daily 7/30/21

“Erm, hey guys we might have a slight problem over here.” Bakie stood at the doorway scratching her head, trying to put in words what she just saw happen.

Kat gave her some finger guns and clicked her tongue. “What’s our problem, love?”

LI, followed my birdi and alba saunter over from the popcorn dispenser- Birdi had her face stuffed with popcorn, a dare from Alba dearest. They peered at Bakie curiously. “Yes, pray tell Bakie.” Alba encourages.

Bakie fiddles with the bottom of her dress and looks over her shoulder.”HONEY! GET IN HERE AND HELP ME EXPLAIN WHATS GOING ON.” However Bakie stops to think. Then she adds on.. “WAIT- BEFORE YOU COME, GET SINI TO MONITOR THEM.”

Sini throws her hands up in the air from across the hallway. “Oh come on Bakie bestie! You know you want my input on this, lemme in on the conversation.”

“Fut you’re fee best at dealing wif the crazies with a firm hand.” Birdi chimes, her mouth still filled with popcorn so it was hard to understand.

Li nods her head, agreeing with Birdi. “Oh Sini, you know you’re the best at this.”

Sini shakes her head in disbelief and mutters, “We should get a leader to do this dirty work.” But she drags herself out around the corner to go deal with them.

Honey comes running over, out of breath, but eyes shining from the excitement. “Well, we’ll- so we’ve got a riot, or I mean a rebellion going in out there.”

Birdi spits out the popcorn she has left in her mouth and starts to splutter. “You said what now?? By who and why?”

Kat shakes her head. “I bet I can guess whoes leading this rebellion.”

Astonished, Alba stares at kat. “You gotta spill who you think. Ten bucks you get it wrong.”

“Deal. My bets on Jinty.”

Alba inhaled, “Ohhhh I didn’t think of that. Yeah you’re right. Can I take that deal back?”

“HAHAHA NOPE SUCKAHHHH” Honey screams. Everyone turns to look at honey and she scratches the back of her neck embarrassed. “I’m kidding i’m kidding. But not about the part where Alba can take back the deal. She stuck with that.”

Birdi frowns.”But isn’t that a bit unfair since you know who started the riot? You’re implying that it was Jinty- so I mean,” Birdi pauses to reconsider. “Yeah never mind. Sorry Alba you totally lost the deal.

“Awe Arson” Alba mutters. “I’m outta cash, so can I pay you tomorrow?”

“Ahahah with interest you can!” Icy pipes up from the couch. She was huddled in layers of blackness watching the Titanic in the background.

“Common Icy!” Alba starts to protest.

Bakie gives her signature Bakie smirk at Alba. “Ten bucks to kat today, or 15 bucks tomorrow.”

Li waves her fingers in the air trying to calculate. “Isn’t that like 50% of interest?”

“Sure is!” Bakie laughs and gives Li some jazz hands.

Alba starts to sulk as she sinks lower to the ground. “Hey Albs, I’ve got you covered.” Li picks out some cash from her pocket and tosses Alba a bundle.

As Birdi peers over Alba’s shoulder she exclaims, “Li! My god why do you have ten ones?”

“Hahaha only Li would carry ones instead of tens.” Honey grins at Li.

“Heyyy you’re less likely to get robbed if you only have ones!” Li retorts.

“I mean I would beg to differ, but to each their own.” Bakie interjects.

Alba tosses the cash to Kat while an all our debate starts on whether you’re more likely to get robbed if you carry a bunch of ones or a single ten. Meanwhile, Sini is still fighting a losing battle on the other side of the door, while the hosts have completely forgotten about the rebellion.

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ahhhhh there might be some spelling or grammar mistakes but i’m sitting on a park bench writing this on moible :sweats:

scarIet-stars wrote:

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daily 11/3/21

My mom said: “Oh well we’re going to put it on this one where you don’t have it as much”

She grabbed my backpack and pulled me backwards. It was a stern, but hard jerk, one to keep my in place, but with that one smooth motion, I fell into her arms and started protesting. “Awe, Megan! Come on, what do you want with me?”

“You’ve got a button, hanging by a thread, where do you want to put it?” She raised a single button, glittered turning with the light, bending the colors to it’s own pleasure. I turned and found my poor backpack deprived of it’s favorite button.

“Put it back where it belonged, where else?”

“But- I don’t know where it used to be, care to help me out?”

“It’s really the only space left open on my backpack! The rest of the space is taken up by buttons, search for it yourself.” She lifted my backpack up, tilting her head to find the slightest bit of open space. But her search was left with nothing coming up. “I still can’t find a place, you’ve got things crammed on this backpack and I don’t know where it came from!”

Protesting, I held my hand out to grab the button back from her. “I guess I’ll just have to wear it then.”

She looked at my shirt, still filled with round heads of buttons galore. Shaking her head, she gave me the button, “Oh well we’re going to put it on this one where you don’t have it as much, so I suppose your shirt works enough for me.”

Tenaciously I put the button in my hair. It snagged in my hair, pulling it back and tugging, pulling my brains out. Of course beauty has it’s pain, and I’ve sworn that I would wear this button with pride.

“I suppose that works.” She finally let go of my backpack and released me to my own devices. “Adios then!” And with an easy bounce, she was gone with a flash. The buttons were left with me and I was left with my own buttons.

They were my prized possessions, and no one would be permitted to touch them. Except for the exception of her of course. I don’t know why I ever allowed her to play around with my prized possessions.

With my thoughts clouded, my judgements distracted, the floor seemed to spin against the darn brown pools of shadows and I couldn’t quite pick out where I was trying to head to. My steps became uneven and tense, and I could feel my soul leaving my body. Not this again, Oh please oh please. I have these buttons for a reason! I did everything I could to possibly prevent this. However we all know that no matter what you do, you may not be able to escape that curse. The tangles of my hair keeping the button in place started to unravel, and I felt my presence pour out from under it. There was no stopping what happened next. The world became blue and nothing more.

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Ahahahah sorry I cant function at this time and I really want to go to bed, im reallly not proud of the writing I have created.

daily 11/5/21

saddd i never finished thisssss but here it is anyways

Closing in on his surroundings, he felt his breath torn from his body. Gone was the boy who once stoop atop that hill. Gone was the crisp October breeze. The winter brought upon it the diminishing loom. Falling behind him shook the great trees. There was a presence, yet he couldn’t find it, yet the shadow still crept up his back. Shacking, shivering the pieces started to fall in place.

-

She followed him. She always has. Couldn’t be helped, with the silver moon of a chain tethered pulling them together. Rene grabbed her chain and tugged one way. It accepted her offer and allowed her two more feet of length. Reaching for the lush blood filled berry, the dream was just inches away. A grunt, and another her fingers- if only she’d been an inch taller, it wouldn’t have brushed past her. The cool tipped bead. The glistening sweat shivering as it tried to reach out for her.

But he took a step forward. Gone was that dream.

-

His foot tried to pull him back, and he felt that longing; so deep and desperate for something. Anything, anything to get it. He couldn’t go back, so he took a step forward. The life that drew his breath was close, and the opening was fading away. It was a mirror room reflecting through the waters, the same piercing eyes of his sharp ruby eyes. It was close. Only seconds more before it became those rubies became maroon, and at that time: it would be gone. Reaching the very end, he grabbed onto the only hope he could ever hold on. Like the berry, it seemed to be long out of reach. He couldn’t gain it, if only that foot could be severed.

Deeply considering this, he took it into consideration. How hard would it be to take it and just pop it off? Perhaps if he took the blue gemstone and started hacking away, he could still make it out before the maroon filled him.

Another tug of desperation came from his foot. It pulled at him, begging to be brought back. The mercury metal drove itself into his flesh and he wanted to go. It was so close, but it would just be so much easier. The reflection turned darker and his foot led him back.

-

Hope started to fill her as she was given more slack. Pulling back into the cave, she could feel it beginning to come back to her. Life in her lungs, breath in her chest. That maroon iron taste was going to bring her to life once again. The whispers of life, filling her was not to be ignored.

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daily 11/9/21

Does this make sense? no, no it does not, but it's too late for me to think and I JUST WANT SLEEP

She crushes my soul, trying to get my out of there, but I won’t leave my home town. Come on now. I don’t want to go. It’s in shatters, and I will stay to rebuild our future. Bookie tries to pull me out of my state of furry, speaking to me ever so slightly. “Hey there Bakie, we will come back I promise. But we need to find the other survivors first. They need us first, then we will have time to mourn them.”

“Bookie! Our losses are too great- we already lost Sini. What’s the point of finding them? We’ll just be left with the impression of all our loved ones dead. Leave me here. Please, I just want to mourn. I want to grieve, and let the world rip it’s way out of my throat till it’s sandpaper.”

A small warm hand furls around my shoulder. Hands shaking, I place my hand on top of hers, asking, “Pia? Will you go, or will you stay?”

“The government’s given us much to consider. They have corrupted our very souls, leaving very little from the remaining tides. But Bakie, Bookie’s right on this one. Without our people and all the refugees, all the survivors, we won’t be able to rebuild. Our scraps are limited, we’ve got little to no food, please see reason.”

It was the battle of a losing argument, and I felt myself slipping away from what I stood on.

“Heyyyy, Bakie, Luv, My dear. Think about it this way- I think the tyrants are on our sides now. With the new powers of Birdi and Alba. We know this is, and has now been a turning point in our world. They will support our cause, and we know they will grant our ask.”

“Yeah!” Pia chimes, “They will listen and see reason. We don’t ask for much. All we need is – well 1. Abla’s permission to arsonize, and 2. Birdi’s grant of scraps. From there we can build, and from there we will have processions. All the dead fingers, all the dead toes, and the poor hands working overtime to get this war done and over with- they will be remembered and we will hold a day in memorial of them.”

The tears were starting to dry, and the glass shards in my hand dimmed in the pain. Maybe it was time to let go. Start fresh and see the other camps. “I… did hear sci fi was doing quite well. We could get their help. Or perhaps poetry. They do have a knack for tidying things up.”

“Yes, but first we should go to- well.. erm your old colleagues.”

-

There sat Birdi. Followed by Alba, who led the way for Honey and Kat. They glowered over us and we looked up at them, pleading being at their mercy. I mean quite literary, they could set their hound of mango hunters at us and we’d be our own scraps.

“Oh? Is that Bakie I see?”

“Left, betrayed, why is SHE here?”

“I want her out of my sight.”

“Can’t look her way.”

Taken aback from the harsh comments, I falter a step backwards, allowing Pia to come to my aid. Forwards and out, she appeals to the all mighty.

“Dearest tyrants. We have come with a plead, and by the death will of Rhythm, we have a right to remain here, asking for only favors. Things of which you can grant easily.” Pia paused, holding out a beetle of a device. “If I may?”

Alba nodded, “Yes you may.”

And there, Pia revealed our darkest secrets to the ones who betray me.

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daily 11/11/21

“I’m not asking for your good graces. I’m asking for your throne.” Her wrists flicked out, fingernails in flesh, with crimson drops falling from her touch. The pool of dark liquid drank the light from above and spat it back out.

The dilated beads filled the whites of his eyes could only see the tiniest bit of sweat beading at her forehead. Her viper fingers released his arm and gripped his shoulders. “Give me your throne, and she won’t be hurt.”

It wasn’t hard, but it was a single, sure slap. Blood rushed to her face, and it couldn’t be helped. Her flushed expression was tinted with a red handprint. Fuming with newfound hatred for this man, Rea stepped back. “Without a doubt he chose his path. Aequis, go have fun with him.”

A single grin spread wide, and a form melted from the shadows. “My, my this will be fun.” Shackles fell from the ceiling and grasp his hands. When Aequis tugged, the king fell forwards, a limp marionette. The whimper that fled from his lips was matched with her sneer. “Long. Live. The. King.”

Together, they were gone with the torch wind, and Rea couldn’t care less what happened. Aequis knew how to handle these problems, so he was better situated in the obsidian room anyways.

-

The king was a good man. Subtle, friendly, but a coward. She knew his courtship wouldn’t lead anywhere. Or at least, anywhere to her liking. Her mother meant well, but she just couldn’t see how any other match would be better than the king. And to be fair, the king wasn’t bad, she just never found interests in him. Or in any men in particular. Actually, now thinking about it, she could never actually see herself spending the rest of eternity with one specific person. Friends were more up her ally.

When the roses first arrived, her bafflement was met with joy. Soon things were spiraling out of control, and once in motion, one would need an exterior force to stop prevent them from continuing. However, she was unable to call on that exterior force. The gods were never on her side. Day after day, she prayed and called upon them, and never once was she answered. They didn’t particularly find any fondness from her. Just like any other human, she had her problems that they wouldn’t solve for her.

Although an opportunity did present itself in the marketplace. A stand, a crimson bird, and Rea was an exterior force just ready to be put in action.

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daily 11/14/21

fruit: strawberry
veggie: potato

Rae is the sweetest person that just carries the aura of a cozy mother. Her instincts are to care for others, however she is a bit tart. It takes a bit for her to talk to people, and often if it's your first conversation with her, she'll answer with one word responses. She's the type to always be wrapped up in some soft warm colored jacket, and if her headphones aren't on her head, they're around her neck. Pride is also something that embraces her. She is a proud person, keeping her head high, afraid to let someone down. Her reputation is very important to her. She has rosy (strawberry colored!) cheeks, flushed with a handful of tiny freckles, only noticeable in the summer. Rae gives some of the best hugs, embracing people for long periods of time, and they tend to just melt into her hands. She is nearsighted, and wears round Harry Potter style glasses. She is often seen wearing black ripped jeans and white sneakers that she's always annoyed with because they're covered with dirt. Later however, one of her friends introduced her to knee high leather boots and now that's all she ever wears. Her eyes are a warm hazel, potato-ey color, and she's around 5'2.

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