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[clxscdeyes]

She's been sitting in the same spot since she woke. In the corner, all curled up, helplessly hoping for someone to break her out. None of the food has been touched, and she refuses to look at anyone, really. She keeps her head down.

....

No one is going to help you. You need to get out on your own.

[mysteryofthetoilet]

< open starter >

late at night, one should not reasonably expect anyone to be awake. of course, there were always the odd ones out that had a reversed schedule for any number of reasons, but at the hour, most people would be at home, asleep.

for one being, both the concept of home and sleep were rather unnecessary. as a ghost -- while he was certainly capable of relaxing -- he wasn't able to sleep. sure, he could mimic the action as well as other human necessities, but it was never more than a forgery. and while he technically had a place to stay that could be called a 'home', as a school legend, hanako felt more comfort in floating around empty hallways.

it was boring, for sure, but at least there was a greater chance of coming across entertainment than at the house.

for many decades, schools had been a great location for tests of courage. everyone knew that. and speaking of which, wasn't that a sound just there?

"well, well~..." no chance taken was no chance gained. although it was dark, it didn't take long to locate the source of the rustling. creeping up on the shadowy figure of an intruder, hanako prepared to strike. he floated above to disappear from sight even if turned around upon.

"it's a bit late for classes, don't you think?" he announced his presence through voice. "i'd be more careful if i were you... you never know what evils lurk in the dark."

[cagcdlxve]

Sunflower Festival Open ⋆˙⟡

⋆˙⟡ :- " I learned this from Lady Reina of the Padedue temple! " Lilith explained softly, picking up a few of the pieces of trash that she had gathered in her bucket. She was happily working in the early dawn, helping the keepers clean the beaches of debris left by visitors.

It saddened Lilith that this was a task that must be performed, however, she was learning plenty of new things as she helped Arcanus preserve her wonderful landscape. With small motions, she carefully wove and folded the strips of plastic and strings together around a piece of sea glass. This resulted in a tiny charm that could be worn on a necklace.

" What do you think? " She held the piece of jewelry up for her companion to see. " It is as true as they say, that treasure might be found in what was thrown out! " She laughed from her own cleverness ( she did not remember the exact wording of the phrase. )

[epilvgue]

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Vash laughed. Hard, loud. Hard enough that tears formed in his eyes. He pointed and laughed, doubling over at the expression on the other person's face. The space in front of him was filled by cloudy plumes as warm breath hit cold air.

"HAHAHAHAHA! That was great!"

The snowball had hit its mark perfectly - square in the face. The snow had been just right for it and he couldn't resist watching it explode into powder.

Karma hit as he skittered on a patch of ice, arms flailing as even the jagged tread of his usual boots didn't save him. But he managed to keep balance with some stumbling and sliding. - "Whoa!"

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[mischiefmodig]

Hearths Rising \ / Open

On this evening the snow fell heavy across the isle, creating a blanket of ice and frost over all it could reach. The cold keeps many in their homes with one another for company, but not all desire the comfort of their abode.

The Waystone Tavern is alight with chatter and music of all kinds. Every wall was decorated with plant life and ornaments that signified the return of Hearths Rising. Multitudes of people share in their stories of present times and past times with drink and food. A cheery atmosphere, one to match this particular holiday. Familiar to him now,

It had all come around again. Around and around they had gone. In circles did Loki run now. Away from the myths and away from the ever-pursuing storm.

The black cloak, raven hair, and dark green accents hardly matched the furnishings' bright warm tones. Despite having found the darkest ( coldest ) corner of the tavern to sit, Loki stood out as a stain against a white robe. In most cases, the volume and festivities would have kept him out of such a place, however, he hoped that maybe a certain individual would check in this tavern last for him,

And thus sat Loki in the corner beside a window. Quietly sipping on the Perlberry Rum ( far too sweet for his liking, but the Dwyrnøkk would not be satisfied with anything less. ) he watched the quiet snowfall from his window sanctuary,

[poww]

✘✘  //  would  you  look  at  that  :  an over  glorified  blank  canvas  just  begging  for  some  color  correcting  .  schools  sucked  .  people  who  went  to  schools  sucked  .  like  hell  jinx'd  be  caught  dead  in  some  stuffy  hall  with  a  bunch  of  big  brains  . 

pad  of  her  finger  hurt  from  holding  down  the  cheep  nozzle  of  effervescent  spray  paint  lifted  from  the  nearest  hardware  shop  .  broad  strokes  of  florescent  pink  curled  into  form  .  maybe  they'd  like  her  to  give  them  a  mirror  so  that  they  could  look  at  their  stupid  ,  dumb  big  brains  with  their  big  .  .  .  nerd  glasses  .  bet  they'd  like  it  . 

so  jinx  gave  them  just  that  :  a  crude  drawing  of  a  brain  wearing  large  ,  thick  rimmed  glasses  .

“  hi  ,  i'm  a  huge  nerd  and  i  do  nerd  things  like  .  .  .  ”  jinx's nostrils  flared  as  she  jut  out  a  hip  , admiring (?) her work ,  “  .  .  .  go  to  school  .  stupid  .  ”

[fellstcr]

⚔️ // "arrrrgh — me harty's . i have come to plunder yer booty ."

[drunkelreporter]

An empty shot glass huh? It's not his flask and more importantly it's not full so really what use is it at all? Not much.

Furthermore, where the hell is he? This doesn't make much sense but then... He's dead. Clearly this has to be some kind of weird afterlife, purgatory, something like that. Nothing else would make sense.

Not that this place made sense. The air smelled damp and salty and there's green everywhere. Flora, all over the place. What kind of afterlife was this anyway?

"Well Roberto, you're not on Noman's Land anymore..." He grumbles to himself and stuffs his hands in his pockets, ambling off down the street to have a look around.