{bring me to L I F E}(Darcy)

[Victoria Cri]

Victoria Addaire Cri

IT’S TRUE, WE’RE ALL A LITTLE insane
BUT IT’S SO CLEAR NOW THAT I AM unchained

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Victoria was in her pajama’s. They were silky and black and oh-so warm. A pair of black moccasins were on her feet, keeping them warm, and a leather jacket protected her from the wind and cold. You would think that the girl was just sitting on the balcony of her apartment or on the roof of her dorm but that was not the case. No, she was in a very secret spot of hers. It was hard to get to it and she had only found it because of her precious wolf. Oh, how she loved the wolf, who was actually standing guard next to her, ears pricked to make sure that no one could sneak up on her. Her cat was curled up in a ball in the girls lap. Victoria stared out across the small pond, trees and shrubberies surrounding her and protecting her.

”Oh, com’on, Vickie! Ya can’t keep up wit’ this. It’s ridiculous!” Vivian told her. Victoria closed her eyes, her head resting lightly on the tree trunk, and imagined that Vivian and Vironica were actually sitting with her. When she had opened up her eyes again, there they were, staring at her. Vivian’s blue-ish eyes were held with concern and Vironica’s held a bit of anger. Within the past month or so, her schizophrenia had gotten worse. Not only did she hear the voices, sometimes she could even see them. But, Victoria had an advantage. She had been able to teach herself to control when her mind imagined up the two personalities.

”Vivian’s right, Tori, you really need to get over that kid. He left for a reason. And he didn’t have the decency to tell you he was leaving. In my eyes, he’s just another Harvey Dent and if he ever shows his face again, I’ll-

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”You’ll do nothing, Niica. I come out her to have a bit of peace!”

”Says the girl who is out in her pj’s at midnight. You long broke curfew. Usually, I’dda been impressed, but this is something you’ve been doing ever since you realized that you were alone again.”[/i] Now Vironica was glaring at her and Victoria had to look away. She tried to put up her barriers, but she was too weak to. She couldn’t even trick her mind into making her two ‘sisters’ disappear.

”Ronnie, ya ain’t helpin’ none. This spot is pretty comfortin’! Ah bet she is over the guy anyway,” Vivian said with a smile. It was creepy how she could see these people. They weren’t real yet they were.

”Niica, I really do just like sitting out here. It gives me some time to think. Time I don’t get.”

The two ‘girls’ looked at Victoria and sighed, giving her a hug. Though she didn’t feel them touch her, she had the urge to hug them back. And she did. And after that, they disappeared and even stayed silent. She gathered the strength to block her own thoughts from her personalities. And then she started to stroke the fur on her little kitten’s back.

The truth was, Victoria truly missed the days she had Darcy. But now, it was like Vincent all over again! Her brother had left her all alone with dad and look what happened to her. Look what she had become! She had never cared for anyone other than her brother until Darcy came along. She seemed to think the world of him. Even if he was more of a hero… well, an anti-hero. And he left her. She had no friends at this school. On the plus, she became friends with a girl named Sky… a girl she hadn’t seen in weeks. Was she doomed to live a solitary life? Maybe crime was the way… at least when she was a villain, she didn’t care what anyone else thought and didn’t care for anyone. Now, she was just a washed up criminal. Not even singing would do anything. She could try to get a singing career, but she missed the thrill of stealing, of late night excursions on weekends and making a name for herself…

Sighing, she decided to do the one thing she knew could get her mind off of everything. As she stroked her cats fur, she stared over the pond and began to sing a favorite song of hers. Bring me to life by Evanescence.

”How can you see into my eyes, like open doors.
Leading you down into my core, where I’ve become so numb.
Without a soul. My spirit sleeping somewhere cold…
Until you find it there and lead me back. Home.”[/i]
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FEAR IS ONLY IN OUR mind
TAKING OVER ALL THE time

|STATUS| thread in progress
|WORD COUNT| 767
|COSTARRING| darcy
|WARDROBE| silky, thick, Black Pajama’s, black moccasins, and a leather jacket
|OOC NOTES| Sorry if it is too long. Hope you like the post:P
|CREDITS| lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by me, shannon(harley)

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[Darcy Leone]

Darcy was halfway up the balcony when he heard a woman singing. Familiarity in the voice made him wonder. Could it be? He thought as fingers gripped the bricks of the massive appartment complex. He could have take the stairs. But this was more subtle. Darcy had a lot of explaining to do, with Victoria.

Two feet from the top. Pulling himself up, the boy in black hid in the shadows, staring at the girl in front of him. It was her. A voice emerged from the shadows, and it was a darker voice. However, the distinct ring of it should've related to Victoria's memory. Funny thing, he was wearing his vigilante clothing. All black. Therefor, he blended into the shadows. This would at first freak her out, but he didn't wanna risk taking a direct approach. He knew how women were... He was gone a while.

[blue]"It's not safe to be out at night. Getting up here's easy."[/blue]

[Victoria Cri]

Victoria Addaire Cri

IT’S TRUE, WE’RE ALL A LITTLE insane
BUT IT’S SO CLEAR NOW THAT I AM unchained

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At first, the singing helped and it seemed to relax her. But not everything lasts and soon, she felt a small tear drop roll down her cheek. No, she refused to go through this again. Maybe dad was right. She was always going to be a nobody, something no one would ever want or love. So why not just return to the life she knew and adored. Besides, when she was stealing or in Arkham, no one ever screwed around with her. The girl lightly bit her cheek, just heard enough to make sure no more tears would roll. It was strange how that worked. Some people pinched themselves, she bit. And it worked for her.

The sound of a growl suddenly became apparent and Vickie knew that her wolf/huskie hybrid was warning her. Chaos sensed the presence of something else in the area. What a good pet. Well, at least that was what she thought until she saw him sit down; ears pricked and tongue lolling as if happy of content about something. Maybe it had been a false alarm.

"It's not safe to be out at night. Getting up here's easy."

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Or maybe not. She knew that voice, even with all of the foreign-ness of the undertone it had, she knew it better than anyone else’s. It was strange. A power-struggle between her own emotions seemed to begin within her. Part of her wanted to be joyful and happy, part of her wanted to be shocked and fragile, while still, a third part, a much more powerful part, wanted her to be pissed off and spiteful. Can anyone guess which side won?

“The immortal child returns,” she said sarcastically, not even bothering to turn towards the voice or even care to see the boy. Funny, since it seemed that for months now, and even just a few moments ago, she had wanted to see him or hear his voice just one more time. “What do you care of my safety anyway, Darc? You act as if I can’t take care of myself. I have ever since I was little and I can surely take care of myself in this city.”
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FEAR IS ONLY IN OUR mind
TAKING OVER ALL THE time

|STATUS| thread in progress
|WORD COUNT| 362
|COSTARRING| darcy
|WARDROBE| silky, thick, Black Pajama’s, black moccasins, and a leather jacket
|OOC NOTES| isn’t he just a caring little soul. oh, and by the by, you should totally make a plot page as well as post in vi’s…
|CREDITS| lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by me, shannon(harley)

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[Darcy Leone]

Darcy started to walk towards the girl in pajamma's not even flinching at the sarcasm. He deserved a lot more than that after leaving her. So the worries seemed to whither away about his own well being. He saw a tear roll down her cheek. His black glove moved to her face as if to catch it and keep it from rolling down more.

[blue]"You're crying..."[/blue]

He stared in her eyes, not saying another word. Chaos, the dog, didn't seem to forget him as he moved over to Darcy and started sniffing his leg. Darcy looked down and smiled at the wolf. Well... Someone's happy to see me.

He couldn't tell her the reasons for leaving. They were a secret, and he resented the idea of telling anyone what he did. Even his closest friends. He lifted his head and his light blue eyes made contact with Victoria's once again, in a way soothing the moment.

[Victoria Cri]

Victoria Addaire Cri

IT’S TRUE, WE’RE ALL A LITTLE insane
BUT IT’S SO CLEAR NOW THAT I AM unchained

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“You’re crying.”

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Victoria was about to say that no, she wasn’t… but she knew that he wasn’t lying. No one could lie to her, it was one of her many gifts. She had barely noticed the fact that another tear had started to roll down her cheek. And then another one. But she wouldn’t admit that she was crying. Emotion showed weakness… all emotions did. Sadness, anger, despair… love… Oh, she felt as a mix of both her anger and sadness began to meld together. She was angry that he left without even a goodbye and sad that she could ever even think that he would never return… It was strange for her, since she was so used to being able to show her emotions to anyone. And she never let anyone see her cry. She couldn’t even look Harvey in the eyes when she cried.

Harvey. Victoria had once hated him… then cared for him… but now? She hoped she’d never have to see him again. And then she thought about Darcy. She barely noticed his touch as she tried to squeeze her eyes shut. But she couldn’t close them. It was as if she wasn’t in control anymore, like Vivian or Vironica had taken over… but neither of them had. So why then?

“What are you ev-“

She lost her voice as he seemed to make her look at him. Her cat green eyes looked into his light blue set and she suddenly felt calm. The same calm she always seemed to feel around him. It really was him. Her eyes were watering up a little more. ”Darcy,” she whispered. ”Are you really back? Back for good?” the psychotic girl in front of him asked. She was aware of her other personalities struggling to try and take over the control to give him a piece of their mind but they couldn’t. Not when Darcy was around. It was as if it was his own power.
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FEAR IS ONLY IN OUR mind
TAKING OVER ALL THE time

|STATUS| thread in progress
|WORD COUNT| 327
|COSTARRING| darcy
|WARDROBE| silky, thick, Black Pajama’s, black moccasins, and a leather jacket
|OOC NOTES| better hope that vivian or vironica don’t get control
|CREDITS| lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by me, shannon(harley)

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[Darcy Leone]

Darcy didn't even dignify that question with an answer. His fingers gripped Victoria's chin, and he went in for the kiss. It was a passionate kiss. The kind you never forget. He let go of her chin and his hands moved down her torso, now caressing her waist. After, he held her for a moment, still not saying anything. Finally after a minute and a half of silence, he took her by the hand and started walking towards the balcony door.

[blue]"Let's get you inside."[/blue]

All of these thoughts were stirring in Darcy's head on if he'd have to leave again. The reason he left last time was that he had a job. It was a serious job with political involvement. A British ambassador that revelled in child pornography. When word got out to the CIA that he was a child molestor, Darcy was offered the job with a handsome payout. 4 mill. He killed the prime minister with a toxin dervied from the black widow spider. It was a long, and painful death. One well suited for a corrupt politician.

Then he thought of Victoria. He loved her. He never said it out loud, but she was the one thing in his cold heart worth remembering. He wanted to spend forever with her. If a forever existed for this godforsaken place... He needed the money from the job to fund his teacher operation at South. That's the only reason he left. Victoria of course, could never know about this. As much as Darcy wanted her in his life, he trusted no person for the sake of their lives. And there was no way he was endangering Victoria's.

[Victoria Cri]

Victoria Addaire Cri

(under you spell again i can’t say no to you)
(and i’m still waiting for that rain to fall pour real life down on me)

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Her green eyes were big and round, an almost pleading look in them. She really wanted to know, wanted to hear from him that he was here. That he was back for good and that he wouldn’t be leaving her anytime soon. She wouldn’t be able to stand it if he left again. And neither would her personalities. They could possibly forgive him this once but if he did this again? They’d hate him for the rest of his natural and unnatural life. She had no doubts about that…

Good thing for him was that the ‘answer’ he gave was enough of a reassurance to her than anything that he at least hoped he wouldn’t leave again. It felt almost magical to have him this close again, to be able to feel his touch. And, even more magical was his kiss. It seemed to erase her troubles and pains, as if they had never been there in the first place.

Victoria knew it wouldn’t last forever, but she wished it would have lasted a little bit longer. Still, it was nice to have him here. Yet, even in her happiness, she felt another teardrop trail down her cheek.

“Let’s get you inside.”

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She nodded her head lightly and she let him lead her. Her pets followed behind them. “So, I’m guessing you can’t tell me where you’ve been?” she asked, though it also sounded like a statement.
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(crave my heart and it’s bleeding in your hand)
(am i good enough for you to love me?)

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|STATUS| thread in progress
|WORD COUNT| 237
|COSTARRING| darcy
|WARDROBE| silky, thick, Black Pajama’s, black moccasins, and a leather jacket
|OOC NOTES| sorry that my post is a bit blech.
|CREDITS| lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by me, shannon(harley)

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[Darcy Leone]

Darcy turned around, wrapped his arms around Victoria's waist and grinned.

[blue]"I went on a business trip. Sorry it took so long."[/blue]

In a way, he was telling the truth. Just a little vaguely. He was in the business of killing people. Politicians, warlords, even rogue agents that the government couldn't track. This was all his specialty. He had absolutely no intention of leaving Victoria forever. If he did, he wouldn't come back.

Now inside Victoria's apartment, Darcy took off her jacket. Wrapping his arms around her stomach, he kissed her soft neck. He missed everything about his woman. Her looks. Her sarcasm. Her touch. He sniffed... Even her smell. He changed from kissing her neck to nibbling her ear. He whispered.

[blue]"I love you."[/blue]

He knew somewhere in her train of thought, she had suspicions of him cheating. Afterall, why would he be gone so long if he didn't? He just wanted to reassure her. There wasn't any other girl. When it came to ... well that, Victoria was always on his mind.

[Victoria Cri]

Victoria Addaire Cri

(under you spell again i can’t say no to you)
(and i’m still waiting for that rain to fall pour real life down on me)

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”I went on a business trip. Sorry it took so long.”

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It was the truth, she knew it. But it was also vague enough to mean anything. Darcy had heard so many stories of so many things like the past but, now that she thought about it, she didn’t think that he had ever told her about his job before. Though she knew it was not her business to know, she kind of wanted to. Who knew what he did on his ‘jobs’! Another though. ’What if I hypnotized him to get the information I want?’ She had done it once before to Harvey to get him to admit his feelings. But back then, Vickie could have done that with ease, without a second thought but now… Now she wasn’t so sure. She couldn’t do that to Darcy, for some reason. ”Just warn me the next time you go on one of these ‘business trips’, okay, Darc? You at least owe me that much,” she grumbled. She tried to be mad at him but, as he kissed her neck, she realized that she couldn’t do that.

She smiled softly, loving the attention that she was getting from him. Attention that she knew she deserved. Why wouldn’t she want it, anyway? Then his actions changed and he said something else, something that made her heart skip a beat.

”I love you.”

Three simple words could change someones whole life, they really could. And she knew that he meant it. Her cheeks grew red and hot with blush. ”I love you, too.” She cooed, sincerity tinging her tone. ”And I missed you so much.”
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(crave my heart and it’s bleeding in your hand)
(am i good enough for you to love me?)

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|STATUS| thread in progress
|WORD COUNT| 272
|COSTARRING| darcy
|WARDROBE| silky, thick, Black Pajama’s, black moccasins, and a leather jacket
|OOC NOTES| so cute!
|CREDITS| lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by me, shannon(harley)

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[Darcy Leone]

Darcy remembered when Victoria told him about her many superpowers. One of which was hypnosis. Neglecting to mention the multiple personalities that probably want to maim him. He figured the reason she couldn't use her powers around him was one of two hypotheses. One; His incredible willpower prevents her from doing anything mentally. Not without work. Two; He has a mystical charm that makes her feel like a little girl everytime they touch. Either way, Darcy had her wrapped around his little finger. Like those cheesey romance movies, he found himself falling into that hole.

He was still kissing her neck, arms wrapped around her waist. The moment was kind of steamy, and he didn't bring a condom. So he let go after kissing her cheek. He didn't even wanna think about getting her pregnant. That'd be a mess. He stripped off his armor, revealing a black tanktop underneath. Walking over to the kitchen area, he opened the fridge.

[blue]"Want me to make you something?"[/blue]

[Victoria Cri]

Victoria Addaire Cri

(under you spell again i can’t say no to you)

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Her stomach fluttered with those recognizable butterflies. Those god damned, good for nothing butterflies that she absolutely hated… and yet she found the feeling quite nice. Victoria absolutely loved the feel of Darcy so close to her. Kissing her neck, holding her waist. Of course, nothing ever lasted long in Tori’s life, something she had gotten quite used to, surprisingly enough, and he let go of her. But not before giving her a kiss on the cheek. She didn’t know why, but she kind of felt like she was in one of those stupid romance movies she hated. The ones that left her feeling sick to her stomach after watching them. The only romance movies she could ever stand to watch were the romantic comedies, but her life was no comedy. If her life even had movie genre, it would be listed under horror/thriller.

The immortal child took off the armor he was wearing only to reveal more black. Black was her favorite color, so she just loved the fact that his outfit seemed to be all black. Which reminded her, she would have to ask him what was with the outfit he was wearing, anyway. It seemed a bit strange to wear around Gotham… unless. That was right, he was a hero, now wasn’t he? She would hate to have to cross his path if she ever went on another crime spree.

“Want me to make you something?”

His question made Victoria blink and brought her back to focus. She hadn’t eaten all day and at the sudden mention of food, she could feel her stomach rumble ever so lightly. She nodded. ”Yeah. I don’t have much in the fridge at the moment, though.” Shopping. Oh my, she was going to need to go to the store.

”So the immortal brat is back, huh? And here I thought I just heard you say not so long ago that you were down and over him.”

As Victoria took a seat on her couch, Vironica and Vivian seemed to appear by both of her sides and began to talk to her. She tried to ignore them, but couldn’t.

”Everybody lies, Ronnie. You act as if I am no different,” Victoria whispered, not realizing she was talking out loud. She never noticed when she started to talk aloud when speaking to her personalities. Not until it was too late, at least.

”She’s gotta point, Niica. You lie all da time, don’t ya?”

[/i] Vivian giggled.

”Shut it, Vivian. No one was asking your opinion. I was talking to Tori.”[/i] Vironica retorted with a glare. This was starting to get all too normal for her. She didn’t understand why, though. How long ago did she start hallucinating her personalities at her sides? A few months ago, maybe? She was going to have to talk to her psychiatrist at Arkham about this. Ha, yeah right.

”Honestly, though, Vickie, how can ya take some’ne back so easily. Did daddy eveh take ya back wit’ open arms when ya ran away? Or when he found out ‘bout you bein’ different? No! So how could you do this so easily?”[/i] Vivian asked, giving Victoria a stern look.

”My bastard of a father is a different story, Viv. One I would much rather think about. Because of him, I don’t know three fourths of the holidays that I should be celebrating. Only one I know is April Fool’s day and did I mention he hated me-” Her tone was starting to rise as agitation grew… and then she went silent. She was talking out loud. Was Darcy listening? Her eyes widened slightly and her personalities smirked at her as they seemed to disappear.

’Just be lucky we’re in a good mood right now, Victoria,”[/i] the both warned in her head.

”Sorry about that,” she murmured.
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(crave my heart and it’s bleeding in your hand

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|STATUS| thread in progress
|WORD COUNT| 636
|COSTARRING| darcy
|WARDROBE| silky, thick, Black Pajama’s, black moccasins, and a leather jacket
|OOC NOTES| *whistles a catchy tune* sorry, her personalities made me make the post that long. *side ways glances*
|CREDITS| lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by me, shannon(harley)

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[Darcy Leone]

Darcy put two eggs on the fryer. Tossing them, he overheard her talking to herself. Looks like the other girls came out to play.

[blue]"Multiple personality disorder in reference to the Oxford dictionary; a rare dissociative disorder in which two or more personalities with distinct memories and behaviour patterns apparently exist in one individual."[/blue]

He rolled the omelette and put it on a plate. Getting a knife and fork, he put the setting on the dining room table. His eyes glanced at Victoria.

[blue]"People scrutinize you for being different. I guess in a way, we have that in common. Hope you like-"[/blue]

He picked the butterknife up. Gripping it in his hand, he watched as the front door's lock began to move, then unlock. Chaos started to bark. He twirled the knife in his hand before throwing it at the man breaking in. He was wearing a ski-mask. Cliche found in most professionals to mask their identities. This proved he wasn't professional enough. The man lurched back and fired off his shotgun before dieing on the ground. Darcy walked over and pulled the butterknife out of the man's chest. His fingers moved to the man's neck to check for a pulse. Dead.

His eyes shifted as he checked the hallways for more people. Dragging the body into the apartment, he closed the door. He checked the man's wallet. Nothing about him seemed unusual, and killing him was a two second deal. Darcy was beginning to think he wasn't a professional. Just a burglar.

He didn't know what Victoria or her personalities thought of him at that second, but he had a plan for something like this. He looked at Victoria with cold blue eyes as he began to strip off the man's clothing.

[blue]"Victoria. Let me take care of this. You just get me what I need. I'm gonna take this guy over to the bathtub. I need a bonesaw, gloves, plastic wrap and garbage bags. Unless you wanna call the cops."[/blue]