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21
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she/her
SEXUALITY
bisexual
OCCUPATION
painter
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Dec 22, 2019 18:00:04 GMT
Post by Soile on Dec 22, 2019 18:00:04 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
notes
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for ______
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0072 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
There was something about his voice.
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Something painfully familiar.
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She knew this voice.
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Soile turned to the figure hesitantly, a hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes as she saw the helmet begin to disengage. She took slow footsteps, her heart pounding with fear.
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No… It couldn’t be.
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She put her hands on either side of the helmet and took it off for him with bated breath.
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Her eyes widened.
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she/her
SEXUALITY
bisexual
OCCUPATION
painter
UNSORTED
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Dec 22, 2019 14:12:58 GMT
Post by Soile on Dec 22, 2019 14:12:58 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]☎
for ______
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✏
0427 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
A part of her felt bad as he started showing signs that he was actually in pain– it’s so easy to forget he’s human, too. But he deserved the pain, didn’t he? She pulled a little harder on one specific suture, maybe out of spite. No, he really didn’t deserve her kindness.
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As he spoke again and answered her question, Soile found herself no less confused. Nothing about it made sense. The killer agreed that he didn’t deserve to die, but then went on to say that it was necessary? How is killing an innocent boy necessary?
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He made the comment about Valo wanting her to be happy, and she fucked up one of the sutures she was working on at that moment as her hands grew shaky.
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It was so easy to succumb to the anger.
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Anger was always stronger than fear.
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“How,” she breathed, blinking away the tears, “How can I be happy with him gone?”
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She finished the last stitches hastily– she was starting to get angry, and she didn’t want to hurt this thing unintentionally.
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She set down the needle and string as she got the bandages.
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“When I–” she had to steel her nerves. “Back there, it– it wasn’t the first time. I couldn’t do it, before, but seeing you– knowing what you did, I just–”
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She bandaged his hand quickly, making sure it was as tight as possible. She didn’t care if it hurt him. She wanted it to. She wanted him to be in pain. It needed to be tight to help stop the bleeding, anyway.
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Soile had to get up. She needed space before she started crying again.
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Her jeans were bloody, she realized, as she got up and made her way to the kitchenette.
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“You keep emphasizing the point that he wanted me to be happy. That he thought about me until the end.” She grabbed a glass from her cupboard and filled it with water. Her throat was too dry. She downed it quickly.
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She pressed her hands to the counter, unable to look at that thing right now.
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“How many times have I tried to kill myself because of what happened? How many times have I drank and fucked away the memories so I could pretend to have a normal life? So I can feel normal?”
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She bent over slightly, elbows pressed to the counter as she held her face in her hands. She can’t cry. She can’t cry. She was crying.
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“W-Why are you trying to answer all my questions like this? Are you– Are you here to torment me?”
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
you killed him
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21
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she/her
SEXUALITY
bisexual
OCCUPATION
painter
UNSORTED
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Post by Soile on Dec 22, 2019 2:50:29 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
notes
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]☎
for ______
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✏
0359 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
Soile soaked in every word he spoke as she continued trying to remove the bullet. It was deep.
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Her heart ached a bit, as she heard that Valo continued to talk about her in his last hours alive. It… hurt. It hurt a lot. She felt her eyes grow hot and she had to close her eyes for a moment to blink away any tears that threatened to spill.
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No. No crying. Not while you’re trying to take a bullet out of someone’s hand.
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When he said that she did not need to be kind to him, she had finally pulled the bullet out, letting out a breath as she held it between the tweezers for him to see.
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“No. I don’t.”
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She certainly didn’t want to be.
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“I’m going to hope you don’t want to keep that as a souvenir or something.” She set the bloodied bullet and the tweezers down on the table.
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She got a cotton ball and saturated it with hydrogen peroxide again, using it to gently dab at the wound directly this time to disinfect it. It was bleeding like a motherfucker– probably hurt like one, too. But he was being good so far. Did he even feel it?
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She grabbed a roll of surgical thread and a needle, which she proceeded to disinfect.
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Soile half-thought of just bandaging it and calling it a day, but she knew it was too deep to let it go without sutures. She didn’t have one of those fancy needles the doctors used, so a normal sewing needle will have to do.
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She began to stitch his hand with clean, practiced sutures. He’d need to be careful with it– the hands were easily agitated places, and he could mess up the stitches without even thinking about it.
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Stitch after stitch, she decided she needed to ask another question.
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“Why did you do it? Why did you kill him? He didn’t–” she steeled herself, “He didn’t deserve to die.”
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It was such an obvious question, but she felt like she needed to know. She couldn’t look at that helmet. Her heart was pounding– better to focus on stitching right now.
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
answers?
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she/her
SEXUALITY
bisexual
OCCUPATION
painter
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Dec 21, 2019 16:05:06 GMT
Post by Soile on Dec 21, 2019 16:05:06 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
THAT'S GONNA HURT
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for ______
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0744 words
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Soile was trying not to show it, but she was terrified. She had invited this thing into her home, and now they knew where she lived. Was this a wise decision? She was trying to justify it by using this as an opportunity to talk to them– find out what happened, why Valo died the way he did. She doubted anyone else had ever come this close to his murderer. She doubted they were so stupid enough to be out in the open, too, knowing they were a wanted criminal. But she had them here, in her apartment. Dozens– hundreds– of people wanted to know the truth about Valo’s death, and in nearly five years, nothing had really come up to provide any clarity, as far as Soile had heard. And she had the killer in her apartment.
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She found her first aid kid, and walked back out into her small living room to see ______ seated at her couch. It felt… strange… seeing them with a part of their armor removed. The suit really was a hulking piece of metal, and a seemingly normal person resided within.
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It wasn’t hard to notice they were staring at something. Her eyes followed what she assumed was their gaze, looking at a particularly unsettling painting.
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It was a decent sized painting– about 20x24, with intense, vibrant color and uncontrolled brush strokes. Everything about the painting was raw and full of emotion, nothing felt precise or exact– it was just a feeling of… something. It was difficult to make out all the shapes, but there was a vague figure of a man, blue as the sky. And there were other indiscernible, grotesque shapes– forces of dark colors, purples, reds… like an onslaught. The blue figure was being overtaken or haunted by something. Maybe even destroyed. The other colors seemed merciless.
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Soile didn’t want to say anything about the painting. She thought that maybe ______ had some kind of role to play in the painting’s message, considering what the painting is, but she doubted they understood it. Not really.
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She cleared off the coffee table and set down some instruments she’d need for an at-home bullet removal.
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She’d pull on some rubber gloves as she went to sit next to them, taking their hand in hers, keeping their palm up as she inspected the bullet wound. Something she noticed curiously is that this was a man’s hand. It’s not hard to tell– a man’s hand is more broad, and there was something about the knuckles and joints that were different than hers. She expected this might be a man– but seeing his hand and the rest of his forearm confirmed it.
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She should probably stop thinking about his hand and start thinking about how she’s going to get the bullet out.
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“Yeah… this is probably going to hurt. I apologize ahead of time.” She spoke quietly.
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This was gross, of course, but she could stomach it. She’d seen a whole lot worse in her short lifetime. This was nothing. Admittedly, she didn’t have too much experience with bullet wounds apart from one occasion she didn’t want to think about, but sometimes one time is enough.
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Okay…
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She placed his hand palm-up on her lap (not caring if she got blood on her jeans) while she grabbed a cotton ball and some hydrogen peroxide. She knew harsh substances like this would make it harder for the tissue to heal, but it was a better disinfectant than soap and water, and infections were gnarlier than tissue taking longer to heal. She saturated the cotton ball.
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She cleaned the area around the wound, trying not to actually get the wound itself. Disinfecting the actual wound would come later– if she got hydrogen peroxide in the wound now, it’d hurt like hell and make the bullet removal more difficult.
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She set the hand back on her lap as she disinfected a pair of tweezers.
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She took a deep breath to settle her own nerves.
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She’d need to distract him somehow– this was going to be painful.
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“You said before that he confided in you before he died… why would be bother confiding in his killer?”
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She began pulling the bullet out, trying to be as careful as possible. She didn’t want to rush it and risk hurting him. Whenever blood got in the way, she stop momentarily and clean the space around the wound again. It was a slower process than most experienced practitioners.
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
ouch
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bisexual
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painter
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Post by Soile on Dec 21, 2019 4:56:56 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
notes
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]☎
for ______
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✏
0417 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
A sense of relief washed over her as they conceded to staying. They seemed hesitant, but she suppose it was in her favor that they were being so amiable. It was… weird. She felt nothing but fear and hatred towards this thing, but they had shown nothing but a distant compassion towards her. It was… unsettling.
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What exactly happened five years ago?
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She needed to know.
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“Alright…”
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The place was void of all visible life as she walked inside the building, expecting her savior to follow again.
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“I’m on the fourth floor… The elevator’s broken, but the walk up the stairs isn’t terrible.”
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There was the loud reverb of music playing overhead, the bass making the roof vibrate with each thump. She made her way towards the stairs, steep steps up until they passed the floor saturated with music and reached her floor.
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The music sounded more distant here, at least. She expected it’d be quieter in her unit, though, so she hastily went over to her door down the hallway, swiping a card along a slot where a holographic keypad manifested. She didn’t attempt to hide the numbers from ______ as she typed in a six-digit numerical code. The keypad disappeared, and her door slid open.
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She wordlessly beckoned her companion inside, and once they were in, the door would shut back closed again.
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The lights were automatic, flickering on dimly with their presence.
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Her place was small and compact– a living space that comprised of a sofa facing a small, wall-mounted screen, a coffee table littered with painting supplies, and canvases lining the walls, some painted, some barren. Those that were painted depicted strange, abstract images, most of them seeming quite grotesque or unnerving.
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There was a small kitchenette to the right of the entrance that looked underused. Soile didn’t eat much.
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“Make yourself comfortable and sit somewhere– and, uh, take off your glove-gauntlet thing. I’m just going to grab the first aid kit real quick.”
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Soile kicked off her boots and pulled her sweater over her head, tossing it across the arm of the couch. She remained in her camisole and jeans as she hastily made her way down a hallway to the left of the entrance.
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A short hallway with a small closet, a closed bedroom, and the bathroom Soile entered and was currently rummaging through.
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The place was quaint and minimalistically bohemian. It suited her. No bright, clashing colors. A large window was opposite the entrance, the neon city flickering beyond the glass.
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
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she/her
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bisexual
OCCUPATION
painter
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Post by Soile on Dec 21, 2019 3:31:17 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
notes
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]☎
for ______
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✏
0286 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
She heard their voice behind her, leading her to glance over her shoulder at them. She went to tuck her hair behind her ear, careful not to get blood in her hair.
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“I-I mean… You’re hurt… because of me. I can’t let you leave without at least trying to help, it wouldn’t be right.”
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Her answer was straightforward, but being questioned by the machine behind her made her uneasy. She didn’t know if one wrong answer would cause them to walk away.
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“If you’re not comfortable, then you can leave right after, but I just want to make sure your hand is okay.”
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Truthfully, she was terrified of this thing, but she needed answers. She didn’t know when she’d get the chance to ask them about Valo’s death again. No matter how scared she was, she couldn’t lose this chance. She had one chance.
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She felt bad about the bullet, but a part of her was worried they might hurt her while she tried to patch it up. She’d need to actually take out the bullet… that had to be painful. There was no working around it, though.
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The walk to her apartment was short.
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It was the average apartment building, nothing special. It did’t look like anything, really, just a building with several floors of housing units.
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She turned back to the machinated figure who had followed her, Soile having reached her destination. She expected they might try and leave now. A part of her wanted them to.
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“Can… can you stay a bit? Just so I can patch your hand up? Please?”
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She needed to try and get them to stay. There was a natural sort of flutter to her eyelashes she did subconsciously.
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
stay
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21
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she/her
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bisexual
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painter
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Dec 20, 2019 23:19:03 GMT
Post by Soile on Dec 20, 2019 23:19:03 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
notes
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]☎
for ______
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✏
0367 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
Their hand was trembling, and Soile let go, allowing her own hands to fall, stained with their blood.
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Did Valo really love her until the end? Did he really talk to this thing about her before he died? Somehow the thought didn’t make her feel much better, but at least it explained how this thing knew her.
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She wanted to stop crying.
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They were right, this wasn’t the place to talk about this– Soile was surprised they were willing to talk at all. What was their gain? Could she even trust this thing?
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What if it was just trying to get her to trust them only to kill her like they killed Valo?
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No… they saved her life. If they wanted to kill her, they wouldn’t have injured themself trying to prevent her from killing herself.
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Maybe this was her chance to get answers, if they were willing to talk.
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“A-Alright. My apartment isn’t far… Just… Just give me a minute.”
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She took a few moments to steady her breathing and wipe her tears with the sleeves of her sweater. She probably looked like a mess– her eyes puffy and her face stained with tears. Her heart was beating too fast for her own comfort. She wasn’t sobbing anymore, but her eyes were still watery– She’d probably start crying again soon.
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“I have a first-aid kit at home, for your… hand.”
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She didn’t want to think about the fact that there was a bullet lodged in their hand because of her, so she started walking back the way she came– through the rest of the alleyway maze, in the direction she knew her apartment was. The alleys were easier– fewer curious gazes. That said, there tended to be more trouble here in the dark, but Soile doubted anyone wanted to mess with her if she was being guarded by a hulking suit of metal.
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She expected her savior to follow– she certainly wasn’t going to wait for them. She had trouble looking at them, truthfully. There was something about a soulless, faceless gaze that unsettled her.
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Her footsteps were slow, but sure, as she walked in the silence. The sounds of the city felt so far away…
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
what a weird bodyguard
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21
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she/her
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bisexual
OCCUPATION
painter
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Dec 20, 2019 17:01:29 GMT
Post by Soile on Dec 20, 2019 17:01:29 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
December AH, +3 exp.
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]☎
for Valo Morei
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✏
1031 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
No matter what you do, or how things change, you can never truly forget.
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It was easy when you lived in London, surrounded by new friends and learning to love yourself. You could laugh and smile without anything holding you back anymore. Not even the guilt of what happened in Helsinki could take away the peace of a new life. Life was good to you for the first time in years, and you had good people around who cared about you.
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You started painting a lot to cope with your memories, putting your raw emotions on canvas whenever you felt them. Sometimes you found yourself up for hours, sleepless nights passing by as brush met canvas and created something horrific.
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The images you made were often grotesque and seldom suitable for the sensitive eye. Harsh, clashing colors– unsettling figures– an abstract flurry that beggars the imagination.
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You showed some of these paintings to your therapist once, and she was greatly unsettled by what she saw.
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So you kept it all hidden.
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It was one dark evening, closer to 3 am, that you felt yourself moving beyond your own accord. You’re not sure what happened that night, but when you woke up, half your apartment was covered in paint.
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And in your living room, was a painting.
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The image you painted haunted you to the core. So much so, that you packed up your apartment and moved back to Hiraeth City less than a week later. You don’t like to remember what the painting looked like.
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You came back to the city at the dead of night. At 3 am.
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It wasn’t long until you heard the news. You didn’t take it well.
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Suddenly, every good thing came crashing down. Your sunny summer days and rosy hazes in London suddenly felt so far away. You could’ve come back to Hiraeth City as soon as you left Helsinki, but you didn’t, and the allure of a new life had dragged you in and kept you there for so long that you forgot what it was that kept you going in the dark depths of your inner thoughts.
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It’s so easy to forget about your highschool sweetheart and those gossamer dreams when life wants you to move on from your past. You really wanted to leave everything behind, Hiraeth City included. It was selfish.
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You abandoned him. He needed you, and you weren’t here. You may as well have pulled the trigger yourself. You could’ve come back sooner, and you didn’t. You could’ve spoken to him first. You could’ve said goodbye. But you didn’t.
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You were falling,
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Falling,
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Falling.
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Vertigo shook you
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The fear took you
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And the ground rose to meet you.
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No, it didn’t.
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You gazed down from the top of you new apartment building with a hazy gaze. It was so easy. It would’ve been so easy to just…
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A step forward, a leap, a fall.
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The wind blew right through you like a ghost.
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Could you actually do it? Was it worth it?
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You abandoned him. You two could be together.
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When you were in Helsinki, you thought about it all the time. Going back and starting a life with him, if he’d have you. He was probably dead by the time you escaped that horrid place, and it made you sick to your stomach. You daydreamed like some naive child, and when you became a new person in London, you fooled around and forgot he even existed.
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Valo deserved better.
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You tried to take the last step.
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You couldn’t do it.
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It was 3 am.
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The city was brighter at night than you remembered it– Loud, neon, suffocating– an overload of the senses that would leave you dizzy and disoriented.
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But here, it’s quiet.
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You put your head back, leaning against a cold tombstone as you gazed up at the sky. There were almost no stars here anymore– the city was all consuming. It takes every good thing away, it seems.
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“I didn’t miss this sky,” you say, finishing the rest of your frozen yogurt as you set the cup down beside you. There was another cup of the cappuccino-flavored confection, untouched.
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You always bought two.
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“One of the kids I tutor told me today that he wants to be a superhero when he grows up. It’s cute, I think. He said he wanted to be like the Moreis.”
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She sighed.
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“Wouldn’t that be something? Kids looking up to you and becoming heroes and vigilantes? It’s a nice thought. There are a lot of good kids in this city, but some are too young to really understand how dangerous that life is. The superhero fantasy is charming, but I don’t know what I’d do if ten years down the line, I saw one of those kids on the front of the papers with an obituary following it.”
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Hopefully, she’d be here this time. To protect the children. She couldn’t afford to lose anyone else in her life.
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“I think I’m learning to be happier, too. I met some good people at a coffeehouse recently, and they keep trying to get me out of the house. I’m not always up for it, but it feels good to know there are people who want me around. It’s getting easier to smile again. They’re taking me out for drinks at this new place tomorrow– The Corona, I think it’s called. Should be nice.”
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The visits were always short, but it helped her cope. She didn’t think about Valo too much outside of these occasions, because she didn’t think she could deal with the weight of it all. So she suppressed it. The thoughts, the memories, everything.
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But the moment she touched that headstone, all walls broke down. She needed it. Sometimes, the pressure just became too much for her to deal with, so she had to talk to someone who understood– ghosts are great listeners.
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And when she left, things would be built back up like she hadn’t just cried at his grave until dawn.
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At first, she visited every day, and then every other day, but now she only visits once a week.
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She didn’t like to think about how much she missed him.
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
i'm sorry
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21
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
bisexual
OCCUPATION
painter
UNSORTED
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Dec 20, 2019 12:24:24 GMT
Post by Soile on Dec 20, 2019 12:24:24 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
notes
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]☎
for ______
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✏
0195 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
Soile should’ve been dead right now, but she wasn’t.
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The monster in front of her saved her life.
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She sobbed harder as she lowered the gun. God, she was so pitiful– trying to kill herself. The bullet was lodged in his palm like a cork, the blood rich and red and so very human.
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“I-I don’t– I don’t know– I–” she tried to speak. Some of their blood trickled onto her hand, and she dropped the gun completely.
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She was shaking, overcome with shame and grief and awe of what she’d just try to do. The gun fell from her hands like the weight had become too much to bear, like she was disgusted with herself for what had just transpired.
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Tears kept falling, and she took her savior’s injured hand in hers as she fell to her knees.
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“I don’t know, I don’t know. I hate you s-so much– I-I don’t know.”
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She had trouble formulating her thoughts properly.
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“Why did you do that? W-Why won’t you just let me die? I mean nothing to you.”
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Her hands tried not to grip the their injured one too tightly as she looked down, unable to look them in the eyes.
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
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21
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she/her
SEXUALITY
bisexual
OCCUPATION
painter
UNSORTED
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Post by Soile on Dec 20, 2019 5:45:06 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
notes
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]☎
for ______
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✏
0215 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
Her eyes widened as it handed her the gun, her hands shaking. It wanted her to shoot it? What kind of sick joke is this? Did it think it could just undo what happened by having her shoot to kill? This had to be some sick power move. Her eyes felt hot with tears, threatening to spill over as she looked back up at the imposing figure above her.
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“What?”
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Could this even kill it? The weight of the gun in her hand felt too heavy. It was so tempting… she could avenge Valo, here and now. She could finally get justice.
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She found her hands raising, gripping the gun as she aimed square at its chest. Could she do it? Would she? She realized she was crying.
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“You killed him.” She spoke, hands unsteady. “You killed him.”
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The words felt heavy on her tongue, like she had trouble processing it. Her finger was tight against the trigger, like she wanted to shoot but couldn’t.
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“You killed him.”
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Her hands were moving of their own accord, and soon she found herself bringing the barrel up under her chin.
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No, he’s dead because of me. I couldn’t save him. I wasn’t here. I killed him.
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She closed her eyes and felt her finger pulling the trigger.
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
guilt
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bisexual
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painter
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Post by Soile on Dec 20, 2019 4:55:35 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
notes
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]☎
for ______
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✏
0353 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
Did… did this thing just save her?
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The attacking goon had ran before the machine could act on its threat, leaving Soile alone with one of the only things that scared her anymore.
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What did it want with her?
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Clearly, it had recognized her when seldom few in the city had, which didn’t make her feel any better. This thing killed Valo and knew her face… the thought made her uneasy. But it wasn’t attacking her, so what did it want?
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She’d heard that Valo was taken by this thing before he was found dead. God, what if it wanted to take her, too? Despite the goons’ retreat, she still felt cornered, and although this thing had made no harmful move toward her, she still felt endangered.
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Its soulless gaze bore something into her that made her skin crawl with unease. She moved slightly down the wall away from it, uncertain of how to respond or how to act without invoking its ire.
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Soile brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to keep her hands busy as she looked for a way to grab her knife without this thing taking it as a threat.
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“Uhh, yeah. Thanks.”
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She wasn’t sure how to respond to this thing.
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“Thanks for… getting rid of those dudes. I– Ah– Did you want something else, or…?”
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She tried to be brave, but she was afraid the slight quivering of her shoulders or the jitters in her hands would betray her.
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She wanted this thing gone. She wanted it gone before she had half a mind to do something about the fact that Valo’s killer was standing right in front of her. It saved her from a couple of street thugs. It killed someone she loved. She didn’t know how to formulate her thoughts– this could be the opportunity to talk to it and get some answers, but she was too afraid to think properly. But what if it just left and she never saw it again? Could she ever get answers? She wanted this thing gone. She wished it hadn’t thought to intervene on her behalf.
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
BIG TROUBLE
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
she/her
SEXUALITY
bisexual
OCCUPATION
painter
UNSORTED
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Post by Soile on Dec 20, 2019 4:05:42 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
notes
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]☎
for ______
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✏
0218 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
Soile didn’t have the chance to make a move before a figure landed between her and her two assailants. It took her a moment to realize who… or what it was, and she felt her heart plummet.
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No…
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That’s– It’s–
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Almost in shock, she dropped her knife, and with reactionary fear, found herself pressing up against the wall, shoulders shaking. The goons were nothing, but this…
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She’d done her research– she knew the vessel that killed her teenage love.
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What was it doing? Why was it here? She once had a million questions, a million things she wanted to ask it. Life had put this… thing down in front of her and she didn’t even know what to say or think or do… her mind was empty save for the fear and disorientation. She felt sick.
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The broader goon spoke up first.
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“A superhero coming to save the day? I know how you types are– Sorry, but we found her first.”
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Clearly the man was either blind or stupid, because he attempted to throw a punch at the thing square in the face.
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At almost the same time, the scrawny one began to bolt out of the alleyway. “Are you an idiot?” he called back to his companion. “Don’t you know what that is?” And he was gone.
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
really going through it...
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she/her
SEXUALITY
bisexual
OCCUPATION
painter
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Dec 19, 2019 12:49:44 GMT
Post by Soile on Dec 19, 2019 12:49:44 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","girlgone"] [attr="class","girlgoneto"] [attr="class","girlgonetop"] ☽☼☾[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✉
diddly darn
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]☎
for ______
[attr="class","girlgonetop1"]✏
0670 words
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonebot1"]
The city was most active at night. This was common knowledge. But eventually, everything needs to close for the night, and the bartender at The Corona had just made the last call.
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Soile didn’t find herself drinking much nowadays, but there were many nights where she’d come to this tiny, tucked-away bar after work to socialize and unwind. She had a couple friends who’d usually meet her, but most of them were out elsewhere for the evening and the one friend who had showed up left some time ago.
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Soile just wanted to finish her drink.
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She swirled the bronze liquid around in her glass as she gazed into it. In a city where every other bar sold colorful, luminescent drinks, she was comforted to know The Corona still sold stuff that even resembled alcohol, and not those weird martinis that look like the liquid inside glow sticks.
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Normally you can tell when you’re being followed or watched. There’s an unsettling sensation, like when something just isn’t right. Soile was experiencing this feeling in full force, but no matter how many times she looked over her shoulder as she walked back to her apartment, there was not an unusual soul in sight. She wondered if maybe her senses were growing dull after spending some time in this city, where you’re constantly bombarded with an overload of the senses. Bright colors, loud music, food stands that make you drool. She can almost smell those porkbuns off Middle Avenue in her mind’s eye…
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No! Snap out of it, you hungry idiot!
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If she really was being followed, then she’d need to lose them before they discovered where she lived. She was starting to regret drinking that other glass of whiskey.
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She made a few turns down a couple of alleyways, needing to remind herself to slow down and walk like a normal person. The last thing she wanted was to arouse suspicion or attract anymore attention, and rushing would definitely do just that. People only rush when they’re up to no good– which she isn’t, obviously.
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But she made a wrong turn. No… was this blocked off before? She could’ve sworn she walked down here a week ago and this was not a dead end before. Maybe if she’s fast enough she can go around the other way–
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She turned around to two figures skulking toward her down the alleyway.
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She just barely recognized the faces of two men from the bar. Were they watching her there, too? God, did she have stalkers, now? Why are there two of them?
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Her boot kicked up, and she swiped her knife from there, gripping it in one hand as she hid it behind her back. She could almost feel the metal on her skin through her sweater.
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“I don’t want any trouble,” she spoke, and hated how weak her voice sounded.
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They were both taller than her by some (which isn’t hard), but their bodies were both on the lankier side. One of them had broader shoulders though, and Soile made a mental note to take that one out first. They seemed too composed to just be a bunch of drunk deadbeats.
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The scrawnier one made a move forward, which made Soile flinch backwards. It was her knife between her back and the wall.
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“Dollface, coming to this city is trouble. You think you can just show up out of nowhere and no one would notice?” The broader one spoke.
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Soile was glancing for the easiest path out, but the closer they got, the smaller the chances of a non-violent escape seemed.
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The scrawny one piped up next. “Our boss has shown interest in you, and we aren’t showing up empty handed.”
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He tried to grab her arm, but she moved to the side fast enough. She was cornered. She didn’t know if these men were willing to hurt her, but she didn’t want to stick around and find out.
[attr="class","girlgonebot"] [attr="class","girlgonelyric"]
much to think about...
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21
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she/her
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bisexual
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painter
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Dec 18, 2019 15:51:03 GMT
Post by Soile on Dec 18, 2019 15:51:03 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","revcall"] [attr="class","revcalltop"] [attr="class","revcallimg"]  [attr="class","revcallname"]SOILE NYLAND [attr="class","revcalllyric"]Hear on the wind how the pendulum swings [break]
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painter
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twenty-one
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94 lbs
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5'3
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+amiable[break]
+brave[break]
+gentle[break]
+creative[break]
+intuitive
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[attr="class","revcalllikes"] +LIKES
+poetry[break]
+art[break]
+the outdoors[break]
+coffee[break]
+frozen yogurt
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-dishonest[break]
-volatile[break]
-distrusting[break]
-reserved[break]
-secretive
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[attr="class","revcalllikes"] -DISLIKES
-bigots[break]
-crowds[break]
-modern technology[break]
-artificiality[break]
-Valo's murderer
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appearance
Soile is a fair, thin young woman with a dreamy air about her. She's ethereally pretty in a natural, effortless way. Her hair and eyes are pale, the latter being likened to the grey of rain clouds. She keeps her hair fairly long and loose, being relatively low-maintenance. She does not put much effort into her appearance, and wears modest, uncolorful clothing in lighter shades, which makes her seem almost ghost-like or invisible amidst the dark, neon landscape of Hiraeth City. Her skin is marred by scars of varying severity, which disinclines her from wearing anything too revealing.
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biography
Soile Tyyne Nyland disappeared over five years ago. Many believed her to be dead, but fate finds her returning to Hiraeth City. She has erased her past. There is nothing left.
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notes
She has a slight Finnish accent.
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18 . she/they . est . skive#1858
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