Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted]

Subject: Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted] Sun Aug 24, 2008 10:27 am

Hero [MarshmallowxCorrupted]

When The Writer Meets The Written? What Will They Learn About Each Other?

What Trials Will They Face? Will They Survive Or Perish?

Only Time Will Tell. Only The Book That Holds The Hero Must Be Left.

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'The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else.'
Umberto Eco (1932 - ), Travels in Hyperreality (Harcourt)

Subject: Re: Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted] Sun Aug 24, 2008 10:56 am

'What more is there to know? Not much at all. Not much at all.'

Wasn't that what he said after handing the book to the bewildered yet starry eyed boy. His shortly curled black hair seemed to block his view of the shadowed man. Nothing about his features, but the large hat that he wore seemed to click with his mind as he held the book in his grip. The front cover looked like it was about to peel completely off, a few areas that looked like they had been carved into the front- showing white under the black and green bindings that held it.

'Whatever you write will come true once placed in that book'

Snapping back to the man as he repeated the same words again, he shook his head. Ah yes, that was something oh so heavenly to him. Though being shaken out of his spacey dream world made a frown crease against his lips before it was whipped away. "Really? Truly? This is no lie?" he spoke, eyes wide towards the man as he tipped his hat. The sunny rays behind him seemed to barely illuminate his features, only giving a blunt outline to the man's full form. This form didn't seem to fully register with him, but he shook it off like morning dew as the man took a step back.

'I must be off. There is much to do. Enjoy' his last words rung in James ears as he glanced down then up to look at the man, but he was gone. Somewhat shaken by his quick disappearance he swiftly hugged the book to his chest. What more could he do, but wish for such a lovely thing? A book that would give him his desires! Just what he could have ever wanted as he rushed home. Head pounding with the perfect individual he had been recently obsessed with. Ah yes, he was of his own creation a being whom he quite enjoyed no matter what the circumstances where as he wrote about him.

A perfect man in his own eyes, though perfection in the eyes of an imperfect human always ended up as a tragic story. The moment he hit home he started to write about him, taking down every detail that he could remember about his 'beloved' that he could muster. Pen never stopping as he wrote clearly through the full book, holding it close to his chest once the novel had been finished. It had not taken him a day to completely this book, yet a week- something he was even shocked by. He had kept counting the pages to the end of the hard covered object of his affection, but it seemed every time he closed it from a full nights work and slept. The next morning he discovered that the book itself had more pages. It puzzled him, but he shook it off- ever writing until the full book from cover to cover was filled.

Shaking with excitement he held onto the book the day he finished it. Keeping it close as he waited for his dreams to become reality. Though nothing seemed to happen, his happiness wearing down as the time ticked away and his mind seemed to drift to other things. Slowly he placed the book down, going after a new writing as he heaved a silent sigh of regret. Had what he written become nothing in the end, but words and ink on the page? He mulled it over then swiftly placed the book under his bed, unable to come to terms with it. Instead he started to write another novel, one that took him well into the night where he fell asleep at his desk. Waking with a start in the middle of the night as he transfered over to his bed rather late.

He slept on for a few hours, unable to have a good nights sleep as he turned and tossed in his bed. His regret and sorrow still filling him. The book didn't work. That was as simple as it seemed to him- he had been tricked by some shadowy man and now here he was without his love.

Huffing slightly as the sun brought its hot beams across his face, he turned- slowly rising despite how much his body ached. The moment he was up, he pulled the book from under his bed out. Staring at its cover for a second before doing a double take. "What?" he spoke out confused as he ran his fingers over the cover. The black cover had peeled back a bit near the top of it, revealing one clear word. 'hero'. He hadn't seen that there before, he had only seen the peeling from the covers- it made him wonder. "Hero?" he spoke it aloud, well in his eyes- this man was a hero for him, but much more. What would become of this? He wondered, eyes tracing the word with his fingers.

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Note: I made it as a male, since I'm used to that, but Marsh is indeed playing a girl. Just so no one gets messed up. Thank you for your time.

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♥ The Writer; James

Subject: Re: Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted] Sun Aug 24, 2008 7:48 pm

As if her life was an on going purgatory, she felt nothing, saw nothing, tasted, or any other sense. How could she? She was not alive. Merely words on a page written with a searing passion for herself. Floating in an abyss of nothingness, the character that wasn't anything but words sighed, spoke and smiled. As beautiful as she was, she was perfectly flawed, but only in words. As she was nothing else!

"Hero?"

Like someone who'd seen the light were shocked back to life, a wild gasp sounded from the purgatory of James' pages. The gasp changed to panting, a light shone, blinding even the fictional character yet to come alive. The white pages, covered from side to side in perfect calligraphy almost, began to tear. The bind of the papers tore completely in the middle, the ends stayed connected, a the gasp that had been inaudible to the real world was now heard. The book tore itself from James' hands, flinging itself to the opposite wall, smacking it hard, resounding before falling, open to the first page. The tear in the center was letting black ink leak into the pages.

No wind was present in the room, yet the pages flipped erraticlly. There was a loud bang, as if someone shot a gun in the room, a flash of like that could have been described as lightening, most simply.

When the echo from the shot ended, and the light faded out, there was a form standing over the book.

The being was short, not even close to being five and a half feet tall. Perfect, flawless, un-scarred ivory skin glistened in the lighting of the room, bright baby blue eyes shone, confusion and fright lining the wide orbs. Thick blond lashes connected as it blinked, wildly. Knee's trembled and small hands covered full pouty lips, elbow length strawberry blond hair hung loosely from a pony tail at the base of the girl's neck. A full body tremble made the chest of the being quiver, obviously, it was female. Her waist was concave, her her hips nice and rounded. Looking scared, the girl looked around the room she was in, twice letting her eyes pass over James. Then, on the second time she realized he was there, she shrieked in fright and jumped back, her back hit the wall. The light fixture quivered, and the girl toppled over onto her rump.

"Don't hurt me!" Were the first things to leave the beautiful lips of the gorgeous girl curled on the floor. Her voice was soprano, a chime, so lyrical and wondrous many should wonder how the wind chimes fit in her throat. She swallowed hard, and stared up at James, for a long while. No longer speaking, almost gaping at him. As if he were the most wondrous thing she'd ever seen, almost transfixed on him. Like a child to a shiny object, the female reached out, her fingers trembled. "W-who are you..?" Her voice was still so musical, but the quiver made it so gentle.

Brushing long bangs from beautiful eyes, the girl moved to her knees, and bowed her head, her spine protruded from her skin, as she was, fairly thin. Though, it wasn't disgusting or repulsive, as it wasn't too obvious. She looked up and offered the writer a small smile. "I'm... Emily.."

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Sorry for it being so short, not much I can do with this. ^^;
I tried. <3

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♥ The Written; Emily.

Subject: Re: Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted] Mon Aug 25, 2008 10:35 am

That had been enough to make him jump, which indeed he did the moment the book had flown against the wall. Sounds erupting like he was watching a full blown volcano erupt in his room, he shook- scared from what was resounding around him. With the bang he had been about ready to jump under his bed and stay there for a while with a few other books he had tossed under there, but in mid way to his bed- he turned. The blinding light making it hard for his eyes to focus. Curiosity caught him more than anything else as he pressed his hands into the bed, looking over it towards the wall as a female appeared. His eyes widened taking in every bit of her form yes yes. This had been exactly hat he wrote about, his pupils drew towards her stuck in amazement as she spoke- to him! His eyes closed slightly at the shriek she gave when finally registering that he was here, her body plastering itself against the wall in an attempt to flee him. What was this? He didn't even know as he slowly stood up, brushing his body off casually as if this was the sort of thing to happen every day of his life.

Within seconds she was curled against the floor, crying towards him in a manner that he was some sort of demon predator ready to stab her lights out in the next second. On the contrary the only thing worthwhile as a weapon he owned was his books; so it was safe to say he was about as harmless as a fly, if not more so. Quickly he became her object of affection- her eyes refusing to leave his form as her jaw seemed to slide down a few inches, exposing her teeth and what was also seen from her mouth cavity. Slowly she spoke again, asking whom he might be. Well yes he hadn't introduced himself in the book as a character, simply as a fleeting thought. More like a myth of a boy whom had the ability that whatever he wrote came true- the thought had lingered in his mind horribly as he had waited. Simply hoping to see it become reality. Now it was.

"James... my name is James." he said, not knowing what else to say at this point. Stating it as if he had to reminded himself exactly whom he was as well, maybe the initial shock of seeing your work literally come to life was getting to him, not that he was going to complain. The girl he had always dreamed of, was right here. In front of him even! He felt like pinching himself, which he swiftly did- squeaking out a weak 'ow' from the pressure he had applied. The sudden bow caught him off guard, but he didn't show it as he smiled at her happily. There was no other way around it, she was exactly what he had always wanted. "Hello Emily" he smiled on the verge of jumping her with a soft hug. Though he'd hold back for a little longer as he watched her. Taking in everything about her.

She was indeed a 'hero' in his eyes, so wouldn't that mean there would be a villain? It made sense, but he hadn't written any strong enemies for her to fight or conquer. In the contrary he had made her perfect in his eyes aside from the fact that she was a rather good fighter- he had only put that in due to the boys around the neighbor hood that picked on him. The question slept at the back of his mind, tugging at his conscious begging for more attention. Though how would she know? She wouldn't be able to understand that she had an enemy like that? Would she? Or did she already know more about her own fate than her writer did?

♥ The Writer; James

Subject: Re: Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted] Mon Aug 25, 2008 10:57 am

Quickly being pulled from her state of shock she shook her head a few times, snapping her jaw shut, looking up at him again. Her eyes were gazing into his, her smile was timid and very shy looking. Her thin arms were strangely muscled, her hands were callused and worn from carrying weapons, but still as smooth as a baby's rear. The hands pushed off the ground, and the girl stood back up, her body was bare (for reasons she didn't understand), thick strands of hair fell over her body, covering certain areas. "James.." She repeated his name, mulling it over, rolling it around in her mouth, as if it were an expensive wine she was tasting.

The woman was more then confused at her surrounding. She reached the hands out to the sides, touching the walls, caressing them with the tips of her long fingers, fallowing the wall on almost silent feet. She stalked over towards his bed, touching the sides of things, confusion in her brow, feeling the textures, admiring them as if they were magical and dangerous. Her hands fleeted to his end table, touching a lamp shade and then going along his bed. Emily's eyes were now focusing on every little detail of his room, not really registering where he stood in the room.

As she walked around the bed, her nude body brushed his and she jumped, not having remembered he was there. She skipped back a step or two, her face turning pink. "G-greetings, James. May I... inquire where I am?" Her voice was slightly accented when she spoke. Emily felt lost, in a strange realm, strange looking homes, strange colored walls, all of it. She couldn't remember anything from her past. Everything she remembered was blurry, fighting, triumph and pain. And then, a flash of light so bright it burnt her eyes only re-picturing it, a clap of noise so loud her eyes rang, and then, this brightly colored room, decorated strangely.

Then, someone so familiar, but so foreign in the same sense. "James," she repeated his name, liking how it sounded coming from her perfect lips, "Do I know you?" It was an honest question, lingering thoughts of his name, his voice and his face, but all blurry, like the rest of her thoughts. Emily was confused and slightly upset at her lack of memory. Worse part of it all, was Emily couldn't even remember much about herself, all she knew was her name, her occupation and skills. She glanced to her hands, a fading thought of leather covering the pale digits, the hilt of a blade in her grasp, and blood covering her forearms, it felt so normal but so far away. A small sigh escaped the girls lips.

♥ The Written; Emily.

Subject: Re: Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted] Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:33 am

His eyes watched as she took in every texture that her body could come in contact with, moving from one area to another under she stumbled upon him again. He yelped, mind fixated on her- simply wondering why she wasn't even clothed. He'd fix that once she was done going around his room like a group sent on search warrant. Checking every single place they could find, fingers tracing all that was before them- minds reeling. The blush on her lips drew him in more as she asked where exactly she was. "You're in my room... on Earth" what more could he really say? Ah yes the town, but for some reason he saw no point in telling her that. She wouldn't know, would she? Watching her it seemed like she was focusing on him rather acutely as her sense became more tuned to the world around. Not that there was much here for her to hear or see, just a bit of clutter and silence. That was a start though.

"Yes?" he answered softly as she spoke him name, eyes on her as she asked aloud if she knew him. "Possibly though I doubt it..." he spoke, almost completely forgetting that he had written himself in. After a moment his hand was on his face as he eyed her. "Actually you do..." he spoke seeing as she sighed out of discontent on her part. She longed for her world- he supposed as he turned and swiftly went to a wardrobe. Pulling out pants and a shirt for her to wear. "Here I don't have much else you can wear..." he spoke. Even with having a younger sister, he supposed that her clothing wouldn't even give Emily a fair appeal at all- probably only becoming shorts when they where truly pants for someone half her size.

After a moments pause he whipped around, picking up the book and pressing it against his chest. This seemingly thoughtless pose was how he was described in the book- 'a man engrossed in his books, always beside or holding one close, whom writing became reality' with a slight sigh himself he came up to her. Eyes looking at her softly much like the picture they showed of him in the book. "You have met me before... well more like heard of me..." he said, fingers holding the book tightly until he brought it down so he himself could see what had happened to it. Ink ran against his shirt, but he ignored that as he flipped the bent and torn pages. No, he didn't want anything to happen to the book. He didn't know why as he felt through its pages, a small slip falling out.

"What the?" he spoke softly as he picked it up. Writing upon the small slip confused him, but for some reason he understood.

You've done it. You've done it. You've brought your hero to life- but how long will this last? Even for book thirteen.

His eyes stayed upon it for a moment before he stuffed it in his pocket, not even attempting to show her it as he looked directly into her eyes. Orbs shining brightly as he cracked a smile. "I suppose you've heard of a writer?" he said softly to her, if she didn't understand whom he was now. Then she hadn't really paid attention to the pictures and myths of him.

♥ The Writer; James

Subject: Re: Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted] Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:58 am

"Earth?" She said, tilting her head, she shook her head, long hair dancing about her body gracefully. "Well, that's a small relief.." She said, with a smile. The books James had written her had been medieval, yet they were placed on Earth. Though, as she looked around, it didn't quite seem to be her same earth. She bit down on her lower lip, and stopped her search, looking a little bit guilty for doing so, twining her fingers behind her back. Her skin crawled and a shock ran up her spine as his hand touched her cheek.

A smile broke out on her face. "I do?" Emily was pleased by that, and so, she didn't sigh again. "I'm glad." She continued, when his fingers left her face, her shoulders slumped ever so slightly. The style of clothing made her head tilt, but she donned them none the less, pulling the pants on, much too loose for her thin legs and slight hips. The shirt fell to mid thigh, and she smiled at him again, a small giggle on her lips. She felt kind of silly. Emily looked at the clutter of his room, eyes focusing on each and every article. The books made her tilt her head more, the letters were nothing she was used to, and she rocked back on heels, staring at them, in an attempt to understand them.

Emily nodded, now he was just trying to confuse her,a pout on her lips, "Do I know you are not?" She laughed very gently, kidding with the man easily. Emily looked at the paper as it slipped, the movement catching her weary looking eyes, being quite keen. "I know what a writer is. They write down religions and theories. Usually monks. They copy the bible, write poems and things of the like." Emily said, very calmly, looking up at him, her brows knotted, he was trying to get at something...

"Are you a writer? Sir James?" She asked, very softly, "Like... from legend? A man whom could create his own, or others destinies?" That was a different kind of writer, not something many spoke about now-of-days, not something she had encountered in her life. Though it could explain why she seemed to live through every little thing thrown her way. Her eyes narrowed at his face, squinting to see his features better. But still she couldn't clearly recognize him. Emily was illiterate. Unable to write or read, pictures held little interest towards her. "Are you the Man of the Myth?"

Questions littered her mind, How? Why? Who..? But she bit her tongue.

♥ The Written; Emily.

Subject: Re: Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted] Wed Aug 27, 2008 9:27 am

Her reaction to things seemed so new that it was starting to get to him slightly. Seeing as she jumped from his slightest touch, he gave a nervous chuckle in response. He didn't want to send her into a fit from all the attention, even though it had barely been anything as she swiftly shifted to a pleased tone. She was glad that she knew him? Well she knew him indirectly, nothing more than that, but it was better than feeling completely alone in a 'new' world, right? Seeing that she was clothed, he smiled happily- she didn't need to run around naked in anyway, though he didn't quite have what she was used to. No swords or leather, nothing oh so familiar to what she used to have when still two dimensional.

He didn't ant to play around with her, but at this point there was no way around it. He was a teenager and with that in mind one could understand he had a few more things working at one time more than his brain and lungs. Any adult would understand that fully as he hugged the book. Mind here and there, what did the paper mean- how did it get there? No one had been in his room, but Emily at this point. All his stacks of messy books and paper were where he could remember they had been previously. Snapping out of it as she spoke, he weakly nodded his head.

Not that he could really do that here, except in this filled book of hers. It had been simply something he had wanted in the pages, now here it was slapping him in the face. "Yes. I am the man of myth. James." he spoke weakly, feeling more like the dead man of myth as he searched the room for some different answer to give her despite already speaking. What more could he do, fingers pressing hard into the book's bind. Unaware that the condition of the book spoke for the condition of the character. The only reason for her being here was the book's own power that had granted her life which meant if the book itself was badly damaged she would be unable to heal and possibly disappear. If the book was destroyed the same fate would be for her. His eyes went to her almost childishly as the words he previously wrote rung in his mind, so if she was book number thirteen--- then there had to be more. Which meant.

His eyes showed a bit of shock as he flipped to the front cover, eying the word 'hero'. Did that mean that she had to save something? Much like he had made her do in the stories he wrote, she was to be the hero. But what was she facing? He was clueless about this as he seemed to freeze after a moment. His ears hurt suddenly. There was nothing he could place on it, just a low pitched sound that was pressing heavily against his eardrums. It made him speak softly in rather confused tone. "What the helll...?" there wasn't much more he could do. Maybe it was something in his room, like a lamp or something that went haywire, but he doubted it somehow.

♥ The Writer; James

Subject: Re: Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted] Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:36 pm

Emily grinned widely at him and bowed her head. "I'm honored." She quite nearly purred. The woman felt weird in the clothing given to her, it hung loosely on her curvaceous body, her hands went to the garb on her and she pulled at the sides, tightening in a little bit. She was a woman, and many woman of her day and age wore dresses with corsets, or peasant dresses with thick leather belts. She attempted to make a connection but gave up. The woman looked back at the book in his arms, curious at most.

What enemies did she have in his world? Many. Those he feared, she'd defend him from, those that wished harm on him, would become harmed. She would be his Hero. Wasn't she already?

The metallic ringing harmed her, and she whimpered, and rubbed her palms against her ears. "W-what is that?" She asked him, startled, looking about once more. Her eyes met with his, and she cracked him yet another smile, yet pained, as the ringing hurt her ear drums. She stepped close to James and spread her arms out infront of him protectively, glancing around for signs of danger, or someone with the aims to hurt him. Emily kept her eyes open, peering in the unkempt room. Her eyes moved back to him as she straightened back up, looking at the book with interest.

If that book was her life force, was someone out to get that book? To destroy her? Or maybe the man or woman who held the book controlled the creation of it? She wondered if he created her, or just shaped the events around her. The thought of being one with a book made her a little upset, no one would sing her name as they did in her world, was her world just fake to these people like James. Mostly, she wondered what their society was like, if fur trading and farming were popular, or how they protected themselves in siege.

♥ The Written; Emily.

Subject: Re: Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted] Thu Aug 28, 2008 10:58 am

It didn't look like they'd be having a happy reunion or anything at this point as the sound grew louder and started to relentlessly fight their eardrums. The window to his room shattering in turn with his computer's monitor. His voice failed to work as the sounds grew stronger, the world outside seeming to stop as the sound grew even stronger. Beating against their forms angrily as if they had attack it in some manner. Then as quickly as it can it stopped, a gust of wind pushing through the window to send the shattered glass at their forms. What was this? He saw this and swiftly tossed his thin blanket before her, using his head to protect them both as the shards dug into the fabric rather than their bodies.

"What was that?" he questioned as he rubbed one of his ears, the waves had been painful against his body, but he had acted nonetheless. Eyes traveling to the window as he barely heard the sound of laughter erupt from behind it. Was this an enemy? Was this a foe that would try to quickly dispose of them? He shook at the thought, quickly seeing what seemed to be a short little boy scamper in. Eyes an electric blue as he pointed directly to the two. "Told you I'd find them Gazel!" he spoke triumphantly as a girl came in behind him, her arms holding a book with a blue bind tightly. The word scrolled on the cover was 'catalyst' in a faded white, that paled in comparison to the word 'hero' on James' book. Swiftly after the boy came a girl, tall with long blond locks- she blinked looking at James then grinned. "You're right... hello there... sorry about the window" she cringed. The little boy eyed her, rubbing head head, he seemed to be mainly blue- hair a deep ocean blue, his attire accenting the rest of his body in a navy blue with a bit of white. Clicking his feet against the ground he shrugged his shoulders. "Found them..." he repeated in a snobby manner before pulling the blanket off the girl. Grinning as he eyed her. He may have been small, but he had a lot to him aside from his size.

♥ The Writer; James

Subject: Re: Hero [Marshmallow-LovexCorrupted] Thu Aug 28, 2008 6:12 pm

Emily saw the sheet as it was thrown over their bodies. Rubbing her ears she shrugged, "I do not know." She looked around the blanket, seeing the small boy she was slightly taken a back, a boy? How was she supposed to fight a little boy? She stepped back when fingers gripped the blanket before her, ripping it out of the way. "Found us..?" She repeated his words, her baby blues looking to the blond girl, blinking again and again. Who where these people what did they want? Emily took a large step out infront of James, her arms still spread protectively infront of him. Gazing up and down the girl again and again, what was her deal? Breaking and entering the boys room. She didn't seem to wish harm upon them, but Emily didn't budge, not until James told her to back down. She was 'Hero.'

She didn't appreciate the way he looked at her, she gave him a growl and leaned towards him, "What are you gazing at, child?" Emily was quite temped to boot the kid who leered at her, she stood straight and cracked her fingers. "What do you wish?" Whispering to James over her shoulder, without moving her lips, speaking through gritted teeth, long strawberry blond hair flicked in the wind that had erupted into the room, papers scattered across his floor, hitting her knees and ankles, Emily swept them away with one hand. The woman looked at the boy, devising a plan of attack quickly, in case. He was quite short, and more then likely fast. She couldn't really leave James open for attack, she'd have to catch the kid, pin him down and get to the woman after, Emily wasn't very successful in her plan making.

♥ The Written; Emily.