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Post by EMMELINE EVANS on Jan 2, 2014 11:17:39 GMT -8
| rabbit - hearted I look around, but I can't find you If only I could see your face Instead of rushing towards the skyline I wish that I could just be brave I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice We raise it up, this offering We raise it up This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight And in the spring I shed my skin And it blows away with the changing wind The waters turn from blue to red As --- He seemed hesitant at first, thoughtful. He was probably trying to decide if it actually was okay for her to come home with him. Emmeline stayed quiet while he decided, hoping that she could. She didn’t want to go home yet, and it might be interesting to see a little—well, not so little—bug. Something that wasn’t trying to eat her, anyway.
Finally he came to a conclusion and told her it should be okay. She couldn’t help but smile—it was a small, shy smile, but it was a genuine smile nonetheless. One of the first since she’d almost been eaten by a giant Flopsie monster, Slenderman, a dragon, and a scorpion. It made her shudder just thinking about it. She stood up a couple seconds after Moose did and nodded.
“Let me just call my mom real quick,” she murmured, taking her phone back out.
She walked a couple steps away and turned her back to Moose, as if that was going to keep him from hearing her part of the conversation. She punched in her mom’s cell number and then put the phone up to her ear. Her mom picked up after a few rings and greeted her. “Hey Mom,” she greeted in return. “Um—I just wanted you to know that I, um, ran into a friend on the way home and—I wanted to, um, hang out with them for a while, if that’s okay?”
Her mom practically exploded into happiness and assured her that it was perfectly fine, just that she needed to be home around eleven. Emmeline didn’t really think that she was going to be gone that long, but she told her mom she understood then told her goodbye.
“Okay,” Emmeline said, turning back to Moose. “Um—just wanted to make sure she knew I hadn’t been kidnapped. . . y’know?”
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Jan 4, 2014 9:30:05 GMT -8
Moose really wasn't trying to listen in as Emmeline phoned her mother, but it was hard not to. Her mother sounded so ecstatic on the phone, like Emmie had just given her a huge gift. Was it that exciting for Emmie to go visit someone? Moose was fairly sure that the woman would be far less happy about it if she knew that the 'friend' was a six foot eight ex-con. In fact, he was fairly sure he'd get arrested if she ever found out. He wasn't actually doing anything illegal though, and he was fairly confident that Emmie would vouch for him if it came to that. If he spent his whole life worrying about what people would think about him, he'd never be able to do anything. There was always going to be someone who thought he was going to be nothing more than a criminal, and letting himself listen to them was simply toxic.
Moose didn't really know, but he nodded as if he did. He knew little about families and family dynamics. He had no memories of his own, and prison was not the sort of place you wanted to learn about them for the first time. For the most part he'd simply accepted that he'd never really understand them and moved on. There was no way to replace those bonds he'd lost, and there was similarly no point worrying about it.
"S'fine. C'mon, we're not too far." He said, starting to walk. If nothing else his time on the streets had given him a good idea of the layout of LA, especially the part around skid row, and he knew all the shortcuts and used them without issue. While someone like Emmeline probably wouldn't have want to cut through the back alleys of LA, Moose had no such compunction about it. He simply braved through, checking every so often to make sure that Emmie hadn't fallen behind or been snatched down another back alley or anything. She hadn't, and it was perhaps fifteen minutes before they approached the apartment. Moose let himself up, fumbling with the key that had been cut for him before letting himself in.
He wasn't three steps in when a giant moth proceeded to latch onto his face. He wasn't even in the damn door and Aura was latching onto him, scurrying up to rest on top of his head, now heavy enough for him to actually feel it. She was babbling away in his head before she abruptly noticed Emmeline, stopping mid-sentence to stare down at the girl.
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Post by EMMELINE EVANS on Jan 6, 2014 12:29:56 GMT -8
| rabbit - hearted I look around, but I can't find you If only I could see your face Instead of rushing towards the skyline I wish that I could just be brave I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice We raise it up, this offering We raise it up This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight And in the spring I shed my skin And it blows away with the changing wind The waters turn from blue to red As --- Like any good puppy, Emmeline stuck close to Moose as he led her through Skid Row. She had expected to take main roads full of people, but instead he led her through a series of short cuts that wound through back allies. That was definitely enough to keep her almost on top of him the entire time. Emmeline certainly wasn’t used to running around in these types of areas, so she was incredibly out of her element.
She noticed Moose kept glancing to check on her, and she was at least glad he was watching out for her. Emmeline even managed to remind herself not to cling to him like some creeper this time.
The walk wasn’t very long, but it was pretty quiet. Emmeline felt as if she should be talking throughout the walk, but she was too nervous and focused on not getting grabbed by someone hiding in the shadows. Besides that, her mind was exploding with thoughts about this little bug that she was going to meet. She had been extremely skeptical, but Moose was eager enough to show her that it had to be a real creature. If it was a real creature, then that meant that he hadn’t been mocking her.
Or maybe she was going to walk into his house and he’d turn around and say “ha you fell for it!”
However, not even seconds after Moose stepped into the house, he was smacked in the face by a giant moth. Emmeline squeaked in surprise and stepped back into the open doorway, ready to take off running at the first sign of danger. However, it didn’t make any hostile sounds and just scuttled up to the top of Moose’s head, then perched there.
A few seconds later, it—no, she. Emmeline had to remember the moth was a she—turned her head to look down at her. Emmeline tensed slightly, eyes wide and fearful, but she didn’t run. Moose wouldn’t lead her into a trap, right? He’d said she was friendly, so it was true. She was a friendly moth.
And at least it wasn’t some hideous monster bug. A moth wasn’t so bad—Emmeline had always thought they were just the more modest cousins of butterflies. Her mom was terrified of moths for some reason but Emmeline never had a problem with them. They were fuzzy and had cute little faces. However they usually weren’t that big, so it was still a little strange to her.
Still, she had to be polite. Emmeline swallowed and lifted a hand to give the bug a sheepish little wave. “Hello,” she greeted her, hunching her shoulders and smiling shyly.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Jan 8, 2014 8:39:55 GMT -8
There were several awkward moments of pure silence before Emmeline finally broke it, giving Aura a small wave. The moth was impossible to read, alien to any human who looked at it. It was too large to be a normal moth, but it's features were still that of one. Its eyes were large and black, and there was no true 'face', save the rough idea of one. Moose at least knew she had a mouth, but from a look it was impossible to see. He knew of it only because she'd started eating smaller bugs, and doing so required that she have a mouth, even if he couldn't see it. He tried not to think too hard about the fact that she had started to eat instincts that were the size she'd been--it made him strangely queasy. The whole thing was unsettling to him, and he disliked the idea of her getting any bigger.
Moose reached his massive hands up, pressing it against his head. Aura seemed to know exactly what he wanted, because she scooted onto his hand, letting him lower her down to waist level--his waist level, which was nearly Emmeline's head level. He held her there, letting the two look at each other before he reached up, gently rubbing a finger down Aura's back--the closest thing to a 'pet' he could manage, since her wings were so fragile.
Hello. The voice was feminine, but beyond that it was strange and alien. It wasn't spoken, so much as thought directly into the heads of the two people around him. Moose had long ago stopped being bothered by it, and he'd mostly just been happy that she could talk without having to be sitting on him. It made mornings a lot easier if Aura could let him know what was going on outside while he was showering.
"This is Aura. She's a lot bigger then she was a while ago. Kinda hard to take her out when everyone would know she's not supposed to be that big." He explained, holding Aura with as much delicacy as he could manage. Fingers as large as his really weren't meant for the sort of delicacy that a moth required.
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Post by EMMELINE EVANS on Jan 8, 2014 11:50:11 GMT -8
| rabbit - hearted I look around, but I can't find you If only I could see your face Instead of rushing towards the skyline I wish that I could just be brave I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice We raise it up, this offering We raise it up This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight And in the spring I shed my skin And it blows away with the changing wind The waters turn from blue to red As --- Emmeline watched curiously as Moose moved his arms up and the big moth-creature scuttled onto his hands so he could lower her down to Emmeline’s height. She followed the little bug with her head as she was lowered and took a small, half-step forward with one leg, a little wary and skeptical, but at least it wasn’t a spider. If Aura had been a spider, she probably never would have come. No, she would have given that thing a wide berth and asked to leave immediately.
But she was a moth.
Moths were okay. Fuzzy and cute. And Aura would definitely cute. In a giant cat-sized bug sort of way.
Then, without warning, Aura spoke. Or, thought-projected. Whatever that was called. It startled Emmeline a tad and she jumped, but managed not to squeal in surprise. Her eyes went wide and she stared at the cute little bug. Then, a smile broke out on her features and she leaned forward slightly. Emmeline had always been in love with animals. This was just a neat experience.
She leaned forward slightly, glancing up at Moose as he spoke, then smiled at the little bug again. “It’s nice to meet you, Aura. My name is Emmeline,” she introduced herself, not sure how exactly she should be talking to a big bug. Normally she would have put on a little baby-talk like she would with a puppy, but she was trying to be a little bit more formal since Aura could actually talk back and seemed intelligent. “Moose says you don’t get much company anymore.”
Once more, she straightened up and the smile faded slightly. She was a little nervous to make the request she wanted to make, but she felt like she almost had to. Emmeline lifted her hands a little bit and swallowed hard. “M-may I?” she asked, indicating slightly toward Aura. She wanted to hold the little moth, too.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Jan 10, 2014 16:57:03 GMT -8
The moth was curious, which was not the sort of emotion you generally got from a moth. Most moths didn't have any real visible thought process beyond 'food' or 'water' or 'shiny bright thing'. Aura did though, and her thoughts weren't terribly different from that of a human. She had different motivations and needs, but her thoughts themselves weren't terribly different. She sought affection and interaction. She needed mental stimulation. Sitting in a small apartment was definitely not going to cut it.
She liked that Emmeline was talking to her like a person. Most people... well, not many people knew about her, but that was one of the things she liked about Moose. He treated her like an equal. He didn't cower in fear, even though she could easily have him killed with a single word. He still treated her affectionately, despite the size and power imbalance.
She'd already said hello, so she gave a little motion that was similar to a bow when Emmeline introduced herself. She was fairly sure Moose already had--simply because he was quick to name her to people they met, such as Oskenonton or Rhiannon--but she made a point of introducing herself anyway.
My name is Aura. She began, voice soft and light, but still strange to any human mind. He is correct. It's quiet in here, but going out with him draws too much attention. He had wanted to try, and she had said no. There was simply too much risk involved. They'd already met at least one person who had shown too much interest in her, and her size was such that almost anyone would do the same.
Moose wasn't entirely clear if she was asking Aura or Moose if she could hold Aura, but it was obvious enough what she wanted, and the pair collaborated without even asking. Moose lowered his hands a bit, and Aura fluttered off, spreading her wings as she bunny hopped onto Emmeline's hands. The moth was fluffy more or less all over, although you could still feel the edges of her carapace. She tilted back, looking up at Emmeline so obviously that no one could have mistaken it for anything else.
Are you a friend of Mooses? The little bug asked, genuinely curious. Moose gave no indication he'd even heard the question.
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Post by EMMELINE EVANS on Jan 13, 2014 11:02:31 GMT -8
| rabbit - hearted I look around, but I can't find you If only I could see your face Instead of rushing towards the skyline I wish that I could just be brave I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice We raise it up, this offering We raise it up This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight And in the spring I shed my skin And it blows away with the changing wind The waters turn from blue to red As --- The two seemed to share a little mental communication between the two—and then Moose lowered his hands slightly. Emmeline felt her stomach knot and she tried—and succeeded—to contain herself as she lifted her own hands up to receive the little (or not so little) bug in her own palms. Aura fluttered her little wings and hopped on over.
Emmeline hadn’t really known what to expect, but the moth was heavier than she expected and her arms sagged slightly before she adjusted her muscles to hold the moth. Her little feet felt strange on her bare arms and palms—her hands were much daintier and smaller than Moose’s so she had to use more of her wrists and forearm than she had expected. Aura was soft and fuzzy, and her little tummy hairs tickled the inside of her arms.
And Emmeline, Emmeline was grinning from ear to ear. She wanted to laugh and squeal like a small child holding a little bunny, but she wasn’t sure how they would react to that so she kept that all pent up inside, though it was making her stomach feel funny keeping in all of that emotion.
Though she understood why, Emmeline felt sad that Aura had to stay hidden from the world.
She was beautiful and not at all disgusting, Emmeline thought. She was just like a moth—covered in fine hairs and fuzz, and a little layer of dust on her shimmering wings. Had Aura been anything but a delicate-looking bug, she might have wrapped her arms and hugged the creature to her chest like a puppy. But she couldn’t do that—insects were delicate, she remembered, and even though Aura was huge she didn’t want to risk hurting her so she kept her arms stretched out—not quite arm’s length, but close to it.
Aura asked if she was a friend of Moose’s and Emmeline expression dropped slightly and she felt her face flush slightly. What did Moose think of her? It was entirely inappropriate for a girl her age to be friends with a man so much older than her, but she wasn’t sure what else to call it. She grimaced slightly and forced a rueful smile.
“Um—I. . . maybe? I’m—probably more like, um, a lost puppy he picked up. . . I guess,” she murmured, averting her eyes away from both of them. She of course would have considered Moose a friend, but she didn’t want to presume for him.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Jan 14, 2014 19:41:20 GMT -8
Emmie looked so happy. It was like he'd just given her a gift--something valuable and great. Moose had let her come because it would make Aura happy, and he really hadn't considered that it might make Emmeline happy as well. It was though--it was undeniably making her happy, and she was grinning in what Moose was sure was a genuine smile. She was just so dang happy, and it was making him happy in turn. He found himself grinning, an expression that looked kind of alarming with his scar, but it was real as well--he was happy to see her happy, and happy to see that Aura liked someone else.
Aura stayed on her hands, looking up at Emmie. She was perplexed, not that you could tell. Emmie's answer made her even more confused, and the emotion would come across. Even if Emmie wasn't speaking, her emotions could come across without words. They were just impressions, like if you looked at someone and thought they might be angry.
Moose hadn't heard the question, but he could take a rough guess that they were talking about him. A puppy? He... what? Wait, they had to be talking about how they knew each other. Moose opted to clarify, clearing his throat. "Emmeline saw some weird stuff--you know, the impossible stuff that no one believes. Paintings coming to life or something." Sadly, that was about all he'd followed along with from her explanation.
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Post by EMMELINE EVANS on Jan 20, 2014 11:01:21 GMT -8
| rabbit - hearted I look around, but I can't find you If only I could see your face Instead of rushing towards the skyline I wish that I could just be brave I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice We raise it up, this offering We raise it up This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight And in the spring I shed my skin And it blows away with the changing wind The waters turn from blue to red As --- Emmeline sobered up when Moose mentioned her reason for even being here. If she hadn’t told Moose about the incident at the art gallery, then she wouldn’t have shown up at his house to see Aura. Or even known she had existed. This was serious business—and maybe Aura could shed some light on the events she had witnessed. Aura was a creature of the same world—she had to have an answers, right?
Her smile wiped and she looked down at Aura, bringing her arms a little closer to body and lifting the little moth up so she could talk without looking down on her. “Yes—yes I was at an art gallery and there were a bunch of people and then the paintings came to life and attacked and killed a bunch of people!” she was speaking a little fast but she was wound up now.
Moose hadn’t seemed to understand, but maybe the moth would.
“They were all jet black and there was this guy that was there who was painting them all—the artist I guess. And the room we went in had trees and other stuff like that and this guy he—he shot the artist and then a big dragon came down from the tree and I really thought we were all going to die,” she continued, swallowing hard to try not to start crying. If she started crying, she would be virtually intelligible while trying to talk.
She shook her head. “They all might have died but I ran. So I got out. But—but they might have all died, I don’t know.” She turned her head to wipe her eyes on her shoulder, since Aura was sitting on both of her hands. “And there was this giant scorpion and—and then this crow flew into my shadow and now it’s possessed by something.”
Again, at the sound of being mentioned, her shadow shuddered slightly. No one was likely to notice, though.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Jan 21, 2014 10:02:40 GMT -8
The unfortunate fact that Moose had left out of his explanation about Aura was that she hadn't just been given to him--he'd watched her be born, and then she'd been given to him. While she seemed to have certain innate knowledge, she was still only a few weeks old, and generally fairly ignorant about things. She certainly knew more then the average human, but her supernatural experience was mostly from her father, and if it wasn't related to her father, she probably didn't know it.
She listened to the whole story, understanding more of it then Moose did, but even to her parts of it were strange. They were foreign to her father, the entirely wrong sort of area, and that made the whole thing confusing. There was a scorpion--normally one of her fathers--but it shouldn't have come out of a painting. It must have been something else, an imitation bug.
In the end though, she knew little more then Moose did. It's definitely not connected to my father, but I don't know who was behind it. It was definitely connected to the kingdoms somehow, but even Emmeline must have known that. It obviously wasn't normal human activity. What was the girl even looking for? Reassurances? Aura lifted off, wings fluttering as she bunnyhopped onto Emmeline's shoulder, brushing against her lightly, the way a dog would to show affection. It was a bit awkward since she only had her face to do so really, but it no doubt felt particularly tickley when she did so. It will be alright.
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Post by EMMELINE EVANS on Jan 21, 2014 18:06:59 GMT -8
| rabbit - hearted I look around, but I can't find you If only I could see your face Instead of rushing towards the skyline I wish that I could just be brave I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice We raise it up, this offering We raise it up This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight And in the spring I shed my skin And it blows away with the changing wind The waters turn from blue to red As --- It was true that Emmeline had expected some sort of clarifying advice, some sort of information the bug could have given her, so it was extremely disappointing when she couldn’t offer any of that. However, Emmeline couldn’t fault the little moth. After all, she was a bug, so wouldn’t she only know about bug monsters? Sure there was a scorpion but if Emmeline remembered correctly they weren’t even really bugs.
But still, it was a little disappointing.
It was really hard for Emmeline to stay sad and disappointed, though. The little moth removed her weight from Emmeline’s hands and hopped over to her shoulder, brushing against her. Emmeline couldn’t help but smile and lifted a hand up as if she wanted to pet Aura, but again she was too scared that she would hurt the fragile-looking bug.
Instead, her hand just hovered awkwardly there, as if she was half afraid that Aura was going to fall right off of her shoulder. “Thanks,” she murmured, honestly feeling a little better.
The monster in her shadow, however, though remaining unseen, was on edge and ready for the moth to attack. Unaware, Emmeline looked from Moose to Aura and decided that they should talk about something else that didn’t make her want to cry horrible, ugly tears. “How did you two meet again?” she asked. She felt like she was dominating all of the conversation, and this wasn’t even her house.
Part of her wanted to ask if she could come into the house proper, but if Moose wanted her to come in, then he would ask her. She wouldn’t force it.
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Moose • 269 • May 22 2013, 4pm • THANKS ♥
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Jan 21, 2014 20:00:24 GMT -8
Aura either didn't want to be pet, or more likely didn't understand what Emmie's hand was doing. The little moth was still learning about humans, and Moose was not the most affectionate of humans. She seemed pleased with Emmie's reaction anyway, but after a moment she took off, springing from her perch back over to Moose, setting herself on the man's shoulders. It was a lot more comfortable up there--more room. Emmie was small and dainty, while Moose had shoulders that could have served as park benches.
The question left Moose confused. Had he explained before? Probably not. His memory was shoddy at the best of times, and he could no longer recall if he had told her at all. He gave a brief glance around before deciding they'd lingered on the porch long enough, and the fact that neither Oskenonton nor Rhiannon had come out to investigate the talking told him they probably weren't even home. There didn't seem to be any harm to letting her in, and he stepped inside properly, waving her in before closing the door behind her.
"Was at work, doing security at this big house. Big party thing. Either way, these giant bugs attacked the place, took out most of the humans involved. Her dad.." He jerked a thumb towards Aura as he did so. "Told me to take care of her, and she'd go out and learn about the world. In exchange, I wouldn't get eaten. Figured it was a decent enough deal." If nothing else, no one could blame Moose for not being concise in his answers. EMMELINE EVANS | MAY 22ND, 4PM |
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Post by EMMELINE EVANS on Jan 27, 2014 12:31:46 GMT -8
| rabbit - hearted I look around, but I can't find you If only I could see your face Instead of rushing towards the skyline I wish that I could just be brave I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice We raise it up, this offering We raise it up This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight And in the spring I shed my skin And it blows away with the changing wind The waters turn from blue to red As --- Emmeline was a little sad to see Aura go, but she had felt like she was about to fall off of her shoulder, and the little moth new Moose better anyway. She couldn’t really fault her for that. Actually, Emmeline felt as if she probably wouldn’t be able to fault Aura for anything so long as she looked like a fluffy moth. Maybe if she turned into a spider or something later—though that didn’t make sense, moths didn’t turn into anything unless they were a Pokemon or Digimon—but for now, she was faultless.
Moose finally invited her in proper and Emmeline followed him inside and glanced around. She almost asked if she should take her shoes off, but she didn’t want him to feel like he had to entertain her for the next couple hours. She had really only come over to see Aura.
And she’d come over to see Aura to make sure that Moose hadn’t been mocking her with all of this talk of moths and bugs and griffins. That was a success—Moose really had gone through all of that stuff he had mentioned. That meant that she hadn’t been crazy, and that the paintings were just one strange thing that had happened—more people had gone through stranger things.
Once inside Moose retold the story of how he had met Aura and Emmeline immediately felt a little sheepish. “Oh—right, I remember you telling me that now,” she muttered, feeling silly for asking. She had been so caught up with Aura that she’d forgotten—or maybe she had just needed something to say.
“That must have been scary,” she added in afterthought. She wasn’t sure how she would have reacted to a giant bug going around eating things. In fact, Emmeline was about seventy percent sure that if she had been in that situation instead of the painting incident, she probably would have just been gobbled up right there. Unless she could have found somewhere to hide or latched on to Moose, she never would have made it out there.
She was fairly certain it was a miracle she’d survived the art gallery attack.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Jan 30, 2014 9:15:15 GMT -8
It was arguable if Moose was even capable of lying. It wasn't in his nature, and the few times he'd lied since being out of prison it had been so obvious he might as well have had a neon sign over his head indicating as such. When he was faced with a situation where most people would lie, Moose simply tended to be sullen, to make himself look even bigger then he was and attempt to make the situation go away that way. It was the reason he'd managed so well in prison--because no one had dared call him on his bluff when they had minimal weaponry and he was the size of a bullmoose.
He didn't think of the whole thing as particularly scary, and he shrugged. "Dunno. Not really good with being afraid of things. Didn't really realize how weird it was until he started talking." It wasn't as if 'bugs only get so big' was something taught to people in prison. It was an assumed fact, something that everyone knew... except for Moose.
Moose continued the chatter for quite a while--and it wasn't until Aura fluttered around his head, informing him that Oskenonton would be home soon that he finally saw Emmie to the door.
"You have my number if anything else happens." He meant monsters and demons--things she'd hesitate to go to someone else with, but now knew she could trust him with.
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Post by EMMELINE EVANS on Feb 7, 2014 11:37:29 GMT -8
| rabbit - hearted I look around, but I can't find you If only I could see your face Instead of rushing towards the skyline I wish that I could just be brave I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice We raise it up, this offering We raise it up This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight And in the spring I shed my skin And it blows away with the changing wind The waters turn from blue to red As --- It was nice having someone to talk to again. Emmeline hardly ever talked to people anymore, and she realized how much she missed it while she spent time talking to Moose. She wasn’t really sure why she felt comfortable around him—maybe it was just the fact that they both had accidents and were pretty much outcasts. Maybe it was the fact that between his immense size and scar, she could recognize him.
Whatever it was, she felt semi-normal around him. Sure she still occasionally blundered, but he didn’t come across as particularly socially inept, either. Maybe that was why she enjoyed being around him: she didn’t feel so much pressure like with other people. Back in her mind, though, she knew she probably shouldn’t be friends with someone like him.
But why not? She was going to try not to think about that anymore.
Eventually they had to come to a stop. Moose’s housemates were going to be home soon, and Emmeline knew she probably should go home anyway. Her mom said she could stay out till whenever, but Emmeline didn’t want to walk home in the dark. She said her goodbyes to Aura and Moose, then hurried home feeling a little bit better about the whole situation.
Kind of.
Chances were she was going to need to talk about it again sometime—but for the most part she just wanted to forget that it had ever happened to begin with.
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