Doppelganger Visits: STELLA SUMMIT
Jul 25, 2015 1:05:18 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Jul 25, 2015 1:05:18 GMT -5
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STELL4 SUMM1T
district seveni-is anyone th-there?
A static voice, one that harmonizes in a melodic conundrum to the ears and mind of the living.
She speaks in stutters and malfunctions, for her gears are getting caught and the words bulge in her throat. The spitting image of a dying girl, one who was already dead from the start. Primed and primed to absolute perfection, the duplicate traverses throughout the arena, searching for her ally- her friend- her family. Searching for her killer.
Her metal heartbeat thumps at every step made with her lonesome, and her prosthetic arm holds her chest. A prosthetic she has full control over, for a living girl walks among the dead. A living girl that is better than her double, one who actually survived. And now her hearts beat faster than ever, more than her counterpart, which goes to show, that only the stronger survive.
Her voice twists and distorts itself, until the gears settle. An overheating body, one that burns to the touch, is hidden behind the hole in her chest, one that is colored in dry, corrosive blood. Rusting the blood and gears that lie beneath, it is the only thing that shows the true difference between the real and the fake. For the real had a spark in her heart, one that was formed from her will to fight. While the fake only created sparks when metal gears brushed against one another.
A laceration that slithered across her chest like a serpent, dripping poison and toxic that flowed with every beat of her mechanical heart. One that is so full of life, albeit her counterpart's hold the memories. Memories stored over a database of the limited timeline throughout the games, this one couldn't feel what the real Stella felt. Only what was coded and transmitted into her endless database of knowledge. For robots don't have emotions, unless you want them to.
Her crystal clear green eyes shimmer in the light and her gaze moves from Kiena to Sue. They bounced between the two of them until ultimately meeting the gaze of Sue Tate. The boy who Stella held feelings for, the boy who interlocked her- my fingers as I wasted away into nothing more.
.:Error::Error::Error:.
...::..:Overheating:..::...
And the tears begin to fall on command, burning deep into her cheeks, for robots aren't meant to have feelings. Trails that kiss her pristine flesh, flowing down from her jaded, robotic green eyes. The eyes of a girl who never was appeal to no one. For death is the mother of beauty, and only the perishable can be beautiful. And there's reason behind why her fake glass eyes are so unappealing. Even when they shimmer so full of life.
Her voice stutters, catching in her throat, and the tears set sparks off in her chest. The sound of gears popping come from within as she overheats, and it's all because-
["Robots aren't supposed to have feelings."]
OOC Notes"I-is anyone th-there?"
She speaks in stutters and malfunctions, for her gears are getting caught and the words bulge in her throat. The spitting image of a dying girl, one who was already dead from the start. Primed and primed to absolute perfection, the duplicate traverses throughout the arena, searching for her ally- her friend- her family. Searching for her killer.
Her metal heartbeat thumps at every step made with her lonesome, and her prosthetic arm holds her chest. A prosthetic she has full control over, for a living girl walks among the dead. A living girl that is better than her double, one who actually survived. And now her hearts beat faster than ever, more than her counterpart, which goes to show, that only the stronger survive.
"K-Key-Key-Kiena?"
Her voice twists and distorts itself, until the gears settle. An overheating body, one that burns to the touch, is hidden behind the hole in her chest, one that is colored in dry, corrosive blood. Rusting the blood and gears that lie beneath, it is the only thing that shows the true difference between the real and the fake. For the real had a spark in her heart, one that was formed from her will to fight. While the fake only created sparks when metal gears brushed against one another.
A laceration that slithered across her chest like a serpent, dripping poison and toxic that flowed with every beat of her mechanical heart. One that is so full of life, albeit her counterpart's hold the memories. Memories stored over a database of the limited timeline throughout the games, this one couldn't feel what the real Stella felt. Only what was coded and transmitted into her endless database of knowledge. For robots don't have emotions, unless you want them to.
Her crystal clear green eyes shimmer in the light and her gaze moves from Kiena to Sue. They bounced between the two of them until ultimately meeting the gaze of Sue Tate. The boy who Stella held feelings for, the boy who interlocked her- my fingers as I wasted away into nothing more.
.:Error::Error::Error:.
...::..:Overheating:..::...
"S-Sue-"
And the tears begin to fall on command, burning deep into her cheeks, for robots aren't meant to have feelings. Trails that kiss her pristine flesh, flowing down from her jaded, robotic green eyes. The eyes of a girl who never was appeal to no one. For death is the mother of beauty, and only the perishable can be beautiful. And there's reason behind why her fake glass eyes are so unappealing. Even when they shimmer so full of life.
"I- I- I- I missed you guys-"
Her voice stutters, catching in her throat, and the tears set sparks off in her chest. The sound of gears popping come from within as she overheats, and it's all because-
["Robots aren't supposed to have feelings."]
"W- Why did you guys l- leave me to die- to die?"
The girl who's slept a hundred years
has something after all
