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May 28, 2019 19:33:20 GMT
Post by Savannah 'Mystic' Silverman on May 28, 2019 19:33:20 GMT
[attr="class","ren"]AND NOW I'M ALL ALONE IN MY STARLESS MIND 'This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drown the whole world..' The sound of a beat could be barely heard out of the head phones. These sat in the ears of a white haired girl in the corner of the club barely in existence. Literally she had spawned full grown from a egg of psionic energy and it set forth energy that altered memories of those in the clubhouse. Other than her mother and father whom were out doing meaningless tasks under her control.
They were resisting the altercations of the memories they had but she managed to just haze over foggy details. It would leave them with a sense of skepticism when it came to her like a dream world you just know isn't real. She didn't want to be she needed enough time to figure out how to explain her existence to them. There was a bottle of gin on the table beside her curled up form on the couch. Her fingers were dirty from the black oil pastels she was using to draw images that came to mind. One being her father with the form of snakes escaping his back.
Not that she really knew this was a thing but it came to her while she was connect to his mind. Her back was leaned against the arm rest as her back was turned to the door. Her knees bent there holding the canvas as she drew and zoned out. Once silver eyes had turned to a bright white round the pupils as she finished the sketch. When she finally came out of the zone she was in and her head tilted to the side looking at the demonic looking sketch. It was one of many she had drawn in her short existence and she ripped the sheet setting it on the table before she turned the bottle of gin back. @ TAGGED [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.ren]letter-spacing:-1px;-webkit-transition:all 1.5s ease;transition:all 1.5s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.ren:hover]letter-spacing:1px;-webkit-transition:all 1.5s ease;transition:all 1.5s ease;[/newclass]
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May 28, 2019 20:18:51 GMT
Post by brick on May 28, 2019 20:18:51 GMT
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Brick stood there at the back of the bar. The burn of whisky biting at the inside of his mouth as he stood and watched over the clubhouse. It wasn't like Brick to be so morose but he couldn't help but reflect on all the fucked up choices he had made. Good. Bad. he was a Fool. There was no changing that. The fact that he stood by his brothers even in the end was a testimate to how stubborn he could be. His family had tried reaching out and they only got cold rejection. He didn't want pity from them. As far as Brick was concerned the Fools were his family.
He poured himself another as he was assuming the role of unofficial bar tender. The fools mostly poured their own drinks. You handled and managed your own fucking buzz and you drank accordingly, but something about this felt like celebration. Brick poured everyone a shot and demanded they drink it. He even gave one to Mystic. Though she didn't really strike him as much of a drinker. Brick looked at her a moment. Clarity and fog rolling through his curious eyes as he watched her doddle her little doodles. Damn. She was a a member as long as he could remember but he couldn't exactly recount any times they had partied together or even shared a conversation. It was like unclear a hazy blur moving over his memories and claiming them as unusable. Brick attributed his lack of clarity to the whiskey in his hand. Throwing another one back he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and stared at Mystic. "What are you drawing anywas? I know I look like a model but you don't have to paint my portrait. A sly smirk rode across his face as he poured another drink for Mouse and the boys. He turned back to Mystic and nodded in her direction as he slid her a drink that was a little bit stronger. So what if he couldn't remember specifics. She was a fool. She was clad in the leather reaper that made her his sister and fuck all else. He had given up his real family for this, his surrogate family and there was no point in crying about it, he could at least get shit faced in the company of friends.
A slow tinge rolled through his stomach at the thought of Harper. He wished she was here. His misery mingling with a little close friendship and maybe whisky and bad choices would finally make him grow a set of balls. Oh well. His old man was a hard ass but he wasn't speaking to Brick either. Voicemails and missed calls and a whole lot of fuck you. He wasn't going to return the calls. His family turned their backs on him so why should he give a shit? If he had bothered to check a voicemail he might've learned his old man was in the hospital. Clinging to life. Instead here he stood behind the bar and acting like a degenerate. It made his new Fools family so proud.
Though internally Brick was bitter and salty he was all smiles on the outside. Swaying lightly with the effects of the alcohol Brick was a few shots away from falling on his face. It was only 12:43 pm and he was already hammered. Sliding down the other end of the bar towards Mystic Brick decided to distract his misery with a little curious attention. "Wh....why can't I remember ever partying with you before?" He asked drunkenly. "You never went out to any of Johnny Rome's ragers I know that much, but..... Seriously. We should hang more. You're like the only member I feel like I don't really know." He turned to Mouse as Mouse started chugging a whole bottle. "Hey! Don't choke on it asshole it's not a dick!" He laughed. Turning back to Mystic he picked up the picture she had been drawing. Taking it right from her grasp.
He looked at it a moment curiously. The black shadowy figure. The serpent slithery shapes protruding from the back..... "What the fuck?" He looked at Mystic a moment and then back at the picture. "who the fuck is this supposed to be?" He asked bluntly. Though the boys of the club knew of Shawn's shadow shifting abilities none of them really grasped the full extent of his otherworldly presence. His dimension shattering dark energy travelings. None of them had seen Shawn angry before, because Shawn was very careful to keep that shit composed. Brick handed the picture back and lost interest. Throwing her a wink he raised a beer to her. "You and me... Darts Later. Okay?"
Brick was somewhat known as the clubhouse funny guy. The party guy who was always there with a smile on his lips. Even when shit was the worst. Especially when shit was the worst. He was friends with everybody and no one really had a bad word to say about the guy. Though he masked his personal life with parties and fake smiles. He danced and sang and pretended that he was happy but the Fool's Dice could only fill so much of the whole in his life and he was searching for something more. As Brick walked away he turned to the sound of the door opening. Standing in the doorway was a silver haired silhouette wrapped in sun baked shadow.
TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ TB & THQ
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May 28, 2019 20:53:01 GMT
Post by silvershadow on May 28, 2019 20:53:01 GMT
Tiny pieces of twinkling star kissed shadow blossomed in his mind. The drowning pull of quiet and ash collecting his senses and leaving him shattered in the wake of complete realization. He was being fucking played. It had taken Shawn most of the morning to realize this but after sitting on a hill that over looked the city and quietly contemplating he couldn't remember why he was fucking there in the first place.
Shawn had spent most of his morning in the shadow realm. Watching the moon that always existed there sit in the sky and rain down silver waves of peace and tranquility. He always found clarity in the shadow realm. He went there when he had to sort out his shit and refocus his fucking rage. The fact that he was there this morning wasn't out of the ordinary, but he didn't have any shit to sort out. He was at fucking peace with the world. The love of his life had blossomed into his world and he had wanted to spend every moment with her.
The fucked up thing was he wasn't even having any doubts. That alone should scare him. The fact that he was so ready to devote to this piece of the American dream. Life in the burbs, wife kidlets and a whole lot of fucking responsibility. That could have, should have drove him to the sunken place. His ashy temple of quiet reflection, but it didn't. You know what he was thinking about up on that hill overlooking the city. The Dodgers. How they almost clinched the penate last year and their team looked even better this year. Fucking baseball. He wasted his morning in silence thinking about baseball.
More than once he had flickered back to reality only to phase back into the grey wash foggy delusion. He stood there a moment not able to remember why he would have wanted to leave the silence in the first place. It was confusing it was fucking with his mind and somewhere deep down he must've known that this wasn't his choice. Deep down he should have known that he was under someone's control, though he sat there all morning with nothing in his head but sugar plum fairies and butterfly kisses. He had his thumb up his ass all morning waiting for the epiphany to hit him that someone didn't want him in reality.
That's exactly why he was here. Standing in the doorway of the clubhouse Shawn looked around. Everything seemed normal. The same party bullshit was going on 24/7 at this place. Mouse was being a lush and Buster was already passed out at the bar. Jesus fucking Christ it was a good thing these assholes were criminals. Shawn wasn't sure a single one of them could hold down a nine to five job. All was well and shit looked normal. Shawn couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. Maybe it was the hissing bubble in the back of his throat or the quiet slither of his boots across the floor. There was subtly there.
Shawn stopped. Looking at the girl at the bar he had no idea who she was. She seemed like she belonged here, but at the same time..... Who the fuck are you again? The question rolled through his mind like a thundering fright train. "Sssssssomethingssss not what it ssssssseeeeeeemssssss Shiny Hero." The voice was almost welcomed. At least it fucking agreed with him. Every sense in Shawn's body told him that something was wrong with that girl in particular. He wasn't a dumbass and unlike the rest of the assholes here he wasn't too drunk to notice the obvious stranger sitting in the club wearing leather she hadn't earned. "Who the fuck are you?" He asked from the doorway. A slight turn of his head he was still standing in silhouette.
Violence whispered in his head some more. The viper who's tongue had control of his thoughts. "Bring her to violennnnnccccccces. Sssssshe doessssss not dessserve to wear the REEEEEEAPER!" The word reaper rolling off its fowl tongue was almost an angry hungry growl. Shawn agreed. She didn't deserve to..... Brick interrupted his train of thought like an asshole. "What the fuck are you talking about Shawn. That's Mystic. She's one of the boys." Turning his attention away from Shawn Brick went back to his whatever. Shawn looked around and the members that were consious and awake didn't seem to be arguing the fact. Chaos spoke up in his head. "LIEEEESSSSSSSSSS DIRTY FILTHY BITCH LIEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssss" The S's always slithered harder than the rest of the annunciation. Shawn frowned. He had no telepathy. He couldn't grasp her attention with his mind and have a private conversation. "Mystic." He said quietly. The words almost sounded as if he were chewing on them to see if the flavor his his tongue right. "Can we have a word outside?" He asked as nicely as could be.
Shawn's fists were balled up in violent tension, but that was just the anger rising in his chest. He didn't like being lied to. He didn't like being FUCKED WITH! He had a feeling and his feelings were usually right; that she was the one pulling the strings on all the weirdness. The fact that he felt like a zombie all morning and the fact that she had put some sort of whammy on the boys. Shawn held the door open for her. The bright sunlight peering into the bar and only baking half of his face in illumination. The half that wasn't still cast in shadow looked pissed. Chances were good the other half didn't look any happier.
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Jun 10, 2019 16:49:34 GMT
Post by Savannah 'Mystic' Silverman on Jun 10, 2019 16:49:34 GMT
[attr="class","ren"]AND NOW I'M ALL ALONE IN MY STARLESS MIND Mystic hadn't been awake and around them long since she was literally not long into the world. Carefully she had reworked memories to make it seem as if she had been there but no one would truly remember her as face as the basics. It was vague and left open to suggestion. As she finished her drawing she stared intensely at it til one of the guys came over. She knew his name was brick and from the others memories she was sure he was supposed to be funny. "You drink to much Brick. Im always at Johnny's Parties you dont remember helping me dress those manikins in lobster outfits to freak buster out?"
She knew these guys were always wasted at the parties and it seemed like a suggestible enough scenario. "Sure darts in five okay" she spoke as she looked back down at the sketch she had made. Though her eyes turned to see him standing there and her heart began to thud roughly inside her rib cage. She could sense them before she even looked at him and knew the snakes were waiting. In the shadows waiting to slither their way out and wreak havoc on the world around them. When he spoke up to her she could sense the anger and see it in his clenched jaw and balled fist.
"Sure Im gonna go outside with the angry guy who looks like he wanted to deck me in the lip. Not a chance buddy, Got a game of darts calling my name." Patting him on the chest she left the drawing of her father and the snakes on the bar and headed over to brick. "50 bucks says I beat you three games to one." She wagered to Brick as she set a 50 on the table near him. Subconsciously she was keeping her senses on her father. Mystic was nervous and she wasn't sure how to explain to her father or even mother who she was. @ TAGGED [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.ren]letter-spacing:-1px;-webkit-transition:all 1.5s ease;transition:all 1.5s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.ren:hover]letter-spacing:1px;-webkit-transition:all 1.5s ease;transition:all 1.5s ease;[/newclass]
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Jun 14, 2019 22:04:18 GMT
Post by silvershadow on Jun 14, 2019 22:04:18 GMT
For a moment Shawn didn't know how to react. He just stood there dumbfounded as she passed on his offer to explain herself. Shawn wasn't used to being told no. Not by someone who didn't outrank him in the club at any rate. Still, his jaw was clinched and his fists balled as he watched her walk over. Shawn flashed Brick a horrifying look of anger that almost made Brick drop his beer.
Then without a second thought, or a moment to consider the other choices Shawn stomped his foot on the ground and screamed into the air in Brick's direction.. The air bursting back and whipping furniture around in a wild frenzy. As violent streaks of shadow seized the clubhouse. Every shadow, every outline, contour and profile reacting in rage.
The pool table flipped, and slowed as the balls spilled out into the air. Almost seeming to dance around one another in slow motion as grey took hold and black and white stowed away chaos into silence. Chair whipped violently against walls, snatched by shadowy tentacles and pool sticks embedded themselves in the drywall; grasped by a hand of shadow as nothing made sense.
Shawn wasn't directing these attack as much as he was senselessly conducting a symphony of chaos. Disrespect was the most important of all. When a man and a thug leaned heavily on his morals, and found them all but covered in blood and a surprising lack of empathy.... Respect was all he had. Not to mention the anger of the situation had been slowly piling on his shoulders all morning until he about reached his breaking point.
Shawn, a creature of violence and anger; just simply couldn't keep it in anymore. The flippant disrespect bringing his lip to a quiver and a finality to his arrogance only came when he saw the picture on the counter. Now lightly covered in snowy ash and taken by the world of grey hue. Shawn stood there. Breathing heavy and causing puffs of hot breath to hang visibly on the chilly air of the sunken realm.
The walls of the clubhouse had broken down. Rubble and brick floated effortlessly around them in a vortex of misplaced temporal cohesion. Back up top, in reality shadows still rampaged through the bar. The bar they were still standing in. The walls white flame, floating through them, between them as Shawn saw Mystic.
The name on the tip of his tongue and yet he didn't know why. His eyes were balls of white fury, his hair shimmering brightly in contrast to the greywash sky. Shawn picked up the picture and looked at it. He saw him. The white hair, the violent snakes protruding from his back....His eyes traveled back to Mystic, who's name he still wasn't completely sure why he knew.
"Who are you?" His voice was not angry but more inquistivite as he asked her with his mind. He knew that he was able to talk to Andromeda once this way before. He still wasn't sure if it was the bleeding of her abilities into his reality or if it was actually a new trick he had picked up all his own, but either way it was worth a shot. MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Jun 29, 2019 16:31:34 GMT
Post by Savannah 'Mystic' Silverman on Jun 29, 2019 16:31:34 GMT
[attr="class","ren"]AND NOW I'M ALL ALONE IN MY STARLESS MIND So much for her game of darts since her opponent about pissed himself at the sight of her dads angry face. She heard the yell and felt the psionic wave of energy from him push forward and begin to change the surroundings. In reality the other fools would notice to much but the table flip and two people going missing from the room. Mystic watched carefully at the world around her changed into a new plain of existence and it was really intriguing to her. So far she hadn't even tried to enter this world and it was mostly because she got mental images of her parents doing the deed that created her.
None of those parts are something a daughter wants to see of her parents. Still standing her watching the ash rain down in this place of silence she held her hand out. The grey dust speckled her pale skin as she smiled a bit. Sure her father had already gotten suspicious ahead of schedule so her mind games weren't as strong against her blood related family. That's when she heard the thoughts into her brain from her father and turned her attention to him. He was wanting to know who she actually was and she just kinda paused and stared at him.
Each and every feature of his rugged angsty face being captured by her memory for the moment when she got shun. It would be bizarre to believe to anyone that their daughter was born and now grown in front of him. "I like this place. Really plays up the angsty broody vibe you got going. Any teenage girls dream really." Mystic responded just with telepathy not wanting to freak him out with her ability to talk here. Closing her eyes a bit she took a deep breath before letting her gaze fall on him again.
"Since you must know. You are my father.....Congrats its a girl!!" She spoke before a red door appeared beside them. Moving towards it she pulled it opened and walked right out of the sunken place. The door opened into the clubhouse bathroom where she found mouse. The door shut behind her and she kind stared at the rather large package in front of her. He seemed a little stumped as to where she came from and well she was impressed just by her view. "Congrats on...all of that cutie." Giving him a wink she turned to walk out of the room to leave more than one person confused. @ TAGGED [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.ren]letter-spacing:-1px;-webkit-transition:all 1.5s ease;transition:all 1.5s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.ren:hover]letter-spacing:1px;-webkit-transition:all 1.5s ease;transition:all 1.5s ease;[/newclass]
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Jun 29, 2019 18:42:59 GMT
Post by silvershadow on Jun 29, 2019 18:42:59 GMT
At first it seemed as if she wasn't going to answer his question. Shawn frowned and continued to stay at the mysterious girl as he shifted his weight and crossed his arms. He was impressed, but he wouldn't admit that. She held her composure to the shifting reality and seemed to embrace the change rather quickly. Whoever she was playing in shadow didn't really compromise her.
His arms fell away as he felt the air sucked out of his lungs. She said.... Wait... No. That....All of his thoughts reached him a jumble. Though now he couldn't see past the resemblance. The striking likeness of himself and Andromeda. There was no mistaking it but how. Freaking how!? He had questions. Before they could be answered sadly she was gone. Disappeared out of a door from thin air. He wasn't so much mad now as he was confused.
The shadows ripped and tugged at his shoulders. The wind pushed the light short strands of his silver locks around. As if they almost waved goodbye. Shawn's face softened. Lit by the silver touch of the ever present moon in the sky he almost looked.... Happy. Andromeda had said she saw a vision of them together with a child. It still didn't make sense to him. Logic and reason were strangers in this land. In the land of shadows and daughters and impossible feats. Shawn went to follow her through the door but it disentigrated before him and turned to a pile of ash.
"What the fuck?" He heard a voice demand as he slipped back into the passage of reality. Color and light and dancing ambient sound cartwheeled into his senses. Shawn looked over to see Brick standing there with soaking wet clothes. The table, had a beer on it and when it flipped it poured directly on him. "Did you know you're wet?" Shawn asked quietly. It was dry sarcasm with no smile before he moved out of the room leaving the brothers to watch with slight annoyance.
Shawn's mind was elsewhere. Trying to figure out how his daughter, who was clearly his daughter had grown up so fast. Was it a pyschic thing? The Fools didn't really have any psychics in their ranks. Did she possess some sort of time traveling abilities? Loose threads pissed him off. He wouldn't stop pulling at it until the whole mystery unraveled, but in the end he was happy. More to the point he was god damned elated to find out that he had a daughter.
Shawn had never given much thought to the prospect of children, but now that he knew his heart filled with a white light that was a more powerful talisman for him than his mother's lightswitch. The flowing silvery image of his daughter would be his beacon in the dark when the sick violence consumed him. She was what would bring him back from the brink when his madness and chaos spilled into uncontrollable. That was, if he ever formed any kind of relationship with her.
For now he just wanted to see her. To know more. She wasn't hear. He moved through the hallway and didn't see her either at first. Then he spotted her just down the hall. Usually Shawn was always so angry. It was Andromeda who had centered him and pulled some of that anger away from his thoughts and gave him peace in tranquil nothingness. Shawn dipped into the sunken place. A splash in the pool of interdemnsional travel and resurfaced on the other side of her. A dimensional teleport of shadows and light.
He was just behind her as she turned around and ran right into his chest. He was standing there with a soft smile on his face. "It is true isn't it?" He asked. He knew the answer but somehow thought he had to confirm it for his own sanity. He didn't wait for an answer before he took her into his arms and pulled her close. He had a daughter. He had a reason to hate a little lease. He only hoped that his darkness wasn''t in her temperament. He didn't wish that torturous existence on her. For the moment however... He just stood there and hugged her tightly. MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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