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Post by seb on Dec 8, 2009 18:32:42 GMT -5
` the end ,
He'd been in Idris for about a week now, wandering around aimlessly, getting waves from those who thought him a stranger. When they spoke to him it was about things of mutual interest, they did not see the spark of disdain in his eyes, or the way his lip curled when they approached him. They did not hear the scorn. Nobody suspected who he was, they thought him dead and, as the threat had passed he was now a welcome stranger. Such a joke, these people were so foolish. With a smirk he strode through the countryside, he could have brought the horse from the stables but he really did not feel like doing so, he didn't care. Not anymore.
The reason nobody recognised him was that he had dyed his hair a vivid - almost cherry - red, it was the same dye he had used when he was posing as Sebastian, except this was red. It meant it was easy to wash out when he became tired of hanging out among the commoners. He smirked, they were so trusting, so easy to fool in an occupation where they were taught to be ruthless. Jonathan snorted, nobody recognised him here, nobody would ever think he was Jonathan Morganstern. And when they finally did figure it out? Oh the stories they would tell, back from the dead. He laughed softly to himself. It would be good to stick around Idris, people would suspect strangers, but nobody would suspect the young, good-looking, red-headed boy that had roamed Idris since before the rumors would start. It was a good plan.
Once he was on top of the grassy hill that overlooked Idris he stopped and turned around. The city would fall, and this time it would fall burning. An irrepareable mess. Jonathan smiled at the thought of this. He would find someone to help him, someone who would be completely obediant to his desires, someone who wanted to see the destruction of this regime which was rotten at the heart. The Clave was a corrupt leadership which led by force. Not for much longer, he would see to that. |
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Post by CLARY EMMY FRAY on Dec 9, 2009 0:55:30 GMT -5
 she laid in the grass, knees up and eyes closed, her chest moving up and down as she breathed. it was nice here in idris, the air was cleaner than new york's and you can hear the animal's happily bantering whereas back there, it'd be cars honking and people yelling. clary opened her eyes slowly, letting sunlight fill her vision. it felt nice, the light hitting her face, her bare legs was finally getting some vitamin d and it was about time, she was always super pale. rolling over on her flat stomach, clary leaned on her elbows as she picked up a blade of grass. slowly, she begun peeling them in half and then peeling those in half until it was too small. she peeled a few to ease her boredom. sometimes, it felt like she was trapped here, in beautiful idris, she had to wait until her mom said it was okay before they could leave and idris was running out of things to fill clary's day. her blondish hair, which was originally red, was lighten by the sun, fell into her hair, ditching the blade of grass, she tried to blow the hair out of the way without having to use her hands. she stared crossed eye at the strand of hair, marveling at how the color had changed so easily, she missed her red hair but it would only be a matter of time before it was to darken again.
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Post by seb on Dec 9, 2009 5:59:28 GMT -5
` is nigh ,
He didn't actually notice Clarissa was there for a very long time. For a minute or two he simply stood, staring at the city of Idris, it was beautiful and now that the Demon Towers were back up and running, now that they were better protected it seemed as if everything was back to normal. Jonathan snorted softly, they were back inside their little shell, believing it could still protect them from the outside world. They were wrong, of course, it could not protect them from themselves. It was from the inside that he intended to rip them apart, one by one they would all fall until they were a fraction of their former glory. The thought itself was mouthwatering, the thought of so much destruction sent shivers down his body. It would be fun. Jonathan wanted the Clave to fall, more than his father ever did. What they did not realise was that what Jonathan wanted; he normally got.
Jonathan only saw Clary after he turned around. He froze momentarily, thinking she would recognise him, before he relaxed. She would not know him, his hair was different and he'd put blue contacts in to make sure that his eyes did not look black. He would be fine, there was nothing to become concerned about. Slowly he walked up to her, grinning inwardly to himself. Oh this was going to be fun. He'd not seen Clary since that night in Idris, he was ever so curious to see how she was.
"You Clarissa Morgenstern yeah? Heard loads bout ye', m'names Marcus."
Jonathan consiously changed his accent from the american drawl to a lighter English twang. It was more cockney and very different from what he originally spoke with. She would never guess that this red-headed 'Marcus', was actually her brother, back from the dead. He chuckled slightly, standing over her as he waited for her response. |
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Post by CLARY EMMY FRAY on Dec 9, 2009 19:50:17 GMT -5
clary could hear her stomach growling, the rumbling not fazing her. she was used to it, lastly she had developed an unhealthy craving for junk food and just junk food. her mom had deny her the junk food and she had a hard time finding junk food in idris. making a mental note to herself, clary wondered how much junk food she could bring over without her mom noticing. clary looked down at the hers, no longer peeling the blades of grass, you can still faintly see the fading mark that jace had marked her with months ago when he saved her from dying that night. she rolled her sleeves down pass her hands to cover it. she didn't want to think about that night, although everything had turned out well afterwards, clary didn't want to think back to when she lost her mom. " You Clarissa Morgenstern yeah? Heard loads bout ye', m'names Marcus." the low male voice dragged clary back from the past, back to reality. her eyes widen, pretending that she wasn't zoning out with moments ago and she turned back on her back and sat up. " hi..." clary said cautiously, her name had become household after the valentine incident but she thought it had died down now that time had past. " yes, but i go by clary." clary wasn't usually as cautious as she was but there was just something about the red head but his eyes were really pretty. a nice shade of blue. clary would probably be more trusting if they were inside the city, people there were always honest and everyone knew each other. clary tilt her head to the side trying to see if she had seen him or not inside the city. " have i met you somewhere before?"
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