05-05-2019, 05:20 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.2;"]tw mention of drugs and torture in second paragraph
angel never understood why her mother wanted to shelter her, keep her stowed away from the misfortunate that was their world. after all, angel had accepted their reality long ago. just because the situation was shitty, didn't mean she had to force it alone, she'd thought. in fact, she still thought that way, but now she could understand why her mother had been so tenuous about letting her daughter her outspoken and beautiful daughter tag her along in places as simple as the black market. because she had someone she felt the same about.
angel at least was familiar of how fucked up the world was before she'd dabbled in her rebellion. peaches, on the other hand, lived a privileged life big houses, gated communities, unfamiliar with the calamity that was now their world. angel could only imagine, parents were at least aware, but they did their best to shelter their children from such a thing for a reason, so they don't do exactly what peaches had done. go out and find a girl group whose only way of getting off was doing drugs, crashing in old motels, torturing men, and even each other. peaches' belief system wasn't that. she deserved much better, and yet she insisted she'd stay. what did she have to prove? angel wasn't quite sure, but leading into the months of getting to know peaches' she'd became comfortable with her soft presence. kind of like a blanket felt, or how a cloud looked. that was peaches as a person.
angel doubted the other was aware of her fate, hoped that she didn't have much trouble moving on. the last thing she'd expect was for her to go looking for her. admittedly, she didn't even think that peaches could last a day without the girls' as her backup but boy, was she wrong. around this time, she's not worried much about her appearance. makeup doesn't cake her face, it is instead applied lightly. no lipstick , per usual , but a light application of chapstick. in her exterior, she's the ghost of who peaches knew. perhaps interior as well, as her loyalty doesn't lie with peaches, but another group that has more men than women it seems, that held more bodies than the ten they'd had.
[color=#990000]"peaches. . ." she had an unmistakable presence , one that cannot go unnoticed. she harbors the aesthetic of the other girls. her face, so pretty. the only thing that separates them is the border. she peers behind her for a moment, fearful. but she looks as if she's alone. [b]"what the hell are you doing here? away from the others?" shouldn't she be happy? relieved? well , yeah. she is. both. peaches had been one of her closest friends, and even closer supporters of leadership. but this meant that she'd traveled alone. why would she do that?
angel never understood why her mother wanted to shelter her, keep her stowed away from the misfortunate that was their world. after all, angel had accepted their reality long ago. just because the situation was shitty, didn't mean she had to force it alone, she'd thought. in fact, she still thought that way, but now she could understand why her mother had been so tenuous about letting her daughter her outspoken and beautiful daughter tag her along in places as simple as the black market. because she had someone she felt the same about.
angel at least was familiar of how fucked up the world was before she'd dabbled in her rebellion. peaches, on the other hand, lived a privileged life big houses, gated communities, unfamiliar with the calamity that was now their world. angel could only imagine, parents were at least aware, but they did their best to shelter their children from such a thing for a reason, so they don't do exactly what peaches had done. go out and find a girl group whose only way of getting off was doing drugs, crashing in old motels, torturing men, and even each other. peaches' belief system wasn't that. she deserved much better, and yet she insisted she'd stay. what did she have to prove? angel wasn't quite sure, but leading into the months of getting to know peaches' she'd became comfortable with her soft presence. kind of like a blanket felt, or how a cloud looked. that was peaches as a person.
angel doubted the other was aware of her fate, hoped that she didn't have much trouble moving on. the last thing she'd expect was for her to go looking for her. admittedly, she didn't even think that peaches could last a day without the girls' as her backup but boy, was she wrong. around this time, she's not worried much about her appearance. makeup doesn't cake her face, it is instead applied lightly. no lipstick , per usual , but a light application of chapstick. in her exterior, she's the ghost of who peaches knew. perhaps interior as well, as her loyalty doesn't lie with peaches, but another group that has more men than women it seems, that held more bodies than the ten they'd had.
[color=#990000]"peaches. . ." she had an unmistakable presence , one that cannot go unnoticed. she harbors the aesthetic of the other girls. her face, so pretty. the only thing that separates them is the border. she peers behind her for a moment, fearful. but she looks as if she's alone. [b]"what the hell are you doing here? away from the others?" shouldn't she be happy? relieved? well , yeah. she is. both. peaches had been one of her closest friends, and even closer supporters of leadership. but this meant that she'd traveled alone. why would she do that?
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: center; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.4;"]I'M [I]HIGH AS A PRIVATE JET. â€â€