Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
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Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
Charles Bukowski (via theglasschild)
otherecho
âSo, are you gonna report your incompetence to your superior or shall I?â Ideally, Echo should be the superior. Theyâve been trying to get a promotion (a word that is essentially meaningless in this town as there are no pay raises in Elswood) and something in HR would fit them nicely. Unfortunately, their qualifications are theater manager. Full stop. Sort of unfair since thats what they were placed in against their own will. âI could call this in right now if you want.â
    âIs there, p o s s i b l y,â Eun-Bi dropped the charred blender into the metal trash can and it made a loud clang that she flinched at, and continued, âa third option?â She wiped her hands on her overalls leaving black smears on in their wake. Zita-- her boss-- had wanted to start up an all-natural juice bar where they used fruits and vegetables grown on their farm and seeing as how nobody else was up to the task of doing this, Eun-Bi was stuck with it... and clearly failing.
    âI would prefer to just get another blender.â
baeilas
Laila opened her mouth to respond and decided to bite into her carrot first. She chewed it slowly because it gave her the time she needed to think of a proper response. âNot that Iâm not grateful or whatever, but how do you see a flying horse shooting through the sky in town and react this calmly? I get people have powers, but a pegasus just shot over your head and youâre acting like that is just regular degular.â
âThat âflying horseâ is a menace to my crops.â Eun-Bi sighed, tone matter-of-fact with little in the way of actual anger. âThe first time I saw it, I hit the deck. Terrifying creature.â Her brows furrowed at the memory, the feel of wet dirt digging into her knees as she scrambled for some kind of hiding place. With a shake of her head, the memory was dashed away.
âNow itâs just...â she waved her hand limply upwards at the sky, ânormal? I guess. I mean, do things like this still phase you?â
âIâm just here.â Eun-Bi chewed slowly, eyes wishing to close in earnest exhaustion. âI really donât think Iâm bothering anyone.â Though, she might be acting directly against her words, her food in her hands, near-falling asleep in a public place, she couldnât find it within her to truly care. The inexhaustible well of energy she normally had was dampened, too much of it spent on the projects sheâd been tending to all week. She took another spoonful of food to her mouth.
baeilas
âYouâd think that if you created a horse, they would come see you every once in a while.â She could hear it overhead and looked up from her book just in time to see the legendary Pegasus that hovered over Elswood shoot through the sky. Laila bit into a carrot and squinted up as it zoomed off into the distance. âI brought that thing to life and Iâve seen it twice in the last five years? Not a hey mom how are you or even like some free flights to the salon. It just floats around and grabs some food like I donât even exist. How disrespectful is that?â
âIf you wanted to give me food, Iâd come see you every day.â Eun-Biâs gaze flicked up from her work to Laila and her book, and then back down to the seeds she was coaxing onto a wet towel. âIâll even call you mom if youâd like.â
otherecho
What the fuck? The âWhat do you mean by that?â Is accompanied by a (SLIGHT) eye twitch. They need a nap. âIâm not limited to certain times for shifting. My ability isnât dependent upon the phases of the moon or some shit. I don't have a shift quota. Did you completely ignore what I just said?â
âHuh.â Eun-Bi stored that information, picking up another french fry to chew on. âWhat, uh,â her brows creased to center, âdid you already answer that question before?â
âI donât know where it all goes. How would I know that?â
nelliewtf
âYeah,â Nellie agrees, allowing her gaze to scan all the fixtures in the room. All the food looked so ripe and deliciousâshe had half a mind to just pick up and start shopping. She gives back an absentminded sort of âokay,â starting to round the room on foot, when she finds her cat sitting in the windowsill across the way enjoying the sun. She greets him, slides his leash on, and turns to face the hallway as Eun-Bi speaks.
âMOOD,â she says, plainly, the ghost of a giggle leaving her lips, âbut the hunger will be quenched within like, ten minutes. I know âquenchedâ isnât the right word, but Iâm stupid and too hungry to do English, so letâs McFreakinâ lose it.â
âQuenched works. Letâs go.â Eun-Bi led the way to her truck, hopping in before leaning over and opening the passenger side door for Nellie. âWhere we heading? Drop of Gomez? You said ribs, right?â
lolakoenig
âSurf and Turf?â Lola swallowed hard, not wanting for her stomach to grumble. She followed Eun-Biâs, not opening her mouth until it was absolutely necessary for her to speak. âSure.â She was such an awful conversationalist, she almost felt bad for the young woman. âI donât like driving that much anyway.â It was odd, but it reminded her so much of her father Lola preferred walking everywhere.Â
âI had to check on all the crops today, seems like  itâs almost ready to be harvested.âÂ
Once they were both situated in the car, Eun-Bi put her hands on the wheel and the truck came to life. She loved the feeling of using her abilities, the steady thrum and hum in her bones and through her veins. The only thing better was the promise of food. âAnythinâ new or interesting happen recently?âÂ
otherecho
Theyâre three cups of coffee into their day and Stressed. Itâs time to talk to anyone who will listen. This isnât a very common thing for Echo to do, but again, three cups of fucking coffee. They can hear colors at this point. The world is in slow motion. Nothing matters. âThe more I tend to think about my ability, the more it feels like Iâm opening a Lovecraftian can of worms.âÂ
It only takes a matter of seconds for them to shift but it doesnât look pleasant. Youâre almost certain you hear a bone or two pop back into place during the whole process. Theyâre swimming in their clothes as theyâre now far too big for their body. âNow, I just lost somewhere around seventy-five pounds and half a foot. Where did the mass go? Where did the mass go? I should have a seventy-five-pound chunk of flesh and organs and shit next to me, shouldnât I?â
Eun-Bi picked at her food while she managed to snag a front row seat to a most interesting display. Sheâd been sitting at a table nearby when they started to talk to her, but then right before her eyes, they changed into a completely different person. She gagged at the sound of bones popping, pulling a face to go along with it, but when the change of appearance was done, she merely nodded, impressed.
âNice. How often can you do that?âÂ
lolakoenig
Lola had spent hours planning what sheâd do with her day. Buy whatever sheâd need to prepare some food, cook, and then maybe even do something extremely exhilarating like taking an afternoon ideas. Lola was full of ideas, and she couldnât wait to get home and start her adrenaline-filled evening.Â
That changed when she was offered the chance to go grab a bite instead of wasting energy cooking, and honestly? That sounded amazing. âSure.â It wasnât exactly an excited answer, but Lola was genuinely glad to accompany her, even if she didnât exactly show it. Maybe that was something she ought to work on. âWere you craving something specific?â
âGood, because I hate eating alone.â Even though she was left generally to do just that.
âSteak and shrimp.â Eun-Biâs answer was immediate, excitement stirring as the promise of food reared its head. She tucked her hands into the pockets of her overalls and started walking towards her truck. The thing didnât have any gas in it, an old ancient sea-salt rusted assortment of metal, but she could make it run easily enough. âCan I drive this time?â
trashebags
âWaitââ Inhale. âWaitâŠwait,â and a breath out. âSoâŠwere just gonna pretend like there was no explosion just now? There was an explosion! There was an explosion, right?â Donât do drugs, kids. He obeys, still, making his way to the table and settting the food down âYou need a bandaid or some shit? A tylenol?â
âYeah.â Eun-Bi slowly nodded in answer to his question but her gaze was solely on the pizza. She quickly opened the box up, careful to keep a hold on the excess energy zinging around at her fingertips. She took a bite of cheesy goodness. âIt was just an explosion, nothing came off it.â
âI donât need a bandaid. Did I scare you?â Eun-Bi remembered to ask because as normal as it was to her, she forgot sometimes that she tended to frighten other people. âSorry. Thanks for the pizza.â
nelliewtf
Though Nellie had been here a few years, and though sheâd known Eun-Bi for virtually the same amount of time, she was always a little gobsmacked with how talented everyone was, and how it seemed so easy for them to perform their duties. As she approached the farmhouse, her walk slowed to both watch Eun-Bi put away the mower and allow her friend to catch up.
âIâve actually never been inside the farmhouse,â she admitted, a little sheepishly, seeing as how she dropped off her cat a couple times a week to be their personal pest control, âbut I am starving and could fully tear up a rack of ribs right now.â Nellie stepped onto the porch and opened the screen door with a bit more force than was necessary, gesturing for Eun-Bi to step inside before her. âI just gotta get Gomez on his leash and take him home first, but thereâs a really good restaurant on the other side of my apartment, if you wanna go there!â
âItâs pretty nice.â Eun-Bi stated, leading the way into the rustic home and business. She walked past fruits and vegetables, narrowly dodged a precariously balanced stack of jars on the table, before disappearing down a hallway. The layout of the farmhouse had their business part near the front, but the kitchen was right off to the right of the foyer. Down the hall was the staircase to the second story where more rooms were. Her voice echoed down, loud enough so that Nellie could hear. âGonna change, be right back.â
Minutes later, Eun-Bi appeared back in the foyer in a new set of clothes.
âNellie, if I donât eat soon, Iâll die.â
The moment Eun-Bi removed her hands from the mower, it powered down, she lifted it up with an ease that seemed odd for a woman of her stature but she hefted it all the way to the shed without breaking any sweat. She was hungry, grumbling about all the work sheâd accomplished without food all while she walked towards the front of her home stopping short only when she saw someone. âThe food we sell is inside there.â She pointed towards Zitaâs front porch, their shop just behind the screen door. âBut Iâm going to go get food somewhere else if you wanna come with.â
trashebags
âRing-a-ding-ding, I got a supreme pizza with your name on it straight out the firey coals of LUIGIâS COMMUNISM KITCHEN. Elswood doesnât even have a Luigi as far as any of us know but damn, that son of a bitch makes a really good deep dish.â Heâs really not supposed to say all that when someone answers the door, but fuck it heâs kinda blazed. âSo are you payin for this in cash or credit?â Ah, that classic Elswood-has-no-real-currency humor. Check his Twitter for tour dates for his upcoming show Money? In This Economy?
The sound of someone at her door distracted her enough that Eun-Bi started and surged the engine sheâd been working on, the fragile piece of machinery gave a loud, air shattering boom and she was thrown backwards from her room, arms out to contain and absorb the blast. She coughed once and then again, body buzzing from the excess energy and when she answered the door the smell of burnt hair strangled the scent of beautiful, beautiful pizza. She blinked and the buzzing in her ears cleared and her thoughts were once again in order.
âCan you set it on the table?â
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Seok Eun-Bi
Farmer & Mechanic