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George Rozas

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Miles followed Aly inside and followed her indication with his eyes, spotting the girl in question and glancing over her computer screen - even from this far he could clearly read the words of the website she was on, their colourful nature prompting a raised eyebrow from the man.

" She browses tumblr, somehow this seems just about right, " He replied with a smirk, having taken his spot in line next to Aly. One hand raised to his chin in mock-thought as he continued. " Not even a good pairing - throw in the broomstick instructor instead and it'd have my attention. " I am Inferi.

26-Jun-2020 14:46:21

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Bluefirecan

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Aly chuckled in response to Miles’s comment. “True enough, I suppose. I never got much into tumblr myself,” she said. The discomfort was becoming easier to ignore, though it was never fully clearing. She was convinced that at any other point in time, she’d be having a much more enjoyable time with this man, but for some reason she could not set aside the feeling.

Regardless, coffee went well. Aly offered to pay for Miles, especially considering she had just accosted him on the street and distracted him from his goings-on. She offered her phone number to the man but wanted to distance herself from the sensation of being targeted. Thus, she said her goodbyes after a conversation centered around getting to know one another. The young woman suggested that the two of them meet back up some other time.

Aly took back to the streets. She had gotten a simple coffee, but she felt an emptiness she couldn’t describe. It wasn’t quite hunger and it wasn’t quite thirst, but it was slowly growing. Normally, she’d avoid the darker shaded alleys in an attempt to avoid being victimized. Today, though, the shadows called to her. She slipped into an alley not far from the coffee shop and breathed a sigh of relief. Here, away from the sun, she felt less ill.

Unfortunately, however, her relief was brief. Aly quickly dropped her phone – face down, of course – and quickly panicked about it shattering. She was almost too afraid to lift it from the ground. However, she… didn’t need to. The device lifted itself from the ground toward her hand. Her sudden confusion was quickly assuaged by a quick gust of icy wind, at which point she sunk to the ground and leaned against the wall. Why was today being so weird?
I just play FFXIV at this point. DC: Crystal

26-Jun-2020 23:21:19

Scuddlegirl

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Miki sighed and shuffled her textbook aside as the morning traffic started to file into the coffee shop. Her eyes were so tired, and there were still traces of the desk imprint on her face from where she'd fallen asleep last night. Well, actually it was deep into the morning. She looked like death. Death by college.

Miki adjusted her big round glasses and searched for eye contact in the growing line of customers. Normally she wore contacts, but at work she was homely and unmade-up. Especially after long nights. All her pretty hair was messily tied into a ponytail. Even her uniform was a little disheveled from getting ready on the fly.

"Good morning!" she chirped in a well-rehearsed tone. Her voice cracked a few times in ill-preparation as her tired voice fought against her forced customer service tone. "What can I get for you today?" she asked the next person in line.

04-Jul-2020 16:05:14

Fysyx

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Chris Beaubop

Mm-Mhmm! Pizza! Chris sat on the hood of his car eating a sloppy slice straight out of the box. Cheese, with whatever passed for Italian sausage these days. The late afternoon spring sun was heating up the hood to a comfortable temperature, much like the pizza. He sat there for a while watching the cars whiz by. It had been a long couple of hours in his most recent employment as a door-to-door internet service salesperson. He had even made a sale, and only three potential customers had attempted beating him! A pretty good first day, all things considered. He was scheduled to work again tomorrow, starting a little before noon. Whether he would show up, he didn't yet know. If there was something big in the morning, or if Jesse wanted to try and race him across town, or if he, I dunno, was sick or something, then he would probably skip. Basically whatever.

When he was done, he walked across the parking lot and threw the box into the dumpster he had found it from.
What? Who throws away a perfectly good pizza?

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The humming of the engine quieted as he took the key out of the ignition. It was night now, and Chris was already half asleep walking across the street to his house. After he had pulled a shift at an industrial box-folding gig, he went to the gym. The look had its cost.

As he approached the house, he noticed music coming from inside. He, as usual, jimmied the lock on the back door and came through. Inside, there was a party. People clustered in small groups sipping out of red solo cups. Colored cloth covered the lights, draping the rooms in mysterious blue and purple hues. The sound of ping pong and the Post Malone song of last summer came from the living room. He noticed Rocco, his roommate, had set up a makeshift bar. 404 SIGNATURE NOT FOUND

06-Jul-2020 23:39:03

Fysyx

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"Hey, Chris!" Rocco beckoned him over. "I'm throwing a party! Sorry for the short notice. I've got something to make it up to you though." He reached below the bar and pulled out two small pills, blue and white, and placed them on the table. "These are wild man. I'm having a great time."

"What is that, and who'd you get it from?"

"You want 'em?" Rocco started sliding them off the table.

"No, yeah. Get me something?" Chris picked the pills up as Rocco poured something strong. He threw them into his mouth and chased it with what tasted a little like floor cleaner, which was a familiar flavor. "Ach! So, what do they do?"

"Oh, man. Oh, man that shit is batshit . Yeah, by the way, Jesse was looking for you. I think he might be upstairs playing Mario Kart."

Chris snagged the bottle of vodka - his bottle - off the bar top and walked toward the stairs. He pointed at Rocco as he paused under the door frame. "Next time, f'kin' tell me sooner." He took a quick pull as he headed upstairs. Why did he buy this shit vodka?

Upstairs, he could hear people playing Mario Kart on his Nintendo. His bedroom was a mess, but not more so than usual, though including him, there were four people there, which was more than usual. Jesse, as Luigi, was in the lead. Chris walked over to his minifridge and, the door creaking, pulled out a Red Bull.

"Hey, Chris," Jesse said, suddenly alerted to his presence. "Howzit going?"

Chris, realizing he didn't have any glasses in his room, took a pull from the vodka and chased it with the Red Bull. "Had a long day makin' those gains. Tonight will be good though. Do you know what it is Rocco has tonight?"

"No. He wouldn't even give me the time of day. When I win, you wanna get in on the next Grand Prix?" 404 SIGNATURE NOT FOUND

06-Jul-2020 23:40:23

Fysyx

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"Yeah." He sat down on the floor with the other players. Between the four of them, they finished the rest of the bottle by the end of the Grand Prix, which Jesse won again, and after which caused a debate over which driver would win a real race. Jesse and Chris insulted each other's vehicles, 90's Camaro and Mustang, and it eventually became a series of insults to their character as they parted. Chris was a little drunk as he went down the stairs to rejoin the rest of the party in the living room. Ping pong, and the same Post Malone song was playing. They need to get someone else in charge of the playlist.

He mingled around, sitting and chatting with some friends from the town over he hadn't seen since the Christmas party, and they eventually moved on to observe the ping pong game, which had miraculously not devolved into beer pong. It had been a while now since he arrived. Wonder when the drugs kick in. Chris stood up, and The walls, askew; bending - contorting - violently transfiguring in cacophonous malefaction, reveries of innumerable recondite congregation: a seven-fold folding. Murmurings of elegiac, acrimonious undulation suffuse: pneumenal labor. Manual surrender - the confederative chassis dissociating - immaterial clutches riven asunder, retreating to the aether of their rightful belonging: the anatomy of a disarmament; unscrupulous maneuvering.

Abruption: bats deluge uncurtailable from astral portals curtained in dismal indigo; a somnolent totality, whipping ferociously, separating soul from society - like eggs - surrounding in shivering solitude. A significant entity approaches - galactic bat batting quivering quasar; shimmering stone sliding erratically, horizontally throughout the plane. The bat: swiveling sharp, swinging wing - stinging neck - a samurai sword: Gadzooks! 404 SIGNATURE NOT FOUND

06-Jul-2020 23:43:08

Fysyx

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Spinning devolves - the star, - to revolution; temporality-in-itself - sliding - recursing, being-already ahead of itself, its - inexorable - - ownmost future: having been - reverberation everlasting.

Eternity auto-extinguishing. An identical bat, but differentiated entity. "/ There you are! /" - resplendent reference - "/ Are you / alright /?" The fowl mammal dripping with menace. Ahck: cruel world; stay back, unclean bi-clops with eyes of flame! must my presence be tainted by your unholy energies? Nay! You will be cast out, banished to the oblivion of immeasurable disremembrance. Begone! Appearitional, the spatula buckles, bending vacant extension before its oppositional object: snicker-snack! re-percussive upon the bat.

Graduated as a cylinder: the bat evaporates, orange exhaust; Being drifting away as autumn leaves, yet leaving behind the residue of remembrance: sediment - an embankment of rice. Splendid starchless sacrament, the bread of un-life! Ex-vivification made manifest in accumulated grains. Providence proving provided by immaculate self-conception, actualized in vessels upon vessels, rendered by transduction of input via covenant of convection. I fill my cup, and drink!

Now, to the heavens themselves! Out, out of the heat and bustle and vivid iridescence; out, into the black and speckled canvas, the royal raiment of living's new obverse.
But, Horror! spinning, devolves - the stars, - to revolution; temporality-in-itself - trailing - recursing, being-already ahead of itself, its - inexorable - - ownmost future: having been - reverberation everlasting.

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Bats. Eughn. The light burned his eyes. His head pounded, his stomach churned, his neck ached. His teeth itched. How can teeth itch? Chris rolled around, and fell onto the ground with a thud. The floor of his bedroom. He didn't remember going to bed last night. Light was coming in through his window and searing into the back wall in slanted amber panes. It hurt just to look at. 404 SIGNATURE NOT FOUND

06-Jul-2020 23:45:16

Fysyx

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Crawling on the ground, he made it to his dresser without letting the light touch him. Reaching in, he could feel his skin itch as it came in contact with the light, and he pulled a bunch of clothes out haphazardly. Being sure to put them on staying on the ground, he threw on his clothing. White track pants with black stripes, a baggy white cotton t-shirt. He hung his denim jacket on a hook by the door that he had to finesse to the ground. Properly armored against the sun, he stood up, and realized he needed gloves and something to cover his eyes. He remembered Rocco had a pair of sunglasses, and he slogged into the hallway to look for him.

He knocked on Rocco's door and heard a muffled, "Have a fun night?" from within. The door opened, and Rocco's face bent into a grimace. "Wow. You look like death."

"...Sunglasses..."

"Yeah, you should probably wear some. You can borrow mine." Rocco found a pair of chunky pink sunglasses and offered them to Chris.

"...Gloves..."

"I saw Flora accidentally left her winter gloves. Can't say why she brought them."

Chris drifted into the living room and put on the puffy blue gloves, even though they were too small, and drifted out the door. He wrestled with his car door and flopped into the seat, sweating. He felt awful. He was overheating and had chills. He felt like he could throw up at any moment. The sun still singed his eyes, even through the sunglasses. Did he even sleep last night?

He slammed his head onto the steering wheel. He needed something to wake him up. Coffee. That would do it. The closest place was one of those coffee-houses downtown. Too expensive. He could do coffee from a fast-food burger joint. Tastes like battery acid, but dirt cheap.

Deciding on his destination, he turned the car around and floored it.

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06-Jul-2020 23:45:51

Fysyx

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He spent the ride ruminating on how awful he felt, how he was anticipating and dreading the acid taste of the coffee, and how messed up his dreams were last night. If he even slept. So many bats. As he massaged his aching neck, he flew, tires squealing, into the lot and double-parked at the coffee-house. He hadn't intended to come here, but had somehow been brought here all the same, as if by some dark force, or blind mechanism. If he just got black coffee it wouldn't cost all that much, right?

He sloped into the coffee-house and found a short queue. Unconscionable indignation! Suddenly invigorated, Chris swept the people in front of him aside and made himself to be at the front of the line. The barista had just asked the previous first-in-line what they would like.

"Coffee," he said, nearly breathless with impatience. "Coffee!" 404 SIGNATURE NOT FOUND

06-Jul-2020 23:46:34

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