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Day dreamin’ of summer vacation ☀️
9 yrs ago
Super sick. Not sure when it will pass.
9 yrs ago
Last day of Spring Break. Back to school and work tomorrow. :(
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Call me cars. Or vroom. Or carsgovroom. Just another 20-something girl on the World Wide Web. I suppose I'd be considered a veteran RPer with probably a decade of RPing experience whose looking to have a bit of fun.
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Brian stepped out of the door and disappeared, leaving Macy behind to bite her lip thoughtfully. She glanced over her shoulder to peer out of the window and saw the police and other emergency vehicles barricaded on the street outside of the old boarding house. The sight of them made her got still for a second. The screaming that had rung through the night was still very present in her memory.
Tim was fitful on the couch, so Macy left him a glass of water, a couple of pills, and half of a plain bagel on the coffee table in front of him. Then she pulled a thick black sweater on over the paint splattered button up and trudged out of the door.
There was a respectably sized crowd standing on the lawn watching the police work. Jennings was either not yet awake or too caught up in figuring out what was going on to yell at them all about standing on his grass. Many of onlookers were Macy's neighbors from the boarding house, but there were some who looked like they lived nearby or had been passing by on their morning walk or jog and had stopped to see what all of the commotion was about. Everyone looked very pale and the whisperings among the clusters of people were quiet. That couldn't have been a good sign.
Macy paused behind one cluster of her neighbors. Among them were Kenny, her upstairs neighbor. He was fairly young, not too much older than Macy herself, and was a thrill seeker of sorts. Rock climbing, backpacking, and spelunking were among his various hobbies, and he told anyone that would listen about the big Australia trip he was saving for. Mrs. Emerson, who was a widow with a few too many birds that lived down the hall from Macy, was also among them. Macy joined the cluster of people who all knew her as Taylor Rose, and they nodded to her solemnly before turning their attention back to the police cars.
"What's going on?" she whispered to her neighbors. She spied Brian walking with the sheriff, and the two of them looked to be deep in conversation. She watched them for a few moments before turning back to her neighbors.
"Some kinda murder, I think," Kenny said. He was typically a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, but under the circumstances his trademark grin was gone. "They must have been the one screaming like that last night." He shivered, and Macy didn't blame him.
"Poor soul," Mrs. Emerson commented sadly, and the others nodded in agreement. "Dreadful, dreadful thing. I've lived in this town my entire life, and this sort of thing would have been unheard of. Before..." She trailed off, but she didn't need to finish her sentence for everyone to know what she was going to say. Before the Emergents. Her neighbors were, for the most part, decent people, this Macy could see. But everyone had their fears and suspicions. She was still trying to get used to reading auras and deciphering their meanings, but Macy knew that they were wondering if an Emergent had done this.
It made her nervous. Understandably. For her and her two house guests.
Brian was walking back towards the house, having finished his conversation with the sheriff. He rejoined her, and then they disappeared back into the sanctuary of Macy's apartment. She closed and locked the door behind them, then leaned against it as she exhaled.
Brian told her what he had found out from the sheriff, and it made her feel nauseous. "Jesus Christ..." Maybe Mrs. Emerson had been right, and something like this would never had happened before. Or maybe it had always been like this, and now whatever it was just didn't need to hide.
Macy glanced over at Brian after he suggested that she take a look and bit her lip. "I'm not sure if it works like that... I'm still not sure how it works at all." It was just color and light, and being outside a few moments ago had exposed her to a lot of it. If she hadn't had practice in seeing past the auras it would have overwhelmed her, and truthfully it had still started to give her a headache. She crossed the room to pull back the curtains a bit more to peer outside. Swirls of color is what she saw, and in various shades. It all meshed together to create something rather unpleasant, and her eyes started to ache.
Macy looked away, turning her back on the window to face Brian. "A lot of fear, suspicion, and mistrust. I think. I'm not sure what all of the colors mean, but it wasn't pretty." She crossed her arms and closed her eyes, trying to will the headache away. "I'll look again, but I'm not sure what you want me to see. Plus we still have..." She nodded her head towards Tim. "It's gonna be crazy like this for a while. And moving him will be very conspicuous. Which isn't good for me, personally."
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Tim was fitful on the couch, so Macy left him a glass of water, a couple of pills, and half of a plain bagel on the coffee table in front of him. Then she pulled a thick black sweater on over the paint splattered button up and trudged out of the door.
There was a respectably sized crowd standing on the lawn watching the police work. Jennings was either not yet awake or too caught up in figuring out what was going on to yell at them all about standing on his grass. Many of onlookers were Macy's neighbors from the boarding house, but there were some who looked like they lived nearby or had been passing by on their morning walk or jog and had stopped to see what all of the commotion was about. Everyone looked very pale and the whisperings among the clusters of people were quiet. That couldn't have been a good sign.
Macy paused behind one cluster of her neighbors. Among them were Kenny, her upstairs neighbor. He was fairly young, not too much older than Macy herself, and was a thrill seeker of sorts. Rock climbing, backpacking, and spelunking were among his various hobbies, and he told anyone that would listen about the big Australia trip he was saving for. Mrs. Emerson, who was a widow with a few too many birds that lived down the hall from Macy, was also among them. Macy joined the cluster of people who all knew her as Taylor Rose, and they nodded to her solemnly before turning their attention back to the police cars.
"What's going on?" she whispered to her neighbors. She spied Brian walking with the sheriff, and the two of them looked to be deep in conversation. She watched them for a few moments before turning back to her neighbors.
"Some kinda murder, I think," Kenny said. He was typically a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, but under the circumstances his trademark grin was gone. "They must have been the one screaming like that last night." He shivered, and Macy didn't blame him.
"Poor soul," Mrs. Emerson commented sadly, and the others nodded in agreement. "Dreadful, dreadful thing. I've lived in this town my entire life, and this sort of thing would have been unheard of. Before..." She trailed off, but she didn't need to finish her sentence for everyone to know what she was going to say. Before the Emergents. Her neighbors were, for the most part, decent people, this Macy could see. But everyone had their fears and suspicions. She was still trying to get used to reading auras and deciphering their meanings, but Macy knew that they were wondering if an Emergent had done this.
It made her nervous. Understandably. For her and her two house guests.
Brian was walking back towards the house, having finished his conversation with the sheriff. He rejoined her, and then they disappeared back into the sanctuary of Macy's apartment. She closed and locked the door behind them, then leaned against it as she exhaled.
Brian told her what he had found out from the sheriff, and it made her feel nauseous. "Jesus Christ..." Maybe Mrs. Emerson had been right, and something like this would never had happened before. Or maybe it had always been like this, and now whatever it was just didn't need to hide.
Macy glanced over at Brian after he suggested that she take a look and bit her lip. "I'm not sure if it works like that... I'm still not sure how it works at all." It was just color and light, and being outside a few moments ago had exposed her to a lot of it. If she hadn't had practice in seeing past the auras it would have overwhelmed her, and truthfully it had still started to give her a headache. She crossed the room to pull back the curtains a bit more to peer outside. Swirls of color is what she saw, and in various shades. It all meshed together to create something rather unpleasant, and her eyes started to ache.
Macy looked away, turning her back on the window to face Brian. "A lot of fear, suspicion, and mistrust. I think. I'm not sure what all of the colors mean, but it wasn't pretty." She crossed her arms and closed her eyes, trying to will the headache away. "I'll look again, but I'm not sure what you want me to see. Plus we still have..." She nodded her head towards Tim. "It's gonna be crazy like this for a while. And moving him will be very conspicuous. Which isn't good for me, personally."
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"Thank you," Macy told him, visibly relaxing when he said he'd keep quiet. He asked if she had a fake I.D. to cover the change in her appearance and she smiled slightly. It was true, she did not own on gun. But some fake identification...
"Don't worry about that," she said, reaching into the handbag that had been tossed onto the counter hours ago and pulling out a wallet. She plucked her driver's license from it and held the card so Brian could see it. "Say hello to Taylor Rose, Pittsburgh native." The age, height, and weight hadn't changed from her old license, but the new Pennsylvania license had a picture of Macy post Emergence, as well as a Pittsburgh address and other fake information.
She also had a birth certificate and a social security card for Taylor Rose. Val had somehow procured them for her. Macy didn't know how, where or how much it had cost her sister to get these things for her, but once the package had arrived at the house Val had put her in for the first month after fleeing Miami, she had been grateful It had meant she could leave, go somewhere and start over and make a new life for herself. It wasn't much of a life that she had now, truth be told, but at least it was a life. And it beat the alternative.
"So call me Taylor in public. I'm pretty much covered, except for a passport which means not international travel. Which I wasn't planning on doing anyway." Macy had pulled on some comfy boots and was looking at Tim thoughtfully. He was conscious, but only barely. She wasn't a short woman, so she could help Brian support him while they made their way to the car. "I can help you," she told him now. "But...if you think we need an extra pair of hands I've got a neighbor upstairs who can help. He's good." Kenny was good, or at least good enough for an average citizen in today's society. He had his quirks, like the rest of the people who lived in her building, but overall she knew he was a decent guy. At least compared to some people, like Mr. Jennings. But Kenny wasn't like the landlord, Macy could see it, and she was confident that would help them out without asking questions.
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"Don't worry about that," she said, reaching into the handbag that had been tossed onto the counter hours ago and pulling out a wallet. She plucked her driver's license from it and held the card so Brian could see it. "Say hello to Taylor Rose, Pittsburgh native." The age, height, and weight hadn't changed from her old license, but the new Pennsylvania license had a picture of Macy post Emergence, as well as a Pittsburgh address and other fake information.
She also had a birth certificate and a social security card for Taylor Rose. Val had somehow procured them for her. Macy didn't know how, where or how much it had cost her sister to get these things for her, but once the package had arrived at the house Val had put her in for the first month after fleeing Miami, she had been grateful It had meant she could leave, go somewhere and start over and make a new life for herself. It wasn't much of a life that she had now, truth be told, but at least it was a life. And it beat the alternative.
"So call me Taylor in public. I'm pretty much covered, except for a passport which means not international travel. Which I wasn't planning on doing anyway." Macy had pulled on some comfy boots and was looking at Tim thoughtfully. He was conscious, but only barely. She wasn't a short woman, so she could help Brian support him while they made their way to the car. "I can help you," she told him now. "But...if you think we need an extra pair of hands I've got a neighbor upstairs who can help. He's good." Kenny was good, or at least good enough for an average citizen in today's society. He had his quirks, like the rest of the people who lived in her building, but overall she knew he was a decent guy. At least compared to some people, like Mr. Jennings. But Kenny wasn't like the landlord, Macy could see it, and she was confident that would help them out without asking questions.
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I will get my post up tomorrow. I had a crazy last couple of days with school ending and finishing student teaching. Now I have a break and can sit long enough to to type.
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Macy rose from her seat and collected her empty mug and the few dishes that were scattered around the room. "Well...if you change your mind there's bagels in the breadbox and cream cheese in the fridge. Help yourself." She put the dishes in the sink and rinsed them off before turning around to look at her guests, leaning back against the counter as she did so. Tim was still sleeping, but she had a gut feeling he would wake up soon. He had been still all night, and was just now starting to stir. Brian was still sitting in the chair she had offered him during the night, and part of Macy still couldn't believe she hadn't recognized him before. But it wasn't really surprising, all things considered.
He had shaved his head and wore a beard now. It had also been about twelve years since she had last seen Brian Parr, or anyone in his family. Their families had lived next door to each other since before she had been born and until the summer she and Val turned fourteen when the Keens moved from Haye to Florida. She had also been closer to the youngest Parr, John, than either of his siblings, who had been older, cooler, and a little intimidating. But Macy and her sister had spent many hours throughout their Haye years at the Parr house with John. After school ours and weekends had been spent running around the backyard, playing on bicycles, hanging out in John's bedroom playing games, going to birthday parties and holidays, and just being kids. Brian and the rest of his family had always been around, and of all the families in Haye the Keens had been closest with the Parrs. Val had had a crush on John's cool older brother, and maybe Macy had, as well. Another life ago, at least. They had obviously both changed, since they were both sitting here.
Macy was less surprised that Brian hadn't seemed to recognize her, since the Macy Keen he had known had been a sun tanned brunette and not an ivory skinned platinum haired zombie lookalike. A part of her couldn't believe he remembered her at all, since she had just been his younger brother's friend. She couldn't tell if he had been surprised or shocked by how her physical appearance had been transformed by her Emergence.
She adverted her gaze for a moment, fixing her eyes on the photograph of Val and her that was propped on a table. "Look, uh, Brian... I would really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone that would remember me that I'm back in town." Macy shrugged her shoulders. "No one seems to remember me or my family, and even if they do they don't recognize me. I'm getting away with my appearance because people think I'm really committed to the goth aesthetic. But if someone who used to know me knew... I just don't want to have to pack up and move. So...please?"
Tim made a half asleep noise and stretched his arms. His head raised from the pillow she had tucked under it during the night and Macy met his bleary eyes. She had bandaged his nose overnight, but she could still see that it was swollen. Still...it could have been worse. "We should take him home," she said tiredly, the fatigue of an all nighter starting to hit. She could hear movement from the apartments above and beside her, which meant the sun had to be at least rising.
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He had shaved his head and wore a beard now. It had also been about twelve years since she had last seen Brian Parr, or anyone in his family. Their families had lived next door to each other since before she had been born and until the summer she and Val turned fourteen when the Keens moved from Haye to Florida. She had also been closer to the youngest Parr, John, than either of his siblings, who had been older, cooler, and a little intimidating. But Macy and her sister had spent many hours throughout their Haye years at the Parr house with John. After school ours and weekends had been spent running around the backyard, playing on bicycles, hanging out in John's bedroom playing games, going to birthday parties and holidays, and just being kids. Brian and the rest of his family had always been around, and of all the families in Haye the Keens had been closest with the Parrs. Val had had a crush on John's cool older brother, and maybe Macy had, as well. Another life ago, at least. They had obviously both changed, since they were both sitting here.
Macy was less surprised that Brian hadn't seemed to recognize her, since the Macy Keen he had known had been a sun tanned brunette and not an ivory skinned platinum haired zombie lookalike. A part of her couldn't believe he remembered her at all, since she had just been his younger brother's friend. She couldn't tell if he had been surprised or shocked by how her physical appearance had been transformed by her Emergence.
She adverted her gaze for a moment, fixing her eyes on the photograph of Val and her that was propped on a table. "Look, uh, Brian... I would really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone that would remember me that I'm back in town." Macy shrugged her shoulders. "No one seems to remember me or my family, and even if they do they don't recognize me. I'm getting away with my appearance because people think I'm really committed to the goth aesthetic. But if someone who used to know me knew... I just don't want to have to pack up and move. So...please?"
Tim made a half asleep noise and stretched his arms. His head raised from the pillow she had tucked under it during the night and Macy met his bleary eyes. She had bandaged his nose overnight, but she could still see that it was swollen. Still...it could have been worse. "We should take him home," she said tiredly, the fatigue of an all nighter starting to hit. She could hear movement from the apartments above and beside her, which meant the sun had to be at least rising.
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