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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2017 15:15:46 GMT
The afternoon clouds cast shadows around the ground. It watched from where it laid on the rim of the fountain, both hands raised to create a square between it's fingers. A photograph of the sky, the moment captured on imaginary film.
People moved about their daily life without notice. It noticed them, though. It noticed the older woman holding the blue-wrapped baby in her arms as she hurried into one of the nearby buildings. It noticed the children playing on the other side of the fountain, laughing and tossing coins in to make wishes that would hopefully come true. It noticed the couple walking together with hands held tightly. It noticed the way the sky darkened as minutes ticked by, threatening to release rain down on all that dared to stay outside.
Only when the first few drops began to fall did it rise, rubbing traces of sleep from its eyes in the process. Within what felt like just a few seconds, people scattered about hastily to seek shelter. It didn't move--just continued to watch--as the entire area around the city fountain cleared out.
Why were they worried about a little water?
Rising, the blonde spun around in a circle with its arms raised. The chill of the water caused it to shiver, but it wasn't enough to make it go inside. Not yet, at least. Not when it wanted to enjoy it for a bit longer.
It didn't look before it leaped. The puddle exploded under its weight, spewing water in all directions. Straightening, it clasped its arms behind its back and smiled, tipping its face toward the sky.
What a lovely day it was.
@open MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Wolfram-39 on Sept 25, 2017 6:50:27 GMT
[attr="class","optop"] [attr="class","oplyrics"]drowning in desperation; my eyes burning red. taken by disconnected lust. feed, choke, despise. they prey upon us. our death of self-restraint. maggots, inhaling praise, make low my high. torn apart, all alone. sacred heart, made of | [attr="class","optext"]stone |
[attr="class,"oppost"] Rain was pretty much Wolfram-39's least favourite weather. Not only because now it made doing outdoor gigs and busking difficult to impossible, but any soldier worth their salt hated the rain. Not only did it soak one to the bone, sapping their warmth and strength, but it also necessitating marching, crawling, and fighting through the mud. War was hellish enough without being submerged to the knee in mud and filth. A day spent plastering advertising material for his band's next gig - it wasn't like they could afford marketing - was interrupted by the rain. Frustrating, but there was naught he could do about it, save for drawing up his hoodie, and trying to shield the posters he had left from the rain. He was more concerned with finding a place to wait out the hopefully-brief shower, and less with his immediate surroundings. So he was caught off-guard by a splash of water that made it onto the posters he held in his hands. For a moment, rain sluiced off a barely-visible barrier about Wolfram-39's person, as he looked for the source. Geometric markings visible on his face and hands flared into life, illuminating his shadowed face in pale blue light. It only lasted a moment, as his eyes found the perpetrator. The barrier vanished, along with the light. It was a child, innocently splashing in the rain. For an unknown purpose. He briefly realized that he hadn't ever spoken to a child in his life - before coming to this island, he hadn't even seen one. Another glance at the posters confirmed that a good few of them were damaged at best, and ruined at worst. Anger flared up within him. A mild anger; calm, really, in relativity. But anger nonetheless. "The hell're you doing?" Wolfram-39 said. His tone wasn't furious, but he was clearly frustrated, even though his unkempt face was still fairly impassive. @pikachu
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