Let me know if I need to make it longer. Also, is it okay that Anestasia hasn't quite moved into the woods with the Elders yet? Like, she was just recently turned and is going to move in in a week or so? ||
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Set fire to the Third Bar wrote: I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
Rain softly splattered against the double paned windows of Anastesia's bedroom, the moonlight pouring in cast a long shadow across her lithe body hidden beneath the sheets and stretched to the middle of her bedroom floor, resting at the very edge of a rug covered in lush, electric blue fur. Anastesia's eyes seemed to dart around behind her closed eyelids, as if she were seeing through them into the empty and eerily quiet room around her. In her mind, she was running. Her heart beat was rapid inside of her chest, and she heard the loud rush of her blood pumping through her veins. What was she running from? Shades of green and brown seeming to fly past her in blurry whisps of color, going faster and faster as the dream continued. She sould hear herself breathing; Thick, rasping breaths that sounded as if she were sucking in and pushing out the air in her lungs through gritted teeth. Anastesia felt her powerful muscles stretch and contract with every leaping bound she made, each one making her feel like she could fly if she jumped high enough.
An ear-splitting crash of thunder broke through her obscure dream and made her bolt upright in her bed, her body covered in a sheen of cold sweat. With a quick glance around the room, Anastesia sighed heavily and pulled her sheet-entangled legs to her chest. She leaned her wet cheeks, damp from sweat {or tears} against the coolness of her bedroom wall and attempted to curl against it. Before long, Anastesia once again drifted into a fitful sleep, this time not dreaming of anything. Or at least, nothing she could remember later.
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The loud slaps of rain against glass woke Anastesia for the second time that night, and she grimanced at the bad weather Paradise Falls had been cursed with during the late Fall. Rain clouds seemed to generate almost spontaniously around the sleepy little town, and most of the time the rain will fall in only one part of town, and disappear as quickly as it came once it travels a little further ahead. Leaving the other parts of town dry and virtually untouched. Her eyelids still had a heaviness to them, but the girl new she would not be getting anymore sleep for the night. She gently swiped back her auburn locks that were clinging to her face back over her ear and peeled back her bedsheets. Her skin felt sticky in the warm air of her house, and as she passed by her vanity mirror she caught a glimpse of how much a toll the night had taken on her. Anastesia's eyes had dark cresents underneath them, and her skin was pale and shimmering with sweat in the moonlight. The rain began to pick up as she inspected her reflection from across the room, running her fingers through her tousled and knotted hair. She looked as if she really had had a rough night. Nothing a shower can't fix... she reminded herself. Turning on her heel sharply, Anastesia slowly padded out of her bedroom, and to the bathroom 2 doors down from her room. She locked the door behind her as she entered, and immediantly began to undress. Soon she had steaming water pour down over her sweaty skin and soak into her hair, making all the feelings of weariness she had wash down the drain with the water. As she shampooed her hair, her sensitive nose picked up the scent of cherry blossoms the frothy bubbles put off, making her sigh in content. She was actually glad it wasn't her night. She tried to remember the dream from earlier that night, but to no avail. She came up totally empty; The only memories left over from the elusive dream being the feelings of directionless dread and the quietly building power inside of her. She let the steady flow of water from the showerhead wash out her hair as she processed those feelings, over and over again she went thorugh them. Her eyes drifted own to her feet, she watched the streams of powdery pink soap bubbles flow down the grated drain of her shower and huffed in frustration. "I'm just like the drain!..." she muttered incoherently. The sentance didn't really make sense as far as analogies went, but it was the best she could think of during the spurr of the moment. She felt like there was an undetectable vortex in her head, sucking in all the memories she needed most at the time, only to be burped out later at the most inappropriate moments. Kind of think the shower drain...maybe? She shook her head, thinking of how stupid she might look if anyone was able to hear her internal musings. Why did she try to rationalize thoughts and words no one would ever hear?
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After half an hour of steaming water and more musing, Anastesia stepped out of the shower and toweled herself off, and immediantly began prepping herself for the day. Hair, makeup, clean her peircings.... All finished in an hour and a half. Which is good time for her, but it didn't make a diffrence at the moment, it was still a while before school anyway. Anastesia emerged from the bathroom with her hair lightly curled and tied slightly off to the side in a low-hanging ponytail, making her auburn hair cascade across her sholder and hang a bit down her back, her thin and pale body still wrapped in a fluffy white towel. Her makeup for the day was lighter than usual {except for under her eyes to hide those blasted dark circles}; Anastesia's lips were painted a glimmering shade of pastel pink, her cheekbones defined by a dash of bronzer and few few brushes of coral blush, and she highlighted her signature large, aqua eyes with a thin line of dark eyeliner over her lash line and a coat of dark brown eyeshadow over her eyelids. All the dark colors on her eyes were set to distract from the concealer-covered, yet still somewhat visible, dark cresents under eyes, and instead attract attention to the deep blues of her irises. Still wrapped in a damp towel, Anastesia snuck down the hallway to avoid waking her younger brother or step-father and into her bedroom, where she picked out her outfit for the day: A grey and black striped t-shirt with a thin grey jacket to go over it to stand the wheather, paired with casual denim skinnies and a pair of her regular Vans. With a glance at the clock, she once again huffed in annoyance. There she was, for once ready for school ahead of time, but she still wouldn't have access to the student parking lot for a whole hour.
Anastesia sluggishly trudged into the recently renovated kitchen and dug around in the cabinet for a meal, ideally something that she could take her time cooking. A quiet, sleepy voice muttering behind her made her jump and spin around, gripping the counter instinctively just to see her younger brother Alex, still dressed in his bed-time attire. His too-big Superman pajama bottoms fit loosely over his slim pre-teen waist, and the pant legs hung all the way the floor, covering most of his feet. Anastesia would usually joke with him about his pants being a dust mop, and that's why they never had to sweep the house like most other kids. Which wasn't true. It was only because her step-father was a stay-at-home parent, and therefore did all the work around the house during the day to keep himself busy while Anastesia and Alex were at school. It's probably the only thing he ever does anymore, God forbid he ever leaves the house. Anastesia thought bitterly. The girl shook her head, treating it like a mental slap to the face.
"What was that Ally?" Anastesia asked with a playful smile.
Alex immediantly frowned and cocked one eyebrow at the old nickname, as if to say "Your still on that?" He was a younger portrait of Klaude standing right at the doorway. From his mousey brown hair and green eyes, his peachy skin, and even the nearly invisible dashes of freckles across his nose. He was too mature for his age of 13...bummer.
"As I was saying..." he stated as-a-matter-o'-factly, "I asked you if you could make me some pankcakes and toast..."
His round, mossy green eyes begged her to say yes, that kid did love his pancakes, and that was a fact. Finally, Anastesia smiled and nodded towards her younger brother, the 13 year old pain in the ass that she couldn't ever consider living without. "Sure, Otouto." she said warmly, using the Japanese term for "younger brother" like she usually would when she had to act as his mother. Hearing his elder sister talk in Japanese seemed to make Alexander become more relaxed, giving her one of his rare childish smiles, which disappeared almost as quickly as it it spread across his lips. The young boy slowly walked across the tile floor, his pants making a little swish with every step he took as the bottoms of the pants legs acted like one of those automated floor sweepers on television. Anastesia stifled a laughed and set to work on fixing her brother his pancakes and toast.
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45 minutes later, the two of them were having a satisfying breakfast of pancakes coated in authentic Canadian maple syrup, as opposed to Mrs. Butterworth's American maple syrup, which would normally be fine if Anastesia didn't have to pour syrup out of a plastic old country gramma. Looking at the clock, Anastesia duly noted that soon she and Alex would need to head to school. "Okay, Squirt, go get dressed." she ordered through a mouth full of warm pancakes and its syrupy coating. Alex looked at her, visibly irritated that he had to leave his breakfast from more than an instant, and jumped from his chair and skidded out of the kitchen, ran to the hallway, and just about leapt into one of his piles of clothes he keep stacked into his room as if it were a pile of leaves. Anastesia giggled as she slathered more syrup on the remaining peices of pancake she had on her plate, and dug in. After a few minutes Alex came bounding back into the kitchen and flung himself into an upright position onto his chair.
"They should elect you to participate in the Musical Chair Olympics, you'd be a dead ringer for the gold." Anastesia joked musingly. Alex honestly was the best player of Musical Chairs she'd ever seen, he's really light on his feet and has even learned a bunch of different chair-snatching techniques.
"Ha-ha-flaming-ha," Alex snorted as he shoveled another fork full of syrup soaked pancake into his mouth.
Anaestia laughed again and shook her head, taking her time to chew her last bite of pancake. Alex, on the other hand, was never one to savor his food. The child had just gotten two more pancakes onto his plate and was currently shoving those into his mouth, not even taking time to put any syrup on them. "Good Lord, Ally, chew with you mouth closed. You sound like a horse chewing hubba bubba over there!" Alex's response was to smirk and chew even louder, causing the kitchen to fill with the echoes of what sounding like someone repeatedly smacking someone with a lot of fat on them. Anastesia check the time another time and went to get her keys off of the key ring by the door. "Okay, let's go! School is fun, so we can't get there late or else we'll be questioned by those irritating desk jockeys." Anastesia reminded him, jingling the car keys to further elaborate that they needed to leave. Alex looked up at his sister pleadingly, try to buy time to finish the last bits of pancake on his plate, which she allowed. Right after he got the last bit of his breakfast into his mouth, Alex and his sister scrambled out the door and into Anestasia's 1978 lime-green Camero, her baby. Anastesia plugged the keys into the egnition once she heard the sharp click of both of their seatbelts, and felt the engine roar to life under her fingertips. The feeling sent a wonderful jolt of knowing excitement to be behind the wheel through the young woman, and she slowly backed out of the beautifully paved white drive way and into the road. Anastesia smiled as she watched Alex look at the landscape slip by with his face pressed against the window. Today was probably going to be a good day.
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Things That Rhyme With Orange wrote:I'm so iconoclastic; I'm clastic!
I only want you to think I'm fantastic.
I'll participate in what you believe,
If you give me the attention!
Yeah, yeah that's the only compensation
I want to be included in your conversation.
So am I "in" or am I "out"
What is there to think about?
What is that paint brush for?
Are you preparing to draw me?
No wait, please don't!
I am scared,
Of what I'll see...
I'm not a perfect picture portrait,
But I am working on it!
I've been thinking about being cool,
I must have to admit!
Blame it on the corporate skyscrapers in the clouds,
But if wasn't for you,
We wouldn't have all these multiple crowds.
How am I suppose to choose, which one I belong to?
I think I'll perpetuate
A pre-existing runway, {runway}
I guess it is all of the sh-t almost as cool as creating a fresh
New elaboration, "yourself".
It's a marker! It's a sign!
It's something we define!
It already exists, but you helped refine!
An emblem for all your aesthetic kin,
To recognize you by!
The harsh buzzing of Kuan's alarm clock startled the teenager out of his dreams, the sudden motion almost making him fall out of bed. "How did I get so tangled up in the blankets?..." he muttered to himself. Kuan carelessly tossed his small mound of blankets to the foot of the bed and sat upright in bed, swinging his legs over the side of his matress and breifly rested his head in his hands. He shook out his hair before standing up, which was just one of his weird habits from childhood, and walked across the dark blue carpet of his bedroom to his closet. He moved hanger after hanger trying to find a decent shirt to wear, and finally settled on an old California surf shirt he got while on vacation last year. He never surfed while he was there, nor had any desire to, but it was the only kind of souvenir he could find that was to his tastes. Snowglobes, sandal refridgerator magnets, or any kind of jewelry was never really his thing. And possibly the worst souvenir he could've tried to get was a girl, which his father had jokingly suggested. Kuan paled at the thought of going up to one of those half-naked sufer babes and asking them on a date, God... He would crash and burn, and he knew it. Crashes into a mountain, boom, explosion; Call off the search party, no survivors.
Kuan's thought were interrupted by his grandmother calling him for breakfast in her first language, Hmong. He quickly shouted back that he was getting dressed and would be out in a second, and quickly pulled the Surf Shop shirt over his bare chest. Finding pants to wear wasn't near as much of a challenge, all he really wore pants wise were blue jeans. After picking out a pair of slightly ripped blue jeans, Kuan immediantly began to pull them on over his boxers and buttoned them. Still barefoot, he padded down the wooden oak floor of the hallway and took an immediant left into the kitchen. A huge wave of smells wafted from where his mother and grandmother were standing as they cooked, and already he could feel his mouth start to water. "What's done so far?" he asked his grandmother as he stooped over a little to give her a kiss on the cheek. Before the young man could get away, the smiling old woman grabbed only his own cheek and gave it a playful tug. "You're sucha good boy, Kuan. You make your gramma proud!" she said graciously, and let go of his cheek to plant a kiss in it's place. Karrie squealed from laughter at the table behind him, which was quickly silenced to mere giggles by a quiet but firm reprimand from his father. She's 86 and still has a killer grip, he thought to himself, wincing slightly from the stinging pain in his cheek. "Good morning, Mom," he said as he passed his grandmother and over to his mother, stooping over again to plant a kiss on her cheek as well. "Good morning, Kuan. And so far we've fixed all your favorite stuff: steamed seasoned rice, your grandmother's special chicken breakfast patties, turkey bacon, annnnnnnd..... I just now finished the eggs. " she said with a large grin.
"I hope your really hungry! We need to get as much of this eaten as possible." His mother laughed. Of course she didn't mean it, and didn't need to ask for them to do it anyway. The women of the house made the best food probably in all of Paradise Falls.
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Kuan quickly got together a decent sized pile of food on his plate and thanked his mother and gramma. Karrie had already started eating, and made sure to try and show off the fact she had learned some table etiquette by daintily cutting all of her food into little pieces, even things that didn't need it. Kuan rolled his eyes at his princess-like little sister and began eating the way only a guy can. He finished faster than everyone else, and went to get seconds as everyone else started to finish the first half of their plate. As he sat back down, Kuan's father looked up from his plate and cleared his throat, "So, Kuan... How is everything in school? Still able to follow your old man and become a lawyer?" he said with a small smile. The man was very proud of his job, and his ultimate dream was for Kuan to experience the joys of Law School and the thrill of being in court. Kuan just smiled, hiding his nervousness, doubt, and his worries perfectly behind it. Years of practice has finally made him good enough at it that his father can't read his real emotions, which is a fantastic achievement considering what his father does for a living.
"Everything is good, dad. Uhm...straight A's, like always. I'm taking all the classes you recommended, so everything is going good so far." he answered flawlessly. This answer is yet another product of practice, but at lying.
As a matter of fact, Kuan didn't want to go to Pheonix, Arizona for Law School once he graduated. He didn;t like the debate classes and all the other classes he insterted himself into because he's such a push over for his father. He grimaced internally at the fact, he was a push over. He could never tell his dad he couldn't become a lawyer, his dad just seemed so excited about having him work with him at the law firm. Kuan blinked a few times as he stared down at his plate, pausing for a moment to try and think about what he really wanted to do with his life. But that train of thought didn't last very long, he quickly realized he was too late for most anything else. Junior year of highschool...? There aren't any scholarships he would be able to qualify for outside of law, maybe computer programming from all of his experience in the feild, but he knew that was primarily a desk job, and that's not something he could live with for a long time.
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"That's good, son. I'm glad your willing to take this on, I'm very proud of you for taking on so much at your age. I wish I'd had your drive when I was your age!" he father chuckled, breaking Kuan away completely from his thoughts. "Yeah, dad. Thanks alot, that...that means alot that you think so much of me." he chuckled awkwardly, Kuan was at an utter loss for words. He wished time could go by a little faster and he could just leave for school right now and avoid more of these awkward conversations. He felt horrible to get so much praise for being a push over, and it was approval he was striving for rather than a career. Kuan honestly wished he knew how to say it without killing his dad.
Karri squealed in the chair next to him as Kuan stared blankly at his food, making him jolt in his seat, he quietly laughed at himself for being so uneasy that morning. Kuan's mother looked at him with her soft brown eyes and gave him a motherly "Is something wrong?" look. "Kuan, sweetheart, what's got you so fidgety? And you've just been staring at your food for the past 10 minutes. Are you finished?" she asked. Kuan knew she wasn't concerned about the cooking, and he knew that was just her way to keep herself from prying. So the other person has an option to which question they answer, that way everyone's happy.
"I'm fine mom, thanks." he said with a little smile. "And yeah, I am finished. I guess I got more than I could actually eat this morning!" he said with a casual laugh to accompany it.
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