The Art of Breaking (Open)

[schizoswitch]

What do you do when you just can't take it anymore? Do you run for help? Try to hide, to find a release... An escape? What if, no matter what you do, you can't find that one thing that will set you free? Then what? Isadora clenched her nimble hands into tight fists, her right one nearly snapping the pencil it held clean in two as her muscles tightened. The girl was trying so, so hard to be normal right now, to just spend one hour without breaking down or running away to some secluded corner and curling in on herself. Obviously, she wasn't doing too well. It wasn't fair, all she wanted was a day to herself. That was all! "Oh, but Isa..." a menacing voice drifted into the nymph's thoughts, pushing past her mental barrier and twining itself into her mind. "You know you like us... We keep you company." The girl visibly tensed further as the voice continued on. She never had specific voices, they all sounded the same to her. But the things they said always varied, always made them distinct to what seemed to be just a single entity that belonged to each. This one was the one that liked to play with her emotions. It made her sick. "Shhh... Please, stop." The words came from the girl's mouth in nearly inaudible whimpers, an anguished expression coming over her pretty face as she dropped her pencil and lifted her hands to place them over her ears. Of course, this never worked to keep the voices away, but it was a reflexive habit by now.

"Don't talk, don't talk, shh..." she muttered quietly, her words coming out in a flurried rush as one of hands clenched in her hair. She knew what was coming. "But dear, dear Isadora... We love you! We just want to have a little chat is all!" Isa's face drained of color. Chats were never good, not at all. "I-I don't wan-" Her words were cut off by her own mind as the "voices" started up again. "Listen, b*tch, we're not here to waste our time. Maybe you should just go die in a ditch or something, you're nothing but a pathetic creature anyways. Or maybe you should slit your wrists, or tie a noose around your neck. Something clean, fast, easy. How does that sound?"

[/color] The girl moaned beneath her breath, her eyes squeezed shut as her other hand joined the first in scrunching her hair. It sounded horrible. But, at the same time, it wasn't absolutely appalling... A little tempting, even... "No! Don't listen to that nonsense. You should just go and do that to someone else, silly."[/color][/i] Isa's eyes shot open and she scoured the surrounding area. The park was mostly dead, with the exception of a few random people here and there. They would be easy enough to take out... To shut the voices up if even for a minute... But no, that was wrong. Even as a naturally dark being she knew the distinction between right and wrong.

The "new" voice grumbled in impatience and snapped, the poor brunette flinching in reaction to the harshness of her very own mind. "Just go do something already! You know how easily bored I get. Amuse me, or else I'll amuse myself, you disgusting rat." Isa grimaced and looked around again. She wasn't going to kill someone. Or injure them. She was just going to have to take the onslaught of hateful words that were sure to spew out from the voice soon enough, and that was that. It was so difficult though, sitting there trying to not break and lash out at everything and anything. Oh yeah, the thing was, Isa wasn't somewhere where she alone. She was sitting in the park, enjoying the cloudy day and having earlier decided to sketch a little. The cold didn't bother her, and honestly, she liked the peacefulness of the quiet winter atmosphere. Or, at least, it would've been quiet and peaceful if the voices weren't raging away in her mind. The brunette straightened herself out with some difficulty and glanced around, feeling her anxiety begin to peak as she saw some people looking at her. Were they thinking about coming over here? Were they going to hurt her, were they planning to kill her? Poison her, maybe? Isa's heart rate sky-rocketed and she stared down into her lap with frightened eyes, her right leg bouncing up and down endlessly as she tried to take in some deep breaths. She had to collect herself. Just ignore the voices, ignore the people, ignore the world, the voices, the people... Why was it always so hard?[/size][/blockquote]

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The black clothed figure moved through the shadows. It was Alessandra Ricardo. The daughter of two powerful nymphs. Her father a half nymph and half fairy being. That was over two thousand years ago now. She was powerful. Many would say she was power hungry but that was a complete and utter lie. Her parents mixing their blood as they did produced very powerful children and Alessandra always knew she was special. Appearing as normal as any other person roaming the earth she never felt out of place. She must admit though she had seen many things over the years. She was around even before Columbus set sail. For years they lived their lives in the shadows only coming out when necessary. She didn't like this existence. Why should they bow and cower? They were the powerful ones yet they let the humans rule over them. She never liked this existence. To be thought of as things existing only in fantasy and never reality her great-great grandfather changed this terrible existence.

The families that were her father and mothers clans joined together. They were powerful united as one. Some nymphs liked this and joined the alliance while others were against it. A war erupted and an all out war consumed this race concentrated within the European continent. A council was soon formed headed by and still ruled over by Alessandra's great-great grandfather. To say this was the same everywhere else in the world would be an outright lie. She didn't know how this went over in the new world with the exception of present day Brazil where she spent most of her modern life. Her father revamping the black market and building their families wealth. It was now her turn to take over the throne.

She would make her family proud that was for sure. Her father was devastated by the death of her older brother. She felt this pain too. Perhaps that was the source of her rage? She wasn't sure...It was not as if she had an utterly terrible childhood, or what one would consider a childhood. Ruthless was her take on getting things to go forward. Living in a world that was dominated by men she always felt she had to prove herself. She didn't want to use her looks to make changes but sometimes it came in handy. She would seduce those pathetic sex crazed human men and then kill them, taking over their territory in the process.

The heavy steel gray winter clouds grew darker as if they themselves could detect the ominous presence approaching. The wind seemed to sing a song of the coming over a formidable force. The wind and shadows carried the song of Alessandra. Her power could be felt by the powerful supernaturals nearby. Any nymphs in the surrounding area would definitely know she was there. The cold winter wind picked up unexpectedly within the park and blew to nearly gale force for a few seconds. A small tornado touched down and there in all her glory stood Alessandra.

The humans who were in the area seemed to have scattered about. Smirking to herself as she stood surveying the area and took notice of the area. She was in a park and felt the pull of one of her own kind. She walked quickly to the bench where the girl sat. She spoke in a seductive voice naturally. It would definitely soothe whomever she spoke to. She said to the girl, her Brazilian accent evident,
"You really shouldn't broadcast your thoughts so loudly...Some might think you're going crazy..." She slithered back into the shadows and walked around the girl, she would be invisible to anyone else who stood looking in the direction of the park bench. The unknown girl would definitely be able to see her as long as she used her powers to do so. Alessandra continued to speak, almost in a taunting fashion, "Who are you?"She cooed, "What are you doing here? The park of all places? You're letting these mere mortals frighten you? You rule them...Not the other way around..." The last part was said in almost a low hiss. Being a very prideful being Alessandra didn't like the nervousness that was being broadcasted by the girls own thoughts which seemed to betray her...