Just another concert
Sept 7, 2015 12:06:14 GMT -8
Post by ThreeHornsOne on Sept 7, 2015 12:06:14 GMT -8
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Myth, Debris and Formaldehyde.
A wooden chair below her, and she knew it was shaking with her. She just couldn't bear being close to so many people, as her adoptive father helped to arrange the stage for the great day. They were in a city, that, if she hadn't roamed it at night, years ago, she would tell she didn't know it. However, she had recently learned its name, Tartool, since now, she was able to read. And she read everything, anything, just to keep her young, yet privileged mind distracted. What if someone talked to her? What if someone approached her, touched her, did anything to her? She just couldn't bear those thoughts and shrank, in a failed attempt to make herself invisible. Once they saw her scars, she knew what others would think, it had happened before, maybe twenty years ago, when she was distracted and a kid began to cry at her, and scream for help. She could have killed that child, she had done it before, but, she was not going to. Then, what was wrong with her? What made her so scary if she was the one who was tormented by fear, right now? All those persons walking around, and she knew she would need all her willpower for not to run to Formaldehyde in distress.
Meanwhile, the green-and-white Koltherian was helping to settle everything, always calm, yet keeping one of his six eyes on Debris. He knew how frightened she was, as he saw her hugging a bundle no one but them knew what it did carry. However, he couldn't go to confort her in the moment, he was too busy. "Just a few more minutes..." He whispered to himself. He had told her she would be okay, but of course, in the child's situation, those words were worth tears in the rain. Distracted with his thoughts, he accidentaly colided against another Kolther who was helping. "My apologies." He said, politely, turning his head to stare at the other.
Myth, Debris and Formaldehyde.
A wooden chair below her, and she knew it was shaking with her. She just couldn't bear being close to so many people, as her adoptive father helped to arrange the stage for the great day. They were in a city, that, if she hadn't roamed it at night, years ago, she would tell she didn't know it. However, she had recently learned its name, Tartool, since now, she was able to read. And she read everything, anything, just to keep her young, yet privileged mind distracted. What if someone talked to her? What if someone approached her, touched her, did anything to her? She just couldn't bear those thoughts and shrank, in a failed attempt to make herself invisible. Once they saw her scars, she knew what others would think, it had happened before, maybe twenty years ago, when she was distracted and a kid began to cry at her, and scream for help. She could have killed that child, she had done it before, but, she was not going to. Then, what was wrong with her? What made her so scary if she was the one who was tormented by fear, right now? All those persons walking around, and she knew she would need all her willpower for not to run to Formaldehyde in distress.
Meanwhile, the green-and-white Koltherian was helping to settle everything, always calm, yet keeping one of his six eyes on Debris. He knew how frightened she was, as he saw her hugging a bundle no one but them knew what it did carry. However, he couldn't go to confort her in the moment, he was too busy. "Just a few more minutes..." He whispered to himself. He had told her she would be okay, but of course, in the child's situation, those words were worth tears in the rain. Distracted with his thoughts, he accidentaly colided against another Kolther who was helping. "My apologies." He said, politely, turning his head to stare at the other.
