Visions Rebirthing (1x1 Pocky)

[Calyx]

Another thousand years have passed since Wataru and Mitsuru's journey through Vision. Halnera is growing closer, and panic is ensuing over the people.

This means that two new travelers are coming from EARTH! One the half, the other the victor and one who gets the single wish from the Goddess.

Vision hasn't changed much, still consisting mainly of traditions and hard work.

(BLAH! It's good enough. We've already discussed it.)


Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:

[Calyx]

Name: Anya Laikos
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance: Anya has long dark hair and dark eyes. She has an oval face with a gently sloping nose and full red lips. Her hair is well cut and falls in straight bangs across her eyes. Her eyelashes are thick and dark and send shadows over her high round cheeks. She generally wears a tank-top and jeans with holes in the knees. She wears high black converse, with pink laces.
Personality: Anya is a dark girl, preferring to keep to herself. She doesn't spout her opinion much, so she comes off quite stupid, but she has a knack for figuring things out in tough situations. Her family life is rough, and she likes to escape to the roof to sketch and think. She is creative, but has been raised on the idea that it wasn't well respected and dishonorable, so she only draws in private. Her family is strict, but her parents are too busy fighting to notice her as she slips away.
She is seen as an odd person in the school setting, so doesn't have friends. She eats lunch alone, and plays alone.

[Pockythief]

ooc//how's this?

Name: Evelyn Sancalo (whatever it works -_- )
Gender:Female
Age:14
Appearance: Evlyn has shoulder length light brown hair and blue eyes, her bangs are chin length and pulled to the side out of her face. she wears an old hand me down teeshirt two sizes too big and old jean shorts.
Personality: Evelyn is naieve and tends to be overly optomistic about the worst situations. She lives in currently her fifth foster home, and still hopes to find her real parents. Evelyn loves reading and is quite a good writter but no one will ever read her work so she hides it.

[Calyx]

Anya bent over her book, absorbed, as her hair fell across her shoulders and tumbled onto the pages.
Her eyes drooped, and she blinked furiously, and shook her head a couple times to clear her mind. However, her body still felt heavy with exhaustion, and she could barely keep herself awake.
But it didn't matter. She couldn't go back home. Not now. Not while her parents were fighting.
A yawn managed to break from her jaws, and she slapped a hand over her mouth, attempting in vain to stifle it.

Above her, the moon gleamed wickedly, the light dancing in strands of silver across the rooftops of western England.
A breeze shook the leaves in the trees that surrounded the house, loosening them enough to spring off and spiral jubilantly to the ground.
Anya shivered a bit, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, and flexed her bare toes into the cold metal of the roof.

How long had it been, she wondered, since her parents first started fighting? All her life? or had it been recently, like she was told by those she came into contact with. It had certainly felt like they had been at each others' throats since she was born.

Suddenly, all was silent below her. Anya exhaled a sigh of relief, and slid to the edge of the rood, touching her window sill with her feet outstretched, and started to lower herself down.

"I knew it!"

Anya froze as her father's angry voice bellowed from across the room.
She looked up at him, shock playing out on her face as he stormed to her, grabbing her from her night shirt and yanking her to the ground. She staggered and fell hard, her back hitting against the corner of her desk.

The large man raised his hand above his head and brought it down hard to strike her across the face.

Anya let out a small cry and curled into a tight ball, smelling the burn of alcohol on his breath.
He struck her again, screaming curses and insults, while she cried softly, knowing that trying to crawl away would just make things worse.
She tasted blood on her lip, and closed her eyes.

Finally, the blows faltered, and Anya glanced at her father, hatred and bile rising up in her throat.
She noticed for the first time that he was soaked in blood.

Her eyes went wide. Thats right. Mother must have calmed him. Only Mother can calm him when he gets like this.

Anya glanced hopefully at the doorway, but it was empty.
So why did he stop? And where did all that blood come from? Certainly it couldn't all be hers?

"N-No-"

[Pockythief]

ooc// meh it's kind crappy I'm sorry...


Evelyn sat staring out her window,her light brown hair fell over her face and she quickly brushed it aside, tucking the loose strands behind her ear. she could tell that the foster parents she had been dumped on didn't really want her. She could tell by the way they forced a smile on whenever she entered the room, she heard the hushed voices saying nasty things about her behind a closed door. Evelyn swallowed down a sob and pulled her knees to her chest, she wanted a real home, not some fake one with fake people and fake friends. She didn't want to start at a new school again, and she most certainly didn't want to be the outcast again.

Differences, others treated it like a disease. They avoid it, refuse to touch it but have no problem mocking it. No, That is a game to them.

Evelyn bit her lip and rested her head on her knees , "I hate this." she whispered into the darkness. Her blue eyes misting up wiht hot tears, Evelyn hastily wiped them away, "No, no cyring!" she scolded herself, "everything will be just fine, this time will be different." Evelyn promised herself that everything would work out as if she was a parent comforting ascared child.

Evelyn lay down on the bed, she had never had a bed all to herself for more than a month or two at the most. always a new, uncomfortable, bed. Eventualy Evelyn closed her eyes and a drak dreamless sleep fell upon her.

[Calyx]

Anya pushed herself away from the front door, sobbing, her hair streaming out behind her in the night air.
With her hands clentched into tight fists, she bade her eyes to forget everything, to unsee.

But that of course was impossible...

The cold pressed in around her, and she could hear the furious shouts and profanities that her father was shouting leap into the air.
She almost thought she could hear his footsteps, but if this were the case, they were dim, and she was obviously leaving them behind.
He was drunk. Sickeningly so. So even if he were chasing after her, it wouldn't last long.

When was the last time she cried like this? When her little sister had slipped into the river and drowned? Or when father had strangled the cat, because he was sick of his constant meowing?

Both had been so long ago...

Anya couldn't remember her sister very well, and the few memories she had were of the two of them fighting.

But she remembered the day that Tia died. The cold bleak sun, and the way the leaves gleamed gold in the dying twilight. Anya had thrown the ball too far and it had bounced towards the river.
Tia, not quite understanding the danger, galloped full speed after it, arms outstretched. But she misjudged the distance, and as she skidded to a stop on the banks, her feet slipped out from under her and she collapsed into the freezing water.
It had rained a lot the day before, so it was deep and surged like a herd of charging bison. She was swept away before Anya even knew what had happened.

Her father had blamed her then too.

As he blamed her now.

"That woman didn't understand her place in this house!" he shouted. "That woman stood up for you too much you little wench!"

No... Not That Woman Anya thought bitterly. That Man.
That man who brought so much distress into their lives.

But he payed the bills, Anya's mother always said. He payed the bills, and payed for a good school. He payed for the family to have good reputation. He payed for the house outside of town, so that no one heard the arguments that went on between him and her.
He payed for secrecy.
He payed for death.

That man and her mother never loved each other. He was with her for image, and she was with him for money. Nothing more.

And Anya was unfortunate enough to be born into that.

Ever since Anya was little, she heard children complaining about their families, how mommy said no toy, or daddy said no rough housing in the house. And she heard the children say they hated mommy or daddy, and hated being their child.
Anya always looked down on them. They were foolish, basking in the life they took for granted.
If Anya only opened her mouth once, she would have blown them away at what was dysfunctional with her family. And they would never speak ill about their own again.

But she was sworn to secrecy. Always uphold thy family was engraved into her young mind, and she was forced to live by that.
You are a respectable young lady. Do not let others think any differently of you.

Yet where was she now? Fleeing from her mother's mangled corpse? Her father's heavy hand?
No not her father. That Man

His money would probably pay to cover this up too...

[Pockythief]

ooc// one bad word -_- it was needed.

Evelyn lay on her bed, insomnia replacing the dreamless sleep she had had. Footsteps echoed down the empty streets, Evelyn glanced down at the glowing numbers on the clock by her head. 3:14, who was up at that hour of morning?

Evelyn sat up and dragged herself out of the bed to look out the window, she watched silently as a figure raced past the house. Evelyn wondered what the girl was running from. Home? Family?Problems? Evelyn wondered if she could run away too...Evelyn blinked in shock. She had been in foster care for most of her life, she could barely remember living anywhere but with stragers every other year.

'Could I run away?' Evelyn thought, amazingly the idea had never crossed her mind before, she always told herself that she could suffer through it all, that it would be over soon, there would be a happy ending. Anger suddenly filled Evelyn's mind, It was her whore of a mother's fault, getting pregnat only to throw away the life she had created. Her hands curled into fists, 'why should I suffer for her mistake?' She asked herself. 'WHY?'

"would you like the change your fate? fix you destiny?" Evelyn nodded vigorusly, "yes, I want to change it!" she shouted outloud.

Evelyn slapped her hand over her mouth and whirled around searching for the source of the voice but stared only into empty drakness. She listened, but the voice didn't repeat itslef or say anything else. Evelyn suddenly felt veryfrightened, was she going crazy? No, one time hearing a vpice didn't qualify for a loony card. Radio, television, something, there had to be a logical explanation.

Evelyn crawled back into the bed, pulling the covers upand over her head. Running away did sound nice, an escape, freedom, Evelyn vowed to plan more into it.

[Calyx]

Anya staggered, panting, into the door of the old church, collapsing against a rotting pew.

It was one of her sanctuaries, the feeling of safety remaining even after all preaching and praying left the place.
The church was over two hundred years old, and the age showed in the decrepit condition it was in. Half the roof was collapsed, revealing the cool night sky in thick waves through bands of enourmous rafters.

A long spiral staircase led up to an old organ, then continued up to where the roof had caved in, extending into midair.

A stained glass window glowed softly in the moonlight, casting an array of colors onto the stone floor.

There was a large compass rose on the floor, pointing out each direction with an odd mysterious certainty.

Anya walked shakily to the center of it, gazing up at the night sky in silent torment. What would she do now? What could she do now? She was trapped. That man had all the money. How could she make do?

She forced her mind to solidify. She was a Laikos. She could do anything.

Light footsteps rang on the stone behind her, and she spun on her toes, coming face to face with an old man. He was dressed oddly, a long gray cloak draping over his shoulders and covering half his wrinkled, sun-eaten face. He had a long crooked nose, and deepset blue eyes that seemed to gleam with distrust.
A long white beard trailed down his chest, growing darker the farther down it got. Around his neck was an old metal pendant that seemed to shine in the moonlight. Oddest of all was the large wooden staff he held in one hand, the end curving with a spiral of vines following it.

"Well well," he said, his voice thick with some accent Anya didn't recognize. "What have we here?"

Anya staggered back, and tripped over the edge of a pew.

"Why, it does seem that you have something in your past that makes you ill at ease. Interesting. And just in time too. I thought it was about time you showed up."

"W-what?!" Anya stuttered, her hand flying up to her chest in reflex.

"Interesting." The old man stepped closer, his eyes piercing her very soul. "How interesting."
He reached out to touch her, but as he did so she flinched back, and he withdrew his hand.

"Perhaps introductions would be appropriate. I am the Wayfinder Iou. I guide travelers to their destiny."

Anya's eyes remained flat, as she stared at him, uncomprehendingly.

He laughed shortly. "We will meet again soon, traveler." And he held out his hand. "You cannot escape the destiny you have layed out for you. You can change your destiny. It just takes a few steps."

The old man- Wayfinder Iou was it?- started to blur, and Anya rubbed her eyes. But as she opened them again, he was gone. And at her feet was the pendant that was formerly around his neck.

She picked it up, running her fingers around its smooth edges, and blinked. Shock erupted into her brain.

Who was that old man?! W-what did he mean change my destiny?! What was going on?!

[Pockythief]

Evelyn trudged down the street, this was the thing she might hate the most about constantly moving around, being the new girl every year. Evelyn hung her head, she hoped she could just blend into the background and vanish from sight. She never minded being a wallflower, heh asif she could actualy be a flower.

Evelyn smirked at herself, she was the wall spider, bleding into the back groud, crawling out of sight and reach, secruing herself into a web of her own fantasies. That's what she was, Evelyn could never be a flower.

As she walked along Evelyn looked at a garden, 'would you like to change your fate? fix your destiny?' the voice echoed in her mind, she watched a butterfly float past to land on a brightly coloured flower.

"Yes." Evelyn whispered to herself, "I do"

Evelyn appraoched the school slowly, her head bent down and her mouth firmly shut. Evelyn braced herself for a grueling day.

Feet appeared by Evelyn's desk, "so you're the new girl huh?" Evelyn didn't look up or even acknowledge the girl standing right infront of her. "Hey!" she snapped at Evelyn, a few other pairs of feet joining her's in Evelyn's feild of vision with her head bent down. "I'm talking to you!" Evelyn finally looked up briefly at the girl, hand on her hips, perfectly glossed pout staring down at her. Down her perfect nose that had never been broken, never shoved into the dirt. "go away please." Evelyn whispered.

The Girl and her freinds laughed, it sounded like honey, fake chemically made honey without a bee lifting a finger. She reached out to stroke Evelyn's brown hair and smiled, it made Evelyn want to vomit. "where do you thin you've got the right to have such pretty hair?" She pulled on a fist full of Evelyn's hair, "I hate it." Evelyn looked into the girls eyes, 'I hate you' she wanted to spit back but she didn't. 'Thisnis why I'm a spider." Evelyn thought.

ooc//more to come tomorrow!

[Calyx]

Anya sat against the window, her forehead leaning against the cool glass as rain started to streak down it.
She showed up to school. More out of habit than a commitment to learning. Surprised even herself.

A sigh broke from her lips. What was she doing here? Its not like she really belonged anyway. She should be dead. She should have never been born. She should-

She should she should she should

The words echoed in her brain and she squeezed her eyes shut angrily. She should stop thinking.

But- her mother was dead. Her mother- the only protection from the beast that lurked back home- no not home, at that house.

The noiseless drone of the other students buzzed in her ears, and she tried desperately to block it out- yet failed.

As she turned her head to examine the insects around her, bile rose into her throat. They were all so clueless, so stupid. So completely ignorant to the cruel world that surrounded them. And Anya hated them. She hated them, and she hated the teacher, and she hated every parent that had some sort of idea of what was going on in her house, and yet did nothing.

But it didn't matter now. She was never going back.

Let him search for me, she thought bitterly, grinding her teeth. He'll never find me...

"Where do you think you've got the right to have such pretty hair?" The words scorched Anya's ears, and she turned slightly to look at the source. "I hate it."

Anya hissed between her teeth. "Immature little wenches," she growled.

The girl appeared to hear her, for she stiffened, and spun to stare an Anya.

"Immature?!" she asked, fury in her voice. "What about you, little emo dike?!"

The other girls around her nodded, and though they obviously had no idea what it meant, it sounded plenty bad. The speaker had no clue either.

Anya threw her head back and laughed, though it sounded harsh and fake. "I see... Pick that up from your father? You just don't get it do you?" She gave them a gentle smile, as they stood there stunned. Anya had hardly said a word all year. Hell, all her life, and here she was, questioning their mind capacity.

She smiled softly at the new girl and turned back to the window.

Ooc:// sorry this is it. My mom is bitching at me, screaming completely unprovoked. Screw it. Good night.

[Pockythief]

ooc// another bad word just to warn any other person who may be reading this

Evelyn didn't smile back at the girl, she didn't say a word, she just lowered her head and remained silent. The teacher walked back into the class room at that moment to finished the lecture he had put on hold.

Evelny burned with fury on the inside, 'who did those bitches think they are? what does my blood hair have to do with anything?' Those girls who had never know anything but love and affection from their parents that they had been with since birth, what did they know.

Evelyn had her note book out but she wasn't taking note about the industrialrevolution, she was making a list. Running away took planning, otherwise you got stuck without food or money or water and could even get caught by the police. What Evelyn needed was a foolproof plan and a clean cut to freedom.

She wondered where she would go, to find her mother perhaps and ask her what she was smoking obviously...but then what? did se have a goal? a purpose to her journey? Evelny's mind began to wander from the teahcer, from the list ,and into a new world. Absently she bgan to doodle along the endges of her paper, when Evelyn finally looked down strange creatures stared back at her from the page.

Animalistic people, strange twisted looking creatures, and other odd and bizare images from her mind. Evelyn smiled, if only she could be sucked into her own world, how wonderful would that be?

The bell finally rang, a harsh digruntling sound that made Evelyn's ears ring. She quickly grabbed her things and scurried away, she needed to get back to the house to plan and take inventory.Evelyn was so tied up in her mental lists that she didn't hear them coming.

Two girls grabbed each grabbed onto one of Evelyn's arms, 'Cornered like a rat in an alleyway,' Evelyn thought bitterly, 'Lovely.'

"It's time that a new girl like you learned their place...without any interfearcance(sp?) from emos.

Blood trickled down Evelyn's chin from a deep split in her lower lip, the metalic tast of blood tainting her mouth from licking her lips one too many times. she could hear them giggling abover her, Evelyn debated puking on their perfect mary jane shoes. It would be an improvement. A few locks of hair lay on the ground beside the spot where Evelyn was kneeling,"Still got nothing to say?" The leader jeered down at Evelyn.

That was it, the last straw, they would pay. Evelyn leapt to her feet and pulled her arm back, hand clenched tightly into a fist. Before she had any time to react Evelyn punched the girl square in the face, there was a sickening crunch and her nose bent to the left in an odd way.

Hot red blood gushed out of the broken nose and the Girl cried outin pain, Evelny now looked down at the girl as she dropped to her knees holding her broken nose. "I find actions speak louder than words." evelny said and walked away.

"you sure showed her." Evelyn spun around, expecting to see one of the bully's goonies but she found herself alone. "You're probally going to be in big trouble tomorrow." Evelyn's eyes darted around as she searched fro the voice, "yeah well maybe I won't be there tomorrow."

Evelyn wasn't sure why she was talking back to the voice. "oh so you HAVE decided to change your destiny." the voice seemed to perk up, "well I'm not one to give hints often but you'd better hurry and find the portal then, you'll want to be first!" Evelyn stopped walking, "what? what portal?" but she was answered with silence. Evelyn shudered and quickly walked the rest of the back to the house.

[Calyx]

Anya walked. And walked. And walked.

She'd walked farther before- this was only a few miles away from the school. Still, it was time consuming, and gave her time to think. Not that she wanted to. Her mothers smiling face haunted the back of her mind, reassuring her, saving her, and still condemning her. Why couldnt she have just left that man He had trapped them with his angry fits of rage. Why couldn't she have been strong enough? Why couldnt either of them have found the strength to flee together?

Why did Anya have to wait until her mother was dead to run?

She might have saved them both...

Tears streaming freely down her face, Anya rounded the corner in a full on run, and tripped, falling hard at the feet of a statue. It took her a moment to realize that she was standing outside her church- the old sanctuary she usually fled to...

Her eyes ran up the angel's form- the haggard clothing, the despairing expression, the long curving finger that pointed, like a beacon in the dark, to some point behind the girl.

Anya turned slowly, following the stone angel's life of sight, and gazed at the old building, at the majestic spiral staircase that twined up the side, yet led to nothing... But- it did lead to something.

At the top of the stairs was an enormous golden door, intricate carvings etched into it, vines twining around the picture of two figures.

"Just sitting there won't change your destiny," came a raspy old voice, and Anya jumped in surprise.

"W-wayfinder Iou?" she stammered, staring at the man before her. He nodded.

"Chose your path. Can you really accept the path destiny has chosen for you?"

She shook her head, and Iou pointed to the stairs, a small smile stretching across his haggard old face.
"Then go."

Without thinking twice, Anya climbed the stairs and stood at the door one hand outstretched. Without her even touching it, it slowly swung open, enveloping her in a warm golden light. She glanced back towards Iou just before she stepped through- but he was gone, leaving the grounds around the church empty- except for one shape.
Was that that girl from school??? she managed to think, before she was drawn through the door.


Anya fell hard, landing with a small yelp into the brilliant blue green grass. She rubbed her head, and rolled to her feet shakily, looking around. What thick trees- she thought helplessly, eyes wide. Where was she???

[Pockythief]

Evelyn stopped just befoer she rstepped inside the house, she could her voices talking..her foster parents, and they sounded upset.
"she hit a girl today!"
"I'm sure she had a good reason."
"uh huh sure, god does this kid think she can get away with this kind of crap just because she's a foster kid?"
"don't say things like that."
"like you weren't thinking it too! No wonder she gets shufflued from home to home, she one of thsoe trouble makers and when I see her faceI'm going to put har back into her plac-"
Evelny didn't stay...she didn't want to hear the rest.
Hot tears streamed down her face, it was just like last time. The truth got twisted and deformed till she was the culprit instead of the victim. Evelyn sobbed as she ran blindly, at this point not caring where she ended up.

The sun sank with blood red and vibrant orange staining the sky, Evelny sat with her back agains the cool old plasterwood of some building, head resting on her knees. Her breath had long ago returned and her heart back to it's normal rate, She had run out of tear too, she just sat quietly. Not thinking not planning just sitting, enjoying the solitude, no people no parents, no bullies, no nothing. Evelyn's head shot up as she heard footsteps cruching in the grass, she leapt up and ran across to the next building, she didn't want her solitude from humanity to end just yet.

"Look up." The voice said, oh joy it was back. Evelyn did look up anyway and...was that? it was, the girl from her school, the one who stood up for her. "hey!" Evelyn called loudly, "hey I want to thank you!" running inside the church, she jogged up a flight of wooden stairs that lead to an empty old attic. Evelyn stopped, she was alone. No one was up here, Evelyn was puzzled beyond belief, she was sure she had seen someone up here..it wasn't that dark. Sje crossed her arms and sank down onto the dustyf loor, well if anything she could spent the night here. she looked around the attic once more. "weird." she mutter to herself.

ooc://you wanted Anya to go to vision first right?