Svadilfari
The mediocre Gatsby
The familiar feeling crept up to his bones again, for the second time that day; and yet he still could not understand why it came. There was, and still is, nothing amiss. Not even then, in the early hours of dawn, when it first stretched out its spindly fingers, and clawed, cold as stone, at his gut. Try as he might, he could not figure it out, nor what it is trying to tell him.
He thought back to the hours passed, when dead leaves crunched underneath the soles of his shoes, as he walked the usual beaten path to Ryder. A murky haze enveloped the surroundings then, yet he could still recognize every sharp turn, every faded marker, and every passing establishment with the easy familiarity of a local born. But it was not until he rounded a bend, where the tall pines melted into a quaint, bottle-rocket blue structure, did it finally began.
Thunk
Seamus Finnegan had left his door open, and the sounds from within troubled the silence that hung heavily on the barren street.
Tchik
Thunk
The diner solidly stood where it has always rested for seven years, its huge neon lights radiating a ghostly orange hue above the dim. His curious gaze roamed from the deserted cola-red benches parked outside, to the wide rectangular glass window, where he caught a glimpse of Finnegan himself, his bright ginger hair aglow under the lamplight.
Tchik
The Butcher's pale, freckled face hid behind a starch white surgical mask, brows furrowed in concentration, as he hacked away at the chopping board.
Thunk
His amber eyes followed the flesh as it detached from the bone at the sharp end of the bloody knife.
Tchik
Thunk
As the black plastic liner crinkled after each severed extremity dropped to the waste basket,
Tchik
Thunk
That was the exact moment the feeling came.
TCHIK
And he could not understand why.
So he ran.
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Bentley Lagmay grabbed his schoolbooks with trembling fingers, their glossy surface almost slipping from his clumsy grip. He tried to shake the feeling off, which he thought went away moments ago after talking to the mild-mannered blonde counsellor, but he was sorely mistaken. It still continued to gnaw at him, desperately trying to tell him something he could not place.
Bentley slammed his locker door shut in frustration, and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. After taking a deep breath, he took a look around. Everything looks as it should be: Busy hallways, excited chatter, and the creak of heavy doors announcing the arrival of company. Everything looks as it always does. And yet--
Something is wrong.
Something is different.
Something is there that his eyes can't see.
Or maybe it was always there.
Thunk
Hiding in plain sight,
Tchik
Behind the somber, trivial background.
Thunk
Where it can easily be missed.
TCHIK
Familiar voices startled him away from his thoughts, and his attention now focused on the two girls standing beside him. Bentley sheepishly ran a hand through his unruly hair, chiding himself for not noticing them approach. He wondered if they had noticed his unease. Elysia's question and Stevie's warm smile erased the last of his worries, only to replace it with the initial excitement he felt for the party; something that he is truly thankful for. Remembering the rolled-up paper he's still clutching in his hand, he began to wave it playfully above the air, as a mischievous glint shone on his amber eyes.
"Hello, friends. I'm sure you all know about the Oxen party tonight, right? I have something cool to show. Something big. But... I only have one extra invite." He shrugged. Bentley felt terrible for not having the means to include both of his friends in the plan, but the feeling was quickly overshadowed by his excitement---
"Hello, friends. I'm sure you all know about the Oxen party tonight, right? I have something cool to show. Something big. But... I only have one extra invite." He shrugged. Bentley felt terrible for not having the means to include both of his friends in the plan, but the feeling was quickly overshadowed by his excitement---
THE CROSSROADS
Your characters arrived at a fork in a road. You can both arrive at an agreement as to whether or not A.) One of you will accompany Bentley, or B.) None of you will. Though there is another option, which is C.) Convince him to ditch the party (if you decide to go with this option, make sure your character/s will manage to convince Bentley (write your dialogue carefully). Otherwise, the choice will default to option B).
Please make your decision, and choose wisely!
Elowyn
Little Lozy
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