i am tremor

cheyenne miller, eighteen, seismokinesis, hero.

[merryxmacdonald]

Diondra had just finished wiping down the tables when she noticed somebody walk through the door and head to one of the clean tables. She went into the back to put away the cleaning products and then headed back out the front to collect the customers order. “Hey, I’m Diondra and I’ll be your waitress for today.”

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

“Cheyenne.” She returned a soft smile to the woman standing above her, “What do you recommend for food here?” Cheyenne has been here countless times, though it was only for drinks instead of food. So far, she hasn’t run into Diondra before today, which was strange. It seemed like she had been working here for awhile. 

[willaoreilly-blog]

Willa sat on the carpeted floor, quite calm, staring up at Cheyenne. She had met two other people already in this town, with abilities similar to her own. That was enough. They wouldn’t startle her anymore, or at least, Cheyenne didn’t. Cheyenne’s neural activity was jumbled, agitated. She was affecting the real world, objects, the room itself. Willa stayed cross-legged, staring idly at the other girl.

“Do you see things that aren’t there?” She asked softly, pursing her lips. After a pause, she continued, “It’s okay, if you do. Do you want to play a little game?”

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

“A game?” Cheyenne was confused, “What kind of g-game? Do you see things that aren’t there?” Cheyenne had no clue who this woman was, or why she happened to be where she was at the moment. As thoughts circled about her in Cheyenne’s head, a picture smashed from the wall to the ground, startling her. She let out a tiny shriek and watched a glass from the side table shatter as she clenched her fists. 

“I uh- sorry." she spoke quietly, “Fuck.” Cheyenne was unstable again, how inconvenient. Maybe this game would ground her. 

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

Cheyenne shook her head furiously, slowly losing grip of her powers. “You’re not real.” She muttered, the pictures on the wall behind her trembled. “No, no, no, no. I’m so fucking crazy. I’m going insane for god’s sake.” You could feel the ground beneath her vibrate softly, “You should really not be here, maybe? Not a good time for you or me, don’t get hurt please.”

[unicorion-a-blog1]

“I don’t know, darling. I wish I knew.” Orion replied, shaking her head. Things like these could really get under her skin, especially because she was familiar with the pressure of adults who thought they knew what was good for her. Luckily her parents had never been particularly pushy, but others had definitely judged her for her collection of cute stuffed animals she had kept around until she was about 15. “But if she would have a boy, he should be allowed to play with dolls as well. I always liked the mermaid dolls. They were so pretty.”

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

“The mermaid dolls were so pretty, I always pretended I was one!” Cheyenne reminisced, “You know, like in the pool? I’d put my legs together as if they were fins. It was really fun.” It was sad to look back on the past now, but it’s better to get over that hurdle rather than dwell on it and let it control her. “What did you play with when you were little?”

[drake-and-bishop-deactivated201]

Drake blinked at the girl - she had beautiful eyes and a nice smile. In the club, they didn’t get people who smiled like that a lot. “Oh that is nice, thank you very much! You are very kind!” Bishop snaps in the back of their mind - so the boy stops on his tracks even before they can even move or say or do anything. “Would you like to come with me? I would love to get you a coffee for your kindness.” Drake says softly, nodding. They didn’t know a lot of people and being out for the first time in so long was so exciting, meeting people for the first time, knowing places, that was really exciting. In the back of their mind, the other inhabitant doesn’t seem as happy and stirs but keeps quiet. 

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

“Oh! I’d love to, but I insist on buying my own- don’t want to put you through that trouble.” He was very nice, and that caused Cheyenne to blush for a moment. The ground softly shook for a slight moment with Cheyenne. She was losing a slight grip on her control, worth it. “I’m Cheyenne-” she grinned while extending her hand, “-if we’re going to have coffee, might as well introduce myself.”

[unicorion-a-blog1]

“You see, there isn’t much that annoys me, but I overheard someone talking to a pregnant woman and telling her she shouldn’t buy a toy truck for her unborn child, because even though the woman had a feeling she’s going to have a boy, it could still be a girl. Because obviously a girl wouldn’t want to play with a truck, since her mother’s heteronormative friend says so.”

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

“Why is a girl playing with trucks such a problem? I used to play with them like all the time. To be honest, they were much more entertaining than a stupid unproportionate doll.” The logic of the woman that Orion was speaking about made no sense, toys had no gender. It’s 20 fucking 66 for christ’s sake. 

[drake-and-bishop-deactivated201]

Atlas’ smallest bouncer and security guard was extremely excited - it was their first day off work ever since starting and despite Mae’s hearty warnings that it wasn’t exactly safe to be out and about in daylight for the ones like them, Drake wanted to see more. It was like seeing everything for the first time again, which if anyone asked, should be odd - but they couldn’t remember their past thirteen years properly so at least they got to enjoy this new place.  New York city, a crowded place, full of life, the city that never sleeps - Drake was terribly excited, walking around and trying to figure out where to go first. Bishop… no so much. In the back of his mind, the gloomy personality kept reminding them that they didn’t like crowds at all. Drake disregarded it completely - and Bishop went dormant out of sheer spite. He’d come around. “Excuse me!” He taps into the arm of the nearest person as walking down the street. “Where is the nearest uh, Starbucks, please?” Yes, that was the name, an appropriate first step into their new city.

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

Cheyenne turned around and looked at them, “O-oh! Starbucks is- well, I don’t know the nearest Starbucks but there’s a really nice coffee shop just around the corner.” His excitement was buzzing in her ears and tingling her toes. Christ, he was literally vibrating with excitement. “It’s a very quiet place as well, I enjoy getting iced coffee and reading in the nook they have there. Friendly people, tell them that Cheyenne sent you, you’ll get a free coffee.” It was making her feel funny, the grounds vibrations mixed with everyone else, but he somehow stood out the most? Was this his first time out in the world?

[luxandthedead]

“Look, dude. I wasn’t trying to steal it.” Lux huffed glaring at the clerk of the little shop. “I was just eating it before I paid. I’m starving.” The girl lied. Lux had been planning on stealing the candy bar, but she really was starving. The girl couldn’t remember the last time she had a real meal. “I’ll pay for it just give m-” She paused glancing around. “Hey! Excuse me.” The blonde called out to another person in the store. “Can I barrow..” Her eyes fell to her hand, counting the change she had. “Twenty cents?”

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

She was caught off guard by the woman, making her jump back a slight ways. Zoning back into reality, she dug in her change purse. “Y-yeah of course.” She said pulling two dimes out of her change purse. Cheyenne smiled at the woman, “There you go!”

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

carlos&cheyenne: holiday blues

[carloscrossed]

She seemed to calm with his instructions and his touch. Was it evil of him to want to mess with someone who was obviously not the most mentally stable? Probably. Not even probably, definitely. The thing was, he didn’t really have much of a reason to, other than he could and he found it fun. She was gushing over his names for her and it was pretty obvious that he was pushing the right buttons.

His fingers were still touching her as she spoke. He made a point to keep his expression soft to calm her. He wasn’t about wasn’t going to ruin his hard work by acting like a total dick all of a sudden. That was something that was reserved for the moment he decided to break and humiliate her. “Feeling better?” He smiled sympathetically, leaning in a little closer, “I was worried that I was losing you for a moment there, Chey.” He wasn’t worried, he really didn’t give two shits. There were other people around that he could toy with but he knew that looking like he cared would make the betrayal so much better. “Maybe I should take you home.” He couldn’t help the slight smirk that turned up the corners of his mouth as he spoke, still touching her, still letting little slivers of desire for him seep into her mind.

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

Their faces were so close to each others, still sending more shivers down Chey’s spine. She smiled back at Carlos, “Is that an offer?” Cheyenne whispered, “Y’know, to take me home?” She let her lips part, as she smiled and looked him in the eyes. Cheyenne wanted to kiss him, and feel his tender touch from his rough and dry hands. It was a weird sensation to have in her, lust was such a weird feeling. What scared her the most was that most of these feelings probably weren’t of her own creation, and it’s like she just didn’t care. 

“Would you? Would you take me home?” She whispered to him, leaning closer. Their faces were only a finger space apart. They were hovering over each other, and Cheyenne liked it. 

[cajun-kezia-blog]

Kezia got a slight feeling that the girl was lying about it all being a monologue. It seemed to real. Either she was lying; or she was one hell of an actress. But shrugging it off, she chose not to pry on the matter further. After all, it wasn’t her place to pry. “Yup. It’s Kezia. And you’re… Cheyenne, correct?” She hoped she got the name correct. Otherwise it would’ve been quite embarrassing. She had never been the most social individual sine moving to New York City. Kezia had kept to herself for the most part since coming north; but lately she’d been trying to break out of her shell and meet others. She’d learned so many names lately that she feared she had gotten this poor girl’s wrong. “Please tell me it’s Cheyenne.” She said, biting her lip nervously.

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

“Ye-yeah It’s Cheyenne.” She softly smiled, “Nice running into you again Kezia.” Cheyenne adjusted the scarf around her neck once more before fixing her jacket and beginning to walk away. After a couple steps she turned back, “Uh- don’t tell anyone about the uh- monologue. It’s still a work in progress.”

[cajun-kezia-blog]

Kezia had seen the girl around once or twice before; and she’d definitely spoken to her once recently. She had seemed nice enough then; so now Kezia felt like it was her turn to return the kindness. Awkwardly, she stayed silent for a moment, watching as the girl seemed to be in the middle of some sort of episode or mild meltdown. She could relate, having had several of her own over the years due to her PTSD. But when the girl noticed her, Kezia bit her lip, forcing a warm smile. “Not, uh, not long.” She replied hesitantly. “But I, uh… Are you alright?”

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

“Yeah.” She spoke quietly, picking the bag she had up from the ground and putting it around her body. “Practising monologue.” She lied, “It’s Kezia right? Nice to run into you again, such a coincidence.” Cheyenne wiped some of the stray tears from her face, and then putting on a scarf around her neck. It was one she pulled out of her bag, very colourful and cheerful, the opposite of what Cheyenne was feeling. It’s always embarrassing to have someone witness your mess of a life, especially at it’s worst.  

[mickxcross]

Shrugging her shoulders, Callie looked at the girl. “They used to be bad. I wouldn’t call them insane episodes…but it got to the point where every time I touched someone or something their memories just invaded my mind and I couldn’t think straight. So I had to start coming up with ways to….help block everything. Eventually I got strong enough to build walls.” The girl said. It had taken her years to be able to live normally enough. Not have her powers take over her life. But she did it. 

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

“How does that work- the memory thing I mean.” Cheyenne wondered, “What does it feel like- would you know my life story if you touched me?” It was like she started up her own game of twenty questions, not giving the girl enough time to answer. “I mean I have a power or gift or whatever people call it.”

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

[alinarps]

THE AESTHETIC SERIES » THE INNOCENT.

“She loved freely and wholly until she had nothing. And even then, she loved.”

[mickxcross]

“Eh, we all need to have a borderline insane episode. Trust me, I have one on the daily.” Callie said shrugging. “And you don’t look crazy, just like you’re having a bad day. Are you doing okay though, do I need to call anyone for you?” Callie asked still not moving from her spot. She knew from her episode that it was better not to make sudden movements.

[tremorcheyenne-blog]

“N-no. No need to call anyone.” Cheyenne said, how do you explain that you hallucinate dead family members on the regular? “How bad do you uh- get them? The episodes I mean.” Cheyenne moved closer to the woman in curiosity, no one has ever related to her “insane episodes” before. 

[nbchannibal]

Goodbye, world. I am done.

[musicboxmemories]

Kacey Rohl as Marina in SyFy’s The Magicians.