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 Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 11:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 4:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 10:21 pm
Solo: My Squishy
Seashell bikini bra that she had strung from found shells no the beach, a sequence pair of underwear with bright green ruffles, and some seashell barrettes that had been in her duffel bag probably sense she was 5 years old. That and a few handfuls of glitter and artfully applied makeup and sea-grass, and she was a perfectly acceptable mermaid. One could make due with very little money invested if you were fine with it being horribly slutty. It had certainly been hilarious watching peoples eyes glue to her chest, ample as it was, struggle to stay contained by the shells held in place by rope twine.
Fun as it had been flirting and enjoying the copious amounts of free booze... she had been FREEZEING. Like literally, at one point she had found a cutey willing to let her snuggle up under the wings of his jacket simply because she couldn't feel her fingers... So now, as the parties had died down and people had started leaving in pairs, Zoe found herself unaccustomed put off by the idea of finding a warm body to drag home to her bed. So she trudged down the soft sand towards the little beach snack shack. She had wandered close enough that her feel were covered by particularly exuberant wave who had scampered farther up the sands then its siblings.
And it made her jump. It was like ICE WATER.
Not that the ocean was ever cold, but she stared at the waves and suddenly understood why she had felt a little melancholy all day. The water would be to cold for her now. It would make her sick at best... if the air was to cold for skin to be out in the open, the water could leech away life giving warmth and leave you a corpse before you thought to get back to the shore... because before you died you would feel numb, then blissfully warm before you drifted off into the waves. A mildly irritating misadventure being pulled out further then intended could literally be the last thing you ever did.
She sighed and crossed her arms, tapping a foot, naked toes slapping the damn sand, and gazed at the waves like it was a naughty child caught in the act.
Oh well, there was nothing to be done.
She heard someone clearing his throat and looked over her shoulder, to see the owner of the snack shack standing beside the little door that led to the kitchen. The metal roller was down, blocking the counter that served as a table top, locked securely for the night, as it had been for hours. If she had a watch, which she did not, she would know that it had been closed exactly seven hours and forty five minutes. He was a huge bear of a man, burly, covered in tattoos, beard that would make any lumberjack proud, but he was legitimately one of the most "good" person she had ever met. He took care of people, gave hot coffee and food to the homeless, did clothing drives with his biker gang ( who knew bikers were so into charity work? ) and he even let her live in the little room behind the building that she was sure was meant to be an office. She didn't particularly mind that he considered her a "charity" case, but he was protective of her in his own gruff stand-offish sort of way.
If she was a betting girl she would say it was due to the fact he had a daughter of his own somewhere. She didn't know where the girl was, or even her name, but there were pictures in the corner where Jason did his paperwork, and considering he had a wedding ring tan line she imagined it was touchy detail of his recent divorce.
He didn't want to talk about it, and she wasn't one to pry.... well... not when the person was literally giving her a place to stay for free. " You need something papa-bear? " She said with a happy grin. He was looking at her with a bit of a frown, and she could FEEL his disapproval of her outfit radiating from him, which made her grin even more and prance her way over to him.
" Girl, your going to freeze to death. " His voice was deep and gravelly from years of smoking, but he didn't say anything more then that, and tossed plastic usps package at her.
Zoe blinked and caught it out of reflex before it hit her in the face. She blinked owlishly and looked at it, then back to the gruff man before her.
" Go put some cloths on " He grumped and took off towards his motorcycle without another word, and watched him walk off, knowing better then trying to follow him. She wound a piece of hair around a finger, a nervous habit, as he drove off.
Had he waited here to hand her a plastic mailing bag?
Shaking her head, she unlocked her little room, with its tiny sink, microwave, a teeny tiny bed, an even tinier desk, and a TV that was probably older than her. But it was home... Kinda?
She flopped down on the bed and ripped into the package, using her house key to rip through the surprisingly durable plastic. What the heck was this..? As she pulled out the material, recognition dawned on her head, and she had to fight back uncharacteristic tears. For someone of her generation, she was unusually materialistic.... but this... this was something that MEANT something to her... that only someone who really knew her would even think to get.
She ran her fingers over the thick black material of the wet-suit lovingly. She let her eyes roam the human shaped expanse of craftsmanship, taking in all the details, the zipper, the seams, the blue line that graced the side and the little starfish insignia at the ankle....
She sniffed.
She wasn't crying. Just... dust in her eyes. The building was old. Dusty. Dust. Yeah, that was it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 1:51 pm
Quote: With Halloween just around the corner, television stations are constantly playing various spooky themed movies and episodes of your favorite shows. When you sit down to watch something in particular, the screen goes static. You try to change the channel but every one of them is static. If you continue to watch (or attempt to fix the television), an eerie voice comes across the speakers begging for help and that they're coming. No matter what you do or say, they only repeat the same phrases. When you turn off the television and turn it back on again, everything has turned to its regularly scheduled programming. She liked hanging out with her brother. Really she did. But she did not understand his insatiable appetite for the food network. Sure, she sometimes liked it when she was stoned. Because… ya know… food. But she didn't think Claleb had ever been stoned in his whole god damn life, so why did he obsess over this channel so much? She had told him he was coming over, and he had tried to protect saying she had plans. He had said he would be home, and he had made a face if she had asked if it was a date, so CLEARLY that wasn't it, so she was going to come over anyway. He had grumpily told her she wasn't changed his plans and she had agreed, she would just join in on whatever. But good lord was this boring. She had suggested putting on a movie but he had glared at her and said he was waiting for this special all week, and he was watching it. She was free to leave but he had had food and drinks if she wanted to stick around, so she sprawled out on the sofa with him, enjoying a bowl of what looked like chex mix at the beginning, but she begrudgingly admitted was way better. It only earned her a flicker of a grin and Caleb mentioning he had made it himself, and that he had something in the oven for later. It did smell heavenly, but she shorted and told him how he would make a great wife one day, which got her a jab to the ribs. Such was the life with siblings, even when you were adults. The special was about to start, and she berudged her brother not having a cable box that could record like every other modern american, when suddenly the screen went static. Caleb rolled off of the sofa and scrambled over to the tv, which was extremely satisfying to hear him swear under his breath and poke at the TV. Watching her composed sibling panic was far more enjoyable then anything they had watched in the past hour, and she popped a handful of the snacks into her mouth. That would teach him to get some decent technology in this place. Boy made enough money for it, he just was such a penny pincher, it was satisfying to watch him suffer for his frugal ways. She made no move to help as the very tall man smacked the side of the ancient box like it would somehow clear the static. It did not work… but her attention did sharpen as a voice called for help through the static. That they were coming. Her brother cursed again, wondering if this was some sort of joke, that it was NOT funny because it was messing with his show, but Zoe was part of the Negaverse… and this just,,, pricked her senses. She slowly adjusted from sprawled on her side to sitting up, and eventually scooted closer , crawling over to where her brother fussed with the TV. “ Help! Please Help me! They are comeing! ‘ The hair on the back of her stood on end, and caleb flipped through the channels, muttering about how they hell they got all of the stations, because they all shouted the same message. The voice got more insistent “ Help! Help! HELP! THEY ARE COMEING “ the volume kept getting louder untill it made the ears ache, and eventually caleb just turned the tv off with one final curse. He turned it back on….. And everything was back to the food network. The volume was normal, and Caleb snorted in derision, clearly annoyed with the prank, but all of Zoe’s senses were screaming danger…. She sat uncomfortably through the rest of the show, grateful that Caleb took her unease as just being bored. She finished dinner, gave her brother and headed home. She needed to speak with her superiors about what had happened.. The voice had said something was coming, and last time she had ignored an ominous warning, it had not gone well.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2018 1:13 am
Quote: You're out and about doing whatever it is you've got on your agenda for the day when you just so happen to spot a dark patch of color among the snow that lines the side of path you're on. Upon closer inspection, it's a leather wallet, stained from the dampness of the snow. Peeking inside, you find two things: one, a crumpled list of people's first names with random objects scribbled next to them and a collection of dollar bills. A lot of dollar bills. In fact, at first glance, it looks to be well over two hundred dollars. There are no other items in the wallet - no identification, no credit cards, nothing to help you identify the wallet's owner, just a shopping list and a wad of money. Looking around the area, it's clear that nobody else is around. What do you do? This time of year was always good for tips, she had only been playing for maybe three hours, and her case was full of money, and strangely enough, gift cards. When had this become a thing? She didn't really mind, it was nice to have the easy income, her fingers were cold, but she had made a killing playing some holiday tunes and winking at people who were not really attractive enough to earn the fake oogeling ( but boooooy did it work ) It was time to call it quits, the streets were getting busy, and while one would think that would make for an even more profitable street performance payout, it also made it harder to engage the crowd while keeping a watchful eye on her case and its bounty. So she carefully counted up the bills, mostly ones, but there were some fives, and to her grin, even a fifty, someone probably thought it was a five when tossing it in. She was more willing to believe than someone just being truly generous. And she could definitely use it. In the dead of winter the little snack shack that her beach front studio was perched upon didn't even open, so this was her only income for about a good solid three months. She folded away the bills, stuffing them straight into her bra. Luckily her tits were so big there just happened to be enough fabric there to contain the wad between them. She dumped the loose coins into her backpack style purse, unceremonious but taking great pleasure in the tinkling of coins as the fell into the bag. She carefully put away her instrument and started back home, walking through the shopping areas heading back to the boardwalk. The walk itself seemed to be hopping but as she descended the abandoned concrete stairs the the lower planks that hovered just above the sands, it was clear people were staying away from the beach proper. No wonder, it was bitterly cold. The only prints on the boards were hers from when she left earlier, and they to would soon be eaten by fresh snow. She strolled leisurely, even in the vicious cold she still loved the roar of the waves, the curls of water seeming more gray than blue with the reflection of the snow clouds above. She was admiring them when she noticed lump in the snow. She paused and nudged it with a booted foot. A wallet? She picked it up and half-hazardly flipped it open with a flick of her wrist. Oh s**t that was a lot of money. Like… a lot. She gazed at it and signed, putting her case down at her feet and rifling through the wallet, looking for something, anything. An Id? Nothing. No drivers license, no credit card, not even a library card. No number she could call to return it to its owner. Well, that sucked. There was a list of what appeared to be names and gifts corresponding with them, a shopping list of some sort? Well, that double sucked. But there really wasnt anything she could do about it. If she left it where it was, it would get snatched by someone else. She shrugged. She had done her duty, but there was simply no way to help. Even if there are been a club membership she would have been able to find a way to get it home ( she wasn't HEARTLESS ) but if someone was dumb enough to drop a wallet full of cash with no identification, then clearly it was expendable for them. She pocketed the cash, and with one last slightly sad grin at the shopping list, shook her head, tossing it into the trash with a sigh.
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