Post by OLIVIA WOODWORTH on Aug 26, 2015 20:55:59 GMT
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Whoever called it dreamwalking clearly has never been in a fucked up world like Olivia's where, every damn time, she has to run from a couple to an entire fleet of missile-shooting drones that never seemed to end. Yes, she can easily defend herself in this world--it's hers after all--but one slip, one wrong move, and she'll be left sleepless for the night again.
What happened during the morning of that day was pretty unusual: she's started to notice 'constants' among the eternally running crowd in her world. In the past, they've always been a new person. No repeats. No one simply running around like a headless chicken. People had always came and went. But with a couple of folks she spotted whom Olivia knew she already saw before--she was pretty sure they're repeats--it meant something.
Olivia wanted to approach them, and see if they're sentient. But in the middle of this constant war, it won't be an easy task. So that night, she was waiting for a friend--a reinforcement--to aid her with this little personal mission. And boy was he late.
"F*cking Luce... where the f*ck is that wrinkly-ass'd dipshit?!" Olivia huffed, while she fled with the crowd, her eyes glued to these two people in it: a little boy and her weak-looking mother. She can't do this for long since hostile drones were fast approaching at their tail.
"C'MON LUCE! JUST FUCKING KISS MY STATUE AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!", she continued, cursing at the wind as though talking to someone unseen.
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shake it out
REGRETS COLLECT LIKE OLD FRIENDS HERE TO RELIVE YOUR DARKEST MOMENTS. I CAN SEE NO WAY, I CAN SEE NO WAY. AND ALL OF THE GHOULS COME OUT TO PLAY. AND EVERY DEMONS WANTS HIS POUND OF FLESH, BUT I LIKE TO KEEP SOME THINGS TO MYSELF. I LIKE TO KEEP MY ISSUES DRAWN.
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What happened during the morning of that day was pretty unusual: she's started to notice 'constants' among the eternally running crowd in her world. In the past, they've always been a new person. No repeats. No one simply running around like a headless chicken. People had always came and went. But with a couple of folks she spotted whom Olivia knew she already saw before--she was pretty sure they're repeats--it meant something.
Olivia wanted to approach them, and see if they're sentient. But in the middle of this constant war, it won't be an easy task. So that night, she was waiting for a friend--a reinforcement--to aid her with this little personal mission. And boy was he late.
"F*cking Luce... where the f*ck is that wrinkly-ass'd dipshit?!" Olivia huffed, while she fled with the crowd, her eyes glued to these two people in it: a little boy and her weak-looking mother. She can't do this for long since hostile drones were fast approaching at their tail.
"C'MON LUCE! JUST FUCKING KISS MY STATUE AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!", she continued, cursing at the wind as though talking to someone unseen.
0000 Words ● Lucian Bellfox ● short notes
PHARAOH LEAP.
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