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You don't realize how isolated you are until a pandemic hits and you legit make zero changes to your life.
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I've never once faked a sarcasm.
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So, I thought the dryer made my clothes shrink. Turns out it was the refrigerator :/
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Them: "What pronoun do you use for you?" Me: "Your Grace."
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I'm open to just about anything. Sci-fi isn't really something that I write much... other than that..... I don't think I have any limitations.
Personally, I love a good modern dark fantasy. Perhaps something that takes place in an existing city/country, so world building is kept to a minimum and we have real resources to pull from. Maybe a supernatural world hiding in plain sight amongst humans, waging their own wars, etc.
I've had a few ideas for stories myself, but nothing I could bring myself to GM.
I am not the same person I was six months ago,
I will not be the same person I am six months from now.
I am constantly growing, learning, and changing myself.
I am changing for the better, even on the days when I
Feel so heavy that I can hardly breathe.
I am good, even when I make mistakes.
My mistakes do not tell the story of who I am,
Who I will be, or define me.
I have moved mountains and caused bridges to burn at the same time.
It is okay, I am okay. I am energy, constantly in motion and changing.
And just like energy, I can never be destroyed.
Promise Institute | Auditorium
The girl leaned her head against the back of the chair for a few moments as more people shuffled into the auditorium, and finding their seats wherever possible due to the fact that it was filling up fast. How many people can this place hold? She wondered, now staring more at the ceiling than anything else. Her head hurt a bit, not as bad as the usual migraines due to the telepathic connections she’d experience with various electronic devices, but it was still there. Although she wondered, if the school itself had safeguards in place mitigating the frequency of each student’s power so some idiot wouldn’t accidentally destroy the buildings, or for that matter, someone else. Even Alex, with varying degrees of sensitivity to such things as smartphones and laptops, her mind wasn’t really feeling overwhelmed despite the fact that she was in a huge room with several hundred others most likely carrying those devices. But, all in all, it was a relief to have some quiet going on in her head at that moment.
Her eyes flicked to the side as the dark-skinned girl took a seat nearby, her clothes a but unusual, not at all stylish like a lot of the others in the room. In fact, they were fairly plain for the most part. Plain was good though. It meant maybe this girl wasn’t so much into herself like Alex imagined most of the kids would be at Promise Institute. Maybe some of them just wanted to fade into the background, while others hoped to shine so bright you needed sunglasses. Speaking of which, it wasn’t hard for Alex to notice the girl with the short pixie hair walking toward the same section she was sitting in, and what was up with her skin? It kind of appeared on the greenish side, but she wasn’t sure as it could have simply been the overhead lighting. Either way, Alex was slowly realizing that her space was going to fill up rather soon, and that raised the tension level just a bit higher than she’d been comfortable with.
“Dammit girl.” She mumbled to herself, pulling the dark hoodie closer to her face. “Don’t spaz out now. They're people. This school is full of them. Get over it.”
Again, she sunk back into her chair, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone around her as best she could.
The girl leaned her head against the back of the chair for a few moments as more people shuffled into the auditorium, and finding their seats wherever possible due to the fact that it was filling up fast. How many people can this place hold? She wondered, now staring more at the ceiling than anything else. Her head hurt a bit, not as bad as the usual migraines due to the telepathic connections she’d experience with various electronic devices, but it was still there. Although she wondered, if the school itself had safeguards in place mitigating the frequency of each student’s power so some idiot wouldn’t accidentally destroy the buildings, or for that matter, someone else. Even Alex, with varying degrees of sensitivity to such things as smartphones and laptops, her mind wasn’t really feeling overwhelmed despite the fact that she was in a huge room with several hundred others most likely carrying those devices. But, all in all, it was a relief to have some quiet going on in her head at that moment.
Her eyes flicked to the side as the dark-skinned girl took a seat nearby, her clothes a but unusual, not at all stylish like a lot of the others in the room. In fact, they were fairly plain for the most part. Plain was good though. It meant maybe this girl wasn’t so much into herself like Alex imagined most of the kids would be at Promise Institute. Maybe some of them just wanted to fade into the background, while others hoped to shine so bright you needed sunglasses. Speaking of which, it wasn’t hard for Alex to notice the girl with the short pixie hair walking toward the same section she was sitting in, and what was up with her skin? It kind of appeared on the greenish side, but she wasn’t sure as it could have simply been the overhead lighting. Either way, Alex was slowly realizing that her space was going to fill up rather soon, and that raised the tension level just a bit higher than she’d been comfortable with.
“Dammit girl.” She mumbled to herself, pulling the dark hoodie closer to her face. “Don’t spaz out now. They're people. This school is full of them. Get over it.”
Again, she sunk back into her chair, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone around her as best she could.
I'll see about getting a second post up today, but otherwise I'll be offline probably until Monday due to holiday ♥
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Promise Institute | Parking Lot
“Are you sure you're up to this?”
There were a few moments of silence between the two of them as they sat in the busy parking lot of the Promise Institute, the windows down and engine off, as a gentle cross breeze carried with it the coolness of the morning.
Alex, a petite young girl, dressed in a mostly darks: a pair of skinny jeans, hoodie, and ash gray Converse, sat in the passenger's seat staring blankly out the window at the teens and adults passing by on their way to the large school ahead. It seemed an almost ominous building, but still felt non-threatening with its beautiful architecture and lush vegetation. The girl gave it a glance, but her thoughts were, honestly, of home. Of being back in her room, with no one around to bother her. She needed that. But at the same time, she needed…this.
Sitting in the driver's seat, a tall, thin, late-thirties man, with glasses and fairly common features, was looking over at his daughter and smiling so proud, even though she herself wasn't paying attention. It was tough for him sure, to be sending his little girl away to a place he didn't fully understand because of abilities his child possessed that didn't seem at all possible. But life was always full of wonder he supposed, and while his wife -her mother- didn't share those same sentiments, he knew Alex needed the support one way or another. She had to know that she wasn't doing this alone.
“Yeah dad.” The girl finally responded in a low, rather monotone voice, continuing to stare out the open window. “You've legit asked me that like six times on the way here.” She allowed a bit of a snicker to escape. “I mean, it's not like a have a choice in the matter. I'm a ‘freak’, remember?”
Her father sighed, shaking his head in protest, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Look, Ally, your mother didn't mean that. We’re just processing a lot and-”
“Then why isn't she here?” Alex interrupted in a broken voice, turning to face the other as a few stray tears ran down her cheek, which were quickly wiped away by a sleeve. “Because she's ashamed of me, that's why.” Her tone was flat, and the emotion in each word carried quite far. “It's not like I asked for any of this...”
Just as her dad was about ready to respond, the echoed voice from the PA system blared across the parking lot area, announcing the orientation would be starting shortly.
“Anyway, I gotta go.” Alex gathered a few small items and tossed them into her Army green backpack before leaning over to hug her dad. “I'll see you later for the move-in this afternoon.” She said with sigh, opening the door and stepping out of the car before she had to endure any further emotional obligations. The girl just wanted it to be over with.
Several people passing by hurried their pace after hearing the announcement, and Alex -not bothering to look back at the car or her dad- followed the herd toward the auditorium, popping in her wireless earbuds to allow My Chemical Romance to drown out the ambience for awhile.
Promise Institute | Auditorium
“Shit…”
The girl mumbled under her breath, seeing the massive amount of students and faculty squeezing into the auditorium closer to the time of its start and realizing how stupid it was to have made it to the school later than planned. But, she could only blame herself. Alex had too much on her mind this morning, and the emotional toll it took not seeing her mom or really being able to say goodbye to her made the tension even worse. She hated feeling like this. To be honest, she hated “feeling” in general, and whiched emotions could be turned off like any computer. Wishing her own source code could be altered in such a way that would simply make the pain nonexistent.
Alex plopped down in a seat situated along the wall on the left side of the room, which also seemed to be the more tame area, lacking any rowdy teens and their idiotic friends to get up in her space. This was a struggle for the young girl though, being an introvert, but also the fear of anyone being near her, sucking up her own oxygen and replacing it with their carbon filth. But it was also something she had to overcome if she was to survive even a day at her new school. High school was the same, but probably worse, and while she had her moments of doubt, she made it through four years without falling completely to pieces. Thoroughly reading up on the Promise Institute helped ease some tension as well, and the prospect of being enrolled in strong Computer Science and Networking classes should prove a nice distraction from the mundane of core studies.
Hugging her backpack and fidgeting with each of the dozen or so patches and metal buttons from the various music, art, and comic genres, she gazed around the room waiting for the thing to start so she can finally get the hell out of the crowded space and somewhere else.
“Are you sure you're up to this?”
There were a few moments of silence between the two of them as they sat in the busy parking lot of the Promise Institute, the windows down and engine off, as a gentle cross breeze carried with it the coolness of the morning.
Alex, a petite young girl, dressed in a mostly darks: a pair of skinny jeans, hoodie, and ash gray Converse, sat in the passenger's seat staring blankly out the window at the teens and adults passing by on their way to the large school ahead. It seemed an almost ominous building, but still felt non-threatening with its beautiful architecture and lush vegetation. The girl gave it a glance, but her thoughts were, honestly, of home. Of being back in her room, with no one around to bother her. She needed that. But at the same time, she needed…this.
Sitting in the driver's seat, a tall, thin, late-thirties man, with glasses and fairly common features, was looking over at his daughter and smiling so proud, even though she herself wasn't paying attention. It was tough for him sure, to be sending his little girl away to a place he didn't fully understand because of abilities his child possessed that didn't seem at all possible. But life was always full of wonder he supposed, and while his wife -her mother- didn't share those same sentiments, he knew Alex needed the support one way or another. She had to know that she wasn't doing this alone.
“Yeah dad.” The girl finally responded in a low, rather monotone voice, continuing to stare out the open window. “You've legit asked me that like six times on the way here.” She allowed a bit of a snicker to escape. “I mean, it's not like a have a choice in the matter. I'm a ‘freak’, remember?”
Her father sighed, shaking his head in protest, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Look, Ally, your mother didn't mean that. We’re just processing a lot and-”
“Then why isn't she here?” Alex interrupted in a broken voice, turning to face the other as a few stray tears ran down her cheek, which were quickly wiped away by a sleeve. “Because she's ashamed of me, that's why.” Her tone was flat, and the emotion in each word carried quite far. “It's not like I asked for any of this...”
Just as her dad was about ready to respond, the echoed voice from the PA system blared across the parking lot area, announcing the orientation would be starting shortly.
“Anyway, I gotta go.” Alex gathered a few small items and tossed them into her Army green backpack before leaning over to hug her dad. “I'll see you later for the move-in this afternoon.” She said with sigh, opening the door and stepping out of the car before she had to endure any further emotional obligations. The girl just wanted it to be over with.
Several people passing by hurried their pace after hearing the announcement, and Alex -not bothering to look back at the car or her dad- followed the herd toward the auditorium, popping in her wireless earbuds to allow My Chemical Romance to drown out the ambience for awhile.
Promise Institute | Auditorium
“Shit…”
The girl mumbled under her breath, seeing the massive amount of students and faculty squeezing into the auditorium closer to the time of its start and realizing how stupid it was to have made it to the school later than planned. But, she could only blame herself. Alex had too much on her mind this morning, and the emotional toll it took not seeing her mom or really being able to say goodbye to her made the tension even worse. She hated feeling like this. To be honest, she hated “feeling” in general, and whiched emotions could be turned off like any computer. Wishing her own source code could be altered in such a way that would simply make the pain nonexistent.
Alex plopped down in a seat situated along the wall on the left side of the room, which also seemed to be the more tame area, lacking any rowdy teens and their idiotic friends to get up in her space. This was a struggle for the young girl though, being an introvert, but also the fear of anyone being near her, sucking up her own oxygen and replacing it with their carbon filth. But it was also something she had to overcome if she was to survive even a day at her new school. High school was the same, but probably worse, and while she had her moments of doubt, she made it through four years without falling completely to pieces. Thoroughly reading up on the Promise Institute helped ease some tension as well, and the prospect of being enrolled in strong Computer Science and Networking classes should prove a nice distraction from the mundane of core studies.
Hugging her backpack and fidgeting with each of the dozen or so patches and metal buttons from the various music, art, and comic genres, she gazed around the room waiting for the thing to start so she can finally get the hell out of the crowded space and somewhere else.
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