Stoxcism

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“So are False Dichotomies like the one you’re presenting to me. Socialism is a thing, ya know. There’s more than one way to seize the means of production for the good of a society.”

Her expression turned serious.

“Anyways, don’t tell Summer we had this conversation. He needs the happy-go-lucky Plume for the sake of his mental wellbeing. I care for him too much to have another thing to worry over.”

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His expression turned sour. “I have no more desire to carry on this conversation. I bid you adieu before I end up hurting something.” He turned his back on Plume and headed for the door. 

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“Yikes, how cold his heart is.”

She crossed her arms.

“Not surprised though, seeing what he’s done in the past. And plus, people tend to go nuts when they see the broken, cold side of such a seemingly warm person such as myself..... I guess I can’t blame him.”

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“So are False Dichotomies like the one you’re presenting to me. Socialism is a thing, ya know. There’s more than one way to seize the means of production for the good of a society.”

Her expression turned serious.

“Anyways, don’t tell Summer we had this conversation. He needs the happy-go-lucky Plume for the sake of his mental wellbeing. I care for him too much to have another thing to worry over.”

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She seemed concerned.

“Uhhh, are you okay there?”

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He looked up. “Sorry. Just my brain reminding me of my mistakes.” He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to stifle the memories.

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“Hey hey, it’s okay. We all have different ways to cope. For example, when Summer is asleep I sometimes take a box of Animal Crackers and pretend the animals were the people who wronged me in life. Then I slowly bite their limbs off before getting to their vital organs so they can die a slow and painful death. My favorite flavor are the ones with pink icing and sprinkles!”

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“I take back the innocence comment.” His pupils widened in shock. She’s changed more then I thought! He mused to himself within his mind.

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She nervously chuckled.

“But please don’t tell your brother! He still believes the whole act! As Neo says, it’s like society holding on to their ill advised belief of Santa Claus, or Capitalism!”

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She seemed concerned.

“Uhhh, are you okay there?”

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He looked up. “Sorry. Just my brain reminding me of my mistakes.” He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to stifle the memories.

[stoxcism-blog]

“Hey hey, it’s okay. We all have different ways to cope. For example, when Summer is asleep I sometimes take a box of Animal Crackers and pretend the animals were the people who wronged me in life. Then I slowly bite their limbs off before getting to their vital organs so they can die a slow and painful death. My favorite flavor are the ones with pink icing and sprinkles!”

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She seemed concerned.

“Uhhh, are you okay there?”

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Winter walked inside the dark oak halls of The Lounge, scanning his eyes about the room he spotted Plume. Waling up to her he questioned, “How’s Summer?”

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She turned around and smiled.

“Summer is doing great, although he’s quite busy. But I mean, he always is.”

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He smiled from the good news. “He’s the leader of a country, he better be busy.” He joked. “If he wasn’t, then he wouldn’t be doing his job right.”

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“Say, how is your territory or whatever doing these days?”

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“Orderly as a nation should be.” His face turned stern. “But not orderly through force like a dictator. Crime is punished by me personally.” And nobody wants me after them. He thought with a dark mentality.

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“Uhh, alright Machiavelli! “

She took a step back.

“I would have preferred not to hear that!”

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“Hmm. So innocent you still seem to be. To think that the war would’ve changed that, or did Summer shelter you from that as well?” His brow raised. His thoughts racing with theories on just how Plume could be with maturity and better training.

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“No, no. I know the full extent of war, I killed a man in cold blood and I constantly think of it. I’ve also seen thousands die from war’s cold grasp and shudder at the thought of it.”

She smiled.

“Which is why I shut it all out and think happy thoughts!”

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Winter walked inside the dark oak halls of The Lounge, scanning his eyes about the room he spotted Plume. Waling up to her he questioned, “How’s Summer?”

[stoxcism-blog]

She turned around and smiled.

“Summer is doing great, although he’s quite busy. But I mean, he always is.”

[frxzenblades-blog]

He smiled from the good news. “He’s the leader of a country, he better be busy.” He joked. “If he wasn’t, then he wouldn’t be doing his job right.”

[stoxcism-blog]

“Say, how is your territory or whatever doing these days?”

[frxzenblades-blog]

“Orderly as a nation should be.” His face turned stern. “But not orderly through force like a dictator. Crime is punished by me personally.” And nobody wants me after them. He thought with a dark mentality.

[stoxcism-blog]

“Uhh, alright Machiavelli! “

She took a step back.

“I would have preferred not to hear that!”

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stoxcism liked your post:like this for a starter.

Winter walked inside the dark oak halls of The Lounge, scanning his eyes about the room he spotted Plume. Waling up to her he questioned, “How’s Summer?”

[stoxcism-blog]

She turned around and smiled.

“Summer is doing great, although he’s quite busy. But I mean, he always is.”

[frxzenblades-blog]

He smiled from the good news. “He’s the leader of a country, he better be busy.” He joked. “If he wasn’t, then he wouldn’t be doing his job right.”

[stoxcism-blog]

“Say, how is your territory or whatever doing these days?”

[frxzenblades-blog]

stoxcism liked your post:like this for a starter.

Winter walked inside the dark oak halls of The Lounge, scanning his eyes about the room he spotted Plume. Waling up to her he questioned, “How’s Summer?”

[stoxcism-blog]

She turned around and smiled.

“Summer is doing great, although he’s quite busy. But I mean, he always is.”

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like this for a starter.

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alright. let’s get this ball rolling.

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*Cough cough* Starter call plz

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b o i

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W A T

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alright. let’s get this ball rolling.

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*Cough cough* Starter call plz

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Inside the mindset of the battered executioner

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“Sorry.”

She let go of him and sat on the side of the bed.

“It’s getting late, do you want me to sleep on the couch tonight?”

“Wait, I don’t WANT to sleep on the couch. Why the hell would I ask that?” She thought to herself.

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“Why would I want you to sleep on the couch? Just, if you’re gonna cling tight enough to pierce skin, cling to the part of me that doesn’t have skin. I’ve seen enough blood leave my body as it is.” He said, rubbing his fleshy hand over the cold metal of his other. Silently wishing he hadn’t make that reckless charge on his former teacher that lead to him loosing the limb.

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“Thank you….”

She laid down as far from Winter as possible and closed her eyes.

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“Sweet dreams, Minty.” His smile grew upon calling her that nickname. He liked it, he thought it sounded cute. 

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“Goodnight.... Winty...”

She wanted to hug him but also didn’t want to do it too hard again.

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Inside the mindset of the battered executioner

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“Sorry.”

She let go of him and sat on the side of the bed.

“It’s getting late, do you want me to sleep on the couch tonight?”

“Wait, I don’t WANT to sleep on the couch. Why the hell would I ask that?” She thought to herself.

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“Why would I want you to sleep on the couch? Just, if you’re gonna cling tight enough to pierce skin, cling to the part of me that doesn’t have skin. I’ve seen enough blood leave my body as it is.” He said, rubbing his fleshy hand over the cold metal of his other. Silently wishing he hadn’t make that reckless charge on his former teacher that lead to him loosing the limb.

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“Thank you....”

She laid down as far from Winter as possible and closed her eyes.

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Inside the mindset of the battered executioner

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“Sorry.”

She let go of him and sat on the side of the bed.

“It’s getting late, do you want me to sleep on the couch tonight?”

“Wait, I don’t WANT to sleep on the couch. Why the hell would I ask that?” She thought to herself.

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Inside the mindset of the battered executioner

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“Oh god no, please don’t leave me alone with my thoughts”, she thought to herself.

She shook her head and clung on tighter.

“Sorry, sorry.”

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“I’ll be taking that as a no.” He said, noting the pressure on his left arm. “But please, try not to stab my good arm with your nails.” He chuckled.

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“Sorry, I’ll try not to. Please don’t hesitate to smack me if I do though.”

Despite still feeling on edge, the adrenaline was slowly wearing off and she grew drowsy.