Stranger Things
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Kaledo Art
DEAR READER
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Origami Around
KIROKAZE
Peter Solarz
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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if i look back, i am lost
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NASA
Keni
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@loraliepierce
I didn’t do it for you.
She needed help and I took her in. Then when she ran away, I went with Rizzo Fitzroy to get her back. You weren’t even here.
Quite right. I wasn't here. I was locked up in what can only be described as the torture chamber of an insane Government agent. Thank you for your concern, by the way, Dee. It's very much appreciated.
I'm going to my room to clean up. [Walks away]
Yeah, we had one, but she disappeared.
She’s probably dead now, who knows. I’m the one who found her, but she kept running away.
Thank you for taking her in. Elfy was one of my good friends and the last thing I'd want is for us to be unkind to one of her members. It's a shame she didn't stay, though.
Oh! Shit! [Goes over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder] Don’t, uh… don’t cry. Heh.
Everyone’s totally fine. Uh. Fuck, man. [Uncertain laugh] I didn’t think you were ever coming back. [Pats her shoulder]
I wasn't particularly sure I was coming back, either.
I heard about the Whirlybirds. Do we have any girls here?
Loralie.
Dee! Are you okay? How are the girls? Is...is everyone okay? Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I'm so...I'm sorry.
Girls? Hello?
Was It Worth It? || Loralie & Drew
It almost seemed like a fluke. A gasp followed by big eyes peering around the corner for a split second, stopping Drew mid-stride. She knew better. She freed her gun from its holster smoothly, pressing herself against the wall. An honest agent followed protocol and gave the suspect an opportunity to give themselves up before engaging in conflict. Drew considered her work at the asylum to be off the books, so there was no need to follow useless formalities. Though it was dark, she knew if she could get the person to run, eventually they’d be out in the open. Going with a drawn out plan of attack, Drew fired once, shooting at the corner, blasting away bits of the brick.
The air was silent. Either the red haired woman didn't care that Loralie was there or she was planning something. Within seconds, the brick wall next to Loralie's head was shot. She had to force herself not to scream. Her heart was in her throat as she fired her own gun blindly around the corner and made a run for the street. Her feet were moving faster than she could ever remember, except for maybe when she'd run away from her house after finding her family gone and the home ravished. She felt like a coward for running, for not sticking with her plan and saving Jett who needed her, but she would be of no use to him if she was dead. She had to run away and stay alive for him and for her girls.
Loralie was almost to the street. If she ran fast enough, she could get into town and blend in with the crowds. Her legs muscles were burning from exertion but she kept going. Until she tripped. She hadn't been paying attention to the ground and her foot caught on a large tree root. She fell hard and her ankle twisted painfully. She tried to scramble to her feet again but applying even a small amount of pressure to her ankle was too much to bare and she crumpled to the ground again. She had fucked up. It was over. The woman was going to catch her and kill her. Loralie looked behind her, heart pounding in her chest, as she watched the redheaded woman get closer and closer with each passing second.
Was It Worth It? || Loralie & Drew
The asylum’s endless corridors seemed to be rife with suffering, yet Drew strolled down the halls as if it were paradise. She paid little attention to the doctor walking with her, prattling on about the latest experiments, preferring to enjoy the fresh screams that came from behind each door. “I greatly appreciate that specimens you’ve taken care of for us in the past. ” Drew did not return his smile, nodding curtly and looking forward. “And I appreciate your aid.” The last time she’d come to Dr. Yates, she needed proof that a five year old was capable of murder. A few doctored psych evaluations and he was well on his way to execution. Why the old man asked to see her so urgently she wasn’t sure but if it involved sending another child to slaughter, she was for it.
"We’re having security problems." he said plainly when they’d reached the end of the hallway. He tapped the bars on the window and sighed. "One of our guards was killed a month ago. All patients were accounted for. You know what that means." Outside help. The way he spoke, letting his words drag across his tongue, made Drew feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Fear. There was something about his posture and the way his eyes slid slowly to the furthest corners to address her. "I’d like you to assess our security measures and let me know if there’s anything we can do. I trust your judgment." Drew nodded, her hand instinctively reaching for her gun when he motioned toward the exit. "i’ll do my best, sir." Anything to be outside, away from him.
From the moment Loralie had found out where Jett was, she began making plans to get him back. She got as much information as possible on Dullahan - floor plans, blueprints, anything she could get her hands on. She studied the information until she was sure she had found a way in. There was an entrance in the back of the building that was old and hopefully not very heavily guarded. No matter what, she'd find a way in. She had to.
The map of the asylum was folded and tucked into the back pocket of Loralie's dark wash jeans as she stalked quietly around the perimeter. As far as she could tell, she was the only one outside. The air was silent around her. There weren't even birds chirping. It was like they knew she needed everything to be silent. A more steps and crack. Loralie snapped a twig under her heavy boot. The sound startled her and she flung herself against the wall for cover. She waited a few seconds before moving again, just in case.
When she was sure everything was still, Loralie started moving again. She stayed close to the wall and took only a few steps at time to prevent herself from making another mistake. She reached the edge of the wall she had been following. Just around the corner was the back entrance. She peaked her head around the corner and found a woman with bright red hair examining the building. She didn't mean to gasp but she couldn't help it. It surprised her to see someone else out there. She tried to hide herself around the corner again, but her eyes met the other woman's briefly and Loralie knew she was caught. Her hands frantically searched her weapons belt for her gun. As soon as her fingers touched the cool butt of her gun, a small bit of relief flooded through her. She pulled it out of it's holster and held it against her chest as she waited for the red haired woman to make her move.
The Fear || Loralie & Arlo
Bile was rising in Loralie’s throat. She felt absolutely sick to her stomach and could not believe that any of this was happening. ”It doesn’t matter how I fight you, I’m still going to win,” she told him. She knew she could. She knew that if she completely let go of all inhibitions, she could take him down. It would probably be a bit of a struggle because he didn’t seem completely helpless and week, but she was still pretty positive that she could win against him.
The gun dropped out of Loralie’s hand and hit the ground with a thud. Without a moments hesitation, she lunged at Arlo with hands outstretched. She pinned him down to the ground. Her legs straddled his body with his arms pinned against his sides. The next weapon she pulled out was her knife. She held the sharp blade against his neck and glared down at him. ”One wrong move and I’ll slice your head off,” she said. To prove her point she let the knife make a shallow cut in his skin. ”I’m going to give you sixty seconds to give me five good reasons why I shouldn’t kill you. If you fail to do so, I’m going to kill you so slowly and painfully that you’ll wish you had never even met Jett at all.”
Well that backfired. Suddenly the air was knocked out of Arlo’s lungs and he was lying on the ground, Loralie sitting on him and holding his arms. He was stuck. Almost completely stuck. Then the sun flashed against the blade of Loralie’s knife and Arlo sighed. He stayed still and looked up at the Rag Doll.
"I will give you one reason," he began, looking deep into her eyes. he spoke slowly, each word clear and forceful. "Jett wouldn’t want you to." Arlo broke his seriousness and gave her a winning smile before pelvic thrusting to push Loralie off of his hips and roll out from under her. The Killjoy got to his feet and awaited the Rag Doll’s next attack, his body prepared to move in a flash or stand his ground depending on her next move.
Loralie was taken by surprise when Arlo gave his reason. He was right, after all. Jett wouldn't want that. Her momentary shock caused her to lose her balance when Arlo bucked her off. She rolled to the ground on to her back, knife still in hand. But instead of getting up and attacking him, she remained still. Killing him wouldn't solve anything in the end. It would only make things worse. Jett would be mad at her. The Killjoys would be mad at her. It would cause nothing but trouble. Loralie finally stood up. She calmly replaced her knife to it's spot in her holster and dusted off her skinny jeans. She looked up at Arlo with a blank expression, despite the searing pain in her chest. She would not let him see her cry or lose control again. "I think," she started, "that you should leave now. You've delivered your message." She took steadying breaths and kept her gaze bored and uninterested as possible.
p much yes
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Look, it's been like two weeks and I still haven't seen you, so I just thought I'd let you know. [Performs some unceremonious jazz-hands] I'm back.
Dee! I'm so incredibly sorry for being absent. I'm very glad you're back, though, and hope you're settling back in well. Please let me know if you need anything.
Loralie?
No can do, Doll.
So how’ve you been? Holding it together or do I have to step up my patrol?
I said get away from me.
Loralie?
Get away from me.
The Fear || Loralie & Arlo
Arlo winced as her voice grew increasingly higher and louder. The Killjoy understood that hearing your boyfriend admitted himself to an insane asylum would be tough to hear but he was not prepared for Loralie’s reaction in any way. This was rage at its finest; deep, heart-felt, blood curdling anger ripping through a human being.
Then suddenly there was a gun looking at him and Arlo froze completely, not that he’d been trying to move a lot before. Slowly, the Killjoy raised his arms up in the universally recognized symbol for surrender, although he hadn’t really done anything so it was more of a ‘don’t pull the trigger, please’ gesture. His voice was controlled, gentle yet firm. “Put the gun down, Loralie. Put it down on the ground and fight me with your skin instead." Arlo wouldn’t be worried for his life if it wasn’t this Rag Doll in this scenario behind the gun. He knew that she would shoot and that this wasn’t just a facade of power. If he could get her to drop her weapon and try to hit and punch him again, not only could she burn some steam but Arlo could grab her arms and hold her down. There was no use trying to reason with her while she still had the upper hand.
Bile was rising in Loralie's throat. She felt absolutely sick to her stomach and could not believe that any of this was happening. "It doesn't matter how I fight you, I'm still going to win," she told him. She knew she could. She knew that if she completely let go of all inhibitions, she could take him down. It would probably be a bit of a struggle because he didn't seem completely helpless and week, but she was still pretty positive that she could win against him.
The gun dropped out of Loralie's hand and hit the ground with a thud. Without a moments hesitation, she lunged at Arlo with hands outstretched. She pinned him down to the ground. Her legs straddled his body with his arms pinned against his sides. The next weapon she pulled out was her knife. She held the sharp blade against his neck and glared down at him. "One wrong move and I'll slice your head off," she said. To prove her point she let the knife make a shallow cut in his skin. "I'm going to give you sixty seconds to give me five good reasons why I shouldn't kill you. If you fail to do so, I'm going to kill you so slowly and painfully that you'll wish you had never even met Jett at all."
The Fear || Loralie & Arlo
Arlo knew there was a possibility of Loralie doing something drastic but he imagined her trying to hurt herself, not him. He continued backing up, watching her begin to tremble from anger. “I didn’t brainwash him!" he began to protest her accusations, although at heart Arlo knew she wouldn’t really be listening, nor would she accept that as truth at the moment.
The Killjoy was certainly not prepared when she threw something other than words at him. Her fist collided with his nose and Arlo let out a sharp exhale of breath, bringing his hands to the place of contact out of instinct. Luckily there was no blood coming from it so it wasn’t broken. “Loralie you need to calm down and let me explain what happened. You clearly need to know the story." The young man was trying to keep calm but it was getting progressively more difficult, especially with the added threats. Arlo stopped stepping away from her, his feet firmly planted and his brain turning back on. Crinkling his sore nose, the Killjoy turned his shoulders so he was, once again, square to Loralie.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" she screeched. Loralie had never heard her voice so loud and awful before. It was a foreign experience for her to lose control so quickly. Usually she was able to pull herself together and act calm and collected but this wasn't just about her. It was about Jett. It was about her best friend in the entire world being taken away from her. No one had consulted her to see if she agreed. No one had even given her a heads up.
"I don't give a shit about the whole story," growled Loralie. She pulled her gun out of her belt and held it up, pointed straight at Arlo's heart. Her breathing was labored. Every passing second brought more and more anger and hurt. She knew it wasn't just Arlo. She knew that Jett had made a decision to leave do this but she didn't want to admit it. She couldn't admit to herself that Jett had betrayed her. She refused. That left Arlo as the only person she could blame. Her eyes narrowed at him. "I'll give you a five second head start before I come after you and literally rip your heart out."
one person you would like to be friends with but aren't right now?
I don't think there is anyone right now.
best girl friend?
That's a tough one. I suppose I'd have to say Queenie, though.
