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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:17 pm
⒈ .................................... ＨＡＬＬＯＷＥＤ ＧＲＯＵＮＤ
⒉ .................................... ＴＥＵＦＥＬ ＤＡＹ / ＴＨＥ ＤＥＶＩＬ'Ｓ ＤＡＹ
⒊ .................................... ＥＳＣＡＰＥ ＲＯＵＴＥ
⒋ .................................... ＴＨＥ ＷＩＴＣＨ ＨＵＮＴ
⒌ .................................... ＨＥＡＤＩＮＧ ＦＯＲ ＤＩＳＡＳＴＥＲ
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:18 pm
 ❝ ＨＡＬＬＯＷＥＤ ＧＲＯＵＮＤ ❞Solo soon!
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:19 pm
 ❝ ＴＥＵＦＥＬ ＤＡＹ ❞✥Teufel Day "Try not to be late this time." It was still early into the festivities and Shasta's temper was simmering. Her brother Nate's words echoed in her head as loudly as any chime Big Belle could (or would) ring that day. His know-it-all tone, the condescending jerk.. she hated it. As soon as he had started lecturing her on her punctuality (which in truth was only a couple of lines, but she really was not in the mood to hear it), the girl had waved a hand and said, "I know, god," and moved off on her own into the crowd. She had a watch, she knew what time she had to be back, she'd only done Teufel Day celebrations for the whole of her life. Why did he always feel the need to lecture her? Even Auntie Yolanda had cautioned her (although more gently) to be back early. It was going to be Shasta's second time singing solo with the rest of the Chavez clan at a town event, so it would not do to get too wrapped up in other activities. The thought dissipated a fraction of the earlier sourness, although it did not get rid of it entirely. Oh, Teufel Town was in for a treat today, yes it was! She had been working hard with her aunt on the two songs she was going to sing, and come seven o'clock, the whole town would get to hear just how good she was (take that, Nate!). That did not mean, though, that she couldn't take a peek around the festivities first.
So here she was, pushing her way through crowds of festival goers, wearing her newly-made crimson mariachi dress. Her long hair swept up into a loose up do and pinned with a flower. The crowds were thicker here, many elaborately dressed for school events, the parade, or other local happenings, but Teufel Day was always a sight to behold. She ducked around a corner on the sidewalk with the intent to go wander towards the carnival rides. Her plans cut short, however, as she plowed full-on into someone coming the opposite direction. The girl reeled back, her hands gripping her dress to keep it from being stepped on (Grandma Reina would kill her and they would never find the body). She shook her head and frowned accusingly at who she had plowed into, who apparently had been busy texting on some blinged-out monster of a cell phone.
"Hey, watch it." She snapped back at the girl that she had run into.. before getting a good look at her. Shasta blinked at what she was wearing, her half-mast eyes squinting in confusion. "Wow. You get dressed in the dark?" Not that it fully surprised her, since Teufel Day always brought out the weirdos en masse. And even then, she did not have much room to talk, wearing her crazy dress. Teufel Day Shasta, for one of the first times in her young life, had no idea what to say about what was happening. One minute she was heading towards Big Belle, waiting for her mom to come get her, and the next she was here, in a classroom, holding a gun.
And taking instructions from talking rabbits. What was in that drink? It had tasted just fine, and perhaps if she had not have been so thirsty she might have bypassed it, but still. The female rabbit was annoyingly chipper, and Shasta pursed her lips, glancing down at herself at the mention of dull clothing. Oh god, where was Yaya's dress?! This was bad news, very, very bad. She secretly agreed with the solemn rabbit - she was indeed going to die tonight. The annoying rabbit carried on, and something else caught her attention. They were fighting for who?
The Red Queen? Seriously? Shasta frowned. All of this was starting to sound a little hokey. Part of her believed that this was some elaborate joke, or some kind of Teufel Day event. As she was about to open her mouth and voice her concern (very loudly, in fact), the scene dissolved and the girls reappeared in a sun-dappled forest. The gun nearly slipped from her fingers in surprise. The target indicated by the rabbit drew her eye, and she glanced down at her gun. Everybody was taking their turn at the stuffed target, but Shasta held back for just a moment. She approached the annoying rabbit and aimed her body towards the target, but let her words be heard.
"I have no idea what the hell's going on here," she grumbled, and not quietly. "But if this is what I have to do to get out of here, then fine." Arms raised, Shasta aimed and fired off five rounds that made solid hits on the target. Her dad would be proud; trips to the firing range were doing some good after all. Even with that momentary swell of happiness and pride at her good aim, she did not like this situation one bit.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 9:00 am
❝ ＥＳＣＡＰＥ ＲＯＵＴＥ ❞Solo soon!
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 9:07 am
❝ ＴＨＥ ＷＩＴＣＨ ＨＵＮＴ ❞✥ Teufel Day  When Shasta opened her eyes, it was as though she had not woken from sleep at all. She blinked once, twice, in hopes of adjusting her eyes to the inky darkness, yet no light prevailed. Slowly she lifted herself into a sitting position, yet no accompanying rustle of clothing or sounds of movement came with it. What was going on? Was she still dreaming?
It's a shitty dream if it is, she thought. Most of her dreams were pretty madcap, so to say that this one fell short of the mark was a bit of an understatement. How had she even gotten here? Shasta squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to remember, but nothing surfaced. Had she gone to a party last night? That could not be the case, she was fairly certain she'd stayed in last night. The day had been just like the others before had been, one in succession after the other. The usual spats with her mother over grades, the spats with her brother, skivving off classes with her friends or begging her father during quality time to let her live with him. Life continued on, her usually madcap (and well-remembered) dreams scattering further and further apart, and in between were images she could never recall upon waking.
Voices calling out from the darkness drew her from her reveries. She scooted forward on hands and knees for a moment. "Hey!" she yelled out. She was still half-convinced she was dreaming. When no immediate answer came, she pursed her lips in irritation, drew a deep breath, and shouted into the darkness. "HEY, WHERE'RE YOU AT?" Was it one person, more people? Whatever the case, she felt her way along. Maybe she'd bump into somebody at some point.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 9:09 am
❝ ＨＥＡＤＩＮＧ ＦＯＲ ＤＩＳＡＳＴＥＲ ❞Solo soon!
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