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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Apr 28, 2012 22:14:34 GMT -5
Mari tried to relax a bit, she was slowly being stepped off her pain meds and her back was slowly feeling better. Some scars would still show because it was just that hard to get them all in one sitting. She read some sheet music for homework and sung the piece quietly to herself. It was uplifting and suited her mood. Never Lose Hope
by Heather Alexander
Things grow darker every day
Can't remember what I'm thinking
Pretty soon I'll loose my way
And into dark despair I'm sinking
In my mind I'm cold and tired
Yet my heart insists on beating
I pray once more to be inspired
I hear a little voice repeating
CHORUS:
Never lose hope because your spirit never dies
You're stronger than you think if you open up your eyes
Take a look inside yourself and then 'round where you stand
And maybe, yes, just maybe the answer's waiting in your hand
Friends are calling on my name
To raise their spirits I endeavor
Their pain, like mine, is just the same
I tell them 'No, it's not forever!'
Never lose hope because your spirit never dies
You're stronger than you think if you open up your eyes
Take a look inside yourself and then 'round where you stand
And maybe, yes, just maybe the answer's waiting in your hand
Step by step, it's darker still
Every vein inside is severing
Going on's an act of will
And on that voice I'm betting everything
Become as simple as the wind or as the beasts upon the earth
Learn to control the inner power that was bestowed on you at birth
May have to give yourself a shove or just step back and take a breath
When you have conquered fear of love, you know that you have conquered death
Never lose hope because your spirit never dies
You're stronger than you think if you open up your eyes
Take a look inside yourself and then 'round where you stand
And maybe, yes, just maybe the answer's waiting in your hand [/i] The song reminded her of her life and how she had fought to keep her spirits up in spite of everything going on around her. Philip was dead and no one would ever know what happened to him. She'd left him but it hadn't been a messy breakup. He'd just been in a different place than she was. There was no way for her to help him and she knew it was time to move on. She never expected her father to kill him and knowing he had ate at her. She was stupid to think she could actually be normal. Heck, she had vampires visiting her at midnight there was nothing normal about that. She wondered if he had to kill anyone to be able to spend time with her. That thought depressed her too. She made herself shift slightly in her hospital bed and fingered the pages of her song some more checking the notes. Her blonde hair trailed over her shoulder in a perfumed braid. She had to be the only one that had a maid in her hospital room for making her presentable in the morning. Her makeup was immaculate and she wore a blue nightgown made of silk with purple roses on it. That was her symbol and she tended to use it on everything. When she turned 16 her father had requisitioned it as a coat of arms for her specifically as well as the Sinclaire arms. She even had a signet ring on her right hand on the third ring finger. She figured it was symbolic like the rings nuns wore and stretched a bit sadly. Her toes peeked back at her, pink and sparkling to match her acrylic nails. |
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Post by mike jeremy corbett on Apr 29, 2012 22:50:07 GMT -5
Mike walked into the hospital. Hopefully, this girl Marina would be able to answer some questions about what had happened a while back. He hadn't gotten a chance to ask Jacinta anything because of the hunter, so he had had to put the interrogation off until a later date. He walked down the hall until he reached the room. Okay. Just remember, you're trying to figure things out. But if she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, you don't want to tip her off, he reminded himself. He had to figure out why she had thrown herself into the fight at the hospital. Not many people would've done the same in her situation. He reached the room that the girl was staying in and knocked. He wasn't going to just barge in on a girl. He waited patiently for a response.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Apr 29, 2012 23:39:53 GMT -5
Mari paused in her singing and tilted her head as her senses told her someone was at the door who was curious but trying to play it cool. She inwardly groaned and exhaled before crawling under the covers and putting her music away. "Come in." she called as she made sure her glasses were on. The guy that was at the door was gorgeous. It was just her damn luck to be the only non fashion model in this damn city. Her blonde hair wasn't even real it just kept her dad from being reminded of her mom.
"What can I do for you, Officer Corbett?" she asked him quietly as she sat there. She remembered he carried a gun and that he was a man of authority. He was there for some reason but she didn't know what. She wasn't going to tell him anything about her dad. He was human he'd be cannon food when her father finished with him. "I don't normally get visitors 'During daylight at least.' She thought to herself of Trenton and his late night visit. Yup, chalk it up to her being special. No one knew she was here and by the time they figured it out to get her some cheap flowers she'd be back home. Her keys had been turned in by her father and he'd asked her if she wanted to make any changes to her rooms since she was coming home. She had a freaking suite of rooms that would put most homes to shame.
She was as far from her fathers rooms as was possible and still be on the same property. He didn't want to give into temptation and he didn't want her picking up on his activities. She wondered what would happen now that Trenton was visiting and how it would affect the rules of the home. She shook her head and stopped wool gathering as her brown eyes flicked back to Mike with a soft smile, "Sorry, still getting the last of the morphine out of my system." she nodded at the saline drip and sighed.
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Post by mike jeremy corbett on Apr 30, 2012 13:40:48 GMT -5
At the invitation, Mike walked in.
"I have some questions about the other night's events," he answered. "I won't take long, I promise. I understand that you need your rest," he hastened to assure. He perused her body. For the most part, she seemed all right. However, underneath her hospital gown, he could see large palm-like handprints on her neck. "Hey, what happened here?" he asked, stepping a bit closer. "Is someone hurting you?" he asked. As a cop---not to mention past experience---he knew the signs. If she was being hurt, he'd have to report it of course. Then again, if the abuser was supernatural, he'd have to take care of it another way. He sat in a chair and waited for her response.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Apr 30, 2012 16:19:15 GMT -5
Blinking at the detective she waited till he was in the room, "First answer, "All I know detective is that a knife wielding douchebag attacked a blonde girl for some weird reason that isn't any of my business. I defended her because I'd like to think that if the chips were down someone would do the same for me. She needed the help and I had no way of knowing how many people would man up and deal with the problem so I decided to step in."
She sighed at the second question, "I'm a klutz Detective. I trip over things, I get knife wielding assholes pissed at me when I step in the way of their targets and I do on occasion physically take a half gainer down a flight of stairs. Given that my father has several flights of stairs I am likely to fall great distances without even trying. As for hurting me. No, no one is going to hurt me so long as I don't talk to you." she said this tiredly, "Talking to you will get me most assuredly hurt and so I am not answering your question. I am not filing charges or any such nonsense."
She was firm. She wasn't going to get beat because she talked to the fuzz. Screw that noise. Years of experience with how they swept rich peoples problems under the rug made her generally distrust the lot of them, "Don't you have someone better than me to save?" she said gently as she laid there and the hot air in her escaped, "I'm just another rich white chick and I know it. Go find some baby kidnapper or something. There are tons of children of color that get abducted every day that no one notices. No one should care if I have a problem. I'm wealthy enough to handle it on my own. Those kids aren't."
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Post by mike jeremy corbett on Apr 30, 2012 18:41:55 GMT -5
Mike listened to the girl as she responded to his question, saying that all she knew was that someone had attacked somebody else and that if the situation was reversed, hoped someone would do the same for her.
"Well, you're a good fighter," he commented. He had seen the way she had taken the guy on, and she certainly had moxie. That's a good thing. It's good to have fire he thought to himself. If that hunter came back, her determination would keep her alive.
Mike's eyes clouded at the girl's excuse, as well as her comment that talking to him would get her hurt. Yeah, I used those excuses...before I woke up, he thought ot himself. But, he'd let it go...for now at least. Then, she went on, stating that she didn't need help and that he should go help someone who actually needed it. Mike nodded with some defeat. He had seen that attitude in victims many times before and had even exhibited some of the same signs himself.
"Okay, "I'm not going to press it," he told her. He then sat back in the chair and looked at her, unsure of what to say.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Apr 30, 2012 19:24:32 GMT -5
Mari shook her head, "No I'm not, Officer Corbett." she said as he felt a bit of admiration, "I've seen people die in some pretty brutal ways and didn't want to see another. No one deserves that. I have to attend too many funerals as it is." she suddenly felt tired, "I had 12 brothers, Detective. Every single one of them is dead. Think about that before you go asking me if I want to press charges on a few bruises."
She rubbed her face, "You can't fix it. No one can. The last people that tried ended up dead. I won't have your ghost haunting me too." she exhales softly and looks up at him, "I do know its not my fault but I also know leaving just makes him follow me and I get hurt worse." she massaged her temples, "He's just starting to ease off on me a bit, detective. Don't make him angry. I'm the one that pays for it. Not you."
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Post by mike jeremy corbett on Apr 30, 2012 22:01:53 GMT -5
Mike's eyes clouded as she responded to his comment that she wasn't a good fighter, she had just seen people die too many ways and didn't want to see it happen again and that she had been to too many funerals. What's she mean by that? he wondered. She went on to say that she had once had twelve brothers but that they were dead.
She then went on to tell him that the last person who had tried to help her had ended up dead and that she didn't want him haunting her too. She added that if he tried to do anything, she would be the one who paid, not him.
Mike blew out a breath. The girl had just basically admitted that she was being abused but that she didn't want him to do anything.
"Yeah. I hear ya. And I get it," he told her. And he did. He had gone through the same thing. But did he really want to dredge up those memories?
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Apr 30, 2012 22:43:37 GMT -5
Biting her lip she looked at Mike, "I'm sorry someone hurt you, Detective. You shouldn't have had to deal with that." she said gently as she focused on him and his problems. "You're the better fighter. You've done something important with your life. That's a good thing. Me? I'm just a librarian. The world was never saved because a psychic librarian talked about what she knows." she murmured.
"I may not be able to speak about such things but I can empathically show you what I've seen if you trust me." she said softly as she clutched her blanket nervously. She was getting by on a technicality but it might just work.
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Post by mike jeremy corbett on May 1, 2012 12:52:36 GMT -5
After Marina stated that she was sorry that he had been hurt like that and he shouldn't have had to deal with it, Mike's eyes clouded. She was right in that he shouldn't have had to deal with it, but he had gone through it, and in a strange way, it had helped to shape him into the cop he was now. He turned his attention back to the girl who stated that he was doing something important and that the world had never been saved because of a psychic librarian sharing information with someboy.
"Well, I've never been one to underestimate anyone," he said. Then, he blinked in surprise when the girl offered to show him what happened empathically...if she trusted him. "Only if you're comfortable with it and won't take a lot out of you," he told her, leaning forward. He didn't want something happening to the girl because of this.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on May 1, 2012 14:57:26 GMT -5
She blew out a breath, "It may. But if it helps..." she says softly as she clasped his hand and locked eyes with him, her empathy washing over them. She couldn't project words into his mind but pictures she could manage. Emotion was based on pictures and feelings after all.
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The first scene opens to reveal a woman bundling up a little girl, she seems tall but then the perspective is from the girl's so the image is blurry. The mother scoops her up and then there is a knock on the door. The girl begins to squirm in her attempt to get down. Mommy is crying "Don' t cry Mommy..."
The next image is of Reginald and the brunette woman arguing. Then the clarity shifts and Marina is getting pulled away from her mother. More screaming and suddenly the woman isn't moving any more and there is blood everywhere. She wants to go help her mother but she's being pulled away.
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Another scene shift, this time she's older and hiding under her bed. Reginald is screaming at her brother Ezra. He'd picked up on Ezra's thoughts and urges. Mari is shaking and hiding under the bed. She has to be quiet or someone will hurt her. The angle she's at gives her the vantage point as her brothers head rolls on the floor his dead cruel eyes looking at her.
Her father is furious but hugs her all the tighter even as blood coats the walls of the room, "You're safe." he murmurs as he tries to take her out of there.
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The abuse started slowly, images of emotional cruelty and her father telling her she's not good enough, smart enough or pretty enough while he's telling her people will just use her for her gifts. Hasn't he protected her from harm he killed Ezra for her after all...
The physical abuse begins the older she gets. Something in her dad unleashes itself she's picking up on things no daughter should ever have to. Women coming into the house and dying. Their ghosts coming to her at night begging for help and justice even as the next victim walks in on her father's arm.
She tries to stop it. Tries to get him to see but this just makes him worse. Arguments and fights that usually end up with her going to the hospital for breaks and bruises. The scars come later after he's hired a doctor that will keep his mouth shut.
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Eventually, college and with it hope. She gets away and talks to a therapist only to find one day that when she walks in for her appointment her father is standing there and the doctor is next to him dead. "You did this Marina. She wouldn't have had to die if you hadn't said anything. Its your fault...."
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Freedom! She'd managed to get to Virgina. Find a place to live and date. He was a wherewolf but that's a small thing when you've lived with an incubus. Philip is erratic and easily distracted but he's got a good heart. Their relationship isn't the best but its the only thing she's known outside her family so she doesn't notice the patterns that say he's going to leave her and go help the next abuse case. She didn't realize that he was that upset about her abuse issues and didn't know how to handle it.
One day he doesn't come home. She waits and worries. It was the full moon and he always left for Shenandoah valley to get away from the crowds. A knock at the door and there is her father. The rest is a blur as he drugs her and she wakes up back in California.
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California back where it started. Where cops look the other way if Mari Sinclaire comes in. Where they'll give her a cup of coffee and call her dad. He's such a great guy for putting up with his daughter who is such an attention whore. Who would believe Reginald Sinclaire murders people? There are never any bodies.
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She pulled back into herself. Letting Mike's hand go. Tears are down her face and she's shaking. Too choked up to say anything scared he won't believe her.
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Post by mike jeremy corbett on May 1, 2012 21:58:50 GMT -5
Mike braced himself as the girl took took his hand. Okay, brace yourself man. You have no idea what you're about to see, he reminded himself. He had no idea how her powers worked. Within seconds, the images started to come: the girl and a woman---presumably her mother---bundling the girl up. However, the image was blurry and Mike couldn't really be too sure of what he was seeing.
The second image related to the first one somewhat but the woman was yelling at the man and the girl appeared to be crying.
In the third image she was older and hiding under the bead. Then, he saw a head roll underneath and the girl stared at it.
Oh, man. What did this guy do? Mike wondered.
The next image seemed to be of the guy berating her for one thing or another.
Then he saw varioius women coming into the house and dying. Mike's eyes widened. What is this guy, some kind of serial killer? he wondered. The next image seemed to be related to the last and the girl was trying to stop the man to no avail and ending up with bruises or broken bones.
Then he saw her in college with a guy---who was a werewolf---and he eventually left her. When she apparently heard a knock, she opened the door and was quicklky drugged and taken away.
In the final scene, he saw offering her a cup of coffe and dialing the phone, presumably calling her father.
When the girl finally pulled away, she dropped Mike's hand and he could see the tears streaming down her face. From the look on her face, it was obvious that she was terrified that he wouldn't believe her. Mike blew out a breath and ran his fingers through his hair.
"What is he?" he asked. From what he had seen, it was obvious that he was some sort of supernatural creature, but the images hadn't allowed him to get a definitive bead as to what it was.
OOC
I tried to describe each of the images from Mike's POV and in my own words.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on May 1, 2012 22:34:30 GMT -5
Mari blinked as she realized Mike had asked a question, "He used to be a psychic. He killed my mother in a ritual so he and my brothers could become inccubi. He never wanted a daughter. He never expected me to be a girl and then when I came along things got complicated because I'm immune to Inccubi and succubi. I'm not sure if I'm immune to vampire coercion but because what they do doesn't affect me my dad keeps me close by. I'm one of the few people he can be around for any length of time without having me be drained of life energy." she hated talking out loud. It made it all so real. "My brother tried to molest me as a kid and dad cut his head off." the last was said with a quiet crack in her voice.
"Since then he's been using me to vet out his clients and to find out their secrets. He uses that to make money and if I'm not there he coerces them to do what he wants and eventually kills him. "So either I help him and he robs people blind or I don't help him and he kills them along with whomever he brings home for the night. He killed my ex boyfriend Philip and has him stuffed and mounted in the den. He uses him as a coat rack. No one knows any different they just think he went to a studio and got a lifelike replica of a wherewolf from some film like twilight."
She exhaled. "I have a friend I was supposed to be staying with. I told my dad I wasn't going to stay with him any more and he beat me. That's why I was in the hospital when Jace got attacked by that Warlock. I just can't see anyone else get hurt." she rubbed at her face and bit her lip.
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