Connor’s Comments (group member since Feb 08, 2013)

Connor’s comments from the Elementals [Advanced RP] group.

Issac was happy she was laughing and enjoying the time she spent with him. Her laugh was magical to him! It was a laugh he would love to hear every day. Issac knew that she most likely had questions about who he was and all about his life. He didn't want to get into that quite yet, so he tried his best to ignore the subject. It was a bad part of him. Instead, he thought about her and what sort of life she lead. He was very interested in everything about her. About the things she had done, and wanted to do. The things she dreamed about, and all of her life. He was so excited to learn about her.

Issac loved the feeling of her lips upon his. It was a rush he couldn't match. He had kissed a girl or two before, but it was nothing like this. Her kiss was fiery and lovely. He spoke up and said, "I'd like to point out, I really enjoy kissing you and will most likely keep doing it. So you might want to get used to it." With a wink, he moved on.

He was wondering when she would ask about that. He didn't really know himself, but he knew it did connect to his parents. He tried to make it simple so he would understand what he was saying. "Well, to put it simply, my mother was a fire elemental. And my father, whoever the bastard is, was air. At least, that's how I explain it." He said, stating it like it was third grade material. He had learned a long time ago about his fathers air ability. It was how his mother explained it to him, before her passing. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to his mother.

Issac grinned at her and realized her hand. He waved at her to step back. Once she had, Issac cracked his knuckles. He stood front and center of the door. He walked forward and found the handholds inside of the door. He turned the levers at the same time. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. With his power, he pushed flames out into one hand, and air into the other. The door reacted magically. Flames spread the left side of the door, through carved channels that made branches. The right side did the same with his air. The picture made a tree basin. He pushed and the doors opened wide.

Issac walked back over and grabbed Norah's hand. He ran quickly with her over to the area where he stayed. It was made up nicely with a bed, a small table, two wooden bookshelves and finally, his easel. An unfinished painting was left there. He searched the small area and finally, he pulled a giant bag from his bed. He pulled out two of his paintings. The first was of a tree. Half was alive and blooming, the other dead and decaying. It was a favorite of his, and knew it would sell. The other painting was the sky being filled with fire and air. It was swirling, and it as dangerous as it was beautiful. This would also sell quite nicely. He grabbed another bagged and stuffed them into it, strapping it unto his back. "Okay," he started with a smile, "I've gotten what I needed. Are you ready?"

Issac suddenly remembered not seeing her pick up her mask. Then he remembered burning it. He would buy her a new one. That would take two paintings. But it didn't bother Issac. He was happy to help her. And the destruction of her mask was his doing, anyway. He practically owed breakfast and a new mask to her. And anything else she could need. He would be happy to oblige.

He was happy that she didn't press her paying on Issac. She somehow knew that it meant the worlds to Issac that he pay. And he would do just that. Issac leaned over and kissed her softly, a way of saying thanks. And, an excuse to kiss her again. He really did love it.

Issac laughed a bit when she rolled her eyes at his humor. "Well, yes. Its the only place that doesn't either kick me out, or try to burn me at the stake. Long story." He said, dismissing it. "Though its quite cozy, if you like damp and cold." He said sarcastically. The cavern started to get darker, so Issac made a small flame in his hand to light their way. He knew they were going to arrive in the Central Caves soon.

"We are almost their, so watch your back. The spiders like to get a little...cheeky sometimes." He said, laughing to himself. He loved watching her light up at his jokes and loved hearing her laugh. Most of all, he enjoyed the smile that broke her lips. It was quite an amazing smile, and Issac knew he would love that smile for decades to come. They came to the cave entrance and the way was blocked by a door. Issac's doing. And only he could open it. "Are you ready, Norah?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and cracking a smile.

Issac's life had been a terrible place to be. He had mental troubles. He often walked in a sleep deprived state and lashed out at many people. His short term memory loss effected him more then he enjoyed. He forgot things easily and lost track of time. Though he knew, through all of that, he would have Norah. It was this feeling he got when he kissed her. Like he wouldn't have to worry about his troubles and problems because he would have Norah to help him along. He knew he would most likely not be deprived of sleep as long as she was around. His spells of anger and visions would be lessened and maybe no longer happen. All these things he began to discover as he kissed Norah.

Issac removed himself from the top of Norah and stood slowly. He stretched out with a yawn. He picked his mask from the ground and examined it. It was cracked from his fall earlier. Though the crack gave his mask more character. It was cracked, like him. And every crack has the ability to be repaired. With the right mending, that is. He thought and hoped to himself that Norah could be the mending he needed. He smiled to himself and latched the mask to the belt loop on his hip. He watched her gather her things and once she was finally ready they latched their hands together. There was an odd tingle in his hand when this happened. He had the feeling of friendship, but there was also something their that felt of love and fire. He enjoyed the feeling.

He thought for a little while about where they could get breakfast. He patted his pockets and found his wallet. He pulled it out and opened it, hopeful to find some sort of money. To dash his hopes, when he opened the wallet it seemed to puff with dust. Completely empty, save his I.D. and some lint. He sighed in discontent. "Well, we will have to make a pit stop if that is okay. I need to get a little money first, so we will have to go to where I usually stay." He stated sadly. He didn't really want her to see the place he stayed, but he needed money so he'd have to grab something to sell. He'd have to sell another painting. That thought made his mulled his mood. He loved his paintings, and hated to sell them. But he had to eat, and he'd be damned if he'd let Norah pay for him. He knew she'd try, but he never took help with money. He liked to earn his own, and when he did it gave him the sense of satisfaction with himself.

Issac looked at the ground for a second, thinking. He had no money, no real home, no nothing. He had the urge to give Norah all she wanted, but he didn't have the means to do this. He wondered how she'd react to that...
Pushing that dangerous thought from his head he looked back at Norah and met her eyes. She had beautiful eyes, that corresponded with the rest of her beauty. He smiled at her, "We are going to have to head the the central caves. Its where I usually stay. We can get what I need and we can go out, okay?" He said, squeezing her hand slightly. They started down the cave. All of the caves led to the central cave. It was very large, and it was large enough for Issac to make a small living system, and still stay unnoticed and out of the way. The way he liked it. Well, before Norah happened. They made there way there, and Issac joked around the road, "I hope you aren't afraid of spiders, Norah." He said with a joking smile.

Issac didn't quite no what else to say. He thought this girl was crazy. He was a total stranger to him, and yet, she wanted to stay with him. This girl was heaven-sent. He wondered what was driving her to stay with him. This girl was like any he'd ever met before, and he liked that. He wanted to know her. All of her.

Issac slowly wondered what Norah thought about him. She knew he was broken and bat crap crazy, yet she must seem something good in him. Unless she was just as crazy. Which, could very well be the case. Soon, he hoped, he would learn more about her and learn about her life. He was excited for hearing a happy story for once. At least, he hoped it was happy.

Issac grinned bigger when her grin itself widened. He chuckled, "Well I'm glad." He said, answering her little joke. When she spoke of hunger, his stomach responded. Issac hadn't eaten in a day or so, so food was well needed. He enjoyed it when she wrapped her arms around his neck again. He loved it, and he hadn't experience anything like it. This beautiful girl was lying beneath him, and she was with him because she wanted to be. That Issac loved. Issac leaned his head down and kissed her once more, parting her lips and adding just the spot of tongue. He felt her own tongue, and enjoyed it when it met his. Reluctantly, he parted from her lips. He stroked her hair once, "Sure, lets go." He said with a smile.

Issac thought about how to answer Norah's comment. Maybe anyone came make your demons be quiet, He heard her say again in his mind. After a moment of thought he found his answer.
"And if I don't want to have anybody else? What if I only want you to be here with me, Norah?" He questioned her with a smile. To Issac, he didn't want her to go. He wanted to have her with him. She made him feel safe and wanted. He smiled at the thought of her staying with him. He did need her, but not only for sleep. He felt that he needed her for more than that. At the moment, he needed her to stay.
"Norah, what if I said I wanted you to stay with me, not just to help me sleep, but because I truly need you to stay with me?" He questioned again, hoping he wasn't overloading her with questions.

Second by second Issac was becoming more interested in this girl. He wanted to know about her life, her interests and the things she liked to do. He wanted to find out her desires and dreams and help her do them. He wanted to be something she had always wanted, because she was something he has always needed. He hoped that she wanted to stay with him. He now felt that if she wasn't, he would never be the same. Or sleep again.

Issac smiled down at her, and kissed her again for good measure. He enjoyed feeling her lips against his, and didn't want the feeling to stop. But for now, it would. Issac moved his hand back down to her waist when he spoke to her.
"Good morning to you too, sunshine." He joked with a genuine smile. He couldn't help smiling when he was around her. It was the craziest thing. He barely knew this girl! He had gone from trying to kill her, to wanting to kiss her every second and more. Though, has he has learned better, he didn't try anymore. He was happy just as he was. Inches away from her, and everything calm. This was the first time he'd been so happy with another human being. He was definitely enjoying it.
"No. It seems you were right. Now if you could only be here every night, my terrors would be vanquished." He said with a smile and a realizing sadness. She would leave him. Maybe not at this moment, but he surely doubted she would stay with him. So in this moment he inspected her, making sure he would never forget her. He studied her beautiful, doll like face. He studied they way she smiled, and he made sure he would soon not forget the way she kissed. He moved his hand up slightly so it was now touching her skin above her waist. He would not forget the way her skin felt and the way it felt to hold her.
Even if she left, he would not forget her. He refused to forget anything about this girl. Or the time they would spend together, even if it was fleeting.

The next morning...

Issac stirred from his sleep and found himself warm, happy and...rested. He grinned hugely. He had slept all through the night! With zero nightmares!
Norah.
Yes yes! It had to be Norah! She had laid down with him and fell asleep next to him. In turn, he slept through the night. He quickly remembered the soft kiss he gave her and he remembered the way her lips felt against his. It wasn't his first kiss, but it was by far the best. He moved his hand up slowly and placed his hand in hers. He kissed her cheek softly, not wanting her to wake up. He didn't want to wake her. She was beautiful. The sun hit her sleeping face and her beauty shown brighter. Issac simply smiled and snuggled closer, closing the gap that had formed between them. Issac closed his eyes again. He kept himself occupied with the thought of kissing Norah again and again.
He opened his eyes again just to look at her. He rolled her slowly to her back and put his hand on her face.
"Time to wake up, Norah." He said softly, kissing her lips again. The sensation came back over him as there lips met for the second time.

Issac could barely keep his eyes open any longer. He felt the fabric underneath him. It was soft and lovely. He opened his eyes more and saw Norah lying next to him. He smiled. But it was an involuntary smile. He scooted closer to her and laid an hand on her waist. He used what was left of the small amount of his strength to pull her closer to him. He didn't know why, but he needed her to be close to him. It was just something he...something he needed. And he didn't know why.
"Thank...you...Norah." He said, his voice small. He brought his hand up to her face and looked into her eyes. He saw a certain caring in her eyes. He could tell that she really did care for him. A complete stranger.

In another involuntary movement he leaned over and gave Norah a small kiss. Nothing major. Just a small kiss, to thank her for what she was doing. After that, his head fell back the the ground. The light started to fade and Norah's face became blurry. The demons were the never on his mind. They were gone, for the moment. Maybe Norah was right. Maybe this was all he needed. He gave a quick smile and the last thing he saw was Norah. The mysterious, lovely, intriguing girl he'd just met. And he fell asleep next to her.
And it was the best night's sleep he had ever gotten.

Issac raised an eyebrow at her words. He had never tried that before, and no one ever really suggested that to him. Or offered to lay with him so he could try. Issac was being pulled in by this girl. There was something extremely intriguing about this girl. It was...odd..but her presence was extremely powerful and it was actually making him happier by the second.

With a slight laugh he spoke, "Well Norah, I do know what you meant. I've never tried that. No one has really ever wanted to be that close to me, or around me for that matter." He said, his honesty saddening. For some reason, he didn't want this girl to leave. He tried to be honest, though he was scared his life would scare her away. "I hate these dreams. Maybe sleeping with someone would help. But who would stay with me like that?" He said, not really wanting an answer.

His mind began to get a bit foggy, but this fog was sleep. Not bad fog, like he used to get when he had his spells. He stumbled again, this time, he hit the ground. "Ouch..." He said, not even trying to stand. He needed to sleep. He would die soon without it.
"Norah, would you?" He asked, hoping she know what he meant.

Issac walked with the girl he still didn't know the name of. They strolled along the dark cave. He looked over and saw that her face was fine and had healed. It was a good thing to that she had no scars. I saw this one as a problem fixed and decided to let the incident go. He didn't need this also weighing down on him. He was glad she was okay though.

"Uh, like professional help and such? Nah, doesn't work. No pills, no medication, no drugs. Nothing." He said, is voice full of despair. He wished there could be away to stop the dreams. He wanted to have a full nights sleep for once in the last year. He thought if he didn't get a little, he'd die. He stumbled a little, finally realizing just how tired he was.
"I forgot to mention, I'm Issac. Issac Keeper." He said, finally introducing himself.

Issac laughed a bit, "Well, I don't think I'm going to die from a little scratch. I think I'll be okay." He said with a smile.
Issac knew he had to face the fact of explaining to her why he had attacked her. To be honest, he almost didn't remember himself. Though, he did know what happened. It was what had always happened. He went crazy. He saw her as the demons that haunt him and prevent his sleep. He didn't want to kill her, per say. Just what he thought she was.

"I, haven't slept in...weeks. I have, paranoia, and thought you were....a demon. I see these...things...in my dreams." He choked out, in some sort of explanation. "I thought you were one of them, come to destroy me, like they do in my dreams." He said again, his voice small. He hated talking about this, and that is why he never did. He has never told anybody. Well, some people know, but it is because of his rants. He used to scream and yell in the streets as he would run away from these things. These monsters.
"Like I said, I thought you were one. I was having a hallucination, and I attacked. I am, so sorry. But, I helped you. Well, the water did anyway. I was just conveniently here." He said, running his hand through his hair.

Issac turned on his heel, and looked at her. He couldn't believe after all that, she was still concerning over him. Issac's hand moved up and touched the spot where he seemed to be bleeding. He looked at his fingers. He really was bleeding.
Huh.
"Its only a scratch, I'll heal. Why are you still concerning over me?" He said questioningly. It didn't make sense. She didn't run out of here in terror. She didn't attack and hurt him, like she should have. It was what he deserved.
"Why? You should have run out of here in terror, or attacked me. Why didn't you?" He asked again, sincerely wanting an answer for what was happening. Then he realized, he didn't even know her name. And she didn't know him. He had attacked a stranger, a complete and utter stranger. And here she stood, still wanting to help him for a tiny scratch.
He was confused. Worse then usual this time.

Issac stood and walked over to the girl. She was burned, badly. Not deathly, but he was sure she felt like it was. He had felt the power of fire. He had the power, and sometimes, couldn't control it. He knew how this felt. He reached a hand up and touched her wound.
"This, is bad. But, you'll be okay. I can help you. Please, just stay still." He said, trying to calm the girl down. He knew the truth. He had had a fit, and hurt this girl. He knew he did it, there was no mistaking that. This was on his hands.

He dug in his pocket until he found a small vial of water. This would do the trick. "Okay, I need you to stay very still." He told her. He grabbed under her chin and lifted her head slowly. Issac opened her mouth and with his own, tore the lid of the water. "This will help, but, it'll hurt a little." He poured the water down her throat, and stepped in closer. "I'm sorry, but this is the only way to activate this." He said, pushing his palm against her chest and pushing a small amount of fire into her, just enough to activate the potion.
"There, the wounds will heal quickly." He said, stepping away from her to give her the space she probably needed.

"I am sorry, this is my fault. I'm a little...broken. I think I will take my leave, so you don't have to be frightened anymore." He said, bowing to her and picking up his mask. "Again, I'm sorry. Goodbye."

((Sorrys everybody!))

Issac was about to destroy the thing when he heard its voice. It was small and...girlish. It was pleading him to stop. She was pleading him to stop. His vision cleared and now he saw clearly. Issac saw his own hands burning the face of this girl whom he thought was a demon. Now she was vulnerable and a victim of his own paranoia. Issac quickly released his grasp and fell to the ground besides her. He quickly crawled away and the tears came to his eyes.
"I'm...I'm so sorry. I thought...I thought...you were..oh I'm so sorry." He cried, balling himself up and putting his head on his knees and hugging himself close. He was now angry at himself, and fire began in his own hands, burning himself. He couldn't help it, and he didn't stop it.
"Please....I'm sorry..." He cried again. Then, the fog took him. And he was gone.

A few seconds later he looked up and saw the frightened girl, and questioned what had happened here. Why was he here? What was he doing here? Jesus, he was tired.
"H-Hello? I'm sorry, where are we? What happened here?" He asked, not a clue of the situation he was in.

Issac stood hurriedly stood and ran over to it. Without thinking he put both his hands on the side of its head, fire now heating the floor and the flames rising in between his fingers. He breathed heavily, his hair falling around his face and he looked into its eyes.
"Who are you!" Issac screamed in fury. He didn't know why they wanted to kill him, but he wasn't about to let it leave without answers.
"Tell me who you are and why you are trying to kill me!" He screamed again, his rage growing out of control now, the flames growing higher. Issac never noticed that this was not a monster, that it was no demon. He was paranoid, and restless. To him, this had now taken on the face of the demons. Its eyes glowed red and bore into him. His own bore back. He wasn't going to die. They were going to leave him alone. This is were in ends.
"TELL ME!!" Issac screamed once more.

Issac heard the footsteps, but dismissed them at first. Then they got louder. One by one. Closer. Closer. Then he saw the dark figure kneel down near him.
'No, no! This is it. They are hear! They are going to take me away! They are gonna kill me! NO! Issac screamed at himself, not wanted to be taken by this creature. He didn't want them to kill him. He didn't want to fight back though. He was struggling with the decision. Die, or live? That was his struggle. His ever going struggle. Today, he would live. Issac made his decision and today, he would live.

Issac watched as the figure reached out a single finger. He waited for his chance to strike. Slowly its finger moved...closer and closer...
'NOW! He screamed to himself. Issac quickly stuck his palm out and struck the figure in the stomach. "GO AWAY!!" He yelled, belting enough force of air from his hand to know the foe into the nearby cave wall, and away from him.

Issac stumbled through the cave, rubbing his eyes and temples. His head hurt so bad, he just wanted to sleep. He fell and hit the cold hard ground. He heard the crack and realized his mask had broken. Now he was sporting a nice crack from top to bottom on the right side. Up the right eye. He grabbed his mask and ripped it off. Issac rolled to his side and curled into a ball. The fall made his ribs hurt.
"Uh...Jesus I just want to sleep!" He yelled. He knew it would do no good. The sleep would bring the nightmares. And the nightmares....he couldn't handle. The images of the dark demons that sneak up on him, and ravage him. They stab, and bite, and destroy his body. He seems them now. All around. They follow him, chase him sometimes. He was definitely scared to sleep. Very scared of the demons. Its terrible. He...he wants to die.
'Why?! Why can't I just die?!' He thought, rubbing his neck. His past...

Issac's eyes fluttered open, and he realized he was on the floor. He sat up slowly, and it seemed no one really had noticed, nor cared. He stood slowly, balancing himself on a table. He reached up and straightened his mask. He realized that the fall had cracked it. Now a small shard was missing and the mask was full of cracks, yet it stayed together. Sort of like him. He dusted himself off, and walked out of the cafe. Not caring where he would end up now. Just needed to go.

Issac calmed his breathing, and finally stopped snapping. He realized that it was just his imagination. No one had followed him. He flinched at the voice of the girl. I'm out of here. I need sleep, and won't get it here. Just so...tired... He thought, his thoughts now lulling. He stood slowly, his eyes drooping. He walked slowly, and before he knew he hit the ground. The darkness took him, and he passed out from exhaustion.

Issac stumbled in, fixing his mask and pulling his hood over his head. He always wore the mask, even if he didn't need it. Scared of what people may think of him. He snapped his fingers quickly and found the smallest table in the back and sat down, fidgeting, not able to stay still.
Was that someone following me or just my imagination? Sheesh, this is getting worse. The nightmares, the hallucinations, and memory loss. He thought to himself.
He wish he could forget the dreams, but he can't. He never can escape the horrible dreams he often woke up screaming to. His snapping got faster, the fire working up into his hand, the air growing it faster. A spark flew, landing on the table. A small fire started and he quickly put it out.
"Why can't this just be over? I can't take it any longer..." He said softly to himself.