Ask the Community episode 17: Mums!
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Join Date: Jun 2008
Whats the origin of your name?
"The pretty blonde female cashier smiles at you as you get to counter as lay down the bottle of OJ and the chips that you needed to get for your lazy roommate who smoking outside. Its cold. As people come and go its as if a sweeping cascade of scarf and jackets pass by, all close to medium color a burgundy bricks. You turn back to your cashier as time suddenly stops. Everything, in this wintering evening photograph, your cashier ask, "Paper or Plastic". As you reach forward you chose."
The image of the cashier distorts as everything around you seems to start burning. You are now in a burning building, everything is falling around you. You smell singed hair. Is it your own? You hear yells for help. You find yourself almost quiver, as you suddenly find a knife in you hand.
It feels as though your heart just stopped, as you body begins to feel cold. However, as time begins to flow, it feels as if you can feel all the heart beats of those around you, the blood flow under-skin as red blood cells brushed against the surface of everyone arteries. Its like a endless rustling, which makes you want to grip your ears and tug, but you somehow resist the impulse.
Reach for the plastic
Against better judgment, you reach for the plastic. The cashier smiles mysteriously as he place the OJ and Chips in your bag as you slowly walk away. You unconsciously close your eyes, as almost jump realizing you can still hear your heart. "Come again!" The cashier yelled toward you as you had already reached the automated doors. Your cashier places a hand on your shoulders reaching toward your bag, grasping it from your hand. The contact makes you dizzy, as you feel the urge to grip you head. Your roommate had already finished his cigarette. "Last of the day..." Evidently he had been trying to limit it to one smoke a day, by sunset, to keep himself shrived toward quitting. He offers for you to hold his cigarettes.
You takes his smokes pocketing them away. Your heart pounds. "Thump" "Thump". Is this...? Your vision flashes as you suddenly find yourself in a forest. At your feet, you see tobacco leaves. Your hear a running stream, and voices.
Go toward them
You go toward them and see two shirtless men turn ward you, one with a flame jetting from his palm, the other holding a spear. Did I tell you its night time. They look at your thick clothing. Red scarf. Black Sleeved shirt with undershirt. Thick boots and blue jeans. It was thick to them at least so they looked slightly startled.
They look angry now chasing you down, as the plants around you seemed to shake wildly. The light crated by the flame carrying man vanished. a shadow blur glided above. Through the trees, you here loud kicks which softened.
A vein suddenly grasp your wrist whipping your body around as a spear suddenly impales you neck. "GUH!" Your begin gargling as your vision clasps into a see of blurring red. Green. Ugh...
You drop the cigarettes and drop the floor. The floor stains
Stay put and smile
They smile back hoping down, the man with the spear twirling it. He seemed to be showing off. The seemed interested in your closes as the place their hand on the fabric, looking closely like it was an ancient treasure. You do not exchange word, the two men and you feeling instinctively, you don't speak the same language. You are still marveling at the fire. The two men exchange a glance, the nodding to themselves. The motion toward the the fire then at the scarf. You find yourself quickly agreeing to the deal. You also slipped of your jacket motion toward you stomach in gesture of hunger. The nodded to you. You crouch down as you slip of your jacket and scarf. The man with his other hand placed his finger tips against your head. In you sharply inhale. . . . You feel a burning inside of you... A bright light radiates as you return to reality. . . .
Shrug it off for now, I have homework to do
You walk to the care, pretending to be not effected by the contact with the cigarettes. Getting into the passenger seat, you rest you head against the window as you watch the new passing background. You still feel a warm burning inside of you similar to the first sip of wine, only its more invigorating and it awakening almost.
Try to go to sleep
You press your head against the window, but you still feel restless. You keep concentrating, hard...Ugh... The burning got worse. A spark! A red spark came out of your hand! AWAZI-
You idiot. You never go to sleep like that. Its too hard. You idiot. Your vision is blinded by a vision of Aimee laughing @ you.
Open your hand experimentally
You open your hand as you concentrate, a symbol appears as a soft flame radiated. The burning cooled, you sigh as you find yourself amazed but tired. Your roommate was lucky concentrating on the road so he seemed to ignore the whole thing. You smile to yourself happily, you face pressed against the window. You forgot about the Cashier for now.
More Plot Later Ending
When you get home; relax for now
Wait it out
You hear the voices talk for quite a while. Your stomach gurgles, as one of the men toward your direction suddenly. Two shirtless men stroll by, one with flames jetting out of his fingertips, the holding a spear. Your too scared to move. You bit your lip. As the two men move away from you, blood drips from you lips. You hear growling. You still can't move. A weight compresses upon you as a long tongues forces itself in your mouth. You struggle, as you feel a drain sensation. Your arms flail around as the light of the silhouette of the two men moves farther away. More "tongues" wrap around you throat preventing even a muffled yell before you could consider it....
"DUMP" As you lose consciousness, the two men hover over you looking concerned an confused now. However. As you melt back into reality you drop the cigarettes shower with fatigue.
Near Bad End
You need to learn how handle it yourself.
He nodded smiling to himself, he ran a hand through his hair as he tilted his head back sighing. "Your right, thanks for reminding me." You did good evidently. Your over sensitivity drops down a notch, as you are now able to breath a bit. You relax as you no longer have the slight urge to vomit. All of a sudden you hear a "
" in the background and hear
"Social Link 7! Devil Arcana!"
. You curse because now, you don't hang out with him tomorrow, your "linkage" will drop. Its too bad really because you were about do a social with "Maya the Velvet Room Cashier". Yep, your room for Igor is a super market, which evidently, does exist in the real world. Huh?"
Cameo END 1
Paper instead! Quick I change my mind!
You get paper instead. Nothing dramatic happens and the Cashier looks sad. Everything cools down as you go about as usual, wondering if your roommate perhaps put something in your food. You wouldn't put past him, crazy badger.
Too lazy to finish :>
Cake or Pie?
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