"You'll know. She sneaks up on you, so you can’t see her. Then you’ll feel her breathing down your neck. The next thing you know, you’re dancing with her while the trumpet plays." It sounded a little like a nursery rhyme when said in the singsongy style the child was using. Coming from a strange girl, however, it didn't feel like one.
An older woman spoke up from behind him. "Now, Leliel…" She was graceful almost to a fault. Smoothly the woman walked past Alan and slid up to the bench behind the girl. A pair of thin, delicate hands, gently gripped the girl by the shoulders. A blonde woman leaned forward and brushed her lips with the girl's ear, bending over the back of the bench. "Shush…"
That knowing smile was all the more disturbing now, mirrored on what appeared to be the girl's – Leliel- mother.
"I was just having fun, Ireul." She responded with a hooded glance and a hushed tone.
"Well, leave the good man alone for now." The woman turned and smiled at him, she was entirely striking, so feminine that he could nearly smell it upon her. "He's not one for our game anyway."
That was quite enough for Alan. "I think I had better be going."
Ireul leaned forward more, her long, thick hair poured over her shoulder, "do you have to?"
The answer was yes. "Good day." He turned on heel and walked away quickly. The feeling in his stomach rolled away with his strides, though Alan could feel his cheeks get hot and his pulse move in his ears. There was something odd about those two, and he had a slight urge to stop and mention it to the police officer who was leaning against his patrol car and partially obscuring the six in the numbers on its side.
He didn't, however.
novel_machinistStory: The Devil is a Gentleman
Theme: Literary / Octarine 16. Real children don't go hoppity-skip unless they are on drugs
Word Count: 402
Summary: Alan meets a creepy child and her likewise creepy sister
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: This is the cutting room floor. Scenes that I wrote originally for this story that just don't fit anymore but will give you guys some insight into the characters and the universe.
"Funny, how she sneaks up on you." A little voice piped up. Alan stopped and looked down at a little girl. Blonde hair was up in long pig-tails and her wide blue eyes were alarmingly lucid and aware for a six year old in a jumper.
"Who?" Alan looked side to side for the girl’s parents and didn’t see anyone. She simply sat on the bench with her feet swinging.
She had a smile that was similar to Kali's, "you know who."
This was unsettling. "No, I do not."
"You'll know. She sneaks up on you, so you can’t see her. Then you’ll feel her breathing down your neck. The next thing you know, you’re dancing with her while the trumpet plays." It sounded a little like a nursery rhyme when said in the singsongy style the child was using. Coming from a strange girl, however, it didn't feel like one.
An older woman spoke up from behind him. "Now, Leliel…" She was graceful almost to a fault. Smoothly the woman walked past Alan and slid up to the bench behind the girl. A pair of thin, delicate hands, gently gripped the girl by the shoulders. A blonde woman leaned forward and brushed her lips with the girl's ear, bending over the back of the bench. "Shush…"
That knowing smile was all the more disturbing now, mirrored on what appeared to be the girl's – Leliel- mother.
"I was just having fun, Ireul." She responded with a hooded glance and a hushed tone.
"Well, leave the good man alone for now." The woman turned and smiled at him, she was entirely striking, so feminine that he could nearly smell it upon her. "He's not one for our game anyway."
That was quite enough for Alan. "I think I had better be going."
Ireul leaned forward more, her long, thick hair poured over her shoulder, "do you have to?"
The answer was yes. "Good day." He turned on heel and walked away quickly. The feeling in his stomach rolled away with his strides, though Alan could feel his cheeks get hot and his pulse move in his ears. There was something odd about those two, and he had a slight urge to stop and mention it to the police officer who was leaning against his patrol car and partially obscuring the six in the numbers on its side.
He didn't, however.
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But when the Devil takes an interest, yeah, things get a bit weirder.
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