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Nellancholy
Two Thousand Club
"Wake up..."
"Heh..."
"Wake up..."
Delilah's dry eyes slowly cracked open, taking in the almost-noon sun that crept in through the several windows into the dormitory's common room. As she regained enough sensation in her body to slightly tilt up her head, she found her gaze locked onto the girls on the La Cherubim poster on the other side of the room. Right. Only person she knew who was a fan of them would be-
"Dags, come on. I said wake up." As Delilah put herself into a sitting position on the couch with a considerable effort, a woman with cropped blonde hair interposed herself between Delilah and the poster, already dressed for the day and with her makeup on.
"Mornin'...Julie." Delilah murmured, smiling softly. Julie was an acquaintance of hers who was majoring in graphic design and had happened to be one of the few people around who knew she was dollydaggers, on top of putting a noticeable amount of (emotional) support towards Delilah's aspirations (she had to wonder exactly what her motives were). At any rate, last night Julie had invited Delilah back to the dorm to spend some time playing games and peer reviewing some of her classmates' WIPs, with them present of course. She said it'd have been better than staying cooped up back in her own room, and she was probably right.
With the tiredness of last night's late hours somewhat pushed aside, Delilah extended her arm towards Julie. "C'mon, Julie. Need a little help."
"Oh, come on, Dags." Julie made a show of rolling her eyes and putting her hands on her hips before reaching towards Delilah. And then-
SWISH
In one swift motion, Delilah turned her hand down, using her fingertips to retrieve something from her sleeve, then flick it upwards at Julie.
SNAP
Just as swiftly, Julie's other hand shot up, catching it between two fingers. A quick glance at an angle revealed the hidden weapon to in fact be a small plastic facsimile of a steak knife, too blunt to even spread butter. The kind of thing one might find in a child's kitchen set.
"Awww, I'll get you one day." With that, Delilah swung her legs off the couch, standing up unaided. "You know what happens if you call me that." Letting that statement hang, she turned to gather her hairpins and rings from a side table, quickly putting them on as she bustled around the room.
"You can try all you want, I'm not calling you Dolly." Taking a few steps to Delilah's side, Julie subtly herded her towards the exit. "Now get going, before the RA notices you're here." She picked up a slightly heavy paper bag, handing it to Delilah.
"This is...?" Delilah cradled the bag in her arm, her fingers still occupied with getting her rings on.
"Monorail Sandwich."
Delilah wiggled her arm a bit. "Half a Monorail Sandwich."
Julie shrugged. "Yeah. Should be enough for you, right?"
"Oh, you're so kind. Of course it is." Delilah's smile widened. "I'll get out of your hair then. See ya tonight?"
Julie nodded slightly. "I'll call you."
As Delilah slipped out onto the grounds of Lenaea National University, the strange (and one might imagine, terrible) air was not lost on her. It was noon, and yet a fog unlike the usual hung in the air. Students and staff crisscrossed the grounds, unaware or deliberately ignorant of the discordance in the air as they tried to proceed about their usual business. Despite her wish for relaxation, Delilah could not ignore it. But what was to be done? Looking up at the dull, muted sun, she began to walk across the grounds, like a moth to a flame.
"Heh..."
"Wake up..."
Delilah's dry eyes slowly cracked open, taking in the almost-noon sun that crept in through the several windows into the dormitory's common room. As she regained enough sensation in her body to slightly tilt up her head, she found her gaze locked onto the girls on the La Cherubim poster on the other side of the room. Right. Only person she knew who was a fan of them would be-
"Dags, come on. I said wake up." As Delilah put herself into a sitting position on the couch with a considerable effort, a woman with cropped blonde hair interposed herself between Delilah and the poster, already dressed for the day and with her makeup on.
"Mornin'...Julie." Delilah murmured, smiling softly. Julie was an acquaintance of hers who was majoring in graphic design and had happened to be one of the few people around who knew she was dollydaggers, on top of putting a noticeable amount of (emotional) support towards Delilah's aspirations (she had to wonder exactly what her motives were). At any rate, last night Julie had invited Delilah back to the dorm to spend some time playing games and peer reviewing some of her classmates' WIPs, with them present of course. She said it'd have been better than staying cooped up back in her own room, and she was probably right.
With the tiredness of last night's late hours somewhat pushed aside, Delilah extended her arm towards Julie. "C'mon, Julie. Need a little help."
"Oh, come on, Dags." Julie made a show of rolling her eyes and putting her hands on her hips before reaching towards Delilah. And then-
SWISH
In one swift motion, Delilah turned her hand down, using her fingertips to retrieve something from her sleeve, then flick it upwards at Julie.
SNAP
Just as swiftly, Julie's other hand shot up, catching it between two fingers. A quick glance at an angle revealed the hidden weapon to in fact be a small plastic facsimile of a steak knife, too blunt to even spread butter. The kind of thing one might find in a child's kitchen set.
"Awww, I'll get you one day." With that, Delilah swung her legs off the couch, standing up unaided. "You know what happens if you call me that." Letting that statement hang, she turned to gather her hairpins and rings from a side table, quickly putting them on as she bustled around the room.
"You can try all you want, I'm not calling you Dolly." Taking a few steps to Delilah's side, Julie subtly herded her towards the exit. "Now get going, before the RA notices you're here." She picked up a slightly heavy paper bag, handing it to Delilah.
"This is...?" Delilah cradled the bag in her arm, her fingers still occupied with getting her rings on.
"Monorail Sandwich."
Delilah wiggled her arm a bit. "Half a Monorail Sandwich."
Julie shrugged. "Yeah. Should be enough for you, right?"
"Oh, you're so kind. Of course it is." Delilah's smile widened. "I'll get out of your hair then. See ya tonight?"
Julie nodded slightly. "I'll call you."
As Delilah slipped out onto the grounds of Lenaea National University, the strange (and one might imagine, terrible) air was not lost on her. It was noon, and yet a fog unlike the usual hung in the air. Students and staff crisscrossed the grounds, unaware or deliberately ignorant of the discordance in the air as they tried to proceed about their usual business. Despite her wish for relaxation, Delilah could not ignore it. But what was to be done? Looking up at the dull, muted sun, she began to walk across the grounds, like a moth to a flame.
GamerKitty205
words are hard
- One on One
- Group
- Off-site
Loretta Vuong had never been able to describe her life as slow, but summers always got close. Even trying to pack her schedule with clubs, get-togethers, volunteer work, summer classes— She would always find listless moments where she missed the hustle and bustle of fall semester, or the feeling of writing a paper last minute. Loretta might have hated academia on principle, but that didn’t stop her from loving it in her soul.
This weird yearning had resulted in her rambling to Alyssa about college as the two put together book “blind dates.” For someone who refused to even mention her own college years, the woman was putting up with Loretta’s ranting awfully well. At least for a time.
“Lori, you’ve really been taking summer classes?” Alyssa huffed. “Just enjoy your break, goodness—”
“I’m trying to catch up on credits after y’know,” Loretta said.
“After insulting your art professor and switching majors?”
“He deserved it!” Loretta stuck a label on with a bit more force than necessary. “Besides you’re one to talk Miss Graduated-at-Twenty. No way you ‘just enjoyed’ your breaks.”
She looked up from her carefully wrapped package to see Alyssa roll her eyes with more emotion than anyone else was capable of. Only thing that could convey more exasperation was the woman’s occasional sighs— Loretta pitied anyone who felt the full force of Alyssa’s disappointment when a single expression was so much.
“I am going to kill Mina,” Alyssa grumbled.
“Don’t! She’s the only person here on Saturdays I actually like!”
Their conversation quickly devolved into quiet gossip about their fellow volunteers— who kept getting into arguments with patrons, who kept trying to reshelve things (and doing it wrong), the people who never showed up on time. After the display was all set up, Loretta bid her friend farewell before dashing out of the library.
It didn’t take long to get to LNU— Loretta had long since figured out the perfect route between all her usual haunts and the campus. The only real annoying thing was the weather. The fog of late summer was nothing like that of early spring. It had all the heat of any other August day, and the same grey quality of the worst overcast skies. It was a nightmare, and today seemed to be the worst example she had ever seen!
Oh well, it would pass soon enough. This whole listless mood would in a few weeks, when she went back to the dorms and started up the year again. Till then there were still days to waste, and courses to take. Loretta took a breath of the heavy, humid air before heading towards class.
This weird yearning had resulted in her rambling to Alyssa about college as the two put together book “blind dates.” For someone who refused to even mention her own college years, the woman was putting up with Loretta’s ranting awfully well. At least for a time.
“Lori, you’ve really been taking summer classes?” Alyssa huffed. “Just enjoy your break, goodness—”
“I’m trying to catch up on credits after y’know,” Loretta said.
“After insulting your art professor and switching majors?”
“He deserved it!” Loretta stuck a label on with a bit more force than necessary. “Besides you’re one to talk Miss Graduated-at-Twenty. No way you ‘just enjoyed’ your breaks.”
She looked up from her carefully wrapped package to see Alyssa roll her eyes with more emotion than anyone else was capable of. Only thing that could convey more exasperation was the woman’s occasional sighs— Loretta pitied anyone who felt the full force of Alyssa’s disappointment when a single expression was so much.
“I am going to kill Mina,” Alyssa grumbled.
“Don’t! She’s the only person here on Saturdays I actually like!”
Their conversation quickly devolved into quiet gossip about their fellow volunteers— who kept getting into arguments with patrons, who kept trying to reshelve things (and doing it wrong), the people who never showed up on time. After the display was all set up, Loretta bid her friend farewell before dashing out of the library.
It didn’t take long to get to LNU— Loretta had long since figured out the perfect route between all her usual haunts and the campus. The only real annoying thing was the weather. The fog of late summer was nothing like that of early spring. It had all the heat of any other August day, and the same grey quality of the worst overcast skies. It was a nightmare, and today seemed to be the worst example she had ever seen!
Oh well, it would pass soon enough. This whole listless mood would in a few weeks, when she went back to the dorms and started up the year again. Till then there were still days to waste, and courses to take. Loretta took a breath of the heavy, humid air before heading towards class.
Mineczka
A little Valkyrie of a healer.
As a new dawn slowly crest over the sea, peeking it's way through the gates crossing the bay, the sound of clicking in an office would be heard, raising a hand from the keyboard sat in front of her, a pale hand would reach for her a set of round glasses, adjusting them at the bridge of her nose before continuing to type. It had been a long morning, beginning well before dawn after the late shift had done it's course. There were new arrests a plenty, new charges to be filed, new cases to prepare for, and to drop without prosecution. With a few strokes of a keyboard, and a simple signature, she could strip a person of their freedom, or, gift them another chance in life. Breaking the silence, a slight sigh, as her eyes shifted to the clock, it was time to leave the office and begin making her way to the courthouse.
Rising in front of her desk, delicate fingers would grab various documents, neatly placing them in respective order, tapping their edges against the top of her desk, before slipping them within a simple black bag, sorted neatly for the three cases she was a part of today. With her documents sorted, she'd pick up her bag, reaching into a pocket, pulling out a pair of gloves and a laminated card, an ID with her face, on it, printed beneath, her name; Camélia Rivière, before pinning it onto a pocket above her right breast. After straightening out her blouse again, she'd work on her gloves, to protect her skin from the rising sun, and start to the Elevators, taking another soft sigh, today felt like it was going to be a long day...
Several hours passed in what felt like moments, as Camélia had done her job, prosecuting for the state, punishing the criminal, and seeking justice for all. With few breaks between her first two cases, the lunch break felt like a mild reprieve, giving the pale woman a moment to reset, as she sensed her next case was going to be a true battle. Stepping from the Courthouse, Camélia would glance to the bay, noticing the fog coming from it, carried along the sea breeze, thinking nothing of it, she'd carry herself to a nearby café, to review her case over lunch...
Rising in front of her desk, delicate fingers would grab various documents, neatly placing them in respective order, tapping their edges against the top of her desk, before slipping them within a simple black bag, sorted neatly for the three cases she was a part of today. With her documents sorted, she'd pick up her bag, reaching into a pocket, pulling out a pair of gloves and a laminated card, an ID with her face, on it, printed beneath, her name; Camélia Rivière, before pinning it onto a pocket above her right breast. After straightening out her blouse again, she'd work on her gloves, to protect her skin from the rising sun, and start to the Elevators, taking another soft sigh, today felt like it was going to be a long day...
Several hours passed in what felt like moments, as Camélia had done her job, prosecuting for the state, punishing the criminal, and seeking justice for all. With few breaks between her first two cases, the lunch break felt like a mild reprieve, giving the pale woman a moment to reset, as she sensed her next case was going to be a true battle. Stepping from the Courthouse, Camélia would glance to the bay, noticing the fog coming from it, carried along the sea breeze, thinking nothing of it, she'd carry herself to a nearby café, to review her case over lunch...
Ohsumi
New Member
“Anyway, thanks for the time here. Things didn’t work out in the end, but…”
“Stop it. Don’t assume a pretty face and some nice words will get you back your job.”
“No- What? That’s not what I meant. Look, I’ll get going. I can get the uniform cleaned and drop it off in a few days-”
The mansion’s front gates slammed close right in the former custodian’s face. The metal shook angrily at the recoil, forcing the young man to first jump backwards in surprise, then land a kick on the shutters that blocked from view the estate he had been both working and living in for the past few months.
“Okay, screw you, then! Too high up on your horse for proper manners, huh? Some head maid you are! Can’t. Even. Give. A! Proper! Goodbye!” Every word was accompanied by another slam against the gate with the heel of his shoe, until the young man kicked himself off balance and fell to the ground.
Everett laid there unmovingly, his smart suit a stark contrast to the way his figure was sprawled on the ground. When it became clear his frustration was earning no reaction out of his former employers, he let out a long, laboured sigh.
“Fired again, first thing in the morning. Just give me a break.”
The luggage wheels were almost deafening in how loudly they rolled over the pavement. Guiding them was Everett Bona, his uniform asking for far more attention than he was ready to meet. He kept his eyes downcast as he always did, hoping that the foggy San Francisco streets could live up to its namesake and then some more, but he knew better than to rely on that.
Resigned to standing out no matter what he did, Everett pulled to a stop by a bench facing the area’s university campus. Though his stomach grumbled uncomfortably, he deliberately sat facing away from the nearby café, his still-gloved fingers fiddling with the worn luggage handle.
His brows furrowed in a way a creepy former employer had described as ‘unbecoming of his complexion’. A pain in the ass to deal with, that guy was, as were all the rest of them. When he had first landed that fancy job at the mansion—despite his role being nothing more than a glorified janitor—he thought he had landed the jackpot. Cushy pay, and an included room plus meals to boot. In hindsight, he supposed he should have expected things to go as they always did.
“Gotta figure out where I’m gonna sleep…” he mumbled to himself, lolling his head back to stare up at the cloudy sky. Another sigh escaped him.
“It’s getting colder.”
“Stop it. Don’t assume a pretty face and some nice words will get you back your job.”
“No- What? That’s not what I meant. Look, I’ll get going. I can get the uniform cleaned and drop it off in a few days-”
The mansion’s front gates slammed close right in the former custodian’s face. The metal shook angrily at the recoil, forcing the young man to first jump backwards in surprise, then land a kick on the shutters that blocked from view the estate he had been both working and living in for the past few months.
“Okay, screw you, then! Too high up on your horse for proper manners, huh? Some head maid you are! Can’t. Even. Give. A! Proper! Goodbye!” Every word was accompanied by another slam against the gate with the heel of his shoe, until the young man kicked himself off balance and fell to the ground.
Everett laid there unmovingly, his smart suit a stark contrast to the way his figure was sprawled on the ground. When it became clear his frustration was earning no reaction out of his former employers, he let out a long, laboured sigh.
“Fired again, first thing in the morning. Just give me a break.”
The luggage wheels were almost deafening in how loudly they rolled over the pavement. Guiding them was Everett Bona, his uniform asking for far more attention than he was ready to meet. He kept his eyes downcast as he always did, hoping that the foggy San Francisco streets could live up to its namesake and then some more, but he knew better than to rely on that.
Resigned to standing out no matter what he did, Everett pulled to a stop by a bench facing the area’s university campus. Though his stomach grumbled uncomfortably, he deliberately sat facing away from the nearby café, his still-gloved fingers fiddling with the worn luggage handle.
His brows furrowed in a way a creepy former employer had described as ‘unbecoming of his complexion’. A pain in the ass to deal with, that guy was, as were all the rest of them. When he had first landed that fancy job at the mansion—despite his role being nothing more than a glorified janitor—he thought he had landed the jackpot. Cushy pay, and an included room plus meals to boot. In hindsight, he supposed he should have expected things to go as they always did.
“Gotta figure out where I’m gonna sleep…” he mumbled to himself, lolling his head back to stare up at the cloudy sky. Another sigh escaped him.
“It’s getting colder.”
