#artisticzombie

[xbunnybombx]

[ betrayal ]

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

It had been a fucking terrible afternoon and finding out Z had gone behind her back made it even worse. If Bunny had wanted Cherri to know about her old drug habits and current mental state, she would have told him directly. Though, deep down, she knew Z had only talked to Cherri out of concern for her well being, it still pissed her off. Why not just talk to her directly?

A few days prior, Bunny had locked herself in the Basement and went hermit. She had turned off all public wave frequencies and refused to respond to most private inquiries on her personal channel. Every so often, she went through these severe depressive episodes but this one seemed to last longer than usual. She knew she had a bottle of leftover pills from her previous foray into mind altering substances; she'd confessed that to Zombie shortly after they had become good friends. And now, Cherri knew too. He'd been pleading with her over the waves.

Fresh hurt and anger flowed through Bunny and she grabbed her radio, dialing in Z's frequency. "How. Fucking. Dare you!" She shouted, not bothering to see if Zombie was even there or not.

[idonteatbrains]

Hello there! Can i have a few minutes of your time?🧹

Tell me who you are first then maybe

[xbunnybombx]

I heard it is your birthday.

Oh, hey. Yeah. It is.

Another cycle around that ball of radiation up there.

I was hoping for some visitors. To play cards or something, maybe. I even spent money on good alcohol from Tommy. My birthdays have a history of not being good but I always hope the next one will be better.

[xbunnybombx]

secrets

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

Bunny sat across the little living room from Z. In the Basement, there wasn't much natural lighting, so Bunny had candles burning because the electricity had been unreliable, off and on, all day. They'd had a couple drinks, a bottle of wine sat on a small end table next to the couch, and were talking about this endless war with BLI and Battery City. It brought up some dark memories for Bunny.

"You know, I almost died out here. But not from any clap or fire fight," Bunny took another sip of the rosé. "No one else knows, but when my parents found out how devoted I was to the Killjoy cause, they decided they couldn't have a dissenter in their house. Without me knowing, they packed up some of my things, told me they were taking me and my brother somewhere special. But instead, they kicked me out in the slums and told me never to come back." She chuckles darkly. "Took me several months of wandering the Zones, with a little bit of a pill habit, before I met Party Poison and he took me in under his wing. Things were really good for several years. I kicked the habit. But when the Girl's mom died in the Analog Wars and left us with her kid... Tension spiked and things just fell apart. It was kids raising kids, really. What do you expect." She fiddles with the fabric of her hoodie, which lays in her lap. "But this split hit me even harder than my parents dumping me, for whatever reason. Like, even my found family didn't want me." Bunny sighs, reliving it all in her mind, though the alcohol helped to blunt the pain of it. "I started up on the pills again. But more than that, I had to bleed out the hurt instead of just feeling it." Thin, pale white scars cross cross her arms, just barely visible in the candlelight. "Tried to overdose once, but that failed. Fox Trot found me, delirious and barely conscious, laying in the sand. He brought me here. They were the only ones who knew how bad it was and I've never told anyone else. But they accepted me anyway." Bunny takes another swallow and looks around. The Basement feels empty without them. "I wonder where they are now..."

[idonteatbrains]

Umm, Zombie? I have a bad feeling.

About what?

[xbunnybombx]

[point + gun]

Bunny's eyes well up with frustrated tears, but she's holding her gun steady. The Music Traitors' hideout was the last she currently has of them and she wasn't going to let anyone take it from her. "Listen, I have had a really fucking bad day. I'm not going to let you make it worse." She took a step towards Artistic Zombie, trying to see how the girl would react. "I don't know what you're looking for around here, but I ain't got it."

[xbunnybombx]

Zombie paused in taking a fruit off a cacti” No. I’m not related to him.  We just thought along the same lines when picking our names.” 

@artisticzombie

Bunny smiled sadly and continued to pick the pears off her cactus. "When I think of zombies, I think about the people trapped in Battery City now. Used to be I'd think of movies and video games." She glanced inside her bucket to see how much fruit she'd collected. "Oh, you should probably take a few cactus spines, as well. They can make good sewing needles if you can't find the real deal. Use one to poke a hole in another for the thread to go through. Makes mending your clothes a lot easier."

[xbunnybombx]

You doing ok?

yeah, z.

jet gave me some advice and i'm doing a lot better now.

worried about some things i've heard over the waves. rumors, i guess. and cherri asked me to do a tarot reading for him, so i did. but i heard some glass breaking and he said he had to go right after so i'm still worried about that.

need to try and get some sleep though... not been sleeping much and i guess that helped contribute to an anxiety attack. first one i've ever had.