Post by Satine Purpureo on Aug 25, 2010 19:53:00 GMT -5
Name: Satine Purpureo
Division: Two
Current Rank: Lieutenant
Desired Rank: Cap-i-tan
Holder of desired rank: N/A
Sorry, I'm using the same one as before. But here is a link to a fight :3
Division: Two
Current Rank: Lieutenant
Desired Rank: Cap-i-tan
Holder of desired rank: N/A
Sorry, I'm using the same one as before. But here is a link to a fight :3
Quoth the Raven- Nevermore
Satine filled up her hands with the salty water, and poured it down her dry throat once again. She slowly coughed it out, letting the liquid wet her throat at least a tiny bit before going back to that terribly dry thirst. It really hurt, feeling the liquid that was supposed to rejuvenate her, claw at her tissues that used to work so well. It had been days before anything better than that had touched her lips however, and she would have liked to remember the last time she had eaten well. But life in the Rukongai was hard.
She had been working, her fuddled mind worked to remember. Satine had been forgotten in the eightieth division of the large Rukongai when she had come to the Soul Society, and life, as she had found out, did not treat people well there. It was filled with the scum and dirty mould of the Society, and to Satine’s immanent horror, she came to find that even she belonged there. Sadly, the only way to really make a living there was to be become scum. Satine had found out the despair that was starvation and lack of shelter. On countless occasions, she had felt the desperation that led to terrible duties.
Satine had learnt nothing to help her with this lifestyle from her mother. She had learnt how to sow, and how court a man. She had learnt how to survive in the king’s court, and she had learnt about herbs. But nothing, nothing, had ever prepared her for this. She had reached such levels of disparity, that she found herself cursing her mother one moment, and then wishing for her the next. She had found herself a job however, if not a very self-gratifying one. But it did provide food on some occasions.
She worked at one of the many bars that dotted this part of the Rukongai. The bars were usually situated beside a nice, lovely brothel, or something more sinister, that Satine didn’t care to know about. She was an unusually innocent patron of the division. Most likely, she was the only virgin inside it. Something that she had to keep secret of course. If the men of the division knew, it would be lost before she could even say fish. No, it was better they think her a common whore than a virgin. So she didn’t complain when they grabbed her ass, and she only gritted her teeth when they reached a hand up her thigh.
And she got by okay. She wasn’t the happiest person on the planet, but she also wasn’t the worst off in her division. But this time, it had all gone wrong. She was working her shift in the sweaty bar, with the usual patrons and assholes feeling her up. The drinks on her tray were as cold and compensating as usual, and Satine’s arms were finally not in pain, and quite comfortable with the heavy tray. Shifting her weight a bit, she reached for her water glass that she kept on her tray with her to keep it safe. And took a long cool sip. If she had known what was coming next, she would have taken a much longer one.
All through the night she drank the water, and served drinks, falling into a robotic movement, her mind removed from the chaos. So much so, that she barely was aware of the people around her. Her purple hair that was tied back in a safe knot, was becoming loose with her own sweat, and her uniform, which was beyond smutty, stuck to her own body. Blearily, she blundered through the tables until she finally got off work. She stumbled outside of the bar, retching and not knowing why. A man followed her out, and helping her up, he smiled softly. And then Satine forgot.
-
She woke up later, in dirt and humiliation. Her body was desiccated and torn with fresh pain. Too weak to move, and feeling sick with her own horror, the most she could do was to roll over and hope to puke not near herself. She tried to sort herself out, looking around her, and searching for clues for what could have happened to make it come to this. All she saw was a closed door, and a bucket of water. Almost hungrily she pulled the water to herself, and reached her hands in to spoon it up to her pleading mouth. Only to have the disappointment of finding it to be salt water.
Trying to calm her churning stomach, she leaned her naked back up against the wall, and tried to sort things out. She had been at work. She had left work. And now she was here. After a moment, Satine realized that it was completely impossible to gain clues from that. Sighing, she leaned back and accepted that. It was to be expected after all, bad luck like this. Satine’s entire life, and after life had been built upon bad luck. And so she would take this divine punishment, and use it to her advantage. Or just wait for escape.
-
Day after day, Satine grew weaker and weaker after she was only fed small snacks and salt water. Another unlucky thing was she was the stupid type of soul that needed the energy that came form food. And day after day she grew angrier and angrier. This seemed to be some sort of torture that she just couldn’t take any longer. She had to drink the water. And that brings us to the present.
Now Satine just was. It wasn’t called living, or surviving, but it was called hopelessness. She no longer hoped for escape or for a rescue because she was too weak to care now. She took each day as it came, and waited patiently for death. Until one day, finally, a meal was given to her. It was pushed through the door, and then the door was quickly shut again. For a few moments, Satine didn’t notice it. She had been lying with her back to the door, and her eyes shut, and had been thinking about something else. Anything else was a good memory actually. Even working in that horrible bar.
But when her nose finally picked up the smell of the food, she could hardly keep herself in check. There was bread, rice, chicken, potatoes, beef, peas, and best of all a jug of ice cold water. She tore into the food like a wild animal, eating it all, and making a complete mess of herself. She hadn’t eaten so well in a long time, and it was greatly appreciated. The jug of water she held at bay though. The last time she had drank water, things hadn’t ended so well. She somehow knew though that they wouldn’t open the door once again until it was all gone. So taking her chances, she drank the water.
And oh how the water was appreciated. It was better than anything she could ever have imagined drinking even in her human life, and never again would she short change it. And even at that moment, she didn’t care about the consequences. She would drink the entire jug. She actually found that she craved for the blissful hours of forgetting that she would gain while the men did hell knew what to her body. She would take it willingly if only for the water. And so it was that when Satine put down the jug, her hand blurred, a door opened, and she became lucid once again as the drug took over her pain wracked body.
-
Must have been more concentrated this time
Was her first thought. And her second was
Fuck this hurts
And there was an obvious reason for this. This time, as they had their way with her, they had obviously decided to pile on more pain to the already dreadful toll that her body had taken. This time, she had cigarette burn marks, and little cuts all over her body. Her entire body was sore form the past few days or so’s antics as well. Yup. Defiantly more concentrated this time to put her out so well and for so long. At least they hadn’t tried to heal them. Satine hated that. Never again, did she want to see anymore of that type of thing.
A few days or so went by, and it seemed that the men were less patient. Again a tray arrived with food and water. Satine pondered why they felt the need to get rid of her mind each time. Could it be that they felt guilt? But guilty feelings from men in the eightieth division? Was that even possible. Satine was ready this time though. It had not been too long this time since she had, had some water, so she was stronger this time. Again she ate the food, but after a few moments of staring long lily at the water, she dumped it on her own head, and refreshed herself that way. And then she waited.
Again the door opened, and a hand reached in for the jug to check to see if it was empty. Since it was, they opened the door more, and Satine moved behind it so they would have to come fully in to find her. They walked in, and Satine slipped behind it and ran out. She didn’t have much time though. Slipping down the corridors, she found the best, most available thing to cover herself. The only thing available seemed to be a curtain, so she grabbed that to wrap around herself. As she walked quietly through the house, she realized that she was actually in quite a nice place. But she didn’t have much time to look around. By now of course the man knew she was missing. And of course something like an alarm must have been raised.
Now running, she made her way to the nearest window, and climbed out into an immaculate, what she assumed to be a Japanese style yard. And not taking the time to enjoy it, she ran. Through the garden, and past the ornamental bridge and river, and finally the wall of the house was distantly in sight. But at the same time as she rejoiced, she also wept inside for it was still quite far, and she was weary. But nevertheless, she ran on, her breath coming out in a panting complain.
And then slowly dread grew inside her. There were the guards that she was expecting at any moment, and her breath turned into ragged sobs. But she still ran on. She had no weapon, and no hope of escape really, but she would rather die than be recaptured, so might as well put up as best a fight as she could. So she ran as fast as she could in her current state, which wasn’t really fast, and ran straight to the man who had done this to her. He was there among the guards, holding an ornamental katana and a sultry smirk.
So Satine ran to him, in a crazed and utterly stupid state. She hated this man more than her after life living thing that was going on. She ran, and at the last second, dived. She dived between his legs, and kicked punched him hard between the legs as she went. That would make sure that he couldn’t have children any longer, she hoped at least. But he seemed to be ready for that, because after she went through, he manfully turned around, ignoring his own pain and cut Satine. And since she was unable to guard, she went into a white rage.
He sliced her in the arm, and Satine grew white with rage. She screamed with pent up anger, and ran at the nearest guard. Pretending to go to punch him in the face, she faked out and swept out his legs from under him, taking his katana easily from him, she stabbed him through not even taking a moment to feel sorry. It was her first kill, but it wouldn’t be her last. Her body was caked with blood, sweat, dirt, tears and who knows what. And she was blind with hot anger, from the past few weeks, or months of her death.
Blindly, she cut and parried, with horrible scarlet rage. She paid no mind to the damages her own body was taking, but only wanted to see the blood of her enemies pour out. So she cut and felt the warmth of blood from her despised enemies and herself spill out onto her body, drenching her in blood, and cleaning away the tears to replace it with something more despicable.
And finally the last guard fell, and she was left with just the man. He was still fightable even through the pain she had given him earlier, and although she was waving on her feet from pain, fatigue, and emotions, she wanted to feel the satisfaction of that final kill. So Satine walked forwards and challenged him in the style of those famous shinigami.
“I will fight you sir, for my freedom, and my last shred of honour. And I am sorry, but today you have no choice.†Her voice was croaky, and weak from not making much sound for so long, and she just sounded pitiful, but that’s what she was hoping for. She wanted him to fight her.
Spitting, her tormenter sneered at her. “Alright little bitch. I’ll fight you to the point of death. But I won’t kill you. I want to still keep you as my sex toy. But next time, no drug. Only me and your screams will grace your lips from now on.†And he took his stance. He really was a despicable soul.
And Satine took her’s. She pulled away the makeshift clothing of the curtain, no longer caring about him seeing her body, since it was obvious he had seen it for quite some time now, and obviously appreciated it. Taking her katana, she rushed him, and the battle began. She went to strike him right in his putrid heart, but he blocked and diverted the sword to the left, leaving an open space for him to stab her. So Satine leapt away.
Taking a step back, she seriously looked at her situation. This man had practice with the sword and was healthy and strong, whilst she had no practice and was weak and broken. He had arrogance, and she had anger. He was an asshole, and she was a crazy bitch. She would make that work for her somehow. Rushing towards him again, she kicked at his legs, and he jumped away and then moved forwards. Twisting around, Satine lifted her sword to strike it downwards, but as she twisted, he came forward, slashing at her all the way.
Satine had expected this, so she ducked and brought her sword up, gutting him cleanly through the stomach. A few panted breaths came from both their lips, and they were both silent for a few choice seconds. Then Satine slowly dragged her sword free, relishing the pained sounds that she drew from the man’s lips. Then she pulled it out all the way, and wiped it on the man’s shirt. He fell to his knees, gasping, and Satine spit in his face. And then she did something she had wanted to do for quite some time.
Bringing her hands up, she fingered him with both her middle fingers, and she spat at him. “Fuck off asshat.†And then she made a foolish, beginner’s mistake. She turned her back on her enemy whilst he still lived, and she only realized her mistake when she felt a sweet agony cross her back, starting at the bottom of the curve of her right hipbone, and ending at the top of her right shoulder blade.
Her world went white with the pain of it. And her breath came in short gasps. This was even worse than when her head was removed from her body. That had lasted for a simple second, while a single second seemed to last for eons. And in her ear, she felt warm breath, and a some panted, pain filled words. “I think I should say, thanks for the fucking. But instead I’ll say, you weren’t worth the trouble.†And then he died. He drew his last breath because of her, and that was something Satine rejoiced in. Although her body stayed still.
Stiffly, she took up the curtain and tied it tightly around her to stop the bleeding at least a little. She didn’t know how she could withstand just falling over and fainting, but she believed it had something to do with her survival instinct. She could do that once she got out of there. So, she calmly made her way to the house’s gate, and walked out in to the fifteenth division of the Rukongai to find some tea, and a nice bed. Her thoughts skidded around her mind like a newly born fawn on ice. And then she found that she was face down in the dirt. She rejoiced for a the dirt a bit as well, before falling into a demented, fever ridden sleep that she dearly hoped to wake up from.
Satine filled up her hands with the salty water, and poured it down her dry throat once again. She slowly coughed it out, letting the liquid wet her throat at least a tiny bit before going back to that terribly dry thirst. It really hurt, feeling the liquid that was supposed to rejuvenate her, claw at her tissues that used to work so well. It had been days before anything better than that had touched her lips however, and she would have liked to remember the last time she had eaten well. But life in the Rukongai was hard.
She had been working, her fuddled mind worked to remember. Satine had been forgotten in the eightieth division of the large Rukongai when she had come to the Soul Society, and life, as she had found out, did not treat people well there. It was filled with the scum and dirty mould of the Society, and to Satine’s immanent horror, she came to find that even she belonged there. Sadly, the only way to really make a living there was to be become scum. Satine had found out the despair that was starvation and lack of shelter. On countless occasions, she had felt the desperation that led to terrible duties.
Satine had learnt nothing to help her with this lifestyle from her mother. She had learnt how to sow, and how court a man. She had learnt how to survive in the king’s court, and she had learnt about herbs. But nothing, nothing, had ever prepared her for this. She had reached such levels of disparity, that she found herself cursing her mother one moment, and then wishing for her the next. She had found herself a job however, if not a very self-gratifying one. But it did provide food on some occasions.
She worked at one of the many bars that dotted this part of the Rukongai. The bars were usually situated beside a nice, lovely brothel, or something more sinister, that Satine didn’t care to know about. She was an unusually innocent patron of the division. Most likely, she was the only virgin inside it. Something that she had to keep secret of course. If the men of the division knew, it would be lost before she could even say fish. No, it was better they think her a common whore than a virgin. So she didn’t complain when they grabbed her ass, and she only gritted her teeth when they reached a hand up her thigh.
And she got by okay. She wasn’t the happiest person on the planet, but she also wasn’t the worst off in her division. But this time, it had all gone wrong. She was working her shift in the sweaty bar, with the usual patrons and assholes feeling her up. The drinks on her tray were as cold and compensating as usual, and Satine’s arms were finally not in pain, and quite comfortable with the heavy tray. Shifting her weight a bit, she reached for her water glass that she kept on her tray with her to keep it safe. And took a long cool sip. If she had known what was coming next, she would have taken a much longer one.
All through the night she drank the water, and served drinks, falling into a robotic movement, her mind removed from the chaos. So much so, that she barely was aware of the people around her. Her purple hair that was tied back in a safe knot, was becoming loose with her own sweat, and her uniform, which was beyond smutty, stuck to her own body. Blearily, she blundered through the tables until she finally got off work. She stumbled outside of the bar, retching and not knowing why. A man followed her out, and helping her up, he smiled softly. And then Satine forgot.
-
She woke up later, in dirt and humiliation. Her body was desiccated and torn with fresh pain. Too weak to move, and feeling sick with her own horror, the most she could do was to roll over and hope to puke not near herself. She tried to sort herself out, looking around her, and searching for clues for what could have happened to make it come to this. All she saw was a closed door, and a bucket of water. Almost hungrily she pulled the water to herself, and reached her hands in to spoon it up to her pleading mouth. Only to have the disappointment of finding it to be salt water.
Trying to calm her churning stomach, she leaned her naked back up against the wall, and tried to sort things out. She had been at work. She had left work. And now she was here. After a moment, Satine realized that it was completely impossible to gain clues from that. Sighing, she leaned back and accepted that. It was to be expected after all, bad luck like this. Satine’s entire life, and after life had been built upon bad luck. And so she would take this divine punishment, and use it to her advantage. Or just wait for escape.
-
Day after day, Satine grew weaker and weaker after she was only fed small snacks and salt water. Another unlucky thing was she was the stupid type of soul that needed the energy that came form food. And day after day she grew angrier and angrier. This seemed to be some sort of torture that she just couldn’t take any longer. She had to drink the water. And that brings us to the present.
Now Satine just was. It wasn’t called living, or surviving, but it was called hopelessness. She no longer hoped for escape or for a rescue because she was too weak to care now. She took each day as it came, and waited patiently for death. Until one day, finally, a meal was given to her. It was pushed through the door, and then the door was quickly shut again. For a few moments, Satine didn’t notice it. She had been lying with her back to the door, and her eyes shut, and had been thinking about something else. Anything else was a good memory actually. Even working in that horrible bar.
But when her nose finally picked up the smell of the food, she could hardly keep herself in check. There was bread, rice, chicken, potatoes, beef, peas, and best of all a jug of ice cold water. She tore into the food like a wild animal, eating it all, and making a complete mess of herself. She hadn’t eaten so well in a long time, and it was greatly appreciated. The jug of water she held at bay though. The last time she had drank water, things hadn’t ended so well. She somehow knew though that they wouldn’t open the door once again until it was all gone. So taking her chances, she drank the water.
And oh how the water was appreciated. It was better than anything she could ever have imagined drinking even in her human life, and never again would she short change it. And even at that moment, she didn’t care about the consequences. She would drink the entire jug. She actually found that she craved for the blissful hours of forgetting that she would gain while the men did hell knew what to her body. She would take it willingly if only for the water. And so it was that when Satine put down the jug, her hand blurred, a door opened, and she became lucid once again as the drug took over her pain wracked body.
-
Must have been more concentrated this time
Was her first thought. And her second was
Fuck this hurts
And there was an obvious reason for this. This time, as they had their way with her, they had obviously decided to pile on more pain to the already dreadful toll that her body had taken. This time, she had cigarette burn marks, and little cuts all over her body. Her entire body was sore form the past few days or so’s antics as well. Yup. Defiantly more concentrated this time to put her out so well and for so long. At least they hadn’t tried to heal them. Satine hated that. Never again, did she want to see anymore of that type of thing.
A few days or so went by, and it seemed that the men were less patient. Again a tray arrived with food and water. Satine pondered why they felt the need to get rid of her mind each time. Could it be that they felt guilt? But guilty feelings from men in the eightieth division? Was that even possible. Satine was ready this time though. It had not been too long this time since she had, had some water, so she was stronger this time. Again she ate the food, but after a few moments of staring long lily at the water, she dumped it on her own head, and refreshed herself that way. And then she waited.
Again the door opened, and a hand reached in for the jug to check to see if it was empty. Since it was, they opened the door more, and Satine moved behind it so they would have to come fully in to find her. They walked in, and Satine slipped behind it and ran out. She didn’t have much time though. Slipping down the corridors, she found the best, most available thing to cover herself. The only thing available seemed to be a curtain, so she grabbed that to wrap around herself. As she walked quietly through the house, she realized that she was actually in quite a nice place. But she didn’t have much time to look around. By now of course the man knew she was missing. And of course something like an alarm must have been raised.
Now running, she made her way to the nearest window, and climbed out into an immaculate, what she assumed to be a Japanese style yard. And not taking the time to enjoy it, she ran. Through the garden, and past the ornamental bridge and river, and finally the wall of the house was distantly in sight. But at the same time as she rejoiced, she also wept inside for it was still quite far, and she was weary. But nevertheless, she ran on, her breath coming out in a panting complain.
And then slowly dread grew inside her. There were the guards that she was expecting at any moment, and her breath turned into ragged sobs. But she still ran on. She had no weapon, and no hope of escape really, but she would rather die than be recaptured, so might as well put up as best a fight as she could. So she ran as fast as she could in her current state, which wasn’t really fast, and ran straight to the man who had done this to her. He was there among the guards, holding an ornamental katana and a sultry smirk.
So Satine ran to him, in a crazed and utterly stupid state. She hated this man more than her after life living thing that was going on. She ran, and at the last second, dived. She dived between his legs, and kicked punched him hard between the legs as she went. That would make sure that he couldn’t have children any longer, she hoped at least. But he seemed to be ready for that, because after she went through, he manfully turned around, ignoring his own pain and cut Satine. And since she was unable to guard, she went into a white rage.
He sliced her in the arm, and Satine grew white with rage. She screamed with pent up anger, and ran at the nearest guard. Pretending to go to punch him in the face, she faked out and swept out his legs from under him, taking his katana easily from him, she stabbed him through not even taking a moment to feel sorry. It was her first kill, but it wouldn’t be her last. Her body was caked with blood, sweat, dirt, tears and who knows what. And she was blind with hot anger, from the past few weeks, or months of her death.
Blindly, she cut and parried, with horrible scarlet rage. She paid no mind to the damages her own body was taking, but only wanted to see the blood of her enemies pour out. So she cut and felt the warmth of blood from her despised enemies and herself spill out onto her body, drenching her in blood, and cleaning away the tears to replace it with something more despicable.
And finally the last guard fell, and she was left with just the man. He was still fightable even through the pain she had given him earlier, and although she was waving on her feet from pain, fatigue, and emotions, she wanted to feel the satisfaction of that final kill. So Satine walked forwards and challenged him in the style of those famous shinigami.
“I will fight you sir, for my freedom, and my last shred of honour. And I am sorry, but today you have no choice.†Her voice was croaky, and weak from not making much sound for so long, and she just sounded pitiful, but that’s what she was hoping for. She wanted him to fight her.
Spitting, her tormenter sneered at her. “Alright little bitch. I’ll fight you to the point of death. But I won’t kill you. I want to still keep you as my sex toy. But next time, no drug. Only me and your screams will grace your lips from now on.†And he took his stance. He really was a despicable soul.
And Satine took her’s. She pulled away the makeshift clothing of the curtain, no longer caring about him seeing her body, since it was obvious he had seen it for quite some time now, and obviously appreciated it. Taking her katana, she rushed him, and the battle began. She went to strike him right in his putrid heart, but he blocked and diverted the sword to the left, leaving an open space for him to stab her. So Satine leapt away.
Taking a step back, she seriously looked at her situation. This man had practice with the sword and was healthy and strong, whilst she had no practice and was weak and broken. He had arrogance, and she had anger. He was an asshole, and she was a crazy bitch. She would make that work for her somehow. Rushing towards him again, she kicked at his legs, and he jumped away and then moved forwards. Twisting around, Satine lifted her sword to strike it downwards, but as she twisted, he came forward, slashing at her all the way.
Satine had expected this, so she ducked and brought her sword up, gutting him cleanly through the stomach. A few panted breaths came from both their lips, and they were both silent for a few choice seconds. Then Satine slowly dragged her sword free, relishing the pained sounds that she drew from the man’s lips. Then she pulled it out all the way, and wiped it on the man’s shirt. He fell to his knees, gasping, and Satine spit in his face. And then she did something she had wanted to do for quite some time.
Bringing her hands up, she fingered him with both her middle fingers, and she spat at him. “Fuck off asshat.†And then she made a foolish, beginner’s mistake. She turned her back on her enemy whilst he still lived, and she only realized her mistake when she felt a sweet agony cross her back, starting at the bottom of the curve of her right hipbone, and ending at the top of her right shoulder blade.
Her world went white with the pain of it. And her breath came in short gasps. This was even worse than when her head was removed from her body. That had lasted for a simple second, while a single second seemed to last for eons. And in her ear, she felt warm breath, and a some panted, pain filled words. “I think I should say, thanks for the fucking. But instead I’ll say, you weren’t worth the trouble.†And then he died. He drew his last breath because of her, and that was something Satine rejoiced in. Although her body stayed still.
Stiffly, she took up the curtain and tied it tightly around her to stop the bleeding at least a little. She didn’t know how she could withstand just falling over and fainting, but she believed it had something to do with her survival instinct. She could do that once she got out of there. So, she calmly made her way to the house’s gate, and walked out in to the fifteenth division of the Rukongai to find some tea, and a nice bed. Her thoughts skidded around her mind like a newly born fawn on ice. And then she found that she was face down in the dirt. She rejoiced for a the dirt a bit as well, before falling into a demented, fever ridden sleep that she dearly hoped to wake up from.
