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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2016 17:05:27 GMT -5
Why? Why? Why? Why did Carynn sent him way up in here in this cold mountain region place? He was ALONE finally, but it was soo CO-COLD! He was sent out to find heath, Heath was longer than usual... He was sent to find the guy, North. North! Where it was CO-CO-COLD! Looking up it occurred to him, half the day had already gone. Where did the?! He began panicking looking around, all he saw were trees and rocks, and little springs. Where.. Where...
Tears began to well up in his eyes, Lost. He was Lost. No clue where he was, like some bad luck kind of week. First the sent to this prison hell for causing a lady gaga flash mob musical, then kidnapped into Carynn's "crew", then the guitar, then some crazy woman claimed he killed someone for.. Crabs? Now, now he was lost. Why did this play have to go on? Where was the cut scene? Change of Act? Where was his peace and quiet.
He faced a tree and slammed his head roughly against it, why did this keep happening? He just wanted to be left alone, but yet he was alone. He held his head there right against the tree, eyes squeezed tight unaware of the floor beginning to form. Why not just left alone? Forever? A crack of a stick, tweet of a bird, all things around him... All various sounds and beats, creating its own type of music.
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Post by TRAGEDY on Jan 28, 2016 21:04:06 GMT -5
 FILL WITH FIRE, EXHALE DESIRE, I KNOW IT'S DIRE, MY TIME TODAY 0000 words for @gingerfrost
notes here? The black-haired goddess had been minding her own business, walking through the rather lonesome forest by herself. No one sane ever came anywhere near here -- it was far too cold for anyone to be comfortable, yet Tragedy had been cold for so long that she had become immune to it. Her cold, porcelain skin ran hot whenever she got too cold, yet still left her with the uncomfortable feeling of like she was freezing to death. But, if someone put a hand to her skin, it would be piping hot, as if she had a fever. This was simply a side effect of her tragic touch, most likely the only positive thing she saw in herself.
It allowed her to survive all alone, so it was fairly good. At least, she assumed so. Her feet softly crunching in the snow, the goddess nestled further into her black fur coat, enjoying yet loathing the crisp, cold air. Upon hearing a noise, Tragedy was startled from her rather blank thoughts. What was that? Had a god come here to capture her and use her for their own good? Tragedy had made some enemies during the war after causing a building to collapse out of panic, back when she was associated with humans. Many had died, but Tragedy was numb to the pain.
It wasn't the first time.
The goddess glanced at the evergreen trees, finding comfort in how they refused to die when she approached. However, it took her several seconds to find the source of the noise. Oh no. At first glance, they appeared to be human, which sent Tragedy's heart into a rapid pace. Upon realizing that they were a god, Tragedy exhaled a sigh of relief. Walking over, the goddess warily stayed back a few feet.
"U... Uh, hi?" She questioned, unsure of what a god was doing here. Nonetheless, the goddess slipped off her black coat and extended it out to him. They weren't too far from her cottage, he could take the coat and run off, leaving Tragedy to easily walk back, or he could come over for a cup of tea. Tragedy wasn't going to extend any invitations quite yet.
"Take this. It might not fit you, but it's something." The goddess replied, her voice raising an octave, evidently nervous to see anyone around here.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 1:02:02 GMT -5
A voice sounded near by he looked up, noticed the visitor holding her jacket. He watched her unsure whether this was a trick set by Carynn or something else entirely. It wasn't exactly normal for people to be nice to him, then he did usually avoid them. She continued speaking, he had a slight feeling his hesitance was making her uncomfortable. He accepted the jacket unsure what to say, it just was such a wonderful gift.
He slipped it on, the jacket slightly too small in the arms and shoulder, but miraculously it made him feel better. After it slipped on there was a long pause of him enjoying the warmth, just so great, it had taken him a while to realize he never thanked her. Turning a bright red he over reacted and over corrected the mistake. "Thank you so much! So-so-so-sorry fo-fo-for not thanking you sooner! Is there anything I can do for you, ma'am? Absolutely anything?" Wait was he even allowed to ask that? OH damn, what if Carynn found it personal? What should he do about it now?
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