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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 7, 2016 8:30:14 GMT -5
IF I CAN'T DREAM RATHER HOLD THE PAST THAN TO LET GO,
NEVER WAKE OR I'LL BREAK FROM SHAKING
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I'm sorry if there isn't much to go on with, haha. I hope this is okay, though! Tell me if you want anything changed. | The singular thing that allowed Ira to relentlessly pressed on with the bare minimum of her energy each day was the hope that she would be able to see familiar faces in the new school, and be able to converse, and even fight, with a few individuals. The urge to rampage about and forcibly seek out their presence was barely suppressed in the contours o f her mind.
One such individual she did yearn to meet, however, was called Luna Narcissus. She did remember the girl--it seemed like a painful eternity ago when she barged into her while gesticulating wildly with a neon purple pool noodle.
She came to the final hope that the few she sought was lurking about in the edges of the new school in San Francisco, but she knew her hope was very much foolish, and holding onto it desperately might lead her into blindness, thus resulting into something else significantly more sinister.
Resuming her stroll down the streets of the golden gate city, Ira found herself cringing when she thought of another ominous possibility of what could happen to those... friends. Were they intimate enough to be deemed friends? Perhaps so, but contemplation was useless at the face of them disappearing for a long, long while now.
Walking right into the nearest cafe she could find, Ira ordered the strongest coffee they possessed, seemingly determined to force her heartbeat into a rapid elevation. "My name is Lu-" She blurted out the first name that came to her mind, before blinking in a baffled manner.
Sitting down on the bar, and feeling thoroughly disturbed, she allowed herself a low groan as she realized that she verbalized the name of someone whose name she swore she wouldn't say, until she met them.
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Post by Luna Narcissus on Mar 11, 2016 17:20:38 GMT -5
The slam next to her, combined with the 6xExpresso shot, was just enough to finally wake her up. It had been such a crazy past few months for her to be paying attention to her surroundings... In her last LG assignment she was sent undercover, regrettably with the help of her 'brother' to analyze the drugs from one of the neighboring gang deals recently. The mass chaos the city fell into on the between-day was seemingly more important and ultimately the reason it took them both so long to re-locate though. At least neither of them had serious injuries, but motivation was hanging low.
"Stupid San Francisco and it's noisy ass jerks-" Luna mumbled to herself before coming to a sudden stop, lifting her head up to meet the eyes of a dark-haired girl from some months back- the same one she accidentally got drenched with water and fell on top of prior to the RIOT attacks, all while watching her other friends get beat up by some guy on the side. She continued to stare for a moment as per the unicorn effect before coming back to reality to say in a mock-unsurprised tone; "Oh. It's pool-noodle girl. I knew I heard my name just then".
Luna smiled with nostalgic thoughts of witnessing a shower raid and biscuit-off, before continuing her talk with genuine pleasure written across her face. "It's been a while, huh? Still kicking about I see."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 12, 2016 11:24:50 GMT -5
IF I CAN'T DREAM RATHER HOLD THE PAST THAN TO LET GO,
NEVER WAKE OR I'LL BREAK FROM SHAKING
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| Ira's attention was captured when she heard murmuring from around the bars. Unfortunately for the female, she did enjoy eavesdropping on people--their talk of their lives were interesting, to say the least, and she found herself marveling at how prosaic they seemed until someone seemed to address her.
Looking up nonchalantly, Ira was about to launch into the huge explanation of how she's actually a useless piece of plastic bag in disguise, and how flirting with her would be entirely useless unless they plan to devote a good part of their lives to her. However, before her long monologue, she found herself, with abject horror, meeting the eyes of a very familiar person.
"I'm hallucinating again." She explained to the person. "You look like someone that nearly got me killed in the past, but no worries, it's not like I'm on the brink of bursting into some nostalgic tears and sob appropriately into your bosoms. I'm not drunk."
After speaking coherently, she felt the effects of the alcohol kicking in sooner than she thought, promising to make her inebriated within minutes.
"No, no." She was speaking more to herself then. "I think they are dead." She mumbled to the person. "I was trying to find them, but I think they are dead." She fumbled over her words, with her eyes widening slightly in confusion as to why she was stating everything she was thinking.
Within seconds, when she was certain that her vision was cleared, she looked up to see the familiar face of Luna Narcissus and screamed.
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