expensive mistakes — notepad

[finny.]

wow crows is out here
this au
is gonna be
fucking everything

[Legends]

wow crows is out here
this au
is gonna be
fucking everything

[paddy]

[quote author=finny. link=topic=14215.msg436996#msg436996 date=1532718540]
wow crows is out here
this au
is gonna be
fucking everything

[/quote]

[crows]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1; text-align: justify;"]If Eloise had learned anything from Evan, it was that he had an aura. Wherever he was, the darkness followed, saturating the rest of the world with a soft, stifling darkness (not harsh darkness, but the kind you’d feel before falling asleep at night). Perhaps it was something in her imagination that she’d created; her ghostly friend was still...unreal to her. He (to her) still existed as a voice in her mind that had merely assumed a form.

Eloise (despite knowing Evan was a living, breathing human being) was surprised to see someone so similar to Evan and yet... not at the same time. He’d never mentioned a family - let alone a present father. And yet as she stared through a crack in the bedroom door, she was watching what could only be her friend’s father. A little shorter than Evan (who wasn’t shorter than him after all) and obviously... maskless, but the resemblance was uncanny.

“Evan, you can’t just order this place around to do your bidding..” Eloise had begun eavesdropping only moments before, but she knew the conversation had been going for some time. Her friend’s expression seemed expressionless to most, but Eloise knew him better. The darkness seemed heavier than usual, and she could see his hands clenching and unclenching.

“It’s unacceptable that you think that acting for the school, to make decisions that affect the performances... what the hell’s gotten into you?” Evan’s father stepped back, and Eloise caught a glimpse of a face barely withholding disgust. “‘Haunting the school.’ Scaring ballet students. You’re no ghost, you’re certainly not a teacher or anyone of authority here - you’re barely more than a child, a child throwing a fit..”

In that moment, Eloise swore the room grew darker. Evan’s eye’s glimmered with an expression Eloise had never even imagined on him; anger, hurt, and fear.. “You don’t know anything about me.” His oddly hypnotic voice was strained, a discordant note in his symphony of sound and emotion.

Her teacher drew himself up, the darkness seemed to drip and mist around him as he stepped closer to his father, placing a skeletal hand on the other man’s shoulder and whispering almost too quiet for Eloise to hear.

“I stopped being a child the day you sent me down here to die.”

[sultan]

this is amazing ,

[crows]

i love my kids. i love my 1 child eloise

[Legends]

this is amazing ,

[crows]

[align=center][align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]It has happened again.

"Nnngghn.." Her head was pounding like an invisible axe had gotten lodged somewhere behind her central sulcus and stuck there.

As she began to become more aware of her senses, she realized with a panic that she wasn't sure where she was, how she'd gotten there... and with a start, who she was.

"Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry-"

She was sitting on a bathroom floor (public, most disgustingly), and as she started to look around and take note of her surroundings, she came to a few realizations. She was blonde (the long, tangled hair that she'd pulled out of her face), she was wearing clothes that were just barely too small for her own liking (ratty, like she'd had them since freshman year), and the left side of her jeans had a massive rusty stain on it.

She didn't want to know what that was.

"Watch that fringe and see how it flutters, when I drive them high steppin' strutters,"

Realizing that she could at least remember how to stand, and walk (and think, clearly), the girl latched onto the counter of the sinks, pushing herself up (not without considerable effort that was a little embarrassing on her part.)

She stared into the mirror, and almost wanted to look away. The face that looked out at her was.. a little worse for wear. Her eyes were tired and puffy, there was a bruise just near her cheekbone, and was that.. lipstick? Smearing away whatever substance that had been with the sleeve of her shirt, the girl sighed.

It seemed instinctive, but she reached into her pocket, pulling out an old tape recorder. Push-to-play, the kind that phones had managed to take over with recording devices much better than what she had.

"-the dashboard's genuine leather-"

She pressed play, and a voice (her voice) came out. There wasn't a lot, but it was enough for her. It took only a moment, and then she was muttering the phrase with the recorder.

Stop. Record.

"My name is Ollie Oxenfield. I am eighteen years old. This is my fifteenth death. I'm in a public bathroom." Looking around, Ollie sighed, and added (almost begrudgingly). "The song is playing. I'm gonna find out where the hell I am. More to come soon."

And with that, Ollie tucked the recorder into her jeans, and slowly, (shakily) started the walk outside the bathroom.

[Legends]

okay where's lyd's book deal bc i'd read that shit

[finny.]

okay where's lyd's book deal bc i'd read that shit