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If it wasn't the large donation-meter, it wasn't the robotic easter bunny, and it wasn't the frenzy of people, I think it must have been a failure of the system.
On Easter, the one day of the year I can indulge in chocolates and candies without being scolded by someone who wants to think they're older than me, one pair of leaders, the Von Helson sisters, held a huge easter egg hunt. It was my first here; my first experience was about a month after the previous year's holiday. It was chaotic, to say the least; I ducked between people, searching and searching, like a dog sniffing out a rat... Whenever I spotted a brightly-coloured, rabbit-eared egg, I quickly snatched it up, adding it to my pile, which grew and emptied six times.
During the middle, I noticed that on top of his newly-build mansion in the clouds, the other leader, Johnny K. Gambino, or just Gambino, laughing rather manically and making a fool out of himself. I took the sign he offered me for my donation, and bought the other for the one thousand gold. I wore neither the anti-Von Helson or the anti-Gambino signs. I like to think I am neutral through their feuds.
The very end was rather nerve-racking. I had seven eggs, looking for the eighth and last... but I knew I wouldn't be able to get one last basket. It would have taken a minute more to -find- the basket the robot-rabbit had hidden as his last test (really, after the third time it was laughable. The robot's programming was really rather basic, it was just repeating the same steps with a randomizer), and by then it would have been over. I'm almost glad I didn't get that far.
Afterwords, I should have realized we were not to be left in shadows. Many were upset nothing but Gambino's sudden insanity had interrupted the event (the majority of them were "action-junkies", used to insane zombie wars, mysterious disappearences, and the like), and many waited with baited breath until much past the event's end. They went unsuccesful.
For a small while.
Naikara · Tue Apr 05, 2005 @ 08:58pm · 0 Comments |
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From Before the Apocalypse |
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When I returned, I made sure to be very silent about it. It made me feel like a criminal, going around, trying to figure out the order of society here, and what I should and should not do. No one saw me. No one could.
Surprisingly, I remember the name I had gone by here; Naikara... Long since past, the word rang through me, setting off alarms all around. The only one ever to call me that was one of the two that had stayed by my side the entire time... Pairo... She had shortened it, quietly determined to remind me of my past, calling me 'N'... I had laughed at first, but when it became apparent she was quite sure this was my name, I had stared at her; Long and hard.
She was sure.
Pairo was on my mind much, those first few days. She wouldn't have dared set foot in this place, but she would have loved it, as I would soon learn.
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The first place I visited was loud, raucous, and filled with many undesirable people. Some of them were not nearly as obnoxious as others, and some were downright mad.
I tried and tried to speak here, but I have a soft voice. I nearly never yell, unless I am upset. Even then, I am more likely to cry than scream.
I realized I could never be welcome here, much less even noticed, so I... wandered. I found many places... Some I was more welcome than others, some I loved, some I couldn't handle... But none of them were a comfort to me, in this new world.
I settled for just watching. The people there, the ones who were essential to daily life in this place, had interesting dynamics. I crept about, reading and learning the things I had missed in my absence from this place, and I began... to talk.
There was a place here where people gathered to talk of these shopkeepers and leaders I watched so avidly. It was here I began to manifest; I knew things, and though I didn't know more than most, I still knew. And that was enough.
For now.
Naikara · Sat Apr 02, 2005 @ 07:24am · 0 Comments |
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I'm not sure how I came to be here.
I remember being told it was a place I would like... A place I wouldn't wither in...
I would never know if it was, back then...
It was frightening. I didn't understand... I didn't know. I didn't know what it was I was supposed to do... what would happen to me... I was scared.
I fled.
I ran far, far into a place where I could hide from it easily, the place I had been in before...
There people treated me like a small child, with no knowledge of the world, and nothing to use that knowledge with. I was spitefull, and I grew more and more quiet, self-centered, and... I don't know what happened. I was nearly humbled.
Then one day, a day I had ventured out to watch the people I could never be like... And they said something. They said there was a place for everyone, a place many had been to...
A place whose name I recognized...
Naikara · Sat Apr 02, 2005 @ 06:53am · 0 Comments |
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