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miss-kartilla · 11 years
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((lul it's Nebel))
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((creating a new rp blog soon))
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((I ship you 2))
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I’ve realised that I AM Prince Vince… "Life is a misery, a totally meaningless misery" It’s totally hilarious that a character from a series for children has some kind of “disorder” like depression.. :”D I mean.. It obvious, isn’t it? 
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Panda in the rain
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I Am A Burrito of Sadness by Jillian Fleck
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miss-kartilla · 11 years
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Kartilla's unmarked grave.
((So that's the end of Kartilla. This character will no longer be apart of the rp. I am planning on rping as a new character in the near future. I need to start thinking. Thank you for playing with me.))
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Kartilla was wracked with anxiety. She was unsure about the future relationship with her brother and sister. The previous events showed a lot how Nebel might really feel about her. She couldn’t face Janice if he decided to tell her that she was willing to sleep with him ever since he came on to her. Since her education was limited, she had very little to try for in the work force besides minimum wage. She struck up a deal with Edgar to help pay for renting a flat every month in exchange for sanctuary.
That didn’t sit well with her, bothering another couple with her presence. Maybe she can be on her own, find a very little place of her own, or find a person in her same position. The overlapping thoughts and doubts made her internally ill.
Why did it have to be this way? Things were so perfect. She had a beautiful family and a new baby nephew and niece on the way. 
Kartilla concluded she never changed from her days with Sir Toshiaki Yamamoto. She may have been kinder. But was still selfish, promiscuous and every bit damaged. She couldn’t function without a man in her life, or anyone with her for that matter. Oh Edgar, that lovable oaf. Well there was one achievement she made during her supposed change. Her relationship with Edgar transformed. Though it will never erase the scars she gave him. Especially the fear he derived from strangers.
She could never return to the dreaded Sir Toshiaki. Was he even dreaded anymore? She paid no attention to news papers so why bother wondering?
Kartilla did not want to give up yet. She’d give Janice and Nebel their space and try to commune with Edgar and Cecelia. She hoped in time Edgar can obtain a better job to keep up house payments on his own so she can leave him and his family to themselves.
 With a newspaper in hand, she counted down street numbers to find the home of a greatly exalted doctor.
“194....196...198...” she counted down the building numbers. Not knowing a pair of zestful, almond-shaped eyes were watching her. A little too close for comfort.
“ ‘Allo Madam!”
Kartilla shrieked, stepping back momentarily. Upon seeing who it was she let out a long breath, “H hello Sire.”
Sir Toshiaki Yamamoto straightened his collar and smoothed out the front of his suit with a cocky grin, “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Kartilla thought her old lover could only acknowledge her for two reasons. Either to berate or harass her, none too interested in killing her anymore. “Not at all, um...” she showed him a small section of the newspaper displaying the place of residence of a psychiatrist, “Do you know how to find 202 Cove street? The numbers seem to stop here.”
“202 Cove street,” Toshiaki repeated, “Yes, I believe so. Follow me.”
Kartilla obeyed, following him, the day turning to dusk as the sun sank behind the tallest buildings and the sky turned deep orange.
“Why, that would be the home of Dr. Stepanavich,” Toshiaki said, “One of the best psychiatrists in town. What would you need to see him about?”
“I may have gotten better, but I’m still not well,” she admitted. “I’ve even ruined my family because of the way I am.”
“Well that is quite unfortunate, my dear,” he turned down a street, she followed.
“Sire, what do you suggest someone do when they always think lustful and violent thoughts?”
Toshiaki thought, “Hmm, I’m thinking instead of you looking for this doctor, perhaps I can be of some assistance. Help you rid of all of these thoughts, yes?”
Kartilla forced a chuckle, “Heh, you? No offense, Sire, but you're pretty messed up.”
He seemed unfazed, “Well the reason as to why all of these bad habits of mine are near gone, is because of my Aya.”
Kartilla has noticed his changed behavior, “Huh.”
“She helped me get through it. She's a surgeon but she's very good with psychology.”
“I had a boyfriend...briefly, and he made everything better, so I totally get it,” Kartilla said, “But still I can't wait to find a new boyfriend before I change. I want to be better on my own.”
“Like I said, perhaps I can help. Aya has taught me all she knows about psychology. And I believe that no harm will be done during the process.”
Kartilla was desperate, and Toshiaki was insistent, she hadn’t a lot of options, “I’ll take you up on your offer, Sire, and I’ll pay you back however I can.”
He only shook his head, “Oh no, no payment is needed.”
That bothered Kartilla, like a piece of his old self shined through, “And just what are you up to, mister?”
Toshiaki looked at his gloved hands, “I don’t know...how do you feel about dinner for you and I?”
“Oh my,” Kartilla was taken aback, “Are you sure?”
“Why of course! On me.”
She was delighted, his personality changed so pleasantly, Oh Sire, I'm surprised by this. Thank you. I'd love to dine with you. Do you mind if I call you Toshiaki?”
“Not at all, Kartilla, come,” he led her a different route to whatever restaurant or bistro he planned in bringing her. 
She followed obediently, “There must be some way for me to repay you, you’re being so generous.”
“No no! ‘Tis alright!” It felt strange for her to see him this way, despite his jovial attitude. It almost required suspicion. This was the man who would kill prostitutes and torture her, his engineer, his assistant and homeless men. Maybe he was more successful in his change than she was. It was almost insulting.
“Can I confide in you Si...Toshiaki?” she said after a few blocks.
He flashed her an expression she registered as an okay.
“The reason I need help is because...my brother Nebel came onto me, and....and I was willing to sleep with him,” she sighed ashamedly, disgusted with herself, “Why would I consider sleeping with someone I call brother and betray my sister? I hurt them both too many times...why do I even bother trying to rekindle our relationship again?”
Toshiaki put a hand on her shoulder, “Lust is but a curse at most times. Desire, ambition, all of that. It leads to pain and scars on your loved ones.”
His words were so sincere, she wondered if he been through the same thing, “If I just resisted him I probably could've avoided all this pain. They might not let me see my nephew when he's born.” Kartilla’s heart sunk, “I heard they were going to name him Vincent.”
“The unfortunate reality is that sometimes it is not possible to mend it back together again,” Toshiaki said, “Us humans are so selfish, and such fools. It cannot be helped. Lust takes over us and it turns us into monsters. Monsters of desire.”
“Oh Toshiaki...I can't let them go!” Kartilla cried, throwing herself at him, “I love them to death! I wish there was a way to remove parts of my brain where I can't lust after anyone anymore!”
He pet her back, “It is hard to forget. Yet, it is hard to forgive from their point of view,” he made her face him, “Do not worry, though. I will guide you through.”
She smiled faintly, “Thank you Toshi.”
Kartilla had a lot of work to do, but it can wait until after dinner. To her surprise Toshiaki led her to his airship. She started to feel uncomfortable. Though she trusted him with her well-being, she preferred to eat with a crowd around the both of them, “Oh, you cook?”
“Aya has taught me,” he said, leading her up to the entrance, “she's exceedingly well at it. But the place we're going to tonight is much better.”
Kartilla nodded, relieved, “You have good taste, I trust you.”
She wandered the foyer of the ship, it stayed the same since her days on it. She felt a bit of normalcy being inside, like she was meant to be here, “Aya sounds like she's good for you. I'm happy you've found someone.”
“Yes, she is the most wonderful person I've met,” contentment made it’s way in Toshiaki’s conviction, “I'd introduce you to her but she is at the hospital now.’
“Maybe I'll bump into her soon.”
He gestured to his office, “Of course. Now in you go. Go down to the office, please. I will catch up to you in a second.”
Kartilla did as she was told, she waited in the chair opposite of his desk. In the corner stood his cane. The elegant decoration also used as a spear with the cold, razor sharp looking blade at the end. She swallowed, hoping they can leave soon.
Toshiaki finally met her in his office and sat across from her, “Kartilla, bring me my cane, please.”
“Huh?” it took a while to get through her head. Well it did, but all the worst things crossed her mind wondering what he could need it for. She decided she wasn’t giving him enough credit, “Here,” she said, handing it to him. She laughed, “Brings back memories, that old thing.”
Toshiaki began shining the blade with his handkerchief, “Ha, indeed.”
“Do you...still use it?”
“Yes, but for other purposes,” he set it between them, “Now, Kartilla. Do you want to continue living the life you have? Or would you rather choose another one? Something better.”
“I want to be different,” she said, “I want to be better.”
“Perfect. I can help you with that part definitely.”
Kartilla was anxious for any guidance, “So you've said. How?
In an uncomfortable turn of events, Toshiaki handed her the blade end of his cane, he grinned.
“What's this for?” she asked.
Still grinning, he replied, “Take the time to think about it.”
“I wont do it!” she set it down.
He bolted from his seat, “It isn't like you have anything better left in your life. So what's the point? You might as well draw the line. Though if you won't do it, I'll do it for you.”
She glared at him, “I'm not going to quit!”
Her declaration was followed by a pathetic whimper as the head of Toshiaki’s cane plunged through her stomach. He caught her shoulder in his grasp over his desk, holding her in place as he pressed the blade deeper. Thick blood warmed both their hands. Kartilla screamed to the Heavens in endless agony, she attempted to pull herself off the cold steel blade. Even more horribly. Toshiaki began to drag his cane to the side. Desperately, she thrust her trembling thumb into his left eye. He cried out, pulling away from her taking his cane with him, making her cut even wider. Kartilla staggered from Toshiaki’s office, her hands tight over the gash left, her slippery intestines met her fingers. The metallic smell of blood was overwhelming. Nauseous even. Kartilla felt like throwing up and allowing herself to succumb to her pain, but she had to escape. Before Toshiaki came back to finish her. She found the door leading to the outside. Taking one hand off the slit in her stomach, she tried to get the door open, her hand wet with blood debilitating her action. When she finally got it open and breathed in the fresh night air outside...
A sharp stab of pain plunged through the middle of her back.
Kartilla let out a gurgled moan as blood started filling her mouth. She slumped down, trying to hold herself up but the pain was just too much. Too much blood was leaving her body, as evident by the deep red drip trail she left.
Toshiaki returned, his eye was still in tact, only a small trickle of blood ran from his tear duct. Kartilla lay face down on the ground. Her peripheral vision watched him as he approached her. He was not smiling, but she could tell he was proud of his work.
A smile did find his lips as he stepped down on her lower back and yanked out his cane. The puddle beneath her spread rapidly. The next part felt slowed down. The pain was receding and her senses were becoming numb, but also it became difficult to breathe. With her conscious slipping away, she was filled with regret. She’d never see Edgar again, she’ll never know if Janice and Nebel still had feelings left for her, how she’ll never see her niece and nephew born or be apart of their lives. Kartilla’s mind filled with familiar events. She was there for all of them. She saw her father making cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches, or Musey sandwiches as he affectionately referred to them. She saw her brother Dorian screaming and thrashing in his bedroom as her parents tried to calm him. She found herself back in her twenty year old body sleeping with her old boyfriend Kaiser in the alley. Toshiaki took up most of her memories. His desire for solitude, his beatings and fake flattery. Kartilla wanted to pass over this but it would not leave. Especially reliving the harm she inflicted on others. Especially Edgar. Close attention was paid to the types of wounds he received from her. Then there was Janice. The beautiful Janice she grew to love, a love that stemmed from an awkward meeting, leading to a fight. They joined as sister when Nebel came along. Oh that man of hers, Nebel. Naive, gentle and protective. Kartilla’s mind then brought back a memory of her and Edgar playing with the black beetle at the park, watching it fly after tossing it in the air. She was lucky to be loved for even a short while. Luckily she was spared the previous events leading to her alienation when Toshiaki turned her onto her back. From his left hand rose a cleaver that looked like an oversized straight razor. Kartilla’s eyes widened as a glare from the blade shown in her eyes.
Toshiaki brought it down with force across her throat. It only cut halfway. Kartilla’s body convulsed as her breath was taken and blood sprayed like a geyser from the wound. One more hack separated her head from her body. 
“When I mentioned dinner, I didn't mean what you were thinking. Stupid whore.”
Her dying eyes watched Toshiaki sling her headless corpse over his back to the kitchen until everything went gray.
Toshiaki ate heartily that evening, red wine complimenting Kartilla’s savory flesh with onions and carrots. Her bones and liver were saved to make a soup another time. Aya taught him well, except how to dispose of the head properly, which he just chucked in the sewers and relocated his ship so it would be like nothing happened.
                The End.
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miss-kartilla · 11 years
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((Nassor is actually a very bored looking mariachi))
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al bcus dey dunt wish 2 c ne1 else sufer da way (geddit leik gerard) tehy do
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Giovanni Marradi - For You Matthew (by Minh Hai Nguyen)
*dances*
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((Wow, Kartilla's wearing modest clothes, how'd that happen? *giggle*))
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// I know we haven’t RPed on little Eggy but I imagine that when Kartilla gains wittle Edgar’s trust she wraps him up with a blanket and cuddles with him. 
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(mun's fruit studs)
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((Happiness is finally buying and reading Mockingjay))
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