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"Life is short and pain is long" indie rp blog for Charlene "Charlie" McGee of Stephen King's Firestarter loved by Tulip multi-verse and semi-selective rebooted Oct. 2018

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           BEVERLY DOESN’T KNOW WHY, but she had the sudden urge to give back. now that it was defeated, and tom was out of the picture, she knew what she had to do. growing up, she always wanted to have a child - to give the child the life she never had. life was so short, so after the divorce was finalized, she decided to pay a visit to the local orphanage. she hadn’t expected to fall in love so fast, but the moment she saw charlie, she had to know more about the girl.

    the process itself seemed to take forever, but she couldn’t help but feel for the girl. the more she knew, the more she wanted to take care of her. once the worker had left, she looked down at charlie, pursing her lips as the girl spoke. “i don’t think you’re dangerous.. trust me, you’re far from it… now, why should i not want you here?” she knew children could be naive, she was the same way when she was the girls age. “everything will be okay now.”

The woman was kind, and genuine in her desire to help, Charlie knew that. Which only made her more determined to run away as quickly as possible. It wasn’t fair to pull someone so well-meaning into the burdens her small frame carried. She would slip out one night, and Beverly would call the police and social services, and they would search and search but after over a year on her own Charlie was fairly well-versed in going unnoticed. It would be better this way. She would avoid getting anyone else hurt because of her, and after a bit Beverly could go back and pick another child to care for, a normal child.

The woman’s gentle words almost made Charlie want to laugh, in a bitterly twisted way, given how far they were from the reality of her life, but she couldn’t explain all that now. “You’re nice,” she said instead, managing a small smile that didn’t quite reach her vibrant blue eyes. “You should send me back and get a baby. People like babies better, they don’t remember their other parents.” Sometimes she wished she couldn’t remember hers, just so the ache of their loss would stop keeping her up at night. Then she immediately felt awful for even considering it. Her pain was all that was left of them.

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“Hey, are you okay? Are you lost?”

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The voice startled her, eyes wide as she shook her head at the boy. “No, ‘m not lost.” She was, but he didn’t have to know that. “Just exploring.” Also kind of true.

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Caught, again. Her own fault, her own stupidity, leading to this. To sitting hunched in a kitchen chair, blue eyes darting nervously around the room as her social worker spoke with the woman who would apparently be taking care of Charlie now. At least, until the girl figured out how to run away again. She’d never stayed more than a month in a foster home before, and she didn’t plan on sticking around long this time either.

She tuned out as the adults talked, catching only brief familiar phrases like severe trauma, unidentified, likely abuse. Daddy never hurt me, she wanted to tell them. He loved me, he died for me. But if she said anything she’d have to tell them what did happen, and then she wouldn’t be sent to live with some well-meaning redhead, she’d be locked away and studied again. If she told, her father died for nothing. So she waited until the social worker left, and then looked up at the woman who was meant to be her new guardian. Beverly, that’s what she’d said when they met.

“You shouldn’t want me here,” Charlie told her, hoping she’d listen and just send her back. She could run from a group home easier. They gave up quick. “Being around me is dangerous.”

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With everyone worried about missing children, consumed by their search for the latest victim, no one seemed to notice that an extra child had appeared around town with no parents in tow. The commotion allowed Charlie to slip by unnoticed, and that suited her fine. Nimble fingers slipped snacks into her pockets as bright eyes watched for any sign she’d been spotted by the store manager. He was preoccupied, chatting with someone at the register about the town gossip, and after snatching a final candy bar the girl turned to sidle out the door only to see a boy a bit older than herself standing there, clearly having seen her shoplifting. Crap. Gotta be more careful. “I’ll share if you don’t tell,” she said hopefully, stretching out a hand clenched around a Snickers.

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“Must be a nice feeling,” he commented idly. To have some skill like that, no matter how it was gained, sounded very appealing. Particularly in a snow storm. Although the rest of her story as to how she acquired those abilities sounded terrible. 

Especially the kind of menace in her voice he might have heard. That sounded bad. 

“No….I wouldn’t expect you would want that, either.” 

“Sometimes.” She didn’t have time nor words to explain to him how her skin sometimes longed for cold, how she ached to know the feeling of numb fingers and chilly ears. How the heat under her skin meant she never got to appreciate the first crisp breeze of fall.

“They wanted a weapon,” she shrugged, “I just showed them what that truly meant. I promise I won’t hurt you, I only use my abilities for self-preservation.”

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“Go somewhere?” Chase repeated. He wasn’t great at coming up with random ideas - plus there were only so many places to wander when he had to be home by eleven for curfew.  “There’s a new sushi place. But that’s not really just ending up somewhere… what are you looking to find?”

“I don’t know, nothing specific,” Charlie shrugged, running a hand through her hair and rolling over onto her stomach so she could look at him properly. “Don’t you ever get the urge to just... throw a dart at a map and head wherever it lands?” She wasn’t entirely sure how to explain how it felt to her to stay in one place too long, like a caged tiger, pacing, waiting to be thrown into the ring.

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Aiden hummed softly to herself as she started to pick up toys around the house. It had been a surprise to her when her husband brought home a little girl. But when Sophia had explained what exactly happened, her heart went out to the small child. Now it seemed like they always had three kids running around. 

“Charlie, Sophia! Can you come here please?” she called out, once she was finished cleaning. since Tony was on a business trip and Peter was at school, she figured a girls day out would be good.

When she first met Tony and Sophia, Charlie was a terrified, hungry, deeply traumatized child who believed her life was destined for nothing but even more misery. She’d been determined to sneak out after a single night in a warm bed with a full stomach, and now, well. Things had gone a little differently than she’d expected, turning the girl back into the clever and caring child she was at heart. A skittishness lingered in her posture, a haunted look always hovering behind her eyes, but with them she had gotten a second chance at a proper childhood.

The girls were in Sophia’s room, holding court with the stuffed animals, when Aiden called for them. “Coming!” Charlie called back as they scrambled to their feet, racing down the stairs, the blonde outpacing the younger girl easily due to her unusual height.

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“I wanna go somewhere,” Charlie’s leg bounced with restless energy as she sprawled across the couch. “Just. I dunno. Drive until we end up somewhere interesting.” Her nomadic lifestyle had resulted in being accustomed to constant movement, to there always being another point on the map waiting to be reached. She’d been settled for so long now it was nagging at her, a claustrophobic feeling on the back of her neck.

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APHRODITE         laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO         glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES         armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS        keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA         discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER         soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity.daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS         drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film.shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS         the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA         resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain.loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism.pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES         devil-may-care smile,  always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.  

POSEIDON         storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore.stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle.compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS        thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. un-natural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face.nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

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Tagging - @pizzaxndsadness, @mcdmples, @iamthexweapon, @thecharmedmechanic, & @snarkofstark

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bury a friend // Billie Eilish

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There are forces loose                 in this universe                     that we don’t even know about yet

Indie Charlie McGee of Stephen King’s Firestarter, loved by Tulip

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Tony squeezed her hand tightly to offer affection he would guess she needed. Being a child on your own out here was not good for the young mind of a child. He smiled at her reassuringly and then took Sophia’s hand, letting her walk Lucy. She struggled to keep up with the dog but Lucy was gentle with Sophia, always was. “My wife will be happy to get you something to eat. If you wanna stay in the guest room, you can do that too.” He mentioned with a kind smile. 

He kept walking, approaching Stark Tower rather quickly. It was a bit cold outside and he could feel it in his finger tips. But only one hand, not the one holding hers. It felt kind of warm. But he wouldn’t say anything about that now. “Sophia. Look before your cross the street.” The little girl nodded and took the proper precautions before walking Lucy across the street. 

Soon enough, they were heading up on an elevator toward the penthouse. “My son, Peter, is probably home now too. So you can meet him too.” He squeezed her hand gently. He heard sounds coming from the living room. Peter was most likely playing his video games. 

“I don’t wanna be any trouble,” Charlie murmured, watching as Sophia stumbled after Lucy, smiling slightly. She liked this family, they seemed genuinely kind in a way very few were, instantly ready to help a complete stranger. The thought of sleeping in a real bed was tempting after many nights curled up on office couches, sleeping a few fitful hours and then slipping out before the janitorial staff came by at dawn. But if she stayed a night, what next? She doubted Tony would be comfortable just letting a child wander off alone again, and what could she tell them of her circumstance? Perhaps she could stay, and simply sneak out while the rest of them still slept.

The girl’s bright blue eyes were wide with wonder as they traveled to the penthouse, amazed by all the shining surfaces. She jumped slightly when they entered the apartment and a warm, accented voice seemed to emanate from nowhere, welcoming Tony and Sophia’s return. “What was that?” she asked, feeling deeply out of place. This was not her world. She belonged far below, a dot in the crowded streets, unremarkable and overlooked. Not here, far above, with people whose name mattered, people who meant something to the world.