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☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Demitra Date: January 13, 2019, 10:26 am
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Partly because of the rush she was in despite it being midday,
and partly because of her blossoming need for a cigarette, Anya
nearly half ran up the subway stairs, pushing past the crowd
swarming down until she was finally at the edge of the exit.
Before she had even made it across to the traffic lights, a lit
cigarette rested between her lips, one hand clasped around a
black plastic bag, while the other pushed a green lighter deep
into her back pocket, a stupid habit she had picked up because
that’s always how she ended up losing them.
Her raven locks framed her face, the wind throwing pieces of
tousled hair in front of her eyes, and as she looks up, her line
of vision blurs for a moment; long enough however that she bumps
shoulder first into a stern and strong chested man who seemed to
be busy staring at his phone instead of focusing on the road.
“**** watch yourself!”
“Why don’t you watch the **** road you ****?!!”
She didn’t wait around long enough to hear the man protesting
and throwing his hand in her direction, but continued forward
fast, finishing the cigarette and lighting another one until she
turned right onto an injunction leading into her apartment
complex. Her lack of activity during the summer break made her
impatient, almost desperate on a day like this where there was
nothing to do, and as she pushes the door open and walks along
the wooden floor, she falls back into a black chaise in the
living room to light yet another cigarette.
Placing the cigarette between her lips she lifts the bottle of
dark liquor out of the black plastic bag, twisting the lid off
to down a quarter of it. It was one of those days. One of those
days where she needed alcohol so the angry voices in her head
shut up and let her rest, even if for a second.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: SPAZZ Date: January 13, 2019, 12:19 pm
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See, life has always been rather unfair. Some drew the short end
of the stick and others drew a plump, healthy twig. Don’t
get her wrong, she’d have her fair share of
disappointment, but it wasn’t at all like her eldest
sister. Catherine didn’t have to go to bed hungry or cold.
Didn’t have to survive into young adulthood to be able to
feel safe. Catherine had the privilege of being placed in a
loving home and sprinkled with the best of luck. The sun always
seemed to shine on her windshield and the planets aligned
themselves in her favor. Always in her favor. I guess
that’s the best way to describe Catherine Anna Rosa;
everyone and everything were always in her favor.
Like a dash of light, the young woman hovered around her room.
Music low and smooth like the Spanish guitar gently caressed by
the loving musician. ‘A mi niña yo le canto… yo le
canto yo le bailo...’ The lovely voice whispered from the
speakers. Catherine pushed herself from one corner of the room
to the next, filing paperwork, picking up others and bring them
back to her desk for further revision. Taking pleasure in
reading her student’s assignments. Placing accents where
needed, sticking little smiley faces on the bottom of each
paper. Encouraging these young, innocent minds to be as creative
as they’d like to. As outrageous as they dared to be
because pretty soon the world was going to demolish their
innocence. Force them to conform and adapt. Throw grey over
their bright colors and she hoped, she just hoped, to give her
students enough wings for them to fly high and above grey.
‘Y a mi niña yo le canto, yo le canto yo le bailo…
Al despertar de la mañana...’ The sweet woman kept singing
sweetly out of the speakers, each word seeping past her onyx
locks and seeping right into her hyperactive imagination.
Catherine allowed the music to take her wherever it needed
without even realizing. It was all just so soothing… So
relaxing… But dangerous in more ways that could ever
comprehend.
It was like if the music took over all her senses and she could
not see, hear, or even smell anything else that the music
didn’t permit. Soon Catherine found herself in a room with
broken down wooden walls and a pressed dirt floor. She could
smell the moisture building within the walls. The fresh aroma of
the country side. Shriveled her nose at the taste of sour milk
lingering on the tip of her tongue. A woman sat on a rocking
chair holding on tightly to a bundle that she could not see
clearly. ‘Dance Anya, you too Surya! Yes, yes, yes!’
The woman cheered in a language that Cat did not recognize but
could understand. A timeless face that she had seen before in
her dreams. A pair of vibrant grey eyes that were shocking to
say the least. And that was all. Just as it had commenced it
ended, with the hard closing of their front door.
The brunette jumped to a stand, holding on to her chest because
God knew it wanted to pound out of her chest. Lips pale as if
she’d seen a ghost… “****… What a weird
dream… I guess I just fell asleep…” She told
herself because there was no other possible explanation. Yes,
just a dream…
Well, out she went to find no other than her eldest sister. Her
green eyes turning into shimmering mountains reflected on a lake
when she looked at her sister. Since she knew of her existence,
she had loved her like she’d never love anyone before
including her adopted siblings. I mean, she didn’t love
them less either but there was something that connected her with
Anya that no one else could share, no one else could ever
comprehend. “Ay Anya, what did we say about smoking
inside.” Catherine chastised her for just a second before
walking right to the velvety chase. Carefully slipping into her
sister’s lap, letting her legs drape over the side of the
seat while her bony arms wrapped around the eldest neck. Her
lips pressing on to one of her sister’s gentle cheeks.
“You’re back! Where did you go?”
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Demitra Date: January 13, 2019, 1:09 pm
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The silence in the house was complete - and suggested that
perhaps Catherine was sleeping; her younger spirited sister
always found time to nap in the day, something Anya was unable
to do, at least, without intoxicating herself into oblivion.
There were no voices, no slow thuds in the corridor, no murmurs
from the plumbing that had given her the worst migraine the past
two days, and outside the birdsong that visited frequently had
evaporated in the heat. She pushed her knees forward to let her
legs rest on the table, taking another big gulp of the drink
before placing it on the table.
“This **** headache. . .”
Admittedly, Anya swore too much, but there was no other way to
express the wave of anger that seemed to always bubble in her
ribcage and repressing it would be so much worse than letting it
out in an unladylike and vulgour manner.
The silence hissed in her ears, and her vision was faintly
distorted - she didn’t know if it was the alcohol but when she
pried her eyes open and looked at the hand in her lap it
appeared strangely large but at the same time unusually remote,
like she was staring at it from across the room. She raised that
same hand and flexed her fingers before she was graced with her
sister's company. Over the years they had become accustomed to
each other's habits, though Catherine was never able to get used
to her smoking, and Anya had never been able to part with her
cigarettes.
It was perfect timing though because she had finished it anyway,
snuffing it out in the ashtray that had turned grey with the
growth of her addiction.
“I know, I knoooow,” her tolerance for alcohol was a strange
thing, it was her best friend when she needed to relax and rest
in the nest of her own mind but her worst nightmare when she
drank to stop the voices.
They never stopped.
She let go of that train of thought however when her sister
plopped herself on her lap and wrapped her arms around her neck,
returning the embrace, and the kiss before resting her chin on
Catherine’s shoulder, staring at her hand once more. She
wondered at that moment how this thing that seemed to grip
things out of its own free will, this flesh on the end of her
arm came to be hers and was entirely at her command but again
that chain of thought was disturbed by her sister's second
question.
“Ahhh, went to see a friend.”
You liar.
“Did you just get up?”
She laughed as she asked, examining the messy curls on
Catherine’s head before brushing her fingers through them.
“Don’t you ever get tired of sleeping crazy?”
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: MrMaru Date: January 13, 2019, 1:35 pm
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Such a hot, horridly dreadful summer day. So much heat, so much
unbridled tension in the air. The sweltering heat, rivaling that
of even Death Valley, showing a merciless front even as the
winds begin to blow; an unnatural chill for this time of year.
If one would look outside, they would see that it was clearly
midday and yet... from seemingly nowhere... dark clouds would
begin filling the skies; a slightly off-color hue beginning to
envelop the area. A deathly chill quickly sweeping the hot
summer city, enveloping it in an almost otherworldly cold;
causing any unexpectant beings to experience a spine chilling
feeling; a sense of dread and fear would consume those not of
certain persuasion; only the chosen few would be immune to the
fear and dread... though, not the sudden bitter chill.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: SPAZZ Date: January 13, 2019, 3:20 pm
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Inside the warm embrace of the sisters things seemed better. Not
really timeless, but better. Anya had turned into her best
friend and confidant despite her clear devotion to Annette and
that weird beyond the years connection that both women shared.
Cat had always been lucky and intuitive but never as sharp and
malicious as Anya. Not in a horrid way, but Anya was just quick
on her feet and sharp like an eagle. Hmmm, more like a fox
really.
The smell of alcohol wasn’t uncommon on her sister’s breath. The
alcohol steeping from her skin wasn’t really a new thing either.
Kitten has just learnt to understand and empathize with her. She
knew that she could catch more flies with honey than salt. Cat
didn’t even acknowledge the strange behavior of her sister.
Hell, it was so common to see her slightly ‘medicated’ that
there was no difference now.
The middle sister moved her hands away from the eldest simply to
push herself to a stand with a roll of her eyes. “Har, har, you
asshole… I just fell asleep this time. Wasn’t on purpose… But
you know, I had this weird dream.” But she didn’t elaborate
either. Just a silly, silly dream. Soon Cat found herself
grabbing the ashtray to take it outside where it belonged rather
than inside where the walls would get gray, cloudy, and smoky in
no time. “Oh! That’s nice, you should bring some of your friends
around. Unless they are afraid of lesbians.” She teased and
opened the screen door that led to their little balcony, only to
be greeted by an unpleasant surprise.
Outside the sky looked horrid. Like if the worst storm the UK
had ever seen was about to hit them. It was summer though and
just a couple of minutes before the sky was clear and the wind
was hot. Now it seemed like they were at a whole different
season. The air was dry and cool, chilling to the point of
making the woman rapidly set the ashtray outside and hurry
indoors, as if the building cloud outside could follow them
right into their home through the open window. It felt menacing,
terrifying. She was so taken by this change in weather that she
didn’t have time to notice the nice young lady unloading her
stuff downstairs. “Ugh, I wanted to go rollerblading with Annie
tonight but it’s getting nasty outside… A shame, really.”
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Selene Date: January 13, 2019, 10:33 pm
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Selene bumps the back door to her shiny rental closed with her
hip, her view interrupted by the two massive brown boxes stacked
in her arms. She shifts her body to the side so she can get a
good look at her new home, an older looking brick apartment
building. This should be fun, she thinks to herself
sarcastically as she glances down the sidewalk both ways to see
the street completely empty. A reflex since Roger. Selene closes
her eyes and takes a deep breath, He doesn’t know where you are,
you are SAFE. This isn’t the first time she’s tried to be on her
own and considering the last apartment she had to herself, she
had every right to be nervous. That, and the fact that she moved
out of the states. New beginnings and all that though, right?
Selene makes her way up the stone steps to the heavy wooden door
she had propped open with a box of books and heads into her
mostly empty apartment. She drops the boxes next to the rest of
her belongings, grabs her books so she can close the door to the
building, and closes herself into her apartment. Selene makes
sure to lock the door, a forced habit, and takes in her
surroundings. The newly redone wooden flooring, the freshly
painted white walls, all of her shit in boxes neatly stacked
against the wall in the livingroom of her small one bedroom
apartment. You’re safe, she reminds herself again and goes to
sit in the bay window in her new livingroom, grabbing the small
wooden box on top of a stack of boxes labeled “bedroom”.
Selene settles into the hard bench and opens her box of goodies,
pulling out a cigar and her stash from home. While she rolls a
blunt, she decides to give her moms’ a call and let them know
she got in safe. She breaks the cigar down and lets the guts
spill into the box while she listens to the phone ring a third
time and one of her mom’s answering breathlessly, “Hello,
darling! Are you there? Is it lovely?” Selene can’t help but
smile, breaking down her sticky weed with her fingers, “Hey,
yeah I just got done bringing my things in.. It’s great.”
Selene smokes and they talk for a while, discussing how proud
they were of Selene, how they missed her already, and hopes they
had for her new life there in the UK. They didn’t know about
Roger, they just thought Selene was exploring her options,
enjoying being young and free and having the ability to travel.
They didn’t know she was terrified to stay in the states, that
she was running from someone who watched her fuck herself online
and became obsessed. Shit, they didn’t even know that she was a
cam girl, how could she even begin to explain the psycho that is
Roger. The desperation, the obsession he had with Selene went so
far that he believed they were in a relationship. The countless
times she’d look up while she was out and see his sweaty rat
face… Selene shakes the image of his face out of her head and
takes one last pull of her blunt, which is now practically gone,
and puts it out. You’re safe, he thinks you’re in California.
She exhales, watching the smoke float up to the ceiling before
closing her eyes once again, trying to erase his face from her
mind.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: MrMaru Date: January 14, 2019, 12:05 pm
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the encroaching storm beginning to intensify, the off-color hue
surrounding the compound where the chosen three reside beginning
to be consumed in it as well, the faint sound of thunder can be
heard rippling from the distance. Pausing for a moment then no
longer, the clouds begin to converge above the house before
blotting out the sun entirely. If one would look out the
windows, they'd bare witness to a rapidly distorting tone as
what was once simply a dimming and darkening grey would
gradually bleed out to an eerie green; as though the beginning
stages of a thunderstorm you just want nothing to do with.
No sooner than the clouds would gather and the dreadful chill
nip at the compound's very windows would darkness fall as an
ominous fog blankets the ground in a thick smoky cloud of
vaporous danger. The surroundings frozen in a timeless state as
the storm intensifies, inconceivably tiny bolts of lightning
jetting forth from the looming clouds kissing the ground outside
the building; sounding as though a child's firecracker being
carelessly left to explode.
Any electronic device such as a cellphone being used cause a
harmless 'zap!' to its owner, no doubt resulting in a fright if
anything. Closed laptops would suddenly pop open and display
images they'd not previously had; distorted visions of a shadowy
figure, the very visage of which would leave any other but a
gifted one either frozen in fear or trembling from an icy
coldness; lying helplessly on the ground. No sound wold come
from a laptop's speakers, however, instead opting to play
through any standalone variants and then... only a select few
would even hear the true sound; a message spoken in a dead
language... latin.
"Anya expecta obscurum. Ad cor tuum, et ecce properat. Olof:
manus tua affectat assequitur. Anima enim est vester, ipse est
coniunctus.
Olof et vastate hostes tui in captivitatem: rabie apprehendunt.
Olof, Selene, Didier, ... cum tribus sororibus et vos in tempore
fuerit, liberabitur."
This stark message is then followed up with a very brief glimpse
of the voice's figure; clad in a long black flowing cloak and
hood; piercing eyes shining an inhuman, almost demonic hue of
green and yellow mixing together with an otherworldly glow. This
image, of course, would display across any and all screens;
interrupting any and all current possible operations.
[spoiler="The translation"]]The translation for the message is
as follows
"Anya, expect the dark one. For your heart, he cometh.
Anya, your hand he seeketh. For to your soul, he is linked.
Anya, ravage your attackers; seize them with ferocity.
Anya, Selene, Catherine, the sisters three... In time you shall
be set free."
[/spoiler]
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Demitra Date: January 14, 2019, 1:25 pm
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“My friends aren’t afraid of lesbians,” she replied, cocking her
eyebrows before grabbing the drink to take a sip then tilting
the bottle in her direction, “but I can’t promise they won’t be
scared of you, what with you looking like that,” she teased her
younger sister right back, stifling a laugh as she spoke. The
lighthearted jokes they exchanged didn’t hinder Anya’s brain
from focusing on the dream Cat had mentioned, after all, she was
of age.
“What was the dream about?”
Anya was skilled in pretending to take things lightly so when
she asked the question, it seemed like a normal one, no high
pitch, no weird rising connotation as she spoke, just a normal
question she was asking her sibling who happened to be opening
the door to the balcony at that moment. When she does, she
invites the coldest air to fly in and goosebumps to raise the
hairs on Anya’s arms.
“Fuck me, it’s cold.”
Such things were normal for London, but Anya had checked the
weather forecast that morning, and it hadn’t mentioned a storm,
or grey clouds even; they were in the middle of April, and
summer had just come so this seemed off, even for their confused
city. Grabbing the leather jacket she had thrown onto the couch
and putting it back on, she walks over to the balcony, opening
the door and examining the sky, watching the grey hues
completely overtake the beautiful white and blue shades that had
been there. And like a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach,
her eyes widen, rushing back inside and pulling the door closed,
the TV turning on and off frantically, the screen painted in an
array of colours, like a rainbow puzzle, but the pieces weren’t
solved, they were scattered all over.
Until the colours morphed into a cloaked man, his being also
dark apart from two glistening eyes that stared at Anya, and it
felt like he was truly here, not an image on the TV, but truly
truly there. She shakes her head and refocuses back on
Catherine.
“CAT!”
The chargers plugged into the walls started fizzing with
electricity and the lightbulb right above Catherine’s head turns
on and off repeatedly. At that exact moment, Anya has this
unexplainable, but overwhelming need to protect her sister, so
she sprints across the room and hugs her in a defensive manner,
the lightbulb above them exploding but as she was crouched over
Catherine, the shards of glass bounced off her back, the jacket
protecting her own skin against the shower.
As everything around her came to a calm moments later, she steps
back, light cerulean eyes checking her sister's bare arms for
any scratches, relief washing over her when she doesn’t find
any.
A second.
That’s all it took for one piece of glass stuck between the
lightbulb and it’s holder to come flying down, but Anya was too
far to close the distance, so she mumbled a spell and raised her
hand, watching the piece of glass levitate in the air right
above Catherine’s shoulder. A slow wave of her hand forced it to
move right and drop to the floor.
There it was again.
That gut feeling.
That instinct to protect someone, but it wasn’t Catherine this
time, so before her sister could digest the events that had
unfolded not moments ago, Anya had rushed out the door,
appearing as if she hadn’t even drunk half a bottle of
Hennessey.
The feeling of fear carried her to the second floor, knocking
aggressively on the first door to the right as the smell of weed
tingles her nostrils.
“Come on. Come on.”
Answer the goddamn door.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: SPAZZ Date: January 14, 2019, 8:41 pm
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"Well aren't you a ray of bitch." Anya's sister replied with a
roll of her eyes and a forced chuckle. Not because of the
teasing of course, but definitely because of the chilling
sensation that this weird ambiance provided. The brunette's
bright green eyes focused on the strange clouds outside, unable
to attribute the weirs weather to any common natural phenomenon.
Maybe a concentrated storm? God knew, but above it all it was
terrifying.
Catherine found herself in the kitchen, opening the refrigerator
to reach for a bottle of cold water to quench her thirst. "Mm, I
think it was about you as a little girl and mom. She heads a
baby or a doll or something in her arms. And—Ahhh!!
Shit!!"Lightning struck hard enough to make her yell, forcing
the young woman to immediately feel foolish after. Hell, she
even stifled a quick chuckled because she’d never been scared of
storms… But this wasn’t any plain ol’ storm now was it?
Catherine parted her lips to speak again, about to say something
quick and sassy about herself but again she was interrupted. Not
only because of the flickering of lights, but because every
electronic in their home started behaving strangely.
Everything else happened in the blink of an eye. Cat had started
to walk towards the living-room just as their apartment started
to break down on them. See, Cat wasn't as quick to respond as
Anya who she had described as a Fox. Instinctual and quick to
spring into action. Soon the 'zooming' of electricity coursing
through the outlets were the least of their worries, fear took
over once more and froze Cat in place. Just as the chilling
scene developed on their TV. A number of scenes and colors that
made no sense but were clearly understood. Followed by words and
figure that did nothing more but raise the hairs in the back of
her neck. She didn’t know what it all meant at the same time
that knew with perfection that it was a threat to her family; to
her eldest sister at the very least. Her plump lips went pale
and her skin turned clammy because in that brief glance she
could see much more than what others could, she was sure of it.
She saw—no she FELT, the emptiness that came from the brief
figure. It was like the true source of nothing. Like a void that
she had never experienced. The middle sister continued frozen
like a ceramic harlequin, unable to do anything else but
stupidly look up at the flickering light, before she knew it
Anya had sprung into action and saved the day.
"Ahhh!! Wh-what-what An-Anya!!” She screamed and hid on her
sister's embrace, feeling the glass rain on them without really
breaking any skin. But Catherine was shaking like a child in
midst of winter without a coat. Like that wintry morning when
they had been taken from the warmth and dragged miles away. This
storm brought much more than fear and lightning, it awakened the
Frankenstein monster of their past. But there was no time to
reflect on anything because soon Anya was chewing up strange
words and before she knew it, there was a perfect chard of glass
floating in the air right above them. What was going on?!
“Anya what---” But again there was no time. Her sister was off
and running down the hall and finally Kitten’s knees lost their
stiffness and she sprung into action. It was the eldest one who
she followed running just as fast as her. “Wa-wait Anya, where
are you going?!” Catherine wondered on her way down the steps,
grateful to be away from all the glass. “Wait-wait-wait! Why are
you knocking in someone else’s door?! Are you fucking crazy?!”
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
By: Selene Date: January 15, 2019, 10:51 am
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It’s like someone flipped a switch on the weather, while she was
bringing her things in it was a beautiful day, sunny and hot
enough for her to be comfortable in a tank top and shorts. Now,
as she’s looking out the big bay window, smoking her second
blunt, it looks like a storm was coming. Talk about bipolar
weather. It was dark out for being only 2pm and the clouds were
rolling in uncomfortably fast making Selene feel uneasy for some
reason. Oddly enough considering she loves storms, she’s loved
watching them since she was a child. Stay away from the windows
during a thunderstorm, the lightening could hit you, she hears
her mother’s warning in her head. Selene lets out a sigh and
with one last good look at the sky out the window, she pushes
herself off the bench, walks over to her pile of boxes, and
flicks on the lights that wash the room in a golden glow. May as
well get started huh?
It starts as she’s opening her box of cookware, the lights. She
hears it before anything happens, the electric sizzle through
the walls. Her eyes follow the sound all the way up to her
ceiling, the blunt dangling out of her mouth, and she hears a
scream and glass breaking upstairs. Before she has time to
react, her own lightbulbs start flickering, “Aw ****,” Selene
quickly dumps the cookware on the hardwood floor with a loud
clatter and puts the box over her head. She scatters to her feet
and the first bulbs break in the livingroom, a loud scream
escaping her as she falls back onto the floor. The glass hits
the box with too much force, like it was hailing in her
apartment.
“****,” Selene gasps and moves as quickly as she can through the
apartment to her dark bedroom, where the lightbulb flicks on and
explodes as she passes under it. She runs to the master bath
where the lights do the same and she jumps into the tub just in
time to be missed by this lightbulb. She’s sitting there with
her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth trying to soothe
herself and get her breathing right. What the **** was that?
Before her brain could go too far into the dark abyss of
possibilities, there’s frantic knocking at her door. “What the
****?” Who could possibly be visiting her HERE? And then she
freezes. Roger. No no no, please no. She hears the knocking
again and slowly rises in the tub, taking the box off her head
and dropping it on the floor. Selene carefully makes her way
through the house, trying not to step on any stray shards. She
sees her forgotten blunt on the floor where the first bulb
exploded. She picks it up and looks up at the broken light
before settling her gaze on the door in front of her. He could
be on the other side of it. All of this could have been for
nothing. Does she ask who it is? No, there’s still a chance he
doesn’t know this is your address… ****. And of course she gets
an apartment without a peephole. Selene relights her blunt,
takes a big hit for courage, and slowly unlocks and opens her
door.
Relief and confusion wash over her as she sees two beautiful
women standing before her. She takes in their features, similar
but still unique to themselves and both equally beautiful. She
crosses her arms loosely and takes another drag of her spliff,
blowing the smoke away from the strangers.
“Um, hi? Can I help you?”
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