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[20 Aug 2005|09:55pm] |
He's been gone awhile--it seems to be his permanent state of being.
He's in their room now, looking for Penny.
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| Letter to Penny |
[17 Feb 2005|05:35pm] |
Dear Penny,
It's fucking terrible here. It is hot and moist and there are these fucking bugs everywhere.
The rebels are planning a strike against the government here, but I don't know if they can hold together (no thanks to me).
Well, one of the rebels is walking over and I have to talk him out of killing their leader for at least a few more days. More damage that way, you see.
Eternally,
Ares
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[13 Feb 2005|03:33pm] |
*He sat up watching her sleep again. He liked just to watch her do human things. Things like sleeping and breathing. He walks out on to the balcony and smokes a cigarette, looking down at the people still by the lake. He knows he will miss her, but he has to go. It's what he is. He can feel it it building and he needs to be there to tip it over the edge.
He stands for a few minutes longer, finishing his cigarette. He goes back inside and dresses and leaves a note on the pillow next to her sleeping head. He kisses her soft lips gently and she stirs a little. And then he walks out the door.*
( Dear Penny )
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[30 Jan 2005|10:56pm] |
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*He watches her, just lying there on her stomach. He loves her. Everything about her. Everything. He doesn't want to hurt her, but it's his nature. He is war and pain and death. What else can he do for her. She makes him happy, happier than he has been in a long time. He kisses her naked back and she stirs a little, but doesn't wake. He brushes hair out of her sleeping eyes and kisses her cheek. She makes a small pleasurable noise and smiles in her sleep. He smiles. he loves her. But will this work? He hopes so.*
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[29 Jan 2005|10:37am] |
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*Getting caught in a fight you've created is never a good thing. They had been shooting and clubbing each other until a few of them noticed him, standing there in his suit. They came at him, swinging and firing. The bullets hit him and simply absorbed into his skin. It's hard to hurt someone with their own creations.
He twisted the first guys neck clean off. The others stared on in horror, but they didn't stop. The one with the bat with the nails in it swung at his head. It connected and the bat shattered. This didn't hurt, but it didn't make him happy. He threw the guy who ended up landing on a re-bar in the construction area about fifty feet away.
The last one ran, wisely, away.
Ares wasn't out of breath or in pain, but something was wrong.
He looks at the blood on his hands and the headless body at his feet.
It's been hundreds of years since he's had to kill with his own hands.
He needs a drink*
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[27 Dec 2004|08:13pm] |
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*Tracking down the Rolling Stones is not easy, even if you are a god. It's even harder on Christmas Ever when they are all scattered about. It took him 4 fucking hours but he did it. he wrapped the two items beautifully in glossy red wrapping paper and attached a note:
Penny,
I'm so sorry I have been away for so long, but troubles at home and with work have prevented me from coming in to see you. I think about you all the time and hope you are doing alright. I will be in as soon as I can. I hope you enjoy the gifts enclosed and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.
Your Always Caring God of War,
Ares
P.S. - Is the turtle giving you anymore shit?
He puts the wrapped presents into another box, seals it, and gives it to Hermes to discreetly deliver.*
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[06 Dec 2004|08:21pm] |
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*The water swirling around his feet was pink. It had been much redder a moment ago, but now it was simply pink. He reached his hand to the back of his head, it still stung. Fuck. She is petite but she is fucking strong. She made him bleed. He hadn't seen his blood in thousands of years. He turned off the shower and stepped out, a bit dizzy from the head trauma. Grabbing his towel from the rack, he wraps himself and goes and lays on his bed that is too big on his sheets that are too soft. He falls asleep.*
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*He spent the next couple of days simply wandering places, starting small fights wherever he went. It was so easy to do, especially during the holiday season. Two women started yelling, which was quickly followed by hair-pulling and nail-digging, over a child's toy. It made him feel better. But not much. He needs a drink*
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[02 Nov 2004|07:42pm] |
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*Ares and Penny, no longer in costume, enter Ares' room. It is large and lavish, lots of red everywhere. He kisses her neck and they move through the room, discarding pieces of clothing*
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